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Deja Vu

Txt Beomgyu x afab! reader

Based on the lyrics for Deja Vu

Warnings: Angst, car crash, more angst like super angsty, let me know if I should add anything else

Wordcount ≈ 8.4k

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Third Person POV

Beomgyu had always found solace in the melodies he crafted, pouring his heart and soul into every note he played. It was during one of his impromptu piano sessions in the school's music room that fate intervened, weaving the threads of their destinies together. (Y/n) wandered the halls aimlessly, the strains of music drawing her like a magnet. Intrigued, she followed the sound until she found herself standing at the threshold of the music room, where a boy her age sat at the piano, lost in his own world of music. Mesmerized by both the beauty of the melody and the boy who created it, (Y/n) couldn't tear her gaze away. And as Beomgyu turned to find her standing there, a smile lighting up her face, he felt something stir within him, something he couldn't quite explain. They exchanged shy introductions, their hearts beating in tandem with the rhythm of the music that surrounded them. In that moment, two souls collided, bound together by the invisible threads of fate and the shared love of music.

From that serendipitous moment in the music room, Beomgyu and (Y/n) were inseparable. Their love grew like a melody, sweet and harmonious, filling every corner of their hearts. They spent endless hours together, sharing their hopes, dreams, and fears as they navigated the complexities of adolescence hand in hand. It didn't take long for them to realize the depth of their feelings for each other, and with hearts brimming with courage, they confessed their love under the soft glow of moonlight, their voices trembling with emotion. From that day forward, they were no longer just two individuals; they were a united force, bound by an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of passion and devotion. Their love was a symphony, each moment a beautiful crescendo building towards a future filled with endless possibilities.

As the years passed, Beomgyu and (Y/n) remained steadfast in their love, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They journeyed through the trials and triumphs of young adulthood together, facing the world hand in hand.

Beomgyu pursued his passion for music with unwavering determination, honing his skills as a songwriter and musician. His melodies became a reflection of their love, each chord a testament to the depth of his feelings for (Y/n). Through his music, he poured out his heart, weaving their story into every verse, every chorus.

(Y/n), too, found her place in the world, her dreams intertwining with Beomgyu's as they embarked on their journey together. She pursued her own passions with fervor, her unwavering support serving as a constant source of strength for Beomgyu as he chased his dreams.

Together, they navigated the highs and lows of life, finding solace in each other's embrace during moments of doubt and uncertainty. Their love was a beacon of hope, guiding them through the darkest of times and illuminating the path ahead with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

And though challenges arose, threatening to test the foundation of their love, Beomgyu and (Y/n) stood unwavering, their hearts intertwined in an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of adversity. For they knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

As they stood on the precipice of the future, their hearts filled with hope and anticipation, Beomgyu and (Y/n) knew that their love would endure, transcending time and space to weave their destinies together for eternity.

As the fifth anniversary of their love approached, Beomgyu felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. This wasn't just any anniversary—it was a milestone, a testament to the enduring strength of their love. And he was determined to make it unforgettable.

With meticulous care and unwavering determination, Beomgyu set out to plan the perfect proposal for (Y/n). He enlisted the help of his closest friends, who eagerly joined forces to bring his vision to life. Together, they plotted and schemed, each detail carefully orchestrated to ensure that this day would be nothing short of magical.

On the morning of their anniversary, Beomgyu woke with a nervous energy thrumming beneath his skin. He double-checked every detail of his plan, making sure that everything was in place for the evening ahead. With a fluttering heart and a sense of anticipation building within him, he set out to prepare for the momentous occasion.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, Beomgyu and (Y/n) arrived hand in hand, the sea breeze tousling their hair. What (Y/n) didn't know was that this wasn't just a casual outing—it was the beginning of a new chapter in their love story.

With a smile playing at the corners of his lips, Beomgyu led (Y/n) to a secluded spot on the sand, where a blanket was spread out beneath the starlit sky. The sound of crashing waves provided the soundtrack to their evening as they settled in, the air buzzing with anticipation.

As they sat together, sharing stories and laughter, Beomgyu's heart beat a frantic rhythm in his chest. And then, as the moment of truth drew near, he took (Y/n)'s hand in his, his gaze locked with hers, the world falling away around them.

With a trembling voice and tears glistening in his eyes, Beomgyu poured out his heart, professing his love for (Y/n) in words that danced on the breeze. And then, with a shaking hand, he produced a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the shimmering ring nestled within.

"Will you marry me?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, his heart hanging in the balance.

And at that moment, as (Y/n)'s eyes widened with shock and joy, Beomgyu knew that this—this was the best day of his life so far.

As Beomgyu's heartfelt proposal hung in the air, (Y/n)'s eyes filled with tears of joy, her heart overflowing with love. With a radiant smile, she nodded eagerly, her voice choked with emotion as she whispered, "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"

And in that moment, as the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple, Beomgyu and (Y/n) shared a tender, passionate kiss, sealing their love and commitment to each other under the watchful gaze of the heavens above. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, the world around them fading into insignificance.

Wrapped in the warmth of their love, they knew that their journey together was only just beginning. With the promise of forever shining brightly in their hearts, Beomgyu and (Y/n) embarked on the next chapter of their love story, hand in hand, hearts entwined, and souls united as one.

As they watched the sun dip below the horizon, casting a blanket of stars across the night sky, they knew that their love would endure for eternity, a beacon of hope and light guiding them through the darkest of nights and the brightest of days.

Together, they stood against the backdrop of the universe, their love a masterpiece painted across the canvas of time, a testament to the power of love and the beauty of two souls finding their way back to each other, time and time again.

As Beomgyu and (Y/n) made their way home, their hearts still soaring from the magic of their engagement, fate had other plans in store. In the blink of an eye, their joyous journey was interrupted by the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as their car was violently jolted, spinning out of control in a cacophony of chaos and confusion. Time slowed to a crawl as Beomgyu's desperate cries filled the air, his hands tightening around the steering wheel in a futile attempt to regain control.

And then, with a deafening crash, everything went dark.

When Beomgyu finally regained consciousness, his head swimming and his body aching, he found himself surrounded by the wreckage of their car. Panic surged through him as he frantically searched for (Y/n), his heart seizing in his chest at the sight of her motionless form beside him.

With trembling hands, he reached out to gently shake her, his voice trembling with fear as he called out her name. And then, as if in a dream, (Y/n) stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal dazed and confused eyes.

Relief flooded through Beomgyu like a tidal wave as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if afraid she might vanish into thin air. But even as he held her, a sense of dread gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, the realization sinking in that their lives would never be the same again.

As the sirens wailed in the distance and the lights of emergency vehicles illuminated the night sky, Beomgyu and (Y/n) clung to each other amidst the wreckage, their love serving as a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded them.

But for now, in this moment of uncertainty and fear, all that mattered was that they were together, united against the chaos of the world, their love a light in the darkness guiding them towards an uncertain future.

Beomgyu's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, and the steady beep of machines served as a constant reminder of the fragility of life. Desperate to find (Y/n), he called out her name, his voice hoarse with emotion.

The nurses rushed to his side, their faces etched with concern as they gently explained the situation. (Y/n) was still in the operating room, they told him, her condition critical but stable. Beomgyu's breath caught in his throat at the news, his mind reeling with fear and uncertainty.

With trembling hands, he allowed the nurses to perform their examinations, their touch gentle but clinical as they assessed his injuries. But all the while, his thoughts remained fixated on (Y/n), his heart aching with the need to see her, to hold her close and reassure himself that she was alive and well.

As the minutes stretched into hours, Beomgyu found himself consumed by a sense of helplessness, his world narrowing to a single, all-consuming desire: to be by (Y/n)'s side. As he lay in his hospital bed, his body battered and broken, he made a silent vow to himself: no matter what it took, he would find a way to bring her back to him.

For she was his everything, his reason for living, and he would move heaven and earth to ensure that she emerged from this trial stronger than ever before.

And so, with determination burning bright in his eyes, Beomgyu closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer to the universe, a plea for (Y/n)'s swift recovery and a future filled with love and happiness.

Relief flooded through Beomgyu like a tidal wave as the nurse delivered the news. With a heart full of hope and trepidation, he followed her down the sterile hospital corridors, each step bringing him closer to (Y/n)'s bedside.

As he entered the room, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her lying there, pale and still, surrounded by a tangle of wires and tubes. His heart ached at the sight of her, so fragile and vulnerable, yet still so undeniably beautiful.

With trembling hands, Beomgyu approached the bed, his eyes never leaving (Y/n)'s face as he pulled up a chair beside her. Gently, he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his touch feather-light against her skin.

"Hey there, love," he whispered, his voice barely more than a whisper as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her cheek. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

And then, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by worry, Beomgyu settled into the chair beside (Y/n)'s bed, his gaze never wavering from her face as he waited for her to awaken.

Hours passed in a blur of anxious anticipation, each moment stretching into eternity as Beomgyu sat vigil by (Y/n)'s side. And then, just as he felt himself beginning to lose hope, a soft sigh escaped (Y/n)'s lips, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal dazed and confused eyes.

"(Y/n)?" Beomgyu breathed, his heart pounding in his chest as he leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition.

And then, in that moment, as their gazes locked and their souls connected, Beomgyu knew that everything would be okay. For they had weathered the storm together, and nothing in this world could ever tear them apart.

“Who are you?” 

Beomgyu's world shattered in an instant as (Y/n)'s words pierced his heart like a dagger. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, each syllable a crushing blow to his spirit. She didn't remember him. She didn't remember their love.

A suffocating wave of despair washed over him, stealing the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping for breath. He felt as though he were drowning, his mind consumed by a swirling vortex of confusion and anguish.

His body trembled uncontrollably as panic tightened its grip around his chest, squeezing the life from his veins. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but succumb to the overwhelming tide of emotion crashing over him.

The nurses rushed to his side, their voices a distant echo in the chaos of his mind as they guided him out of the room. His legs felt like lead, his steps unsteady as he stumbled blindly down the corridor, his vision blurred by tears he couldn't hold back.

And then, as the world spun around him and the darkness threatened to consume him whole, Beomgyu collapsed against the cold, unforgiving floor, his body wracked with sobs of despair.

For in that moment, as he lay broken and defeated, Beomgyu knew that he had lost more than just the love of his life. He had lost a part of himself, a part that could never be reclaimed.

And as the tears continued to fall and the echoes of his anguish reverberated through the empty halls, Beomgyu realized that he was truly alone.

As the days dragged on in the wake of the accident, Beomgyu found himself adrift in a sea of emptiness, his heart weighed down by the burden of (Y/n)'s forgotten love. Every moment without her felt like an eternity, each passing second a painful reminder of the gaping void that now occupied his soul.

Despite his own pain, Beomgyu knew that (Y/n) needed her family now more than ever. And so, with a heavy heart and a sense of resignation gnawing at his insides, he made the agonizing decision to reach out to them, to explain the situation and seek their help in guiding her through this tumultuous time.

The phone call was a blur of stilted conversation and forced pleasantries, the distance between them palpable even through the static of the line. (Y/n)'s parents offered words of comfort and reassurance, their voices laced with sympathy and concern. But try as they might, they could offer little solace to the shattered remains of Beomgyu's heart.

As the call came to an end and the line fell silent once more, Beomgyu felt a sense of desolation wash over him like a tidal wave. He was alone, utterly and completely alone, with nothing but his own thoughts and the echo of (Y/n)'s voice haunting his every waking moment.

Days turned into nights, and still, Beomgyu found himself trapped in the suffocating embrace of his grief. His once vibrant spirit had been extinguished, replaced by a hollow shell of the man he used to be.

And as he lay alone in the darkness, his tears a silent testament to the pain that consumed him, Beomgyu knew that he would never be whole again. For the love he had lost was a wound that would never fully heal, a scar etched into the fabric of his being for all eternity.

Yeonjun's heart weighed heavy with concern as he made his way to the hospital, his mind racing with thoughts of (Y/n) and the devastating impact the accident had wrought upon her life. He knew that he couldn't stand idly by while his friend suffered, that he had to do everything in his power to help her, to bring back the memories that had been stolen from her.

As he arrived at the hospital, Yeonjun's steps faltered for a moment, the gravity of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks. But he quickly gathered his resolve, steeling himself for the task that lay ahead.

With a determined expression set upon his face, Yeonjun made his way to (Y/n)'s room, where her parents sat by her bedside, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion.

"Mr. and Mrs. [Last Name]," Yeonjun greeted them with a respectful nod, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "I know this must be a difficult time for all of us, but I want you to know that I'm here to help in any way I can."

(Y/n)'s parents looked up at Yeonjun with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, their eyes reflecting the pain and uncertainty that plagued their hearts.

"We appreciate your kindness, Yeonjun," (Y/n)'s mother said, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "But we're at a loss as to how to help (Y/n). She doesn't remember anything, not even us."

Yeonjun's heart ached at the despair in her voice, his mind racing as he searched for a solution. And then, an idea sparked to life within him, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

"I have an idea," Yeonjun said, his voice filled with determination. "It may be a long shot, but I think there's something we can try."

And with that, Yeonjun outlined his plan to (Y/n)'s parents, his words infused with a sense of hope and optimism that had been sorely lacking in the days since the accident.

For he knew that even in the darkest of times, there was always a sliver of light waiting to be found. And if there was even the slightest chance that they could bring back (Y/n)'s memories, then it was a chance worth taking.

Yeonjun's heart raced with newfound determination as he clung to the glimmer of hope that had ignited within him. Beomgyu's music—it was the key, the thread that could unravel the tangled web of (Y/n)'s lost memories. He had to believe it, had to cling to the possibility that the melodies Beomgyu had poured his heart and soul into could serve as a lifeline to the woman he loved.

With a sense of urgency propelling him forward, Yeonjun dashed back to Beomgyu's apartment, his mind ablaze with thoughts of the plan that had taken root in his mind. He burst through the door, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he searched for his friend amidst the shadows that loomed like specters in the dimly lit room.

"Beomgyu!" Yeonjun called out, his voice echoing in the silence that enveloped the apartment. "We need to go to the hospital, now!"

Beomgyu looked up from where he sat slumped on the couch, his eyes hollow and haunted, his spirit broken by the weight of his own grief. But there was a spark of something in Yeonjun's voice, a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished.

"What's going on?" Beomgyu asked, his voice barely more than a whisper as he struggled to comprehend the urgency in his friend's words.

Yeonjun wasted no time in explaining his plan, his words tumbling out in a rush as he outlined his belief that Beomgyu's music held the power to awaken (Y/n)'s dormant memories. He pleaded with Beomgyu to come with him to the hospital, to play his songs for (Y/n) in the hopes that they would serve as a catalyst for her recovery.

For a moment, Beomgyu hesitated, the weight of his own doubts and fears threatening to crush him beneath their oppressive weight. But then, with a steely resolve burning in his eyes, he rose to his feet, his heart beating in time with the rhythm of his own determination.

"Let's go," Beomgyu said, his voice firm and unwavering as he followed Yeonjun out the door and into the unknown.

And as they made their way to the hospital, their footsteps echoing in the empty streets like a drumbeat of defiance, Beomgyu clung to the hope that had been ignited within him, praying to whatever higher power might be listening that his music would be enough to bring (Y/n) back to him.

As Beomgyu set up his small keyboard in (Y/n)'s hospital room, his heart pounded in his chest with a mixture of anticipation and fear. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, the room filled with a palpable tension as the doctors and nurses looked on, their expressions a mix of skepticism and cautious optimism.

Beomgyu's hands trembled as he reached out to touch the keys, his fingers dancing across the familiar patterns with a sense of urgency born of desperation. His eyes were stained with tears, his heart heavy with the knowledge that (Y/n) still didn't remember his name, still didn't remember the love they had shared.

But he refused to give up hope. Not now, not when they had come so far, when they stood on the precipice of a miracle that could change everything.

With a deep breath and a silent prayer on his lips, Beomgyu began to play. The melody flowed from his fingertips like water from a spring, each note a brushstroke painting a portrait of their love, a testament to the bond that had once held them together.

And as the music filled the room, weaving its way into the very fabric of (Y/n)'s soul, Beomgyu felt something shift within him, a glimmer of recognition sparking to life in her eyes.

For a fleeting moment, it was as if time stood still as if the world held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. And then, with a soft sigh, (Y/n) spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"I remember this melody," she said, her words a balm to Beomgyu's wounded heart. "It's beautiful."

Tears welled in Beomgyu's eyes as he looked into (Y/n)'s gaze, seeing a flicker of something familiar, something he had feared lost forever. And in that moment, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, united by the power of love and the music that had brought them back to each other once more.

Week after week, Beomgyu returned to (Y/n)'s hospital room, his heart heavy with both hope and apprehension. With each visit, he watched as fragments of her memory began to resurface, like puzzle pieces slowly falling into place to reveal the picture of her past.

But alongside the moments of clarity and recognition, there were still shadows lurking in the corners of (Y/n)'s mind. Her short-term memory remained elusive, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, leaving her grasping at memories that seemed just beyond her reach.

And yet, Beomgyu refused to lose faith. He continued to play his music for (Y/n), pouring his heart and soul into every note in the hopes that it would serve as a lifeline to the woman he loved.

With each melody that filled the room, Beomgyu watched as (Y/n)'s eyes lit up with a spark of recognition, her fingers tapping along to the rhythm as if trying to unlock the secrets hidden within the music.

And though she still struggled to remember his name, Beomgyu could see the progress she was making, the way her memories began to stitch themselves back together like a tapestry woven from the threads of her past.

But for Beomgyu, the most important thing was that (Y/n) was still fighting, still clinging to the hope that one day she would reclaim the memories that had been stolen from her.

And as he stood by her side, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement into the silence of the hospital room, Beomgyu knew that no matter how long the road ahead might be, he would walk it with her, every step of the way.

For theirs was a love that transcended time and space, a bond forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by the trials they had faced together. And no matter what the future held, Beomgyu would never give up hope that one day, (Y/n) would say his name once again.

Each week, as Beomgyu stepped into (Y/n)'s hospital room, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken longing, he couldn't shake the feeling of deja vu that washed over him like a tidal wave. It was as if time stood still in that room, trapped in an endless cycle of repetition and heartache.

As he approached (Y/n)'s bedside, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over him. The familiar routine of introducing himself, of reaching out to a stranger who bore the face of the woman he loved, felt like a cruel twist of fate, a constant reminder of the gulf that lay between them.

And yet, despite the pain that threatened to consume him, Beomgyu refused to give up hope. Each week, he poured his heart and soul into his music, playing for (Y/n) with a fervor born of desperation, hoping against hope that this would be the moment when she would finally remember.

But week after week, his efforts were met with silence, (Y/n)'s eyes devoid of recognition as she gazed upon him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. It was like trying to break through a wall of glass, his words and music bouncing off the surface without ever making a dent.

And as the weeks turned into months, Beomgyu found himself trapped in a never-ending cycle of deja vu, each visit to (Y/n)'s bedside a painful reminder of the love that once was and the love that could be again if only she would remember.

But still, he refused to give up. For in the depths of his heart, he knew that their love was worth fighting for, worth enduring the pain and the uncertainty for the chance to hold her in his arms once more.

And so, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the burden of unspoken longing, Beomgyu continued to visit (Y/n) each week, his love for her burning bright even in the darkest of times.

As the seasons changed and a year slipped by, (Y/n) was finally deemed well enough to return home, her recovery a slow and arduous journey fraught with uncertainty and setbacks. And yet, despite the progress she had made, there was one name that continued to elude her, one memory that remained stubbornly out of reach.

Beomgyu.

Try as she might, (Y/n) couldn't seem to recall the face or the voice of the piano boy who had once held her heart in the palm of his hand. His name felt like a puzzle piece that refused to fit into the intricate tapestry of her memories, a glaring absence in an otherwise complete picture.

And for Beomgyu, each passing day without (Y/n) by his side felt like a slow descent into madness, his heart aching with the pain of her absence. He had held onto hope for so long, clinging to the belief that one day she would remember him, that their love would triumph over the barriers of her fractured mind.

But as the months stretched into years and (Y/n)'s memory remained stubbornly elusive, Beomgyu found himself grappling with a sense of despair unlike anything he had ever known. It was like losing her all over again, the agony of her absence tearing at the very fabric of his soul.

And yet, despite the pain and the heartache, Beomgyu refused to give up hope. For deep down, he knew that their love was stronger than the vagaries of memory, that even if (Y/n) couldn't remember him now, there was still a chance that she would one day find her way back to him.

And so, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the burden of unspoken longing, Beomgyu continued to hold onto hope, his love for (Y/n) burning bright even in the darkest of times.

For he knew that no matter how long the road ahead might be, their love would endure, a beacon of light guiding them through the darkest of nights and the brightest of days.

As the weeks turned into months and (Y/n) settled back into the familiarity of her parents' home, Beomgyu's visits became less frequent, until eventually, they ceased altogether. The pain of seeing her, of being so close yet so far from the love they once shared, had become too much to bear.

For Beomgyu, each visit had been like reopening a wound that refused to heal, the memories of their life together a constant reminder of everything they had lost. The sound of his music echoing through the empty corridors of (Y/n)'s mind served only to deepen the chasm between them, each note a dagger that pierced his heart with every melody.

And so, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the burden of unspoken longing, Beomgyu retreated into the silence of his own grief, his memories of their life together a bittersweet symphony that played on a loop in the recesses of his mind.

Each resemblance to what once was, each flicker of recognition in (Y/n)'s eyes that never came, slowly chipped away at his soul, until all that was left was a hollow shell of the man he used to be. The pain of their lost love weighed heavy on his heart, dragging him down into the depths of despair with each passing day.

And as he stood alone in the silence of his empty apartment, the echoes of their laughter haunting the corners of his mind, Beomgyu knew that he had lost more than just (Y/n). He had lost a part of himself, a part that could never be reclaimed.

But even in the darkness, a small ember of hope still flickered within him, a reminder that love, no matter how lost or broken, could never truly be extinguished. And as he closed his eyes and let the tears fall, Beomgyu made a silent vow to himself: to carry the memories of their love with him always, even as he walked the lonely road ahead.

As the sweet piano notes that had become a familiar presence in (Y/n)'s home fell silent, the emptiness that filled the air seemed to weigh heavily on her heart. Though she couldn't recall the face or name of the person who had played those melodies, their absence left a void that echoed throughout the once lively house.

(Y/n) found herself drawn to the room where the piano stood, its keys untouched and gathering dust. With each passing day, the longing to remember grew stronger within her, a nagging ache that refused to be ignored. She yearned to unravel the mysteries of her past, to reclaim the memories that had slipped through her fingers like grains of sand.

Yeonjun, ever the devoted friend, tried his best to help (Y/n) piece together the fragments of her shattered memory, but despite his efforts, the memories remained stubbornly out of reach. The name "Beomgyu" felt like a distant echo in the recesses of her mind, just beyond her grasp.

And yet, (Y/n) refused to give up hope. She poured over old photographs and listened to recordings of the piano melodies that had once filled her home, hoping against hope that something would spark a flicker of recognition, a glimmer of memory.

She wanted to remember. She wanted it so badly.

Each day, (Y/n) felt as though she were standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of something profound and life-altering. And though the journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty and fear, she knew that she couldn't turn back.

For buried deep within her heart, beneath the layers of forgotten memories and lost dreams, (Y/n) held onto a glimmer of hope—a belief that love, true and enduring, would always find a way to overcome even the greatest of obstacles.

And as she closed her eyes and let the haunting strains of Beomgyu's music wash over her, (Y/n) made a silent vow to herself: to never stop searching, to never stop hoping, until she had unlocked the secrets of her past and found her way back to the love she had lost.

As the night sky stretched out above them, a tapestry of stars glittering in the darkness, Yeonjun took (Y/n)'s hand in his, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go for a walk," he suggested softly, his voice carrying on the gentle breeze that stirred the night air. "I want to show you something."

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, but something in Yeonjun's earnest gaze convinced her to take a chance. And so, hand in hand, they ventured out into the cool night air, their footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness of the night.

As they walked, Yeonjun couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that coursed through him, the hope that tonight might be the night when everything changed. He glanced ahead and saw Beomgyu standing under the canopy of stars, his silhouette a familiar yet distant figure against the night sky.

With a silent prayer in his heart, Yeonjun urged (Y/n) forward, his heart pounding in his chest as he willed fate to intervene. Perhaps if she ran into Beomgyu here, surrounded by the beauty of the night, she would remember. Perhaps the stars themselves would guide her back to him.

But as they drew closer, (Y/n) remained oblivious to the figure standing just ahead of them, her gaze fixed on the shimmering expanse of the night sky above. And though Yeonjun's heart sank with disappointment, he couldn't bring himself to give up hope.

As Beomgyu caught sight of Yeonjun and (Y/n) walking hand in hand beneath the canopy of stars, a rush of emotions flooded through him like a tidal wave. His heart ached with longing, his soul reaching out to her with a yearning that knew no bounds.

In that moment, he couldn't tear his gaze away from her, from the woman he had loved with every fiber of his being, the woman who still held a piece of his heart even as she stood just out of reach.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, like fragments of a dream that he couldn't quite grasp. He remembered the day of the accident, the day they had gotten engaged, the promise he had made to her as they watched the setting sun paint the sky in hues of orange and pink.

"I'll always be here for you," he had whispered, his voice filled with conviction as he slipped the engagement ring onto her finger, a symbol of their love and commitment to each other.

And now, as he stood beneath the starlit sky, the weight of the ring pressing against his pocket, Beomgyu couldn't help but wonder if perhaps tonight was the night when everything would change. Perhaps tonight, under the watchful gaze of the stars above, (Y/n) would remember him, would remember the love they had shared.

With trembling hands, Beomgyu took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding in his chest as he dared to hope for a miracle. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms like he used to, to whisper words of love and devotion into her ear until she remembered.

But even as he longed to reach out to her, to bridge the distance that separated them, Beomgyu knew that he couldn't force her to remember. Memories, like stars in the night sky, were fleeting and elusive, and all he could do was wait and hope for the day when (Y/n) would find her way back to him.

And so, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the burden of unspoken longing, Beomgyu watched from a distance as Yeonjun and (Y/n) disappeared into the night, their silhouettes fading into the darkness like shadows on the wind.

But even as they disappeared from view, Beomgyu held onto hope, a flickering ember of light burning bright within him as he vowed to never give up on the love that had once defined his very existence.

For in the end, he knew that love was stronger than memory, stronger than time itself, and no matter how long the road ahead might be, he would always be waiting for (Y/n) with open arms and an open heart.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the weight of unspoken sorrow, Beomgyu made his way to (Y/n)'s home, his steps slow and deliberate as he prepared to face the painful truth that had been haunting him for far too long.

Two years had passed since the accident, two years of hoping and praying for a miracle that never came. Fate, it seemed, had made its decision, and no amount of wishing or yearning could change the hand they had been dealt.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the weight of unspoken sorrow, Beomgyu made his way to (Y/n)'s home, his footsteps slow and measured as he walked the familiar path one last time. The weight of the engagement ring in his pocket felt like a burden too heavy to bear, a constant reminder of the love they had shared and the dreams they had once dared to dream.

As he stood before (Y/n)'s doorstep, his heart pounding in his chest, Beomgyu knew that this was the moment he had been dreading, the moment when he would have to say goodbye to the woman he had loved with every fiber of his being.

With trembling hands, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the ring, its glimmering surface catching the soft light of the moon as he held it in his palm. It felt like a piece of his heart, a symbol of the love that had once bound them together, and now, it was time to set it free.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Beomgyu knocked softly on the door, his heart in his throat as he waited for (Y/n) to answer. And when she did, the sight of her took his breath away, her beauty undimmed by the passage of time.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice barely above a whisper as he held out the ring to her. "I want you to have this. It's... it's the ring I proposed to you with. I want you to have it, to remember..."

But before he could finish his sentence, (Y/n) reached out and took the ring from his hand, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she gazed up at him with a mixture of sadness and understanding.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their beating hearts. "Thank you for everything."

And then, without another word, Beomgyu felt the tears begin to fall as he pulled (Y/n) into his arms, holding her close one last time. It was a bittersweet embrace, filled with the echoes of a love that could never be, a love that had been lost to the sands of time.

But even as he held her, Beomgyu knew that it was time to let go, to release her from the chains of their shared past and set her free to find her own path in life. And as they pulled away from each other, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of understanding, Beomgyu knew that he would always carry a piece of (Y/n) with him, a piece of her heart that would forever be intertwined with his own.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the burden of unspoken longing, Beomgyu turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the night as he left behind the love he had once held so dear.

For sometimes, he realized, fate had other plans. And even though their story had come to an end, Beomgyu knew that the memories of their love would live on forever in his heart.

As (Y/n) sat on her bed, the weight of the ring in her hand felt like a tangible reminder of a past she couldn't quite grasp. She remembered the man who had given it to her, remembered his gentle smile and the sadness in his eyes, but his name remained just out of reach, a phantom echo in the recesses of her mind.

And yet, as she stared at the ring, tracing the intricate design with her fingertips, a flood of memories washed over her like a tidal wave. She saw flashes of a beach, the soft sand beneath her feet, the gentle crash of waves against the shore. She saw the sky ablaze with hues of pink and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the world in shades of fire and gold.

And then, she heard it—a warm and familiar voice whispering words of love and devotion into her ear, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I love you," the voice said, its timbre like music to her ears, filling her with a sense of warmth and longing that she couldn't quite explain.

In that moment, (Y/n) felt a spark of recognition flicker to life within her, a sense of connection that transcended the boundaries of memory and time. Though she couldn't remember his name, she knew deep down that the man who had given her this ring had been someone special, someone who had touched her heart in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

With a sense of determination settling over her like a cloak, (Y/n) made a silent vow to herself: to keep searching, to keep reaching for the memories that lay just beyond her grasp. For she knew that somewhere, deep within the recesses of her mind, the answers she sought were waiting to be found.

And as she slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling its weight against her skin like a promise of things to come, (Y/n) closed her eyes and whispered a silent prayer into the night, a prayer for guidance and for clarity, for the strength to remember the love that had once been hers.

For even if the road ahead was long and uncertain, (Y/n) knew that she would never stop searching for the truth, for the answers that lay hidden within the depths of her own heart.

As (Y/n) stepped out onto the street, her mind focused on the simple task of buying snacks, she was unaware of the danger that lurked just around the corner. Oblivious to the world around her, she continued on her way, the sounds of the city fading into the background as she lost herself in her thoughts.

But then, as she reached the middle of the street, a sense of unease washed over her like a wave, a feeling of impending danger that sent a shiver down her spine. And before she could react, she heard the screech of tires and the roar of an engine, the sound of impending disaster echoing in her ears.

In that split second, time seemed to stand still as (Y/n) found herself frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared down the oncoming car, its headlights bearing down on her like a freight train hurtling towards its target.

And then, just as the car was about to make impact, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to their chest with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. She felt herself being lifted off her feet, carried to safety just in the nick of time as the car barreled past with inches to spare.

As the adrenaline coursed through her veins, (Y/n) clung to her savior, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. And as she looked up into the face of the person who had saved her, she felt a surge of recognition wash over her like a tidal wave.

It was him—the man from her memories, the man whose name still eluded her but whose presence felt like coming home. In that moment, as they stood together in the aftermath of the near miss, (Y/n) felt a sense of connection that transcended the boundaries of time and memory, a bond forged in the fires of adversity.

And as she looked into his eyes, she knew with a certainty that defied explanation: fate had brought them together once again, and this time, she wouldn't let him slip away.

As the word "Beomgyu" slipped past (Y/n)'s lips, it hung in the air like a melody, a single note that reverberated through the silence of the street. And though she couldn't explain the sudden surge of recognition that washed over her, she knew with a certainty that defied logic: this was his name, the name of the man who had saved her life and captured her heart.

Beomgyu's breath caught in his throat as he stared down at her, his heart pounding in his chest with a ferocity that threatened to consume him. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the world falling away until there was only the two of them, bound together by the invisible threads of fate and destiny.

"Say it louder, please," Beomgyu whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he pleaded with her to speak his name once more. His heart hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of hope and despair as he waited with bated breath for her response.

And then, as if guided by some unseen force, (Y/n) took a deep breath and said it again, louder this time, with a sense of conviction that sent shivers down Beomgyu's spine.

"Beomgyu."

The sound of her voice filled him with a sense of wonder and awe, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds after a storm. It was a name that held within it the promise of a love that had transcended time and space, a love that had endured even in the face of overwhelming odds.

And as he looked into her eyes, Beomgyu felt a sense of peace settle over him like a warm blanket, knowing that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, united by the bond that had been forged between them.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if he never wanted to let her go. "Thank you for remembering."

And as they stood together in the glow of the streetlights, their hearts beating as one, (Y/n) knew with a certainty that defied explanation: fate had brought them together for a reason, and nothing in this world could ever tear them apart again.

As (Y/n) stood there, wrapped in Beomgyu's embrace, a sense of clarity washed over her like a cleansing tide. Though she still couldn't recall every detail of their past, she knew with a certainty that defied explanation: her future was with him, and nothing in this world could ever change that.

With tears glistening in her eyes, (Y/n) looked up at Beomgyu, her voice filled with conviction as she spoke the words that echoed in her heart.

"I remember that my future is you, Beomgyu," she whispered, her words a solemn vow that hung in the air between them like a promise. "My future is with you."

And as she spoke, Beomgyu felt a sense of wonder and awe wash over him, like a wave crashing against the shore of his soul. It was a moment of profound realization, a moment when the pieces of their shattered past began to fall into place, forming a mosaic of love and hope that stretched out before them like a roadmap to eternity.

With a smile that lit up the darkness of the night, Beomgyu took (Y/n)'s hand in his, his heart overflowing with gratitude and joy. In that moment, as they stood together beneath the starlit sky, he knew with a certainty that defied explanation: their love was stronger than fate, stronger than memory, stronger than anything this world could ever throw their way.

And as they walked hand in hand into the uncertain future that lay ahead, (Y/n) and Beomgyu knew that no matter what trials they faced, they would face them together, united in a love that had endured the test of time.

For in the end, they had found each other once again, and in each other's arms, they knew they had found home.

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Cuddling with Ampers&One

Ampers&One x reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 

Wordcount ≈ 923

Warnings: None I think

Na Kamden 

Kamden is the type of guy who would always have an arm around you. Walking on the street? Boom, he has his arm around your shoulders or your waist, sometimes when it’s more convenient he’ll hold your hand. Movie night with the friend group? Kamden’s arm is around you. It brings him comfort to hold you in his arms, knowing you’re close and can’t be separated. 

When it’s just the two of you, home alone, on the couch, Kamden loves to cuddle with him laying on his back and you on his chest. He will run his fingers through your hair and every now and then, he will strain his neck to give you a kiss on the head. 

He Brian

Brian is more for subtle touches in daily life, no more than holding hands out in the open. Walking beside each other, only your pinky fingers touching each other as the two of you share nervous smiles. It doesn’t matter if you have been together for only a week or 5 years, you’re both as innocent as ever. 

Though when you are home alone, in the comfort of your home, Brian loves to hug you, back hugs are his favorite as he whispers in your ear or sings your favorite song lowly as you dance around the kitchen. In bed, Brian is the type to rest his head on your chest as you fall asleep, his arms tightly wrapped around you as he listens to the beating of your heart. 

Choi Jiho

Jiho is a wild card when it comes to cuddling or skinship in public. Some days he will keep an arms length between the two of you no matter what and other days he will be hanging on to you as if he would die without having you pressed against him. 

In the safety of your home, Jiho will be all over you. If you’re in the kitchen, he’s back-hugging you, if you’re brushing your teeth, he’s back-hugging you, any time he can he will be giving you a back hug. In bed, he will love spooning, but also sleeping in the sweetheart’s cradle. Any position where he can hold you in his arms, he loves. 

Yoon Siyun

Siyun will be a bit more reserved in public, however, he will hold your hand. It feels safer that way, especially if you’re out walking on the street, he has to hold your hand or he will worry that the two of you will become separated. In front of the boys, he can hug you and maybe a quick kiss every now and then. 

At home, Siyun is still a little more reserved than some of the others. He wishes he was as bold as Jiho or Mackiah but it feels weird to be so clingy, but eventually as your relationship grows he will become braver and more comfortable. When sleeping, he prefers the two of you laying beside each other and just your hands touching. 

Choi Kyrell

Kyrell will be really shy at first but try to act bold. He will watch different romance movies and series to try and get some tips on how to act romantic with physical touches. Each movie and series will give him a number of moves to try, however whenever it comes to it, he always gets to nervous to actually try it. One of the few things he managed was the “helping you reach something on the highest shelf”, it wasn’t intentional though but when he came into the kitchen you were trying to reach a certain mug that Kamden accidentally put on the wrong shelf, so Kyrell walked over and reached over you to get the mug. You were in awe of his action but Kyrell only smiled and handed you the mug. 

Even at home alone, when it comes to sleeping, Kyrell is a bit shy, so you often have to initiate the cuddling but once you have initiated it, you’re stuck. Because he won’t let go until he truly has to. He will lock you in his arms and keep you there until the morning. 

Mercer Mackiah

Mackiah is similar to Kamden, he must have some sort of skin contact at all times. Mackiah will hold your hand wherever you guys are, have an arm around you, and drape himself over you from behind, he’d put you in his pocket if he could. 

When the two of you are lying in bed, about to sleep, Mackiah has to spoon you because he can’t sleep unless he’s holding you tight and close. He will also give you about a thousand kisses on the neck and the head before falling asleep. 

Kim Seungmo

He’s the youngest but one of the boldest when it comes to PDA, he just doesn’t care what others think. If he wants to hold your hand, he will, if he wants to hug you, he will, if he wants to kiss you, he will. The only time he is embarrassed is around the other boys, mostly because they tease him, but he still holds your hand/hugs/kisses you. 

When it comes to sleeping, Seungmo will either fall asleep on top of you, spooning you, or in the sweetheart’s cradle. He loves falling asleep on top of you, with his head on your chest and with one of your hands scratching his head.

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hi~ jay and jongwoo in love with the same girl pls 🥺 maybe with two different endings? thank you 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

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I LOVED YOUR OTHER AMPERS&ONE REACTION! i was wondering if you could do cuddling with ampers&one 😻

Of course!

I'm so happy you loved it!

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To Follow the Heart

Jay Chang x reader x Yoon Jongwoo

Wordcount ≈ 3.6k

Warnings: Love triangle, that’s pretty much it

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! 

Third Person POV

As the autumn leaves danced in the crisp air, Jongwoo and Jay strolled across the college campus, their laughter echoing against the buildings. They were inseparable, the kind of friends who shared everything from childhood secrets to aspirations for the future. Their bond was forged in the fires of countless adventures and misadventures.

College had ushered in a new chapter in their lives, but their friendship remained the sturdy anchor amidst the sea of change. One fateful day, their world expanded when they encountered a newcomer to their circle: (Y/n).

(Y/n) had an aura of warmth that drew people in like moths to a flame. With her easy smile and gentle demeanor, she effortlessly charmed everyone she met. It was no different when she bumped into Jongwoo and Jay at the campus library.

"I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, her eyes widening in apology as her books scattered across the floor.

Jongwoo and Jay quickly knelt down to help her gather her belongings. "No worries," Jongwoo said with a grin. "We're experts at causing chaos."

(Y/n) chuckled, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Well, it seems I've stumbled into the right company then."

From that moment on, their friendship blossomed like a wildflower in spring. (Y/n) seamlessly integrated into their dynamic, adding her own unique perspective to their conversations and adventures. Whether they were studying late into the night or embarking on impromptu road trips, the trio became an unstoppable force, bound together by laughter, loyalty, and love.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Jongwoo, Jay, and (Y/n) found themselves inseparable. Their friendship flourished as they embarked on new adventures, shared countless laughs, and supported each other through life's ups and downs.

But amidst the comfort of their close-knit bond, subtle shifts began to stir beneath the surface. Jongwoo found himself captivated by (Y/n)'s infectious laughter and unwavering kindness. Jay couldn't help but admire (Y/n)'s intelligence and the effortless way she lit up a room with her presence. And (Y/n), in turn, found herself drawn to both Jongwoo's charming smile and Jay's unwavering loyalty.

Yet, with the unspoken understanding that their friendship was sacred, they buried their burgeoning feelings deep within their hearts, afraid to disrupt the delicate balance they had forged together. They feared that expressing their romantic desires could fracture the foundation of their friendship, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

As they navigated the complexities of their emotions, tension simmered beneath the surface, like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Their interactions became tinged with unspoken longing, fleeting glances laden with unfulfilled desire.

But despite the allure of what could be, they remained steadfast in their commitment to each other, determined to preserve the sanctity of their friendship above all else. Little did they know, however, that the tumultuous currents of love would soon come crashing down upon them, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their bond.

The soft glow of the television illuminated Jongwoo's apartment, casting shadows across the cozy living room where Jongwoo and (Y/n) sat side by side on the couch. The aroma of freshly popped popcorn lingered in the air as they settled in for their movie night, the comfortable silence between them a testament to the ease of their friendship.

As the movie played in the background, Jongwoo couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/n) out of the corner of his eye. He watched as she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the screen with rapt attention, her lips curved into a slight smile at the unfolding plot. With each passing moment, Jongwoo felt his heart swell with affection, the familiar warmth of longing stirring within him.

Beside him, (Y/n) shifted slightly, her arm brushing against his as she reached for a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them. The contact sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Jongwoo's veins, igniting a firestorm of emotions he had long tried to suppress.

Heart pounding, Jongwoo hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out to adjust the blanket draped over (Y/n)'s shoulders. His fingers grazed her skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he felt the softness beneath his touch. Their eyes met in a fleeting moment of shared intensity, the unspoken longing hanging heavy in the air between them.

Suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken desire as they teetered on the precipice of something unknown. With a courage born of desperation, Jongwoo leaned in closer, his breath catching in his throat as he dared to close the distance between them.

For a heartbeat, time stood still as their lips hovered mere inches apart, the tantalizing promise of what could be beckoning them forward. But just as they were on the brink of crossing the threshold into uncharted territory, the shrill sound of Jongwoo's phone shattered the fragile bubble of intimacy, jolting them back to reality with a harsh reminder of the forbidden nature of their desires.

Flustered, Jongwoo scrambled to answer the call, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to regain his composure. But as he turned back to face (Y/n), he found her gaze averted, her cheeks flushed with a blush of embarrassment.

In that moment, they both knew that the delicate balance of their friendship had been irrevocably altered, the once innocent touches now laden with the weight of unspoken longing. And as they sat in the silence that stretched between them, the echoes of their unspoken desires lingered like a ghost in the room, haunting them with the knowledge that their once platonic bond may never be the same again.

In the days that followed their intimate moment on Jongwoo's couch, an unspoken tension hung in the air whenever Jongwoo and (Y/n) found themselves alone together. They navigated their interactions with a careful balance, tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, each silently grappling with the weight of unspoken desires.

Yet, in the light of day, they buried their feelings beneath layers of friendship, their conversations laced with laughter and shared memories as they pretended that nothing had changed. They immersed themselves in the safety of their routine, clinging to the familiarity of their bond like a lifeline amidst the turbulent sea of their emotions.

But as night fell and the world grew quiet, their thoughts inevitably turned to the stolen moment of intimacy they had shared, the memory of their almost-kiss lingering like a bittersweet melody in the recesses of their minds. Alone in the darkness, they wrestled with the conflicting desires that threatened to consume them, their hearts torn between the comfort of friendship and the allure of something more.

Each night, as they lay awake in their respective beds, they found themselves haunted by the ghost of what could have been, their minds consumed by fantasies of a future that remained just out of reach. They danced on the edge of temptation, teetering on the brink of a precipice that promised both ecstasy and heartache in equal measure.

But with each passing night, the distance between them grew, the chasm widening as they retreated further into the safety of denial, afraid to confront the truth that lay dormant within their hearts. And as they continued to navigate the complexities of their friendship, they found themselves caught in a delicate dance of longing and restraint, their unspoken desires a silent symphony that echoed through the night, a testament to the fragile nature of the human heart.

As Jay and (Y/n) pored over their textbooks, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across the room, the air crackled with the energy of impending exams and late-night study sessions. Their laughter echoed against the walls as they traded notes and shared study tips, the easy camaraderie between them a testament to their close friendship.

But as the night wore on and fatigue began to set in, a subtle shift occurred in the atmosphere, the air thick with unspoken tension as they found themselves drawn together by an invisible force. Their eyes met across the table, a silent understanding passing between them as they teetered on the edge of something unknown.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Jay reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from (Y/n)'s face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. She met his gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and longing, her heart pounding in her chest as she dared to lean in closer, her lips hovering just inches away from his.

For a heartbeat, they lingered in the space between them, the world falling away as they were consumed by the magnetic pull of desire. And then, with a sigh of surrender, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss that ignited a firestorm of emotions neither of them could deny.

In that moment, the lines between friendship and something more blurred into oblivion, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the forbidden. And as they surrendered to the intoxicating rush of desire, they knew that there was no turning back, their once platonic bond irrevocably transformed by the undeniable truth of their shared longing.

But even as they reveled in the euphoria of their newfound connection, they couldn't shake the lingering guilt that gnawed at the edges of their consciousness, the knowledge that their actions threatened to upend the delicate balance of their friendship weighing heavy on their hearts.

And as they lay tangled in each other's arms, the echoes of their forbidden love reverberating through the stillness of the night, they knew that they had embarked on a journey fraught with uncertainty, their hearts torn between the comfort of familiarity and the intoxicating allure of the unknown.

As their lips touched in a brief, fleeting moment of intimacy, (Y/n)'s heart pounded erratically in her chest. But before the warmth of the kiss could fully envelop her, she gently pushed Jay away, her eyes clouded with conflict and regret.

"I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. Jay's brows furrowed in confusion, his gaze searching (Y/n)'s face for some semblance of explanation.

"Why?" Jay asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of disappointment and longing. "What's wrong?"

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes as she struggled to find the words to convey the turmoil raging within her. "It's Jongwoo," she admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "And... and because of me."

Jay's heart sank as he processed her words, the weight of her confession settling over him like a heavy cloak. He had suspected as much, but hearing (Y/n) speak the truth aloud only made the situation more painful to bear.

"I understand," Jay murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he took a step back, the distance between them a painful reminder of the chasm that now lay between them. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). I didn't mean to... I didn't want to make things complicated."

(Y/n) shook her head, her own tears threatening to spill over as she reached out to grasp Jay's hand, her fingers trembling against his skin. "It's not your fault," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I just... I can't bear to lose what we have, Jay. Our friendship means everything to me."

With a heavy heart, Jay nodded in understanding, his own tears glistening in the dim light of the room. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'll always be here for you, (Y/n), no matter what."

And with that, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing in the silence that stretched between them, leaving (Y/n) alone with her thoughts and the painful realization of what could have been.

Seated across from her friend Minnie in the cozy confines of her apartment, (Y/n) fidgeted nervously, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. With a heavy sigh, she finally mustered the courage to broach the subject that had been weighing heavily on her heart.

"Minnie," (Y/n) began, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I need your help. I... I don't know what to do."

Minnie regarded her friend with a sympathetic expression, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, (Y/n)," she replied gently. "What's on your mind?"

(Y/n) took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words that were about to spill forth. "It's Jongwoo and Jay," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I have feelings for both of them."

Minnie's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she remained silent, allowing (Y/n) to continue.

"And... and I'm pretty sure they both have feelings for me too," (Y/n) admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the confession. "But I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt either of them, but I can't deny how I feel."

Minnie nodded in understanding, her expression thoughtful as she considered (Y/n)'s dilemma. "Okay," she said gently. "Let's take a step back for a moment. Forget about everything else and just focus on each of them individually. Tell me about Jongwoo."

(Y/n) took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking. "Jongwoo... he's always been there for me," she began, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she thought of her friend. "He's kind, caring, and incredibly supportive. He knows me better than anyone else, and he makes me feel safe."

Minnie nodded, absorbing (Y/n)'s words before prompting her to continue. "And Jay?"

"Jay... he's different," (Y/n) admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "He's charming, loyal, and he always knows how to make me laugh. There's a spark between us that I can't quite explain, but it's always been there, lurking beneath the surface."

Minnie listened intently, her expression thoughtful as she processed (Y/n)'s words. "It sounds like you have deep connections with both of them," she mused. "But ultimately, (Y/n), the decision is yours to make. Follow your heart, but remember to consider everyone's feelings in the process."

(Y/n) nodded, her mind swirling with newfound clarity. "Thank you, Minnie," she said gratefully, a sense of determination settling over her like a warm blanket. "I think I know what I need to do now."

Jongwoo’s ending

After much contemplation and seeking advice from her friend Minnie, (Y/n) realizes that her heart has been leaning towards Jongwoo all along. With a sense of clarity, she decides to confess her feelings to him and pursue a relationship with him. The kiss with Jay, it just didn’t feel right. 

When she meets Jongwoo for a private conversation, her heart pounds with nervous anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage and pours out her feelings, expressing how she values their friendship but also desires something more. To her relief, Jongwoo reciprocates her feelings, admitting that he has harbored romantic feelings for her for quite some time.

Their conversation is filled with shared smiles and unspoken promises, and as they embrace each other, they both know that they are embarking on a new chapter of their relationship.

Meanwhile, Jay's heart sinks when (Y/n) breaks the news to him. Despite feeling a pang of disappointment, he respects her decision and offers his support wholeheartedly. Though it's difficult for him to see (Y/n) with someone else, he finds solace in the knowledge that their friendship will endure, albeit in a different form.

A few days, at their first official date

The warm glow of the setting sun bathed the park in a soft, golden light as Jongwoo and (Y/n) strolled hand in hand along the winding path. It had been a perfect day spent together, filled with laughter, shared moments, and the undeniable spark of newfound love.

As they found themselves a secluded spot beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Jongwoo couldn't help but feel overcome with emotion. His heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having (Y/n) by his side, and he knew that he had to seize the moment.

"(Y/n)," Jongwoo began, his voice soft and filled with tenderness as he turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers. "There's something I've been wanting to do."

Curiosity flickered in (Y/n)'s eyes as she looked up at him, her heart racing with anticipation. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Jongwoo gently cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands, his touch tender and reverent as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. Time seemed to stand still as the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in their own little bubble of serenity.

And then, with a gentle yet firm pressure, Jongwoo closed the distance between them, capturing (Y/n)'s lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was a moment of pure bliss, a symphony of emotions and sensations that washed over them like a tidal wave, leaving them breathless and exhilarated.

As they pulled away, a soft smile played on Jongwoo's lips, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration. "(Y/n)," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "I love you."

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes as she returned his smile, her heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Jongwoo," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she leaned in to kiss him once more, sealing their love with a promise that would last a lifetime.

Jay’s ending

After soul-searching and seeking counsel from her friend Minnie, (Y/n) comes to the realization that her heart truly belongs to Jay. With a sense of resolve, she decides to take a leap of faith and confess her feelings to him, hoping for a chance at a deeper connection.

When she finally musters the courage to speak with Jay privately, her palms sweat with nervousness. With trembling words, she lays bare her emotions, confessing her love for him and expressing her desire to explore a romantic relationship.

To her joy and relief, Jay's eyes light up with surprise and happiness as he admits that he has harbored feelings for her as well. Their conversation is filled with laughter and tears as they share their hopes and dreams for the future.

As they embrace each other, (Y/n) feels a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she has made the right choice.

Meanwhile, Jongwoo struggles to come to terms with (Y/n)'s decision. Though he is heartbroken, he ultimately understands and respects her choice. Despite the ache in his heart, he wishes them both well, silently mourning the loss of what could have been.

The anticipation hung thick in the air as Jay stood outside (Y/n)'s apartment, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. It was their first official date, and he couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in his stomach as he waited for her to emerge.

When (Y/n) finally appeared, Jay's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She looked radiant, her smile lighting up her face as she stepped out, her hair cascading in gentle waves around her shoulders.

"You look amazing," Jay said, unable to tear his gaze away from her as he offered her a bouquet of her favorite flowers.

(Y/n) blushed at the compliment, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she accepted the flowers with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Jay," she replied, her voice soft with emotion.

With a sense of exhilaration coursing through him, Jay offered (Y/n) his arm, a grin spreading across his face as they set off on their adventure.

Their first stop was a quaint little café tucked away in a charming corner of the city. As they settled into a cozy booth, Jay found himself captivated by (Y/n)'s laughter and the easy flow of conversation between them.

Over cups of steaming coffee and plates of delectable pastries, they shared stories and dreams, each moment filled with the promise of a future yet to unfold.

From there, they embarked on a leisurely stroll through the bustling streets, hand in hand as they explored the hidden gems of the city. They marveled at the vibrant street art adorning the walls and savored the simple joy of being in each other's company.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skyline, Jay led (Y/n) to a secluded spot overlooking the river. With the soft sound of water lapping against the shore as their backdrop, Jay pulled (Y/n) into his arms, his heart swelling with affection.

"I'm so glad I get to spend this time with you," Jay said, his voice filled with sincerity as he looked into (Y/n)'s eyes.

(Y/n) smiled, her heart fluttering with happiness as she leaned into Jay's embrace. "Me too, Jay," she replied, her voice tinged with warmth. "This has been perfect."

And as they watched the sunset in a blaze of orange and gold, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the countless adventures that lay ahead, knowing that with Jay by her side, every moment would be filled with love and laughter.

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[mirisss]

Could you write a - stray kids x fem! ninth member, who is gyaru and other idols, look at her weird for it(after a performance or award show)

For context, Gyaru is a Japanese fashion subculture. The term gyaru is a Japanese transliteration of the English slang word gal. The term for gyaru was introduced in Japan by the American jeans company Lee, who introduced a new line of jeans to their brand Wrangler

Hi, thank you for this request.

Unfortunately, I couldn't write anything for it. I tried to understand the style but I just couldn't comprehend how to write for it.

I'm sorry to let you down but I hope you can come back with other requests in the future

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[mirisss]

loved your kyrell fic ^^! could i get how ampers&one would ask their s/o out please? either scenarios or bulletpoint is fine!

(and can i be 🍩 anon please?)

Of course!

You can find it ~ here ~

And yes! You can be 🍩 anon! Welcome to my blog 💕

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Ampers&One confessing to their crush

Ampers&one x gn! reader 

Warnings: None I think, really fluffy

Wordcount ≈ 2.1k

Thank you for the request 🍩! I hope you like it!

Na Kamden

Kamden would have done his research on how to ask someone out both from asking his friends, looking up tips on the internet, watching romance movies, reading books, and even asking your friends if you had mentioned any scenarios of how you wanted to be asked. 

The result was him choosing to slowly warm up to it. It began with the two of you studying in the library, he was helping you with a subject you struggled a little with, as the sun set and it was getting late, Kamden asked if you wanted to eat dinner together. You said yes, wanting to get closer to the boy who made your heart beat a little quicker. Kamden paid for your food, wanting to be a gentleman. The two of you ate and spoke, laughing and enjoying the moment. Once dinner was done and it was time to head home, Kamden walked you to your door, you hugged him saying goodbye, but then he suddenly stopped you. 

“Wait, (Y/n)!” “Huh? Oh, yeah, what’s up?” He walked closer. “I really like hanging out with you and I would love to spend more time together, as more than friends, if you want that too?” Kamden smiled nervously as he held out his hand, in it he held a necklace with a small flower charm, it was a (your favorite flower). “I’d love to do that too, Kamden,” 

He Brian

Brian would not be as well prepared as Kamden. Nope, Brian would kind of just do it without realizing it. The guy barely knew he had feelings for you before Mackiah and Jiho pointed it out to him. “Hey, lover boy stop staring at your lover and go ask them out already!” His two friends said as they laughed at the shocked face Brian gave them. “What do you mean? (Y/n) isn’t my lover?” “Obviously, because you haven’t asked them out, but you should cause they like you too,” Jiho said. 

Brian thought about that conversation for the next couple of days, but he didn’t know how he should do it, well until today. Brian was about to walk home after his classes had ended, as he walked by the basketball court he saw you standing there alone with a basketball in your hand, staring angrily up at the net. Brian smiled because he found you so cute. He walked over. 

“Hey, (Y/n), what are you doing?” “Oh, Hi Brian! For my gym class next week, we’re playing basketball but I’m really bad at it, and my gym teacher told me today that I have to do somewhat well next week to get a good grade, but as I suck at anything ball-sport related, it’s not looking good for me,” “Mm well, I could try to teach you some moves,” “You could?” You happily said, finally feeling a glint of hope. “Yeah, I used to play basketball almost professionally, until I moved,” “Thank you, Brian, I owe you,” 

For almost 2 hours, Brian gave you a private lesson on how to play basketball. After 2 hours, he noticed that you were getting tired so he decided that would have to be it for today. “Thank you for today Bri,” “No worries, hey, um, do you want to get something to eat?” “Yeah, sure, it’s on me though, as I said, I owe you!” “No, I’ll pay,” “No, I should paaay, Bri,” “What kind of gentleman am I if I don’t pay on a date I asked you out on?” “It’s a date?” That was when Brian realized what he had done. “Yeah, if you want it to be?” “I’d love that,” 

Choi Jiho

Jiho first met you through his younger friend, Siyun. Siyun and you shared a class and during a lunch break, Siyun brought you with him to the table where his friends sat as your other friends were sick or busy that day. All the boys were super nice and you especially took a liking to Jiho, finding interest in his major. Jiho immediately fell in love with you, it was love at first sight for him. He would be a little nervous around you but you didn’t notice. Jiho was just a little bit jealous too, jealous of Siyun who got to see you all the time. Therefore, Jiho did everything he could to show you that he was better than his friend. 

After you were invited to a movie night with the seven boys who made up your classmates friend group, Jiho got to find out something that helped him out. 

“Come on, please can we watch a horror movie? Please guys,” Seungmo really wanted to watch a horror movie but some of the guys were against it, Jiho wanted to hear your opinion before he stated his own. “(Y/n), where do you stand on the horror movie? Do you like them or not?” “Um, both, I kind of like them but I also get scared so if I wanna watch one, I’ll always need someone beside me that I can hold onto,” You laughed a bit nervously, making Jiho smile as he found it cute. “You can always hold onto me if you want,” The way he said it and the way his eyes looked so warm as he gently gazed into your eyes made your heart skip a few beats and a blush crept up on your cheeks. “Then I want to watch a horror movie,” “Same, so that means the majority wants to watch the horror movie,” 

Everyone sat down in their designated spots, you stood a bit awkwardly on the side wondering where you should sit. Jiho waved you over to the couch where he was sitting, Siyun on the other end. “Come on, you can’t hold on to me from over there,” At the beginning of the movie, Jiho was disappointed as you just sat in the middle of the couch with him on one side and Siyun on the other seemingly totally fine. As the movie was approaching its middle point, the first real jump scare happened and you were very frightened almost jumping onto Jiho as you hid your face in his chest. Jiho’s heartbeat was racing but he felt happy, he embraced his arms around your frame, hugging you tightly to him. 

After the movie was over, Jiho reluctantly removed his arms from around you as it was time for people to head home. He walked you over to the door, hugging you to say goodbye. “Thank you for being my human shield tonight, it was really nice, you’re a great hugger, whoever gets to date you is lucky,” “Do you wanna be lucky?” “What do you mean?” “Want to go on a date?” “Seriously?” “Yeah, (Y/n), do you want to go on a date with me, Choi Jiho?” “Yes, I do,” 

Yoon Siyun

Siyun and you would be friends, studying together or just belonging to the same friend group. The two of you both enjoy photography, so sometimes, the two of you tend to stray away from the group as you wish to take photos of the clouds or nature. Without realizing it, Siyun began snapping photos of you as he fell for your passion. He thought you looked really cute as you concentrated on getting the perfect photo of a flower as a gentle breeze was blowing. It would take him a few weeks to realize that he was doing this, it wasn’t until he needed to go through his pictures to find one for an assignment in school that he found the majority of his camera roll from the last month was just photos of you. 

When he realized this, he knew that he had feelings for you, and he knew the perfect way to confess. He would print out all of his favorite photos he had taken of you and even some photos of the two of you together. He made a small collage of them, decorating it with flower stickers and other cute stickers. Next time he met up with you, he would ask if you wanted to see the photos he loved the most, and you, of course, said yes. He took out the collage and gave it to you. In the middle of it, he had written, I love you. “I love you too, Siyun,” 

Choi Kyrell

He wouldn’t be the one to confess first, he would want to but he would also be too scared to ruin things with the person he liked. For more read Your warm embrace. 

Mercer Mackiah

Mackiah would be totally whipped for you, he would try to act cool and impress you but the second you look away he is following you with puppy eyes. Whenever you asked for something he would get it in a heartbeat. 

“Uh I could really use a snack right now, I’m so hungry but I still have two more classes before the day is over,” “Uhm, I just need to go to the bathroom, be back in a sec,” Mackiah would run over to the cafeteria and buying you a snack then run back with it, luckily the boy has a lot of energy and he’s a fast runner. “Here, I got you a snack,” He’d smile brightly as he handed you the snack, his eyes sparkling with joy at being able to get you a snack. “Thanks, Mackiah, you didn’t need to,” “But I wanted to,” 

Other times it could be during an evening hangout, your friend group was at a park just hanging out and talking. Later on, a chilly breeze passed by, reminding you of your lack of a jacket. “I’m so stupid, I didn’t bring a jacket even though I knew we would be out for a long time,” “Hey, it’s okay, here, I brought a blanket, we can share it,” Mackiah quickly opened his bag and took out a blanket, he then walked over to you, wrapping it around your shoulders as he sat down very close to you. “Thanks, are you sure you don’t mind sharing it?” “Of course not, I’d love to share it. Anything for you,” “You’re so sweet, Mackiah, you’re like every person’s dream boyfriend,” “Even yours?” “I mean, yeah, you’re nice, sweet, caring, funny, not to mention handsome, loyal, oh-” Mackiah suddenly stopped your rambling by leaning in and kissing your cheek. “Can I be your boyfriend then?” “Yes, please,” He tried to stay cool but the second he turned his face away from you, he was turning as red as a tomato as he cheered internally. 

Kim Seungmo

Seungmo would be really afraid of rejection so he wouldn’t dare ask you face to face. No, he would write a letter with the help of his friends. He rewrote the letter many times because he wanted it to be perfect. 

Once he had his perfect letter, that basically just said: 

“hey, (Y/n), I’m in love with you, wanna go out? Love Seungmo, but like no pressure if you don’t” 

His friends wondered why he opted for such a simple letter instead of the three pages long once he had them help him write, but no one was surprised. They knew Seungmo, he’s young and terrified of confessing to his first love. 

Seungmo ended up leaving the letter in your locker, waiting behind a corner to see your reaction to the letter. When you opened your locker and found the letter you locked around a little confused but figured that it was for you. You opened it and read the sentence, laughing a little and blushing. You looked around to try and spot the tall boy with now blonde-blue hair, and while he was hiding behind a corner, he wasn’t really hidden. You walked over to him, he was nervous and ready to bolt out of there. 

“Hi, Seungmo,” “Hey, (Y/n),” “Yes,” “Yes?” “Yes, I wanna go out with you,” “Really?” “Yeah, and I like you too!” Seungmo nervously put his hand out toward you, looking shyly between it, your eyes, and your hand. You smiled at the shy boy before putting your hand in his, and so you walked out of the school together, hand in hand, shy smiles and red cheeks, nervous giggles could be heard every now and then.

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[mirisss]

Hello people!

Hey guys!

So I've been kind of MIA for a bit.

You see, I'm in the middle of moving and there's just been a lot going on so I haven't had the time or the energy to write but I am getting back to it right now.

I have a couple of requests waiting for me to get to them, I am also working on the next parts of my two series (I like the view & As the Seasons Change) so please look forward to those!

Anyways, I just wanted to give you guys an update so you don't think I'm gone forever!

See you soon again!

💕💕love you guys!

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[mirisss]

Could perhaps I ask for an ONF Hyojin/Seungjun x (preferably gn) reader where the reader is a student travelling to Korea to study, but has anxiety and struggles to settle in, so Hyojin and J-US (being as sweet as they are) invite them out for a picnic to get to know each other and steady the new student’s nerves?

I apologise if this isn’t something you’d normally write, but it’d be very nice if you could.

Have a nice day 😊😊

— Leo

Hi Leo!

Of course! I gave it a try and I hope you enjoy it!

Thank you so much for the request! You can find the imagine ~ here ~

Hope to see you in my inbox soon again!

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The Day I Ran Into You

ONF Hyojin & Seungjun x gn! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k

Warnings: Feeling left out, anxiety, having trouble making friends, I think that’s it. 

Thank you so much for the request, Leo! I hope you enjoy it!

Third Person POV

When (Y/n) got the news that they would be moving to Korea to study, they were very excited. A new adventure with millions of possibilities waiting for them. (Y/n) packed their bags as soon as they knew when they were leaving. (Y/n) had fixed a small apartment that wasn’t too close to the university nor was it too far away, it was a bit expensive but (Y/n) also found a job so it would be fine. (Y/n) was looking forward to meeting new friends and exploring a new city. 

However, even though (Y/n) had done everything they could to prepare for this trip, they couldn’t stop their anxiety from ruining the experience. It turns out that making friends was way harder than (Y/n) had expected, throughout the first week of university, they hadn’t met a single person to hang out with. It seemed like everyone had already found their cliques, everyone but (Y/n). 

The apartment might have been small but during the night as (Y/n) was feeling lonely, it seemed so vast. The walls span across the country, the roof nowhere in sight, the small night light only illuminating the shadows that dwell around the room. 

During the start of the second week, (Y/n) was ready to give up, they were ready to pack up their things and return home. That was until they met two boys who finally made the anxiety shrink from a raging storm to a gentle breeze. 

It was during lunchtime on Tuesday that (Y/n) ran into a guy with bright red hair, he was dressed in a dark green hoodie and ripped jeans. The guy was coming around a corner and (Y/n) didn’t see him so they ran right into each other, fortunately, it wasn’t more than a bump so no one got hurt. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” The guy stopped and gave (Y/n) a bright smile while also looking them up and down to see if he caused any injuries or anything. “Um, no, no, um, yes, I’m okay, sorry for running into you,” “It’s fine! It was my fault too. My name is Hyojin! I’m an Astronomy student,” Hyojin reached out his hand for (Y/n) to shake, still a friendly and bright smile on his lips. (Y/n) reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake. “Hi, my name is (Y/n), I’m a (subject) student,” “Are you a first-year student?” “Yeah,” (Y/n) felt a bit nervous to stand there and talk to Hyojin but he was very friendly and his aura calmed her nerves. “I’m in the second year, OH SEUNGJUN! Hey,” Suddenly Hyojin saw someone behind (Y/n) and he began shouting and waving to catch the person's attention. (Y/n) turned around and saw another guy who waved back as he jogged over to where Hyojin and they were standing. 

“This is Seungjun, Seungjun this is (Y/n),” “Hello, nice to meet you!” “Hi,” “Sorry, I got caught up with (Y/n) so I forgot we were meeting for lunch, about that, am I keeping you from meeting up with your friends?” “No, not really, I kind of don’t have anyone to eat lunch with,” “Just today or always?” Seungjun asked, his eyes sparkled warmly. “Ya, you can’t just ask them that,” “It’s okay, um I guess always because well I’ve had a hard time finding friends here,” “Are you an exchange student?” “Um kind of, well, I’m not from Korea originally or anything but I’m enrolled for the entire program so not just one semester or so,” “Woah that’s so cool, I don’t think I’d have it in me to move to another country to study, not alone at least,” Seungjun said. The two boys were very easy to speak with, their energy made (Y/n) open up more too, daring to actually speak and show some of their personality. 

“Hey, so um, lunch is almost over now, hehe, seems like we all will have to skip it from talking too much. Anyways, Hyojin and I usually have a little picnic on Thursdays after our classes, because some weeks we don’t have time to meet up before that so it’s sort of mandatory for us to do it. Wanna join us this Thursday? It was so nice talking with you so I’d at least love to get to know you more!” “I’d like that too, so what do you say?” (Y/n) took a deep breath, they never thought that them running into a guy with bright red hair could lead to friendship. “Yes, I’d love too,” “Give me your number, I’ll text you the details of when and where and what you should bring!” “Okay!” Hyojin handed (Y/n) his phone and let them add their contact to it. “See ya on Thursday if we don’t run into each other before then!” “Bye,” 

Thursday rolled around and classes were over, (Y/n) was at a convenience store to get some drinks for them and the two boys as (Y/n) had been tasked with bringing drinks. (Y/n) was feeling excited to meet with the two nice boys once again, they thought they’d be nervous but they weren’t, probably because Hyojin and Seungjun had been so nice and welcoming. After buying some different drinks, (Y/n) began walking over to the location Hyojin had sent. When they got their, they searched for the bright red hair but couldn’t find it, (Y/n) felt sad, had they been played? Had the boys just been fooling around? That was until they heard two voices shouting their name. 

“(Y/n)! Over here!” They turned a bit to the left and saw two boys jumping and waving their arms around as they shouted (Y/n)’s name. Hyojin no longer had bright red hair but now he had a light blonde color. “Hey, I was trying to look for you by your hair color but you changed it,” “Yeah, I got tired of the red, also my teachers didn’t appreciate it, said it was distracting,” As he said distracting he made a funny expression and used a mocking tone, making his two friends laugh. “Well, the red looked good on you but so does the blonde,” “Thanks, (Y/n)!” 

And so the three sat in a park, talking about their lives both before meeting and the most recent days, (Y/n) didn’t feel like an outsider or like they had just met the two boys two days ago, no (Y/n) felt like they had known each other their entire lives. Finally, they could enjoy this adventure. Finally, that small apartment wasn’t vast and lonely, no it was slowly getting filled with happy memories, photos, trinkets, and moments from hanging out with the two guys. And Thursday picnics were no longer just a Hyojin and Seungjun thing, it was now a Hyojin, Seungjun, and (Y/n) thing.

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Wait & Wish

Kim Jiwoong x reader x Zhang Hao

warnings: unrequited love, partying, I think that’s it. 

wordcount ≈ 5.5k 

Please reblog!

The first day of senior year was both exciting and nerve-wracking. As I entered the classroom, my eyes caught sight of him – Zhang Hao. His mere presence seemed to illuminate the room, and my heart skipped a beat. I found an empty seat near the back, but my gaze lingered on him as he engaged in conversation with classmates, effortlessly blending into the vibrant tapestry of high school life.

Days turned into weeks, and my infatuation with Zhang Hao only deepened. He was not just a face in the crowd; he was a magnetic force that drew my attention like a moth to a flame. I admired him from afar, appreciating the way he treated everyone with kindness, his laughter echoing through the halls.

One day, summoning every ounce of courage, I decided it was time to break free from my silent admiration. After all, how could I ever know if there was a chance for something more if I didn't try? I approached him after class, my palms sweating with nervous anticipation.

"Hey, Hao, right?" I mustered a smile, hoping it didn't come off as awkward. "I'm (Y/n), we're in the same class."

His warm brown eyes met mine, and a friendly grin lit up his face. "Yeah, (Y/n)! I've seen you around. What's up?"

I stumbled through some small talk, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Hao, true to his nature, was easy to talk to. We discussed classes, hobbies, and before I knew it, we were laughing about something silly.

Days turned into weeks of this routine – shared conversations, stolen glances, and an ever-growing bond. Yet, despite our connection, I couldn't shake the uncertainty about his feelings. Sometimes, he'd look at me with a gaze that hinted at something more, while other times, his friendliness seemed to extend to everyone equally.

As our friendship blossomed, so did my feelings. I found myself yearning for more, caught in the delicate dance of teenage emotions. The question lingered in the air like an unspoken secret: Did Zhang Hao feel the same way, or was I merely another friend in his life?

Summer break felt like an eternity. I scrolled through my social media feed, catching glimpses of Hao's life through the snippets he shared online. As the days turned into weeks, I told myself that the infatuation I harbored for him would dissipate with time. After all, how could a crush survive the absence of its subject?

But as I walked through the school doors on the first day of the second year, my heart betrayed my rational thoughts. There he was, Zhang Hao, with that infectious smile that could light up the darkest room. It had been weeks since I'd seen him, yet the sight of him ignited a familiar flutter in my chest.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Hao's voice reached me, and I turned to find him approaching with that trademark friendliness. "How was your summer?"

"Oh, it was good," I stammered, attempting to sound casual while my heart raced. "Yours?"

He animatedly shared tales of his summer adventures, and I couldn't help but hang on to every word. The casual conversations continued, and we fell back into the rhythm of friendship as if the break had never happened.

Throughout the second year, Hao and I became inseparable. We shared inside jokes, studied together, and attended school events as a pair. It felt like a dream, and yet, my heart couldn't escape the reality that lurked beneath the surface. The more time we spent together, the deeper my feelings for him grew.

One day, as we sat in the library, surrounded by the hushed whispers of students engrossed in their studies, I mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room. "Hao, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, (Y/n)! Anything," he replied, his eyes sincere.

I hesitated, then blurted out, "Do you ever feel like... I don't know, there's something more between us?"

His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his expression. "What do you mean?"

I stumbled through my words, trying to convey the complexity of my emotions. "I mean, sometimes it feels like you might... like me more than just a friend, but then other times, I'm not so sure. Am I reading too much into things?"

Hao's eyes softened, and he sighed. "I never want to lead you on, (Y/n). You're an amazing friend, and I care about you a lot. But..."

"But?" I pressed, my heart pounding in my ears.

"It's just... relationships are complicated, you know? I value our friendship too much to risk losing it."

The words hung in the air, a bittersweet acknowledgment of unspoken feelings. As the school year progressed, our friendship endured, but the tension of unrequited emotions lingered, casting a shadow over the moments we shared.

The awkwardness between Hao and me dissipated with time, like a passing storm leaving behind a clear sky. We fell back into our friendly routine, laughter echoing through the hallways, shared jokes lightening up even the dullest classes. But beneath the surface, a silent struggle persisted.

I couldn't shake the dreams that lingered in the corners of my mind – dreams of a connection that went beyond friendship. The subtle touches and affectionate words from Hao fueled the flame of hope within me, a flame that refused to be extinguished. It was as if he were sending mixed signals deliberately, leaving me suspended in a state of perpetual uncertainty.

Weeks turned into months, and I found myself caught in the paradox of our relationship. Hao was my confidant, the person with whom I shared my hopes and fears, yet I couldn't escape the nagging feeling that I was merely a side character in his story. The warmth of his friendship contrasted with the chill of unspoken truths, creating a delicate balance that threatened to tip at any moment.

One evening, as we sat in his room, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights, I couldn't hold back the weight on my chest any longer. "Hao, can I talk to you about something?" I asked, my voice hesitant.

"Of course, (Y/n)." Hao's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of understanding in his gaze.

"I... I appreciate our friendship, I really do," I began, choosing my words carefully. "But sometimes, it feels like there's something unsaid between us. Am I just imagining things, or is there something more?"

Hao sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I knew this conversation would come eventually. Look, (Y/n), you mean a lot to me. I've never met anyone as special as you, but relationships... they complicate things. I don't want to risk losing you by taking that step."

The words hit me like a wave, crashing over my carefully constructed hopes. I nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. "I understand," I whispered, a forced smile on my lips.

From that moment, our friendship continued, but a subtle shift had occurred. I navigated the halls of high school, living in Hao's presence yet feeling like a spectator in his life, a character who yearned for a different role in the narrative. The lingering touches and loving words persisted, but their meaning remained elusive, leaving me trapped in a story that seemed to have no clear resolution.

The approaching graduation day hung in the air like a bittersweet melody. Hao and I were both headed to the same university, an exciting prospect that, at the same time, carried an unspoken weight. We had chosen different majors, branching into separate paths that mirrored the growing distance I felt between us.

As we navigated the final months of high school, I couldn't escape the realization that our connection was evolving, not in the direction I had hoped. Hao remained friendly and happy in my presence, yet there was an intangible shift, like the ebb and flow of tides gently pulling us apart. We were heading toward different horizons, and I couldn't ignore the sense that I was becoming a footnote in his story.

The nights became a canvas for my unspoken desires. Each dream painted with hues of his laughter and the warmth of moments we shared. Love songs transformed into a soundtrack that echoed the symphony of my unrequited feelings. I found myself wondering if he ever thought of me, if the thought of our friendship slipping away ever crossed his mind.

The dilemma weighed heavily on my heart – should I persist in preserving the fragments of our friendship, or should I accept the inevitability of becoming a distant memory in his past? It was a question that echoed in the silence of my thoughts, a question with no easy answer.

As we donned our graduation gowns and tossed our caps into the air, I stood at the crossroads of uncertainty. The future stretched before us like an unexplored landscape, and the prospect of clinging to the familiarity of our friendship warred with the ache of unfulfilled longing. The truth was, I wasn't sure if I could continue pretending that my feelings for Hao were just a fleeting chapter of my life.

The decision loomed, and as we hugged in a farewell embrace, the unspoken words lingered in the air. "Keep in touch, (Y/n)," he said, his smile genuine but tinged with the awareness that we were venturing into separate worlds.

As I watched him walk away, disappearing into the crowd of graduates, I grappled with the choice ahead. Should I hold onto the threads of our connection, even if they threatened to unravel, or should I allow myself to become a distant echo in the corridors of his past? The answers remained elusive, shrouded in the uncertainty of the future.

The summer breeze carried with it a sense of change, and as I packed my belongings, preparing to embark on the journey to university, the anticipation of a new chapter in my life consumed my thoughts. Surprisingly, amidst the chaos of preparation, Zhang Hao's name didn't cross my mind even once. It seemed the whirlwind of excitement and nerves had swept away the lingering echoes of unspoken feelings.

The first day at university brought a mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and the thrill of new beginnings. Amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, I found myself at the orientation, navigating the maze of information about classes, campus life, and dormitory rules. It was there that I met Jiwoong, a guy a year above me in the same major.

Jiwoong was a striking figure, almost god-like in his appearance. His handsome features were complemented by a warm and welcoming demeanor. He exuded confidence, and as we struck up a conversation, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between him and Zhang Hao. Jiwoong's humor was infectious, and in some inexplicable way, he reminded me of Hao, yet there was an undeniable difference.

As the days unfolded, Jiwoong became a reassuring presence in the whirlwind of new experiences. We attended classes together, explored the campus, and shared laughter that echoed through the hallways of the dormitory. It was a friendship that developed effortlessly, as if the universe had orchestrated our meeting to ease the transition into this new phase of life.

In Jiwoong, I found solace and companionship. He made the unfamiliar feel familiar, and his humor became a beacon of light in the occasionally overwhelming landscape of university life. Yet, in the quiet moments before sleep claimed my consciousness, Zhang Hao's face would sometimes flicker in my mind, a ghost of a memory that refused to fade entirely.

The duality of my emotions remained, the past and the present entwined as I navigated the intricacies of university life. Jiwoong was a breath of fresh air, a new chapter unfolding, but the shadow of unspoken feelings and the memories of Zhang Hao lingered like subtle echoes, reminders of a time that felt simultaneously distant and near.

Two months into university, Jiwoong extended an invitation that promised to add a spark of excitement to my freshman experience—an invitation to a party hosted by the upperclassmen. The exclusivity of the event, where freshmen could only attend if invited by someone from the second year or above, fueled my anticipation. I eagerly accepted, thrilled at the prospect of attending my first university party.

As the night of the party approached, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbled within me. What do you wear to a university party? I spent hours deliberating before settling on a cute yet slightly sexy top paired with my favorite pair of jeans. The outfit struck a balance between casual and stylish, and I hoped it conveyed the perfect mix of confidence and approachability.

The night finally arrived, and I stood before the mirror, assessing my appearance with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The top hugged my figure just right, and the jeans accentuated my curves. A hint of nervousness fluttered in my stomach, but I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this was an opportunity to step outside my comfort zone.

Jiwoong arrived in his car, and as I stepped out to join him, a rush of confidence washed over me. His eyes lingered on my outfit, and a genuine compliment escaped his lips, making my heart flutter. The night had an air of possibility, and the sound of laughter and music drifted through the air as we made our way to the party.

The venue buzzed with energy as we entered, the rhythmic beats of the music vibrating through the air. The dim lighting cast a playful ambiance, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and celebration. Jiwoong guided me through the crowd, introducing me to his friends and fellow students from different majors.

As the night unfolded, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by the joy of newfound friendships and shared experiences. Jiwoong and I danced, laughed, and immersed ourselves in the vibrant tapestry of university life. The party marked a significant moment in my freshman year, a memorable chapter illuminated by the glow of laughter, music, and the camaraderie that blossomed under the neon lights.

As the music pulsed through the crowded room, Jiwoong and I found ourselves lost in the rhythm, dancing for hours as if time had slowed just for us. The world around us faded into a blur, and for a while, it felt like there was no one else in the room but him and me.

As the DJ transitioned into a more sensual song, the atmosphere shifted. The lights dimmed, casting a soft glow over the dance floor. Jiwoong, with a subtle yet confident move, placed his hand on my waist. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I met his gaze, finding a depth of emotion in his eyes that mirrored the unspoken connection we had been building.

In that intimate moment, the distance between us closed. Jiwoong leaned in, and the world around us seemed to vanish. The music became a mere backdrop to the soft, lingering touch of his lips against mine. Time stood still as the kiss unfolded, a gentle exploration of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface.

The sensation was electrifying, a blend of passion and uncertainty that hung in the air. As the music played on, we pulled away, our eyes meeting in a shared acknowledgment of the uncharted territory we had just entered. The crowded room, the pulsating music, and the whirlwind of the party all faded into the background, leaving us in a suspended moment, caught between the reality of the party and the newfound awareness of something changing between us.

The magical kiss left my heart pounding, and as we broke away, I found myself gazing into Jiwoong's eyes. In that moment, I felt seen in a way I had never experienced before. Confidence surged through me, and the world seemed to sparkle with newfound happiness, especially when Jiwoong's smile hinted at a shared joy.

As he leaned in for another kiss, my anticipation mirrored his. I moved closer, eager to capture the enchantment of the moment. However, just as our lips were about to meet once more, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes, which had been locked onto Jiwoong's, nervously wandered away and landed on a figure standing a few steps behind him.

My heart sank as I registered the familiar face – Zhang Hao. A jolt of panic surged through me, and I instinctively jerked away from Jiwoong. My body, overtaken by the unwelcome anxiety of the unexpected encounter, left me caught between the joy of the present and the shadows of the past.

Jiwoong, sensing the abrupt shift in my demeanor, gazed at me with a questioning expression. Confusion flickered in his eyes as he sought to understand the sudden change. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

My eyes flickered between Jiwoong and Zhang Hao, torn between the conflicting emotions that swirled within me. "I... I just saw someone I know," I stammered, attempting to mask the unease that gripped me.

Jiwoong turned to follow my gaze, his eyes narrowing as he noticed Hao standing a few steps away. The atmosphere shifted, and an unspoken tension settled between us. Jiwoong's gaze returned to mine, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. The weight of the unspoken past hung in the air, leaving me grappling with the unexpected collision of two worlds that, until that moment, had existed in separate realms of my life.

As Zhang Hao walked closer, his gaze locked onto mine, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions enveloped me. It had been months since we last saw each other, and there he stood, seemingly better than ever. His appearance was impeccable, as always, but the usual bright smile that adorned his lips was notably absent, replaced by an unfamiliar frown.

The air thickened with an unspoken tension as Hao stopped in front of me. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now carried a hint of hurt and confusion. "Hey, (Y/n)," he greeted, the words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

"Hi, Hao," I replied, my voice betraying the mixture of emotions that churned within me. The unexpected reunion intensified the unease that had settled over me since our eyes first met.

Jiwoong, sensing the weight of the situation, glanced between Hao and me. The atmosphere around us became charged with an unspoken history, a narrative that seemed to transcend time and space. As Hao continued to gaze at me, a thousand unspoken words lingered between us.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he finally spoke, his tone carrying a subtle undercurrent of emotion.

"Yeah, well, things change," I replied, attempting to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Hao's frown deepened, and for a moment, the silence hung in the air like a heavy cloud. The energy shifted, and I found myself caught between the past and the present, torn between the familiar warmth of our shared history and the uncertainty of the future. As the party continued around us, the reunion with Zhang Hao marked a pivotal moment, a collision of worlds that forced me to confront the complexities of emotions that lingered beneath the surface.

As Zhang Hao requested a private conversation, Jiwoong, sensing the tension, intervened with a cautious inquiry. "Are you sure about this, (Y/n)? Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to address the unresolved emotions with Hao and the potential impact on my budding connection with Jiwoong. "Yeah, I'll be okay. Let's meet up again in 15 minutes," I assured Jiwoong, sensing his reluctance but also his respect for my decision.

Reluctantly, Jiwoong agreed, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he disappeared back into the pulsating energy of the party. I followed Hao outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth and intensity of the party.

Once we were alone, the atmosphere thickened with unspoken emotions. Hao's gaze bore into mine, and with a tinge of anger, he demanded, "Who was that guy, (Y/n)?"

I took a deep breath, the weight of the past and the present converging in that moment. "His name is Jiwoong. We met here at university. He's a friend," I explained, choosing my words carefully.

Hao's expression shifted between frustration and confusion. "A friend? That didn't look like just friendship back there," he remarked, his voice tinged with an edge of bitterness.

"We're just friends," I insisted, feeling the need to defend the newfound connection with Jiwoong.

Hao's gaze softened, and a hint of hurt crossed his features. "I didn't expect to see you with someone else, especially like that," he admitted, his vulnerability breaking through the façade of anger.

The complexity of emotions hung in the air as we navigated the delicate dance of addressing the unspoken history between us. The reunion outside the party became a confrontation of feelings, a moment where the past and the present collided in a tangled web of unresolved emotions.

The anger surged through me, an intense wave that broke the surface of composed emotions. "Maybe I wouldn't be here with someone else if you had given us a chance, or done something, months, even years ago!" The words burst forth from my lips, carrying the weight of pent-up frustration and unspoken feelings.

Hao's eyes widened momentarily, as if taken aback by the force of my words. Then, a mix of emotions flickered across his face – surprise, guilt, and a touch of defensiveness. "What are you talking about, (Y/n)? We were friends," he responded, his tone tinged with a hint of confusion.

I took a step closer, my frustration refusing to be contained. "Friends? Is that all you ever wanted us to be, Hao?" I shot back, my voice sharp with the sting of disappointment. "You never made a move?, never showed any sign that you wanted more? Hao, you constantly kept leaning in, saying loving things, touches that seemed like more than something you would give to just a friend,"

Hao's brows furrowed, and a subtle tension hung in the air as we faced each other in the dimly lit space outside the party. "I... I didn't want to ruin our friendship," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the ground.

"Ruin our friendship? Do you know how much it hurt, watching you send me mixed signals, never knowing where I stood with you?" I continued, my frustration fueling the words that poured out. "I waited, Hao. I waited for a sign, for anything, but it never came."

He looked up, and the vulnerability in his eyes momentarily softened the edges of my anger. "I didn't realize you felt that way," he confessed, a touch of regret in his voice.

"Of course you didn't. Because the two times I asked you if we were more than friends, wasn't clear enough?" I retorted, the bitterness of unspoken words hanging heavily between us. "Now, seeing you upset because I'm with someone else – it's too little, too late."

Hao's expression hardened, a mix of frustration and realization. "So, what? You've moved on just like that?" he questioned, the hurt evident in his eyes.

"I had to," I replied, my voice quieter but no less resolute. "I can't keep waiting for something that might never happen."

The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of unspoken regrets, a poignant reminder of the complexities that had driven a wedge between us. As the argument lingered in the night air, the echoes of our words carried the unresolved emotions that had defined our relationship, leaving us standing in the shadows of what could have been.

The heaviness of the argument lingered, settling like an unwelcome weight on my shoulders. In the midst of the tension, I found a moment of clarity, and the words spilled out, each one laden with the pain of unspoken truths.

"I silently begged for you to love me," I admitted, my voice a fragile whisper in the night. "I wanted it so badly, Hao, yet I knew deep down that it could never happen. You made that clear. But I stayed, and I tried because I loved you, and you gave me hope, even though you hurt me each time."

Hao's eyes, a mix of regret and realization, met mine. The vulnerability that flickered in his gaze didn't erase the years of heartache, but it spoke to a shared history that neither of us could escape.

"Now that I'm finally happy, when I finally found someone who makes me smile and who likes me back, you suddenly want me?" I continued, my frustration and disbelief underscoring each word. "I can't keep living in the shadows of what could have been, Hao. I deserve to be happy, too."

He took a step forward, a plea in his eyes. "I didn't realize how much you meant to me until now," he confessed, his voice tinged with remorse.

I shook my head, tears threatening to spill. "You had your chance, Hao. I can't keep holding on to what might be. Jiwoong... he makes me happy. He sees me, he wants to be with me, and he doesn't keep me hanging in uncertainty. For once, I'm not living in the shadow of someone,"

Hao's expression shifted, a mixture of understanding and regret. "I messed up, (Y/n). I should have been more honest, more open about my feelings. But it's not too late, is it?"

I took a step back, the space between us filled with the weight of the past and the present. "It's too late for us, Hao. I can't go back to the pain and uncertainty. I've moved on, and I need to see where this new path takes me."

As I turned away, the echoes of our shared history lingered in the air, a poignant reminder of the choices that had shaped our journey. The tears that had been held back finally escaped, a mix of sorrow for what could have been and relief for the possibility of a new beginning.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I met Jiwoong's gaze. His eyes reflected concern, and then anger as he directed his attention toward Hao. Jiwoong wasted no time, sensing my vulnerability. Without a word, he removed his jacket and gently draped it over my shoulders, his protective gesture providing both warmth and comfort.

As the jacket enveloped my frame, I became acutely aware of the chill in the night air. The contrast between the cold reality of the situation and the warmth offered by Jiwoong's gesture highlighted the emotional tumult I was experiencing.

Hao, standing a few steps away, observed the exchange with a mix of regret and realization. The tension between the three of us lingered in the air, a tangible force that underscored the complexities of the moment.

Jiwoong, still wearing the anger on his face, spoke in a calm yet firm tone. "I think it's best if we go back inside," he suggested, his gaze never leaving Hao. With a protective arm around me, Jiwoong led the way, leaving the unresolved emotions of the confrontation behind us.

The jacket draped over my shoulders, a physical manifestation of Jiwoong's care, brought a soothing sense of reassurance. The warmth of the fabric, combined with Jiwoong's steady presence, provided a shield against the emotional storm that had unfolded outside.

As we returned to the party, the night continued, but the encounter with Hao lingered in the background. The jacket served as a tangible reminder of the protective embrace I had found in Jiwoong, and as we navigated through the pulsating music and laughter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the newfound warmth that had entered my life.

Jiwoong led me into a quiet corner, concern etched across his face. "Do you want to talk about what happened out there?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.

I took a deep breath, the weight of the recent encounter with Zhang Hao lingering in the air. "Yeah, I think I should," I replied, appreciating Jiwoong's willingness to navigate the complexities of the moment.

As we found a secluded spot away from the pulsating rhythm of the party, Jiwoong's eyes met mine, awaiting an explanation. "Who is Zhang Hao?" he inquired gently.

I hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up. "He's someone from my past, Jiwoong. We were friends, but it was complicated. I had feelings for him, and it never really went anywhere. Tonight was unexpected, and I just needed to confront some unresolved emotions," I explained, my voice carrying the weight of the unspoken history.

Jiwoong listened attentively, his expression understanding. "I appreciate you sharing that with me. You don't have to face these things alone," he reassured, his hand reaching for mine.

As his fingers intertwined with mine, I felt a sense of comfort. The honesty between us became a bridge, connecting the past with the present. The quiet corner, once filled with uncertainty, transformed into a space where two people navigated the complexities of their histories, laying the foundation for a shared narrative yet to unfold.

In the quiet corner, as Jiwoong's understanding gaze held mine, he leaned in once more. His hand cradled my cheek, a gentle touch that felt like a reassurance in the midst of emotional echoes. Our lips met again in a soft, lingering kiss, a shared moment that spoke of comfort and connection.

I kissed him back, the warmth of the embrace dissipating the residual tension from the earlier encounter. In that simple exchange of affection, the unspoken promises of a new beginning emerged, overshadowing the shadows of the past. The quiet corner became a sanctuary where two hearts, entwined in the dance of shared emotions, found solace in the language of a kiss.

As our lips parted, a subtle blush painted my cheeks. Jiwoong, with a playful glint in his eyes, smiled at me. "Guess I needed that second kiss I didn't get earlier," he remarked, his tone light and teasing.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful comment, the tension from earlier dissipating further. Jiwoong's easygoing nature and sense of humor added a layer of comfort to the moment, turning what could have been an emotionally charged night into a shared experience filled with laughter and newfound connections.

Feeling a sense of vulnerability, I knew I needed clarity about where Jiwoong stood in this evolving connection. The fear of uncertainty, born from past experiences, gnawed at the edges of my emotions. Sensing my unease, Jiwoong looked into my eyes with a reassuring understanding.

"You're not alone in this, (Y/n)," he said, his voice carrying a genuine sincerity. "I don't want you to feel like you're in the dark about us."

Relief washed over me at his words, and before I could articulate my concerns, Jiwoong easily erased the lingering fear. With a soft smile, he took my hand in his and said, "How about we make this official? Will you be my girlfriend?"

His simple yet heartfelt question dissolved the lingering uncertainties, replacing them with a warmth that blossomed in my chest. I met his gaze, and with a smile of my own, I nodded. "Yes, Jiwoong. I would love that." The weight of the past began to lift, and in that moment, a new chapter unfolded, marked by shared laughter, understanding, and the promise of a connection that held the potential to rewrite the narrative of my heart.

Later in the night, as the party's lively atmosphere began to wind down, (Y/n) and Jiwoong, the new couple that had emerged from the emotional whirlwind, prepared to leave. Amidst the fading music and the soft glow of fairy lights, Zhang Hao found Jiwoong standing alone, a somber expression on his face.

Approaching with a heavy heart, Hao took a moment before speaking, "Take care of (Y/n), Jiwoong." His words carried a weight of unspoken regret and acceptance, acknowledging the changing dynamics of the night.

Jiwoong, unfazed by the gravity of the moment, responded with a smug confidence that echoed through the dimly lit space. "I already am."

The words hung in the air, a subtle yet impactful exchange that marked a shift in the narrative. It turned out that Zhang Hao was the side character in (Y/n)'s story, and not the other way around. The realization settled over Hao with a quiet poignancy, as he watched (Y/n) and Jiwoong make their way toward the exit, their intertwined fingers reflecting a newfound connection that had taken center stage in (Y/n)'s journey.

As the door closed behind them, Zhang Hao remained in the fading echoes of the party, a character whose significance had been redefined. The narrative had evolved, and in the quiet aftermath, he stood as a silhouette in the background, a part of (Y/n)'s past but no longer a defining chapter in her story.

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All is Fair in Love & War

Yoon Jongwoo x afab! reader

Non-idol au

Warnings: Insulting remarks, partying, sexual innuendo (nothing too explicit), alcohol, I think that's it, let me know if I've missed anything.

Wordcount ≈ 4.9k

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Third Person POV

Yoon Jongwoo, the charismatic dancer, was used to being in the spotlight. His well-chiseled physique and captivating dance moves made him the heartthrob of the university. He lived for the applause, the energy of the dance club, and the gym's intensity. Academics, however, were a distant thought.

On the other side of campus, (Y/n) was the epitome of dedication. Her world revolved around textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the pursuit of academic excellence. The little free time she had was reserved for occasional partying with her friends Jay and Kamden.

Two weeks before the midterms, Jay and Kamden managed to convince (Y/n) to attend a party, promising her a much-needed break. The pulsating music and vibrant atmosphere starkly contrasted with her usual study routine.

In the midst of the crowd, Jongwoo's eyes were drawn to (Y/n) like a moth to a flame. He felt an irresistible pull towards her, something beyond the ordinary. The powerful dancer approached her, his presence commanding attention.

"Care for a dance?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of confidence.

(Y/n), aware of Jongwoo's reputation, hesitated but decided to go along. As they danced, the rhythm of the music seemed to synchronize with the beating of their hearts. The atmosphere grew increasingly sensual, and the world around them faded away.

In that moment, a magnetic connection formed between the diligent scholar and the charismatic dancer. The music echoed their emotions, and before they knew it, their lips met in a passionate kiss on the dance floor.

The chemistry between them was undeniable, and the dance continued, each move expressing the unspoken desires that had awakened within them. As the night unfolded, Jongwoo took (Y/n) by the hand and led her upstairs to a more private space.

In that secluded room, away from the pulsating beats of the music, they discovered a different rhythm — the cadence of their hearts intertwining. Jongwoo, known for his powerful dance moves, found himself enchanted by the gracefulness of (Y/n)'s steps.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room that was once filled with the rhythm of passion. As the night's intoxication faded, (Y/n) stirred awake, her eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. Reality hit her like a wave, and she glanced at the clock, feeling a pang of anxiety.

"I need to go," she muttered to herself, hurriedly collecting her scattered belongings. The room, which had been a sanctuary of shared moments just hours ago, now felt like a maze of regret. Her thoughts raced as she slipped out of the room, leaving behind a whisper of the night's secrets.

Jongwoo, however, woke up to a different scene. The room, once filled with the echoes of shared laughter and intimate whispers, was now eerily silent. He blinked, trying to shake off the drowsiness, but a lingering sense of emptiness settled in. His gaze wandered around the room, realizing he was alone for the first time in a while.

Confusion etched across his face, Jongwoo sat up, scanning the room for any sign of (Y/n). The disheveled sheets and the faint scent of her perfume were the only remnants of their shared night. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions – a cocktail of longing and curiosity.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) rushed to meet Kamden, her mind still clouded by the events of the night before. She found solace in the familiar surroundings of the library, burying herself in textbooks and notes. The encounter with Jongwoo lingered in the back of her mind, an uncharted territory she wasn't sure how to navigate.

As Jongwoo slowly pieced together the events of the night, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered. The heartthrob, who was accustomed to being the center of attention, was left in a room that echoed with the absence of the one person who had briefly shared his world.

Little did they know, the night's events had set in motion a series of changes that would draw them back together, forcing both Jongwoo and (Y/n) to confront not only their own desires but also the unexpected connection that had formed between them. The echoes of that night would continue to reverberate in their lives, intertwining their destinies in ways they never anticipated.

Weeks passed, and midterms approached with relentless speed. (Y/n) buried herself in her studies, the memory of the night with Jongwoo pushed to the recesses of her mind. For her, success in academics was the priority, and the whirlwind of university life demanded her complete focus.

Jongwoo, however, couldn't shake off the bitter taste left by (Y/n)'s abrupt departure. As the days unfolded, his initial infatuation transformed into frustration. The charismatic dancer, accustomed to being in control of his emotions, found himself bewildered by the intensity of his feelings.

"No one should just walks away like that," he muttered to himself, his usual confidence replaced by a simmering discontent. The more he dwelled on the night they shared, the more his emotions spiraled into a dark abyss.

Witnessing (Y/n) engrossed in her studies only fueled Jongwoo's resentment. He couldn't understand why she seemed to have forgotten their night together. The very thought of her triggered a storm of conflicting emotions within him – desire interwoven with disdain.

His attempts to distance himself from the memory of (Y/n) proved futile. Every glimpse of her on campus, every mention of her name, reignited the flickering flame of frustration within him. The heartthrob dancer, known for his charm and magnetic personality, found himself ensnared in a web of emotions he couldn't escape.

One day, as midterms loomed closer, their paths crossed again. Jongwoo, unable to contain his pent-up emotions, confronted (Y/n) with an intensity that surprised even himself. The disdain in his eyes was palpable, a stark contrast to the once-sensual dance they shared.

"What was that night to you?" he demanded, his tone cutting through the air. The question hung between them, laden with unspoken emotions and unresolved tension. The encounter, which began as a fleeting dance in the dimly lit room, now stood as a symbol of unspoken grievances and shattered expectations.

Jongwoo's confrontational words hung in the air, creating a tension that (Y/n) was ill-prepared to handle. Her mind was already consumed by the looming midterms, and the stress of the encounter only added to her overwhelming burden.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, her voice strained. With a fleeting glance, she attempted to dismiss the confrontation and hurriedly turned away, attempting to walk past Jongwoo.

His frustration reached a boiling point as he watched (Y/n) pretend ignorance. In a fit of anger and hurt pride, Jongwoo grabbed a nearby bottle of water, the cool liquid sloshing within. Without a second thought, he poured it over (Y/n), the shock of the cold water interrupting her hurried escape.

"Maybe this will jog your memory," he sneered, the apology laced with sarcasm. Jongwoo's eyes bore into hers, a mixture of hurt and anger reflecting in his gaze. The atmosphere around them seemed to freeze for a moment as the realization of what just happened settled in.

(Y/n), now drenched and flustered, clenched her fists, the pressure of her exams and Jongwoo's unexpected actions pushing her to the edge. Kamden, who had been waiting nearby, witnessed the scene unfold with a mixture of surprise and concern.

Jongwoo, satisfied with his impulsive act, turned on his heel and walked away, leaving (Y/n) standing there, wet and disoriented. The encounter had taken an unexpected turn, leaving both parties with emotions they weren't prepared to handle.

Kamden approached (Y/n) with a concerned expression. "Are you okay? What was that about?"

She shook her head, attempting to shake off the shock. "I don't even know," she muttered, a mix of frustration and confusion in her voice. The incident lingered in the back of her mind as she tried to refocus on the upcoming exams, but the unexpected encounter with Jongwoo left a mark on her, creating a distraction she couldn't easily shake off.

The aftermath of Jongwoo's impulsive act lingered in (Y/n)'s mind like a persistent storm. The shock and humiliation from that encounter haunted her, overshadowing her usually sharp focus during the midterms. As the results came in, she couldn't help but notice the impact on her grades.

Her performance, by any standards, wasn't terrible, but it fell below the standard she had set for herself. The subtle marks of distraction and stress were etched across her exam papers, a stark departure from her usual excellence. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jongwoo's actions had thrown her off course.

Fueled by frustration and resentment, (Y/n) blamed him for the disruption in her academic rhythm. The pledge to steer clear of Jongwoo solidified in her mind, convinced that avoiding the conceited dancer was the key to reclaiming her focus and peace of mind.

"I don't need someone like him in my life," she vowed to herself, burying the lingering hurt beneath a facade of determination. The once-charismatic dancer had transformed in her eyes into an arrogant and rude figure, and she wanted nothing more than to distance herself from him.

As the university continued its routine, Jongwoo remained oblivious to the impact of his actions on (Y/n). His own pride and frustration blinded him to the collateral damage caused by his impulsive behavior. Meanwhile, (Y/n) withdrew into a shell, channeling her hurt into a renewed commitment to her studies.

A few weeks later, (Y/n) was asked to show a new student around the campus, a request she couldn’t turn down as it came from her favorite teacher and she was promised some extra credit too. 

As (Y/n) guided Seongmin through the bustling campus, their laughter echoed through the hallways. The new student found comfort in her friendly demeanor, and she reveled in the opportunity to share her love for the university. However, as they approached the gym hall, the atmosphere took an unexpected turn.

The rhythmic beats of music spilled out from the gym, announcing the presence of the dance club. Seongmin's eyes lit up with excitement as he expressed his interest in joining. (Y/n), despite the lingering discomfort from the previous encounter with Jongwoo, felt obligated to introduce Seongmin to the dance club's leader.

Approaching the group, (Y/n) hesitated for a moment before clearing her throat. "Hey, everyone! This is Seongmin, a new student who's interested in joining the dance crew. And this is Jongwoo, the leader."

Jongwoo glanced at Seongmin with a scrutinizing look, then shifted his gaze to (Y/n). A sly grin formed on his face as he remarked, "Well, well, (Y/n). Looks like you're not just leading people on anymore but leading them around. Maybe you've found a new hobby."

The cutting remark caught (Y/n) off guard, and she felt a surge of frustration rising within her. However, determined not to let Jongwoo's comments affect her, she met his gaze with unwavering resolve.

"I'm just helping out, Jongwoo. It's not a crime," she retorted, her tone laced with defiance. "Seongmin here is genuinely interested in joining. Can you blame him for having good taste?"

Seongmin, caught in the crossfire, nervously chuckled, sensing the tension between (Y/n) and Jongwoo. The other members of the dance crew exchanged glances, unsure how to react to the sudden clash.

Jongwoo, unfazed by (Y/n)'s comeback, maintained his arrogant demeanor. "We'll see if he's good enough to keep up," he sneered, casting a dismissive glance at Seongmin before turning away.

(Y/n), suppressing the frustration bubbling within her, shot one last defiant look at Jongwoo before turning her attention back to Seongmin. "Don't worry, Seongmin. Just ignore him. Let's get you started with the crew, and you'll show them what you've got."

As the new student joined the dance crew, the dynamic within the group shifted. The clash between Jongwoo and (Y/n) set the stage for a tension that would linger, affecting not only the dance club but also the interconnected lives of those involved. The rhythmic beats of the music continued, masking the underlying discord that simmered beneath the surface.

Seated at their usual lunch spot, (Y/n), Jay, and Kamden enjoyed a brief respite from the demands of university life. However, the encounter with Jongwoo weighed heavily on (Y/n)'s mind, and she couldn't help but vent her frustrations to her friends.

"He's insufferable, I swear," (Y/n) grumbled, poking at her food. "First that night, and now he's acting all high and mighty in front of the new guy. I can't stand him."

Jay, ever the loyal friend, nodded in agreement. "He's always been like that, (Y/n). Don't let him get to you. You're better than that."

Kamden, recalling the incident with the water, chimed in with a scowl. "I don't like the guy either. Pouring water over someone is just a douche move. And now he's giving Seongmin a hard time? Not cool."

(Y/n) appreciated the support from her friends, and together, they dissected the intricacies of Jongwoo's behavior. Jay, though he hadn't witnessed the specific interactions, sided with (Y/n) without hesitation. Kamden, on the other hand, had seen enough to form a strong opinion against the charismatic dancer.

The conversation drifted towards plans for the upcoming weekend, a welcome distraction from the tension that Jongwoo had injected into their lives. Yet, the lingering discomfort remained, a reminder that the clash with the dance club leader had left an indelible mark on (Y/n)'s university experience.

With Jay's infectious enthusiasm, the gloomy clouds of tension that surrounded the trio seemed to dissipate, if only momentarily. The promise of a big party on Friday lit up Jay's eyes as he shared the news.

"Guys, you won't believe it! We've got invites to the biggest party this Friday! It's going to be epic, and everyone's going to be there," Jay exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.

Kamden, still harboring reservations about the social scene, hesitated. "I don't know, Jay. Right now, I’d rather just watch a movie at home and chill with you guys."

Jay, ever the persuasive friend, countered, "Come on, Kamden! It's just what we need to unwind and forget about all the drama. (Y/n), you're in, right?"

(Y/n), caught between the desire to let loose and the lingering distrust of her judgment at parties, contemplated for a moment. Finally, she sighed and agreed, "Fine, but under one condition. You guys don't leave my side. I don't trust myself at these things anymore, especially after the last time." 

Jay chuckled, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Deal! We'll be your loyal sidekicks, and nothing crazy is going to happen, I promise. So, Kam, you have to come, our (Y/n) needs us," Kamden pushed Jay’s shoulder, laughing at his friend before he agreed to go. 

With the party plans in motion, the trio's focus shifted towards the anticipation of Friday night. As the week progressed, the promise of a carefree evening provided a welcome distraction from the challenges they faced.

The pulsating beats of the music reverberated through the crowded house as (Y/n), Jay, and Kamden navigated through the sea of people. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, laughter, and the unmistakable energy of a lively party.

Kamden, true to his promise, stuck close to (Y/n)'s side. He felt a sense of responsibility to ensure she had a good time while keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings. As the trio made their way further into the chaos, Kamden couldn't help but marvel at the vivacity of the scene.

Jay, the social butterfly that he was, flitted around the party, greeting friends and acquaintances with infectious enthusiasm. However, he always found his way back to Kamden and (Y/n), seamlessly blending into their dynamic.

As the night unfolded, the trio danced and laughed, momentarily forgetting the challenges and tensions of university life. The music created a rhythmic atmosphere, and (Y/n) found herself letting loose on the dance floor, her worries momentarily cast aside.

The music pulsed through the crowded room, and (Y/n) found herself lost in the rhythm of the night, dancing with Kamden. He moved with surprising grace, his steps syncing seamlessly with hers. As they twirled and swayed, (Y/n) couldn't help but appreciate the stark contrast between Kamden's sweet demeanor and Jongwoo's lingering arrogance.

Kamden, with his kind eyes and genuine smile, provided a welcome respite from the complexities of university life. In the throes of the dance, he seemed to understand (Y/n)'s need for escapism, offering her a moment of joy in the midst of the chaotic party.

On the other side of the room, Jongwoo observed (Y/n) from a distance, his eyes fixed on the girl he couldn't forget. As he watched her laugh and dance with Kamden, a tinge of jealousy crept into his thoughts. He hated the way she had left him, the way she seemed to move on effortlessly.

A part of him longed to be the one dancing with her, holding her close, and feeling the warmth of her presence. The memory of their shared night haunted him, and in that moment, he wished for a chance to rewind time and reclaim the connection that slipped through his fingers.

Jongwoo, torn between pride and desire, found himself unable to look away. The contrast between (Y/n) and Kamden highlighted the choices he had made and the consequences he now faced. 

Jongwoo, emboldened by the effects of alcohol, stumbled through the crowd to approach (Y/n). The pulsating beats of the music drowned out the growing tension as he grabbed her arm, insisting they needed to talk. (Y/n), fueled by a mix of anger and frustration, glared at him, her patience worn thin.

"What the fuck? No, Jongwoo. I don't want to talk," she retorted, attempting to pull away from his grip. When he persisted, she remembered the cup in her hand, mirroring the act he had inflicted on her weeks ago. With a swift motion, she poured the contents over his head, her expression unyielding.

Turning on her heel, (Y/n) walked away, leaving Jongwoo drenched and bewildered in the midst of the party. She found Kamden nearby, and without a word, she grabbed his hand, seeking solace in the comfort of a friend. Kamden didn’t question her, sensing that something was wrong. The two made their way through the crowd, determined to find Jay and head home.

As they located Jay, (Y/n) grabbed his hand with her free one, now leading both friends with her to leave the party. Once outside in the quiet cold night, she explained the confrontation with Jongwoo, her frustration evident in her words. Jay, ever supportive, nodded understandingly. Kamden clenched his fists, he shouldn’t have left her alone to say hello to his friend. 

Outside, in the cool night air, (Y/n) felt a mix of emotions. Anger, disappointment, but also a sense of empowerment. She had stood her ground, refusing to be a victim of Jongwoo's actions. 

(Y/n) and Jongwoo's encounters in the hallways of the university became tense and charged with unspoken animosity. The once-charismatic dancer and the diligent student now shared nothing but disdain in their glances. Each time their eyes locked, it felt like an unspoken challenge, a clash of conflicting emotions that reverberated through the narrow corridors.

One day, their paths collided near the entrance of the library. (Y/n), with a determined stride, held her gaze steady as she walked, making it clear she wouldn't yield to Jongwoo's presence. He, too, refused to back down, a simmering anger in his eyes.

"You really know how to ruin a good party, don't you?" Jongwoo sneered, his voice carrying a tone of bitter sarcasm.

(Y/n) shot back with a cutting remark, "Well, some people don't need help with that, do they? Pouring water over someone just because you can't get your way. Real mature, Jongwoo."

Their exchange of insults continued, the words laced with the residual bitterness of their past interactions. Onlookers couldn't help but feel the palpable tension in the air. The hallways, once a neutral space for students to traverse, became a battleground for the silent war between (Y/n) and Jongwoo.

As weeks passed, the glares and insults persisted, creating a toxic atmosphere whenever their paths crossed. Friends who witnessed these interactions couldn't help but feel the awkwardness in the air, unsure of how to navigate the rift between the two.

The university corridors, once filled with the hum of conversation and the shuffle of footsteps, now held the lingering echoes of a clash that seemed to have no resolution. 

Seongmin approached Jongwoo during a break at dance practice, his curiosity piqued by the tension he sensed between Jongwoo and (Y/n). Choosing his words carefully, Seongmin broached the subject, hoping to unravel the mystery behind the animosity.

"Hey, Jongwoo. I couldn't help but notice there's some tension between you and (Y/n)," Seongmin remarked, taking a seat beside him. "I mean, you both seem like cool people. Is there something I'm missing?"

Jongwoo sighed, running a hand through his hair, a conflicted expression on his face. "It's complicated, Seongmin. We used to... have a thing, I guess. But it didn't end well, and now there's just this weird tension between us."

Seongmin, with genuine curiosity, probed further. "A thing? What happened?"

Jongwoo hesitated, grappling with the decision to share the details. "We had a night together, and she left without saying anything the next morning. It's like she wanted nothing to do with me afterward. It hurt, you know?"

Seongmin nodded, trying to understand the situation from Jongwoo's perspective. "I get that, but people change, right? Maybe it's worth talking to her, clearing the air. She seems like a nice person, and you are too."

Jongwoo pondered Seongmin's words, realizing the truth in them. The complexity of emotions and misunderstandings became apparent, and he considered the possibility of a conversation with (Y/n) to finally address the lingering tension.

"You might be right, Seongmin. But I don’t know," Jongwoo admitted, scratching his neck in shame. 

Seongmin, sensing an openness in Jongwoo, continued to share his perspective, choosing his words carefully to encourage understanding between the two conflicting parties.

"Look, Jongwoo, I've gotten to know both you and (Y/n) a bit. You're both great people, but it seems like you're holding onto this grudge from the past. I get that it hurt when she left, but maybe it's time to let go of that anger. Holding onto it is only making things worse for both of you," Seongmin expressed, his tone gentle but earnest.

Jongwoo listened intently, contemplating Seongmin's words. The realization of the impact their unresolved issues were having on their lives began to dawn on him.

Seongmin continued, "We're all adults here, right? These petty fights and glares in the hallway, they're not helping anyone. Maybe it's time for both of you to grow up a bit. Life's too short for this kind of drama, and you both have so much more to offer."

Jongwoo nodded, appreciating Seongmin's honest perspective. "You might be onto something, Seongmin. It's just hard to let go sometimes."

Seongmin smiled, offering a reassuring pat on Jongwoo's shoulder. "I get it. But holding onto the past won't do you any favors. A conversation might be a good place to start. Who knows, you might find some common ground and put this behind you."

As the conversation unfolded, Seongmin's wisdom resonated with Jongwoo. The realization that it might be time to mature and let go of the past sank in. 

Seongmin, with the support of Jay, orchestrated a plan to bring (Y/n) and Jongwoo together in a small study room. The atmosphere inside the room was charged with tension as Seongmin locked the door behind them, creating a space where they could no longer avoid the need for a conversation.

Jongwoo, sitting nervously in the room, glanced at (Y/n), who wore an expression of surprise and confusion. Jay, aware of the gravity of the situation, stood by the door, ensuring that the conversation wouldn't be easily avoided.

Seongmin took a deep breath, breaking the silence. "Guys, we need to talk. It's clear that there's a lot of unresolved tension between you two, and it's affecting not only your relationship but also the people around you."

(Y/n) crossed her arms defensively, her gaze flickering between Seongmin and Jongwoo. "What is this? Are you trying to play mediator or something?"

Seongmin nodded. "Something like that. Look, I care about both of you, and I hate seeing you guys act like this. It's not healthy, and it's affecting the whole dance crew and our friends."

Jongwoo sighed, feeling the weight of Seongmin's words. "He's right. We can't keep avoiding this."

(Y/n) shot a glare at Jongwoo, her frustration evident. "Avoiding what exactly? He's the one who poured water over me, to begin with!"

Jongwoo winced at the reminder, realizing the gravity of his actions. "I messed up, (Y/n), and I'm sorry. But there's more to it, and we need to talk about everything."

Seongmin encouraged them to open up, his gaze moving between the two. "Let's air out everything. You both have your sides of the story, and it's time to find common ground. Maybe you'll realize you're not that different after all."

Seongmin and Jay positioned themselves outside the locked room, serving as the reluctant guardians of the crucial conversation happening within. (Y/n) and Jongwoo faced each other, the tension palpable as they embarked on a journey into their shared past.

Jongwoo, his voice softening, asked, "Do you even remember the party we met at?"

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, trying to recall. "I've been to a lot of parties, Jongwoo. I can't keep track of all of them."

Jongwoo's eyes bore into hers as he leaned in slightly. "Maybe this will help you remember," he murmured, capturing her lips with a gentle kiss.

For a moment, (Y/n) resisted, her mind resisting the intrusion of the past. But as their lips met, a rush of memories flooded back. The taste of the night they shared, the pulsating music, and the feeling of warmth enveloping them on the dance floor.

She pulled away, her eyes wide with realization. "That night..."

Jongwoo nodded, his gaze searching hers. "Why did you leave without saying anything the next morning?"

(Y/n), a hint of regret in her eyes, explained, "I had midterms coming up, and I needed to study. It wasn't personal, Jongwoo. I didn't think it would turn into all of this."

Jongwoo sighed, a mix of frustration and understanding in his expression. "I thought you just wanted nothing to do with me. It hurt, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) looked away, guilt creeping into her features. "I never meant to hurt you, Jongwoo. It was a mistake, and I should've handled it better."

Jongwoo, his initial anger giving way to a more vulnerable side, admitted, "Maybe I overreacted. Pouring water over you in the hallway was immature. I just... I felt abandoned and hurt because, well, I really like you." 

They continued to unravel the complexities of that night, sharing their perspectives, regrets, and the lingering emotions that had fueled their animosity. The locked room became a confessional, a space where truths were laid bare, and misunderstandings began to crumble.

As the weight of their past grievances lifted through the honest conversation, Jongwoo and (Y/n) found themselves at a crossroads. The air in the small study room had shifted, leaving room for a newfound understanding and a glimmer of hope.

Jongwoo, his vulnerability laid bare, hesitated before speaking. "Would you maybe want to go on a real date, (Y/n)? Explore if there's something more between us?"

(Y/n), contemplating the evolution of their conversation and the potential for a fresh start, met Jongwoo's gaze. The walls of animosity had crumbled, and in their place, the possibility of something new lingered.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of (Y/n)'s lips as she nodded. "I think I'd like that, Jongwoo. A fresh start, a real date. Let's see where it takes us."

Jongwoo, relief washing over him, mirrored her smile. "I'd like that too, (Y/n)."

With a mutual understanding and the promise of a new beginning, the two emerged from the study room, leaving behind the locked door that had served as a threshold for their reconciliation. Seongmin and Jay, the unwitting architects of this moment, exchanged approving glances as they stepped aside, allowing Jongwoo and (Y/n) to navigate the uncharted territory that lay ahead.

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Young Love

Park Gunwook x afab! reader

Warnings: None I think, 

Wordcount ≈ 423

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Third Person POV

Gunwook, the epitome of success at school, found himself caught in the gentle whirlwind of emotions stirred by (Y/n). Every lunchtime, he discreetly observed her from a distance, captivated by the effortless grace with which she navigated through conversations with her friends Matthew and Taerae.

Gyuvin and Ricky, Gunwook's closest confidants, couldn't help but notice the change in their usually composed friend. They chuckled and nudged each other as they watched Gunwook's gaze follow (Y/n) like a moth drawn to a flame.

One day, as Gunwook gathered the courage to confess, he invited (Y/n) to the school garden, a serene hideaway he often used for contemplation. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers as Gunwook nervously approached her.

"(Y/n)," he began, his usually silver tongue momentarily faltering. "I've admired you from afar, and these feelings have grown into something more. I find myself looking forward to each moment we spend together. Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

(Y/n) looked at Gunwook with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She appreciated his honesty and vulnerability, a side of him hidden beneath the layers of success. Gyuvin and Ricky, peeking from behind a tree, exchanged excited glances.

"I've noticed you watching me during lunch," (Y/n) teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I never thought the school's heartthrob would have feelings for someone like me."

Gunwook blushed, a rare sight for the confident young man. "You're not just 'someone,' (Y/n). You're someone who makes me forget about being the president, the debater, or the 'hottest guy' in school. You make me feel like... just me."

(Y/n) smiled at his sincerity. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Gunwook."

As they walked through the school garden, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Gunwook shared stories of his life beyond the titles and achievements, and (Y/n) reciprocated with tales of her passions and dreams. The laughter that echoed through the garden felt like a sweet melody, a tune that resonated with the harmony of two hearts finding each other.

Gyuvin and Ricky, still hidden behind the tree, exchanged satisfied nods. Their friend had embarked on a journey that transcended the boundaries of success, discovering the genuine happiness that comes from being true to oneself and sharing that authenticity with someone special.

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Chapter 10

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: Crying, mentions of some members acting violent (in response to (Y/n)’s past), mentions of scars, some anxiety, eating/food, sleep problems, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything. 

Wordcount ≈ 2.2k

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(Y/n) closed her eyes, fully trusting Jeongin, just as she would with any of the eight boys she now called her home. Jeonging couldn’t help but smile as he too closed his eyes. 

(Y/n)’s POV

I closed my eyes and leaned in, I wasn’t too sure what to do, but that didn’t matter. I knew I wanted this and I felt safe. Soon I felt Jeongin’s soft lips, gently press against mine. An electric feeling spread through my body. It washed away any anxiety that I felt, leaving me with only curiosity and love. Jeongin gently ran a hand through my hair as he put just a little more pressure into the kiss, I tried responding by leaning my head a little to the side, something I had seen in a movie. I felt Jeongin smiling into the kiss, it made me relax even more. His scent was intense yet calming, so much contact with his warm skin, the feeling of his hand gently running through my hair, soothing me. I never wanted this moment to end. All too soon, he broke the kiss by leaning back. A bright smile and sparkling eyes greeted my gaze as I opened my eyes. 

“Wow, your lips are so soft,” He whispered, but I heard him loud as day. “It was nice,” I whispered back. He kissed me on my forehead before he stood up, giving me a hand to help me stand as well. “You should get in the water before it gets cold, I’ll head out to the others, and we’ll see each other soon again, okay?” “Yeah, that sounds okay,” “Just call for me or anyone if you need us,” “Thank you,” Jeongin left me alone as I undressed and got into the warm water. The bath salt scent was strong, it felt like being embraced by the ocean and a summer breeze. I relaxed in the water, breathing calmly as I felt better after sharing some of my past with Hyunjin. I knew he was telling the others about what I told him, it weirdly felt nice to know that I didn’t have to share it on my own, telling it once was hard enough. 

Third Person POV

Once Jeongin came back to the living room, Hyunjin began telling him, Minho, and Felix about (Y/n)’s past, or the part she had shared with him. Felix began crying at the thought of the sweet bunny being put through such trauma. Minho felt angry, he wanted to find the people who hurt (Y/n) and make sure they couldn’t do it again, once he calmed down a little, he felt almost a little happy, happy that he found her and took her home. Here she would be able to live happily, in a home filled with love. With their family. Jeongin understood why (Y/n) had asked him to stay, not wanting to be alone, he wanted to run back to the bathroom and hold her, telling her she would never be alone again. 

“We’re going to have to tell the others too, do you think you’re up for it, Jinnie?” Minho asked, concerned that it would be too much for the younger. “I think I can do it as long as I’m not alone,” “We’ll be here with you, someone will have to hold back Chan-hyung and Binnie, they’re going to go berserk when they find out,” Minho said, half-joking as an attempt to make Felix laugh instead of cry, though he knew that it was true. Bang Chan and Changbin would not take this well, if Minho thought he felt angry it wasn’t anything compared to those two. 

“Hey, you okay, Lixie?” Hyunjin asked as he moved closer to the crying boy. “Yeah, I just hate thinking of our sweet bunny being in so much pain and being alone. I hate feeling lonely, it’s the worst feeling,” “She’s not alone anymore, she has us. You have us, we have each other. We have all felt lonely but we’re together now so we don’t have to be alone anymore,” Jeongin said, it resembled his talk with (Y/n). Stray Kids was quite a fitting name, all of them having been astray, lonely, and isolated, but now they have one another and together they chase away the hurt and pain of their past. In each other they found a family, they found love, and most of all, they found a home. 

(Y/n) emerged from the bathroom a little while later, Felix and Hyunjin were gaming, Minho was in the kitchen preparing some food, and Jeongin sat on the couch, scrolling through instagram. “Hey,” the hybrid said lowly, Jeongin looked up with a smile. “Hey, feel better now?” “A little, the bath salt was nice,” “What do you want to do now?” “I think I’ll go help Minho out, and get a snack,” Jeongin just smiled and gave her a thumbs up. His eyes scrunched together, making him look so cute, and (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile too. (Y/n) walked over to the kitchen, hearing Minho curse lowly just before she walked in. Finding him glaring angrily at a pot on the stove. “Hey,” (Y/n) had during her time with the boys heard them joking about Minho being scary but she didn’t see it, to her he was someone with a soul so kind that it could not know any hate. He was gentle and sweet, (Y/n) was never cautious around him, perhaps it was because he was the one who found her, the first human who ever cared about her. 

“Oh, hey (Y/n), are you hungry?” “A little, but I also want to help you, with whatever you’re doing,” “Can you help me glare at the pot for ruining the food I was making?” The two chuckled at how Minho blamed an inanimate object for messing up the recipe and not himself. Minho reveled in how comfortable the hybrid was around him, his heart feeling just a little lighter to see her smiling and cheerful after everything. “What did the pot do?” “It burnt the food, so I have to start over,” “I’ll help you,” “Okay, well, just stir this and I’ll make a sandwich for you, okay?” “Yes!” And so the two made some food, this time without burning it. Shortly after they finished with the food, the other guys came home. Happy to find the table set for dinner as they were all starving. The nine of them sat down and ate, Chan and the others telling everyone about the information they received during the meeting and whatnot. 

After dinner, (Y/n) and Felix volunteered to take care of the dishes, so that Hyunjin could tell the others about his and (Y/n)’s conversation. Minho and Jeongin sat down beside the tall dancer, ready to help him explain anything in case he found it too hard to say for a third time. Minho had been correct in thinking that Chan and Changbin would be angry, but he had never thought that Seungmin and Han would react just as strongly in anger toward the hybrid’s past. “Do we have their names? Or anything? We could contact the authorities if we did, even if it is in the past, what they have done isn’t allowed,” Chan said, looking at Hyunjin, hopeful that they had more information on these people. Hyunjin shook his head, “She didn’t tell me any names so if she knows, she didn’t share them with me,” Changbin clenched his jaw and his hands, anger flowing through his body, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “She seemed quite cheerful now though,” “Yeah, she took a bath and just spent some time with us, grounding herself in the safety of our home,” Jeongin answered. 

“Do you think we should buy some scar treatment lotions? Or something to treat her scars, they may be old but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least try to treat them,” Seungmin said, imagining how uncomfortable it must be for her, he also wondered if maybe (Y/n) was ashamed of her scars. “I’m not sure, we’ll have to look into it and maybe bring her to the vet for a check-up, just to see what the vet will say,” Chan answered. “Honestly, I don’t know if she’s ready to see a vet or a doctor, you see how she is around other people, to have someone come so close and touch her, I’m not sure it’s a good idea, not yet,” Minho said, the others agreed with him after hearing his argument. 

“There’s one more thing, or actually two, that happened earlier,” Hyunjin said, everyone directed their attention to him once more, worried about what he would say. “(Y/n) had a panic attack in the elevator, which caused this whole ordeal, and when we got out of the elevator she kind of collapsed on the floor, and when I tried to calm her down, she kind of kissed me,” Everyone except Jeongin was surprised when Hyunjin told them about the kiss, after all, (Y/n) had told him so he already knew. “What? She kissed you, ahh, I’m so jealous,” Han said loudly, whining at the thought. “She kissed me too, or well, rather she asked me to kiss her before she took her bath,” Jeongin said. 

Just then, (Y/n) and Felix came back out from the kitchen, just in time for Felix to hear Jeongin tell the others about their kiss. (Y/n) shyly looked at Felix as he looked down at the bunny in surprise, he gave her a smile before he continued walking. “I’m sorry,” “Why are you apologizing, (Y/n)?” Han questioned. “Because I kissed them, and not all of you,” “Hey, no pressure. You need to take everything at your own pace, we can wait. There is no reason to rush into something,” Seungmin answered, his honey-sweet voice made a warm sensation spread through (Y/n)’s body. “Are you sure?” “Of course, we are, bunny,” Chan said, standing up and walking over to her, he opened his arms, inviting her into a hug, and (Y/n) gladly accepted it. 

For the remainder of the night, everyone did some different things, some were gaming, others like Hyunjin and (Y/n) were painting, some had gone to bed, and some (*cough* 3racha *cough*) were still working. Soon it was time for everyone to try and get some sleep. (Y/n) got ready and changed into cozy pajamas, then she followed Changbin to his room as she would spend the night there. She got into her bed, enjoying the soft feeling of it. Changbin whispered good night as he lay down in his own bed. 

(Y/n) tossed and turned in her bed as the comfort escaped her all too soon. Her body was on full alert, not allowing her to fall asleep. She tried to think of how soft her pajamas were, or how warm the blanket was, yet it didn’t work. (Y/n) then tried to think of the boys, how warm they are, how nice and kind they have been to her. How much she loves them and how much they love her, but not even this could help her relax. After 2 hours of frustration, she sat up, contemplating going to the kitchen and getting a snack. The hybrid was a bit startled to find Changbin sitting up only a second after her, her hybrid senses allowing her to see even in the dark, (Y/n) could clearly see his eyes being open, he was awake. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked in a raspy voice, indicating that he had woken up from his sleep. “Mm,” Was all (Y/n) could answer. “Come here,” The rapper said as he lifted the covers on his bed, inviting her into his bed. While the thought scared her a little, she couldn’t decline the invite as the idea of falling asleep in his safe embrace just seemed too good. (Y/n) stood up and walked over to the bed, lying down beside (Y/n). Changbin gently put his arms around her, guiding her to rest her head on his chest, (Y/n) inhaled his scent, calming her body. (Y/n) focused on the steady beats of his heart and his calm breathing. Changbin fell back asleep almost instantly, (Y/n) stayed awake for a couple of minutes but eventually, thanks to the warmth and the safety of his strong embrace, the dream world welcomed her as she fell into a deep slumber. 

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