#🪔— twin flame

[hwajin]

☆°. — 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : ᴏᴄʜɪsɪᴀ

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hyunjin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐜: 10.1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: big break up (👀), a bit of swearing, unprotected sex, implications of cumming inside, oral (f receiving), painful angst etc etc!! this is a LONG one and i hope you'll like it!! i eat up every bit of feedback!! the next chapter will be the final one so i wanna thank everyone already who has been reading and reblogging this series 🫶🫶

series masterlist | final chapter

You and Hyunjin were friends. The label all but feeling foreign to you now, everything but scary; a few weeks ago it would have been frightening. Holding stable contact with the man wasn’t a hard task if you’d call it one in the first place – not long after the first introductory words and small talk was done, when the basics of a persona had been revealed your conversation had flowed naturally, as though friends for decades. It was as easy talking, texting and calling him as it was when you had first exchanged numbers – when Hyunjin had looked up your number in his system, that is. You enjoyed time when it meant spending it with him, even if you didn’t meet up physically. Hearing his voice over the speaker was calming, often fun – Hyunjin bore a kind of humour that you deemed only came out when he found himself in comfort, not intentionally comedic, simply naturally witty; you never missed a day giggling about whatever with him.

Often it was relaxing. You weren’t always talking when on the phone. Sometimes your words would fade into a comfortable silence and the only sound you’d hear from Hyunjin’s end of the speaker was pencil on paper, or brushes against a glass of water to wash off the previous colours. You’d often ask about his art, whether he was an artist to show it around or one that shied away from the attention towards his pieces; if you could ever catch a glimpse at them. He had argued that, considering it his wanted career, he needed to be brave enough to showcase his work and to accept critique for it – so yes, he’d be ready to show you, if you only asked.

Moments like those, the ones you spent in silence, in a comfortable one that only established itself between good friends and over time, it seemed, felt the most sinful, though disguising as the most innocent. When you weren’t meeting each other physically, and when you barely talked – when in fact, it seemed like you shared the least amount of contact it felt utterly shameful. Because it was intimate. Because it was more than any physical connection could ever build, you thought. Because in moments like those you could be vulnerable, existing in each other’s presence, if only in thought. Allowing yourself for them to wander, allowing sole silence to settle between you. It felt worse than any physical cheating could ever feel.

But then again, it was platonic. You argued it was, internally. You have met once or twice in the store, unintentionally – you had both needed groceries, and had stayed a bit to chat. It had evoked nostalgia, when you’d remembered it was the first place of your meeting. You had talked like friends would when crossing paths without planning to, had laughed and paid at the register together before making your ways home. And yet you had a feeling within that didn’t mimic friendship, that felt somewhat foreign yet strangely and wholly familiar. It was comforting, rather than butterflies that swarmed in the lower pit of your stomach it felt like waves of soft waters, ones you’d lay atop on when visiting a beach. Every conversation with Hyunjin – the physical ones more than the ones when you called, or merely texted – felt like water carrying your body weightlessly; utterly calming, silent, longing. You often tried to ignore it to your best abilities whenever it evoked, but it was not deniable eventually that whatever was developing between the two of you was maybe, just maybe, more than what you’d call a sheer friendship. Because you truly shouldn’t feel as excited, as happy and curious about another man you claimed to be simply acquainted with.

Speaking of, you were everything but keeping Hyunjin a secret from Chan. Despite your situation, dilemma – however you wished to call it, certainly not an easy turn of events, surely – you didn’t have the heart to give up on Chan, not that easily. You had promised to try, and he had too – which all but meant a sudden careless relationship. Arguments occurred, still, ones you didn’t seem to grow out of. Over little things, over bigger things both of you deemed important – Hyunjin was a subject of said disputes, more often than not. You felt guilty, surely, for feeling as content with him as you did. Though you had often argued that you wouldn’t tolerate jealousy from Chan in that matter. You said there wasn’t a reason for Chan to grow protective if you were the very person to admit you and Hyunjin being friends; which in no way was forbidden, Seungmin and you were too, after all; you found it childish thinking of every member of the opposite sex as a potential threat to a relationship, which Chan reluctantly agreed on. You were aware that you weren’t fully honest, not truly, that you were sinning in one way or another – you weren’t cheating, were far from it, and you’d never stoop so low – before anything possibly developed, you’d be the first to break it off with Chan. Yet you weren’t lying when you had promised to try again, to not give up the year long relationship you had been building, had honest intentions in that matter – if anything, you were thoroughly conflicted. Staying with Chan to observe, to see if your bond would reconnect, yet befriending Hyunjin to yet grasp if he was a good match, a better than Chan maybe, altogether; it drained you, internally.

And faster than you could look, four weeks had passed since you had been in the library, since you had lent out the book you were supposed to bring in sooner or later. You had enjoyed reading, had remembered Hyunjin all the while – recalling he had read the book as well, wondering his thoughts on an impactful passage or a nice message you’d read. You enjoyed that you had similar taste – momentarily drawing the comparison that you and Chan could never bond over factors like these, your taste in literature and similar arts fundamentally different. It had never been an obstacle in your relationship, though having another person to enjoy the same things as you did was comforting, you couldn’t lie.

One o’clock on a Monday, and you were excited when you stood before the library, approaching the familiar wooden door. It looked heavy, was heavier when you pulled on it; it opened with a thick creaking, one that dared to disturb the entire quiet of such a silent space. The smell of books filled your senses momentarily, and though the place was utterly clean small particles of dust reflected in the rays of the sun and danced a dance you disturbed by walking right through. Hyunjin was sitting on his assigned desk, as promised working from twelve to six from Monday to Thursday – you had missed his face. You had missed seeing him, had missed observing him during work – not that you have done it often enough to truly miss it, yet excitement filled your body when he caught your eyes and smiled back at you. You’ve seen each other occasionally the last weeks so his smile seemed familiar, warm in nature and showing pearly teeth, and you had missed it. You had missed him. Deeply so – it didn’t scare you.

Eager steps carried you to the man, your shoes clacking softly against the wooden floor and echoed through the tall room of the library. Hyunjin fit into this place like a glove, you though – you could see the appeal it drew to him, could see how someone like him – someone quiet, someone sensitive and life-loving – would enjoy a beauteous, nearly sacred place like this. That he enjoyed typing away on his working computer and listening to the keyboard’s melody as he did, undisturbed and silent room around him, or that he liked grabbing a book or a pencil to kill time while work was slow – it fit him, in the best way it could fit.

“Hey.”

His voice like honey, and you have missed that, too. His voice, you have noticed the first time around, bore soothing fruits that melted on your tongue and got you hooked when you as far as tasted it. Anything about him had such effect, you couldn’t lie, but it was his voice that you learned to enjoy so much over the past weeks. You had missed it, deeply so.

You responded, watched as Hyunjin’s eyes softened at your word, took out the book you had not forget to pack and return. A bit of small talk around it, mutual asking about certain passages, about the ending or the characters and warmth coursed its way through your limbs – it certainly was nice to have someone with similar taste, someone who thought and felt close to the way you did. Chan rarely did, not about literature or arts, anyways.

“Oh, I’d love to see your stuff at some point…”, the conversation had shifted to Hyunjin’s very own art – ever since the party you had wondered what kind of paintings he created, ever since the party Hyunjin had told you you’d be welcome to stop by any time. “…do you like, have studio?”. A shy approach to invite yourself without actually doing so, without seeming pushy, interested instead. Yet you hoped Hyunjin would get the hint.

“Oh, no- not really, I mean. I’ve always wanted an atelier, but I can’t afford it right now…”, a glance up to you, reading your face, wondering if inviting you would be too much at this stage. Risking it anyways. “…I do have a home studio, though. You know, if you want… I’m free in an hour here.”

An exchanged smile, relief from both sides after you agreed and said you’d grab a book to read while waiting for his shift to end. Mutual giddiness bubbling in your chests and you all but could concentrate on whatever novel you picked from the various shelves – in thought already at Hyunjin’s place. You hadn’t expected, hadn’t particularly planned to be invited home to him. Your intentions had been pure, you hadn’t lie when you said you were interested in his art – though you couldn’t lie over the face that being within his own four walls rope a sort of anticipation inside you. Ones home was utterly intimate, felt like a new step to your friendship – a step you should probably be wary to take, one you maybe shouldn’t take altogether. Though you weren’t able to mind it, in all honesty.

Minute by minute went by and an hour felt like an infinity. You’d read barely twenty pages, having to go over paragraphs more often than not in your lack of absorption, until Hyunjin stood before you, finally. Bag thrown over one shoulder, single strands of hair fallen out his ponytail framing his face, soft smile dancing across his lips – he was a sight comforting to look at, and if there’d been any guilt left – about waiting an hour for the man your boyfriend was most jealous of, about visiting said man in his very own home, about taking more interest in his life, his art, his passions than in your boyfriends’ – then it was all gone by now. You didn’t mind anymore, didn’t care. Had decided maybe in that particular moment, with Hyunjin standing before you in all glory, so cautious since aware of your unavailability, yet a promising look in his eyes, one telling to simply choose him, leave your gone love behind and find happiness in a new one, that whatever was left with Chan was long over. Was barely worth fighting for, if not for sheer comfort and habit. That you in fact would stop fighting, for you’d been the only one doing so, after all. That though Hyunjin was yet a land foreign to you, yet to be discovered and explored he was a land of most promising and ripe fruits, of most beauteous nature and sight, of most comfort and secureness.

“You ready?”

___ . ꫂ

Hyunjin had played down the state of his home studio severely — it was as good as an actual atelier would be, to your knowledge anyways. The apartment he shared with his roommates — all gone now, stuck in classes or blowing raspberries at work — bore an extra room too small to be a bedroom and too spacey to work as a simple storage room, and Hyunjin had quickly taken the chance to claim ownership over the space. It’s walls and floor were littered in various combinations of cold and warm colours, stains Hyunjin was likely unable to remove for the overall state of the room was a clean one, despite being the one of an artist – you didn’t know any artists personally, yet had always imagined them to be on the chaotic side. Hyunjin’s studio, stains aside, brought nothing of such – brushes and paint kits stood under a rough system, seemed clean and neat in their position. Yet the studio carried the aura of pure artistry nevertheless — canvases piled up on each other or against the walls, unfinished and breath-taking sketches revealing themselves the longer you laid eyes upon the room, new mystery revealing itself with every closer look you took. There was art everywhere you looked, warm and comforting art you didn’t think you’d ever grow tired upon seeing. Art that made you blush, naked bodies piling upon each other, wondering if Hyunjin ever took live references, art that made you think, canvases filled with so much abstractness, so much variation in colour and texture that it needed you a minute to understand what you were looking at altogether.

You wanted to never leave this place again.

“You made all that?”

Stupid question expectant of stupider answer, though Hyunjin merely chuckled, his cheeks darkening, his fingers fiddling suddenly.

“Yeah... I mean, some of it is like super rough and not really good but... you know, inspiration comes and goes.”

The man gave you a look shy, one you wanted embedded behind a lock within your heart for an eternity – it was pureness, it was innocence that laid in his eyes when he looked at you like this. It was salvation, spoken with a pair of orbs, freedom offered with a single gaze.

And it was art that revealed itself to be a person, laying eyes on Hyunjin, art prettier than pencils and colours could ever create. Looking at him as though your entire world, looking at him as though he was the answer to everything you’d been looking for.

“Oh, shut up, nothing in here is ‘not really good’, I love every single piece…”, exchanged shy look, reddened faces the both of you, and you continued quickly, “I mean, I’m no artist but looking at your paintings makes me, like… feel something. I guess that’s a compliment for an artist, no?”

You chuckled, made your way into the depths of his atelier – it wasn’t anything but, as modest as Hyunjin chose to be about it – and let yourself flood with emotions he had converted onto paper and canvas, allowed yourself to discover colours and shapes, to give them a meaning only guessable – you truly weren’t an artist nor in any right of a good critique, though for Hyunjin you felt ready to learn it all. To understand theory and technique and profession, to dive into a world so unknown to you before, so beauteous you found yourself unable to resist.

A chuckle from him, then; “Yeah, you’re right… thank you.”

Hyunjin wasn’t following you through your journey across his works, stood by his most current piece near the window of the room – he had explained before that natural light was the best to paint with, so grateful the room happened to face the west side. He stood and watched you, enchanted by your interest in him, in his most vulnerable thing, nervous if you’d end up liking it altogether – art was insanely subjective, and while Hyunjin never took it personally nor illy if people and critiques reacted negatively, he needed you to be of an opinion positive. He needed you to like whatever you saw, to maybe understand even, inspiration and emotion, thought-process behind pieces and paintings. Though maybe that was too much to ask for, maybe to greedy of a wish to make. So Hyunjin stood watching you by the open window, hoping for simple contentment with his works from your side. Simple liking, nothing more. Because your validation was all he viewed necessary, from person least knowing of the subject yet of most important value.

Eyes meeting his, and you chuckled out, catching Hyunjin by surprise.

“You don’t talk much, huh?”

Catching Hyunjin by surprise anew – you were impossible to figure out. Admittedly, he had been silent from the moment you started making your way through his works. While he could have explained his inspiration behind certain ones he decided to refrain from it, letting you – hopefully – enjoy the silent satisfaction art brought. He was merely watching you – if maybe because in awe, though you were right, surely. He didn’t talk much, ever, truly.

“Yeah. I don’t really have much to say, I guess.”

Surprised look from your side now, and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know. Your paintings say otherwise.”

And with that you kept looking, and left Hyunjin utterly perplexed. It was a statement so base yet so determined in its character, and Hyunjin nothing but blushed at it.

He kept watching your eyes widen at certain works, when you liked the colours or when you did, after all, reciprocate thoughts and feelings, watched as you walked carefully, cautious not to nudge or bump against still wet canvasses and drying paint. Watched and shied when your gaze met his, when you decided to explore him instead of the art all around – and Hyunjin wondered if you felt the same. Ever wondered if the tension he still felt when around had dissipated for you already, if you had gotten used to the pulling and urging and longing your bodies fell into whenever near each other. No doubt that you had felt the same yet wondering if it was still the case, or if he was the one needing to hold a grip of himself – his body plucked by yours in the smallness of the room was unbearable, nearly, made him lose himself if he wasn’t careful enough. Needed constant reminding to not lose himself in the sight of you fully, converting his eyes for a second or two, collecting composition, regaining control. Control you so loved to take away from him, were so eager to steal right through the holes in his heart.

He damned your boyfriend — if it wasn’t for him, Hyunjin would have long made a move, despite his shy, his careful character, would have long spilled out his hearts’ desires for it took his body every last nerve to resist you, the whole of you. As you made your way through his paintings, through his emotions, through the soul of his Hyunjin’s body urged to be with yours, his heart desired your very own.

“You’d be beautiful to paint.”

Words past Hyunjin’s lips, gushing out too fast as to catch them from being heard. Far louder in the small room that he had intended them to be, for he hadn’t intended them at all. Hyunjin hadn’t even finished the thought before the words had materialized into the room – they simply appeared, as much to your surprise as his, and they bathed the both of you with a shower of fluster, of speechlessness. Exchanging looks, though faces burned hot converting eyes wasn’t in neither of your strengths to do – you simply looked at each other, purified disbelief dripping from within your eyes and onto your faces, standing like two idiots caught red-handed; because that was the first time thoughts had been spoken out aloud. Thoughts too secret, too forbidden to share, thoughts nearly sinful, bashful to even think, really. And they occupied your minds entirely – and Hyunjin was the first to admit to them. Though not wanted yet he did, and you’d been scared of the consequences. Scared to move because that would mean realness, scared to shift gaze because that would mean shyness, similar-mindedness; sin.

“I’m – oh my god, I’m sorry. I just mean --- you’d be a good reference, that’s all. I-”

Words a waterfall, and you shook your head, back in the studio after having felt lost, floating somewhere above the room, brought back the voice of his. And roughly, so.

“No, no… don’t apologize… uh- thank you…? I’m sorry, uh, thank you, really.”

Voice as trembling as you felt, and you shook your head all the while speaking, huffing out in attempted amusement, though it came out as a snort and ended up awkward; which made your heart beat faster and your face paint darker, and you cursed Hyunjin for saying those five words, so short a sentence, so small a promise and yet enough to shake your word. Walls you built so carefully before stepping into his home crumbling in their place, any sort of shield around your heart, regardless of its material, shattering into pieces to let free the feeling you had been trying to suffocate beneath layers of pretend. Allowing your body to be pulled by his, allowing the string that connected your hearts to tighten, to bring you closer, to connect you. To truly connect you, because now his word was spoken, now his promise was made. As small a promise as it was, and there was way to go, but it was irreversible.

And he knew it, too. Felt the threads, felt the needle in his arteries poking deeper, felt the fine fibre pulling him towards you and you towards him, felt your heart sink altogether, felt your crumbling composure. Knew even, maybe, entirely what you’ve been thinking – though not a master to mind reading he swore he knew what was going on in yours, felt your thoughts as though they were his own.

“I… actually… I haven’t really painted you, per se, but…”, though shy, resistant, Hyunjin let his mouth speak, as though a stranger to his own words, with no control over his mouth, his body. But the moment called for honesty, and he was ready to grant it to you. Ready to cross boundaries if he needed to – he hated your damned boyfriend, and if the last thing he did was being the reason for your end then so be it. He’d be ready to die on that hill, he’d be ready to die on any hill, if it was for you. Pathetic, because unsure if you felt the same, though not embarrassed, never ashamed. Hyunjin decided maybe in that very moment that he’d fight, as long as you let him. That, as long as you visited him, the library, his studio, or merely your voice at night over the hushed speaker of his phone, when your boyfriend worked his life away, unapologetic of your own, that he would fight for you. For your love. For your heart.

“I made this. And you… were the inspiration, I guess. More like, the feeling I have… when I’m around you. The feeling we both had, I think… when we first touched at that party… God that sounds so stupid.”

He mumbled; you nearly asked him to repeat himself. Though the very moment you laid eyes upon the canvas every thought ceased to exist within you – you had never seen a painting, a work of art as delicate as the one he showed you, brought up from behind a pile of abstract looking pieces. It were hues upon hues, oranges and blues, light and dark composition, moulded together in a way you wondered how was humanly possible. Where one colour ended the next began, mixing where they met each other, connecting in strokes articulate, almost. As though the painting bore the ability to speak, telling you of its thoughts, of its longings and desires, of its love. Of Hyunjin’s love, ultimately – for he was the one who brought the painting to life. With you in thought, with you behind the lids of his eyes, with you before his very being.

And you knew from maybe that moment that it was him. That it had always been him, the empty space within you, the wishing part of you, the one asking for contentment, for delicateness, for love within your life. That it had been him before you ever grew to know him, that it had been him before you’d been placed on this earth, before you had walked the planet, altogether.

___ . ꫂ

“You have no right to be angry at me, and you know that.”

Not screaming though you weren’t too far from it at that point, trying to collect voice because volume surely wouldn’t help.

You had come home, step light and head high, Hyunjin and the past hour occupying your mind entirely – until you had reached your entrance door, made your way into it, and had met Chan on the sofa, angry, upset.

“You have forgotten our date.”

Words as simple as that, and they had made you furious. Furious because he was unbelievable – missed chances from his point and it was fine, the moment you gave him a taste of his own medicine, bitter and unpleasant he reacted. It was unfair on you, and he was crazy not to be seeing it. His hypocrisy, his idiocy.

And you had been impatient. Had nearly not wanted to fight or argue because you saw no point within, knowing your boyfriend well enough to predict no outcome would leave the both of you satisfied. That compromising throughout your relationship, throughout the time you’ve spent together could only do so much, could only work for as long as it has. That you have reached a breaking point, surely, finally.

“You have no right to be angry with me. I can’t even count on fingers how many you have missed and I won’t let you ride my dick for the one that skipped my mind today!!”

You and Chan stood opposite, so far away from each other, and it didn’t feel like enough. You wanted to get away, needed to, because he was suffocating. Suffocating and impossible, loved so dearly once and now hated all the more. You didn’t want to; hate was a word so strong it nearly scared you, though love was as well. The flame with Chan, if there’s ever been one, had burned out, had used out every last match it could find, every last piece of rotten wood it could burn. Left was a cold bundle of ash, asked to be taken out, to be thrown away, to be abandoned. To be finally left alone, because it was tired, exhausted of the constant tries of starting a fire, of getting it to burn again. Pained from the constant nagging, from the fruitless effort, from the overripe dejection.

“I am angry though!? We’ve promised to start to make an effort, and I’m really fucking trying here, I’ve cleared my fucking schedule for you, I’ve cancelled important meetings and appointments I needed to attend and I did for fucking you!? Fucking hell.”

Words intended to make you feel bad though you failed to. Couldn’t, not with a right mind. Though Chan wasn’t wrong in theory, you couldn’t bear the heart to truly feel bad for him; you long stopped to, should have long stopped pretending to. You looked at him, through eyes cold, senseless. You’ve lost all hope with him, all hope for him. There was nothing left within you to feed the love you’ve so carefully tended, nothing that would make you regret your thoughts, doubt them, demonize them. You looked at him and he was furious, shouting words meaningless to you. Telling you to speak, to explain to him, to make him understand. If this was the moment where it was over, where you’d part ways. Where you’d give up. It was nothing but meaningless to you. Didn’t feel bad for Chan even when you saw tears daring to stain his cheeks, his shirt. When his fingers ran through his hair, noticing how thin they’ve grown. Couldn’t feel bad for him when his body sank to the ground, missing the sofa by inches, making contact with cold hardness beneath him instead, letting head fall into hands, chocked sobs emerging from within him.

You couldn’t feel bad for him. Couldn’t because it had been you on that same spot by the sofa countless of times, the reason him, always. You who would choke sobs past your throat, embarrassed of how they sounded through the echo of the apartment, an apartment so lonely you had wondered if it was shared, in the first place. Apartment so lonely you had doubted you had a partner altogether, maybe only a fraction of your imagination, a fabrication of your deepest wishes. To be loved, and to love – you had been missing that even though committed, and you had decided now, watching, listening to your lost love cry, that it was the last time you would miss it. That this point, the breaking one, should have enrolled far longer – though now you’d make the best of it, with what you had.

“It’s over.”

Words so disturbingly loud you jumped at your own voice, jumped at Chan’s reaction to them – his head shot up momentarily, glistening eyes boring into yours, brows furrowed and lips quivering impossibly. He was furious, confused. Started begging, screaming. Seated in his space, not moving an inch from the spot by the sofa. Stayed screaming at you, begging right after, apologizing frantically, crying fat tears that rolled heavy down his cheeks. You couldn’t feel bad for him.

He stayed crying at the spot by the sofa when you started moving, finally, letting your body get used to the sensation, feeling heavy, feeling as though you stood a statue of stone by the kitchen counter, not as much as blinking. You moved towards your shoes, grabbing a jacket as you went, slipping into the right, then the left. Motions automatic, robotic. You couldn’t care about him. Grabbing keys, listening to his pleading, to his cries of your name, to his apologies. Words you’ve heard so very often you feared to grow null towards them, emotionless, careless. Words worth gold though Chan reduced them to mere dirt, nothing more than. Words you now heard behind you, hand on the handle, opening the door to welcome the cool from outside, before it engulfed you whole, before it consumed you fully and never bound to let you go, not for tonight.

___ . ꫂ

He was in love with you. When you had left his apartment, Hyunjin feeling a useless fool, corners of his mouth from eye to eye, the pounding in his heart had never seemed to stop. He had prepared himself dinner, had put on a show he didn’t pay the least attention to, he washed the dishes with a carelessness he never laid upon chores – and then his phone’d chimed up, ringing in a tone familiar, and his heart had nearly made its way out of its confines, snugly laid within the ribcage beneath his skin when he saw your name, a text from you. Maybe she felt me thinking about her, he thought, naively, and cringed at his very own theorization.

00: 18 >> hey, are you free? right now?

Questioning look on Hyunjin’s visage, and he’d responded he was, yet asking whether there was a problem – it was a bit after midnight, and though Hyunjin would welcome you with open arms regardless how late, regardless the reason, he worried. He knew you shared a place with your boyfriend – scoffing at the thought right as he had thought it, body flooding with dislike the very moment – and there was seemingly no reason for your search for Hyunjin, not after having spent half the day in company.

And then hope filled his being, occupied his lungs with so much weight it felt heavy to breathe, made his soul bloom in flowers most delicate, most spacious he was at risk to lose sight of all else – you had texted him in the middle of the night, though it was your supposed boyfriend you ought to be with at such hour. Him who you had come home to, in all likeliness – him, or the traces of him, the loneliness he left the thing you fled from. To Hyunjin, instead. To the guy you surely walked on eggshells around, the very guy your boyfriend must be hating insatiably. And yet you had texted him a little after midnight, and had rang his doorbell.

“I’m so sorry, I know how late it is, I just- I’m so sorry, oh my god.“

You stumbled into his apartment after Hyunjin had opened the door for you, apologies gushing past your lips like mantras. Reassuring you, offering you a seat by his sofa – the apartment was yet empty, roommates having texted they would stay over at their friends’ or partners’, and Hyunjin had been giddy about having the place for himself for a night, not remembering the last time he had had the chance to – yet he was giddier now that you joined his lonesome, though worry overshadowed any excitement Hyunjin could have bared.

You weren’t crying, though the puffiness of your eyes, the red around them, your bruised up lips revealed that you had been before reaching Hyunjin’s place. He knew the reason was the boyfriend, though he didn’t allow his jealousy, his messed-up mind to start a conversation – you would explain if you needed to, wouldn’t if you didn’t have the strength to. Hyunjin would wait it out either way, would grant a listening ear or a simple companion – he’d be whatever you needed him to be.

“God, I should have called Seungmin… I would have called him, I just- I felt like I needed to see you.”

Your voice frantic, though less now than before. Hyunjin sat beside you on the soft cushions, keeping a fair distance though it wasn’t possibly enough – your distraught heart pulling him forward, and he shifted to create more space – he would touch you if he didn’t, would lay a comforting hand on your shoulder, would embrace you in a hug. Figuring it was the last thing you needed he regained control against the waves of pressure your body shot his way, waited simply for your words to take on form, to start making sense.

“No… it’s okay, don’t worry about it… are you okay? Are you hurt, did something happen?”

Soothing words and far more soothing voice, and it nearly shot another heat of tears right past your eyes and onto the wetness of your cheeks. You felt bad, guilty for disturbing Hyunjin’s night, guiltier to come crying by his doorstep. Though there wasn’t an ounce of reluctance within him, it seemed, welcoming you as though it was a normality, as though it was a given for him to take you in. And maybe that made it all the worse, his kind-heartedness, his demeanour, his readiness for you. His drastic difference to you boyfriend – your ex –, his wholly different character, kinder, calmer, softer.

“No, I’m fine, I’m fine. I just… I ended it. With Chan. I couldn’t take it anymore, Hyunjin.”

Silent tears down your eyes, glistening against your skin like flooded rain in pavement cracks, tears as you materialized what had happened prior, as you made real a tragedy so relieving. Hyunjin shouldn’t be happy, oh did he feel bad for wanting to flip over the world in feeling of newly gained strength and energy, of satisfaction so grand he never thought possible. Felt so very bad for not feeling bad for you, not in ways one would think – it hurt his heart that you were pained, understood that despite his despise it was a relationship your own heart had been invested in, so all the more painful now that it was over. And yet he was relieved. For your very own sake, because he was aware of the hardships a one-sided love must have brought, undoubtedly. Screws in his brain rutting, and Hyunjin realized he must offer a place of comfort, despite his flawed thoughts, despite his evil mind. He only hoped you couldn’t read the relief in his eyes as you locked in his gaze with your teary one.

“Fuck, I’m… I’m so sorry. God, you must feel horrible, wait… let me give you a water, are you thirsty? If you have no place to stay you can sleep here, by the way, all the others are gone… you can have my bed and some clothes, just… feel at home… wait, let me give you that water—”

And you started sobbing. Tears gushing out as fast as Hyunjin’s words were, words of utter comfort, of compassion, of kindness. You damned him for it. Damned him for your fragile heart, for the way he was so easy to shake it. Damned him for making his way into your life so unknowingly, so quietly you hadn’t noticed the point where it’s been too late. Damned him for loving him as much as you did, for seeing him when thinking of deepest desires, of love in its very being. Looking at him, eyes milked up yet looking at him. He stared back, perplexed, halfway to the kitchen though stopped in his tracks at the sound of your cries, at the sight of your eyes, your face – he stood looking at your pain, unsure gaze meeting untempt one, seconds feeling like days, entirely too long while anticipating an answer or an explanation altogether, for sudden outburst, for sudden tears at act so kind.

“Stop… just stop being so nice to me.”

Standing up from your seat, legs feeling weak as they moved around the room. Heavy steps towards Hyunjin, careful not to get too close, not to meet his tide, a tide so strong you’d be pulled into wholly if movements grew too risked.

“Please stop being so nice to me, I- I’ll fall in love with you even more.”

Words cutting into every layer of tension that had laid itself upon the room, breaking every damn either of you had built tediously, shooting right through every wall, through every measure of safety you had kept around your hearts. You had taken the knife and stabbed times a million where it was most sensitive, had cut out oxygen from where it was more necessary. And you were close. Too close to him to feel at ease, too close to Hyunjin for his blood to pump in speed it would be healthy – mind and body racing, part of his brain encoding the meaning of your very confession, of your impossible words. Words so powerful it knocked him off his feet, words he never believed to be lucky enough to hear. You were wholly insane, and he was utterly in love.

Stepping closer to you, space between you buzzing, hissing, lighting up as though bodies were electrified, as though highest volts were coursing your veins, your skin. Stepped closer to watch your face paint in agony, so close he was tempted to wipe off the tears grazing your eyes. His hand raised, inches away from your cheek. You shifted, tilted your head to escape his touch. He stayed in position, arm raised, eyes boring into you.

“I can’t.”

Your voice so quiet he had to lip read, his hand ever in position, ready to soothe if you only gave the word. More and thicker tears rolled down the curve of your face, the perky bone, down the plush and onto the dip by your collarbone. He watched it, wished to kiss it away.

“I can’t get into a relationship right away. I know there’s… something… here…”, you let your hands sway through the space between your bodies, your hand breaking through resistance so strong you didn’t believe there was nothing than mere air between your bodies. Had to be something more, something deeper, “but me and Chan, it was so exhausting.”

A choked sob and you regained control, eyes losing his for only a moment before holding gaze anew – his own didn’t wander, every of his senses glued onto you as though you’d break apart if he only as though looked a different direction. He stood listening to you, aching heart and far more aching soul – he was willing to gift you anything, to morph into the very person you needed most this very moment, to become whatever you now desired. Understanding you and waiting to take him as he was, because he was willing to get hurt if it was for you. Tears wettening your shirt, apology staining the room – and Hyunjin’s hands engulfed your face, one big hand on either of your side, palms dampened in tears. The feeling that shot through your bodies was one neither of you could ignore, eyes softening, limbs stiffening, minds short circuiting – it needed Hyunjin a moment to find his words, though sure of them the sensation of touch, your skin against his had knocked out remaining rationality.

“I need you however you’ll let me have you.”

Blinking, his words like sweetest venom in your ear. His eyes expectant, his palms providing warmth, soothing touch to disrupted skin, to torn up heart. You tended to it, tended to him.

“Will you let me hurt you, then?”

And then your lips met. Hyunjin’s answer his mouth on your own, his hands in your hair. Your own finally brave enough to reciprocate touch – you had never sensed him before, not really. Had never sought out to find his touch directly, never actively, so. It was a sensation like no other, a million light bulbs, uncountable fireworks popping in colour underneath your skin, just where yours met his. Fingertips on his neck, by the back of his hair, by the perk of his shoulder. A million fireworks in blue and red and purple and green, sounding through your ears as though going off in this very room, in this very apartment, place so lonely, filled with two lost souls that had found each other finally, though maybe in the wrong moment. Two souls connected the way two snap hooks were, sealed within each other.

Hyunjin lead you through it. His mouth opened to a kiss of teeth and clatter, and you allowed him to, sunk into the feeling of him, his lips on yours, his hands on the vastness of your body. He wasn’t greedy with his moves, needy though as he stopped before his tongue protruded into mouth of yours, asking for permission silently until you granted allowance – only then he continued forward, wet muscles enchanting in a dance addicting, warmth spreading through the entireties of your bodies. You stood in place and kissed each other, a kiss so long awaited it might have been a dream, altogether. A kiss so surreal Hyunjin had to pull away or a moment quick, looking at you, looking at the whole of you – your blown out eyes, pleading, scared. Your lips red, your hands on his chest, his own by the curve of your waist. He had dreamed of this very moment throughout countless nights, when it was only him and his thoughts, and you within them. Had dreamed to kiss you under different circumstances, yet kiss you altogether; and it was sweeter, softer, better than any dream could fabricate.

Staggered breath from both of you as you took the other in, locking blown out eyes and holding trembling bodies, tending running minds, with as much as a look, a touch. And then lips found lips again. As though instinctively, as though it was the very thing, the only thing you’d been born to do. To wrap mouth around mouth, to allow tongues within, to graze upon teeth, to bite down on lips. Softly, experimentally, and then again, when wanted reaction followed.

Hyunjin started backing against the soft of the sofa as your hands made their way through his hair, messing up the softened locks to your liking. He let you, gratefully, toy at him as you wished. Let you explore his body as he explored yours, bunching up clothes in fists, so impatient, so eager. Because this has been all you’d ever wanted, the both of you, everything and more of what you’d desired, since the very moment you’d seen each other in the small of the convenience store, entirely unfamiliar then yet strangely connected. The embrace of the other, lips dancing in sync as though meant to be, hands dancing across body as though born to serve that very purpose.

Hyunjin crouched down, motioning your body softly, swiftly, so you sat on the edge of the couch, his body hovering above yours, darkening your view against the dim light of the living room. His lips never tore apart from your own – the sounds of wet against wet filled the small of the room, joined by softest sighs and gasps for air; you were left speechless, thoughtless with every additional touch, with every further exploring, the both of you. Hyunjin crouched down further, face to face with you and he went lower, yet, pulling your head with him, leaving you to be the one above him after he settled on his knees between your own. Hands on either of your thighs, caressing the plush, groping at the flesh when your fingers pulled against his darkened roots – you quickly discovered him to like it when you did.

Hyunjin broke the kiss, reluctant to let you go, meeting equally reluctant eyes, your lips chasing his for a moment until he connected them to the curve of your neck, minimally dampened in sweat – you must have walked to his place, only now he figured, feeling even deeper discontentment with your ex; until he remembered he was the one kissing you this very moment, his mouth the one attached to the softness of your neck, to the bit behind your ear, to the hollow part of your collarbone. He was the one whose hands steadied themselves on your waist, squeezing to his liking, kissing down to meet your chest. He was the reason you squirmed in his hold, in between his hands, on his couch, in his home – it was him, and Hyunjin would be a fool to grow salty, to let you go. To miss the opportunity, the way your ex did – Hyunjin wouldn’t possibly be so dumb, would give his heart to treat you the way you had deserved to be treated, the years passed. Would show you what love could be like, if it was him you were with.

You grew desperate. Loved the way Hyunjin’s mouth lapped at your body, loved his hands exploring it – but you needed more. Needed the very thing his whole demeanour pointed towards – his body caged between your legs, his hands on your thighs, moving closer to your sex, his face inching nearer towards it. Though he was taking his time. Sweet time to dote on you, to tend you, to love you. Hands only going as far as pulling your shirt high enough to litter your lower stomach in kisses most sweet, and you couldn’t take any more.

“Hyunjin... please.”

Your words as though brought him back to reality, if he had forgotten his surroundings before, merely focusing on you and your body, on the way you sounded, smelled and felt to the touch he now was grounded again, finding himself on his knees before you, finding your eyes looking at him with so much plead, so much desire he might just implode. He understood, your words of impatience, and he mumbled a quick apology, wasting no time now to jumble up the hem of your shirt, to busy his hands with the button of your jeans, hook his fingers into the waistband of your attires. Sliding off pants and underwear in one go after an approving look, and Hyunjin feared that truly, his heart would simply shoot up in a million tiny pieces and out of his body. The sight of you, hovering on the edge of the sofa, body leaned against the back of it, arms working as a prop behind you — lower half exposed, sinfully so; you were glistening in soft wetness, excitement lacing your features, the entirety of you body. It was better than Hyunjin could have ever dare to dream of. This very image having haunted his nightly fantasies ever so often, guilt in the pit of his stomach as his hand had lowered to ease himself every single time — and now he lived it, would no longer have to rely on his mind to fabricate most eager sceneries, wouldn’t need to rely on solely his hand to grand him sweetest release. You lay before him and in flesh, and his eyes glazed over with a sheen of adoration, with a hint of disbelief, maybe.

“So pretty. So, so pretty.”

Words leaving mouth quietly as his lips connected to the plush of your thighs, your body jumping at both the compliment and the sudden contact of warm lips to warmer skin. It felt foreign yet all too much familiar, too known a feeling to be strange, and your lids fluttered close, neck giving in, head lulling to the side. Hyunjin didn’t keep his eyes off you for a moment – watching you intently through deep lashed as he bit and sucked on the flesh of inner thighs, learning most sensitive zones, most erogenous spots. Mouth moving closer to your heat and your legs opened wider at his antics, feeling his lips on the bone connecting leg and pelvis, and your hips rolled forward – minimally yet enough to drive Hyunjin insane, seeing, sensing your need a matter unbelievable to him – you wanted him as much as he wanted you, and he everything but stayed calm at the mere thought alone. A feeling of increased ego, or simple relief – the both of you had walked on eggshells around the other, ever since the day at the store. Had felt feelings reciprocated yet had never been entirely sure, because too cowardly to ever ask – knowing surely now, the desire was of mutual nature – Hyunjin felt utterly helpless.

Mouth attaching to your slit, wetness covering him whole momentarily, hum leaving his throat and sending vibrations right through you, making your back arch into him this much more, your neck throwing back now, eyes shut and hand entangled in coloured hair. Pulling on it slightly to get soft sounds to leave his lips, to feel them against the sensitivity of your clit, to hear his satisfaction in satisfying you. His tongue lapping up your every bit, humming at the taste of you, at your smell. At the sight of you basking in his ministrations on you, focused and determined, wanting nothing more than to please you, the way he’s been dreaming of, imagining too many times to count. It was working, seemingly – shy whimpers leaving your mouth, self-conscious of being too loud, yet unable to deny the feeling Hyunjin provided you, gifted you with. Tongue dancing in kitten licks and sucks against your clit, or prodding at your entrance, and you’ve lost yourself further and further into him, both waiting for release, anticipating it yet dreading it, because the moment would be over, then. Wanted to bask in the impossible feeling of satisfaction that would never be enough only to not let the moment end, altogether – yet Hyunjin didn’t stop, kept driving you to said release, with licks against your slit, with kisses against your sensitivity, detaching only to litter wettened kisses against the vastness of your thighs. Your following whines of protest in loss of touch made Hyunjin chuckle and he went back to bask you in sweetest pleasure, fingers toying at your entrance, sliding into you when your hips bucked to allow him in, when impatient hands grabbed for his wrist, pleads rolling past your tongue in sheer holiest mantras.

Hyunjin was driven, wrist sore from curling up against the spot he had found after moments of searching, knowing he had when your back had arched so violently it had nearly scared him, jaw clacking in overuse though he was the last to care about any of it. Driven to drive you to where you needed him to, until you’d see white, until his very name would be the last thing on your mind, the feeling of him on you the very last feeling you’d die to feel. He watched you as your hands pulled him closer to your middle, as your hips rolled against his face, until you started clenching around the girth of his fingers, relentless pleasure in the way they never missed the softest spot so deep within you, until you started seeing stars. Only mumbling nonsense, utterly lost in the feeling of him, thighs contracting beside his head, your mind free from the frustrations of previous moments – wholly focused on your release that came in waves heavy, stormy, washing over you as Hyunjin sat careful to ride it out, not stopping movements until you told him to, until you squirmed in his hold in overstimulation. Your breath staggered, your chest heaving, your legs tired. Your eyes finding his in a moment of realisation, hearts skipping a beat as you fell back to reality – Hyunjin’s pupils were impossibly blown out, outlined erection visible even through the fabric of his worn-out sweatpants, breath as staggered as yours was. You ought to scream at the top of your lungs at the lust, the desire he watched you with – knowing he wanted you as much as you did, knowing he had felt the same about you the previous weeks where worry’d been all that’s been on your mind, worry about lost love, worry about the risks of finding a new one – he had been there and he had been feeling the very same you had, and you urged to kiss him at mere thought alone.

Pulled him up by his chin so your lips could meet in a kiss passionate, wet and laced with your release, drowned in your contentment, teeth clashing and hands groping wherever they could reach. Sneaking beneath shirts to pull them off seconds later, leaving you wholly naked, Hyunjin in only his sweats. And the kiss was never enough. The moment you wanted to pull away for air, or to ask Hyunjin for more, for his pants and underwear to be gone you simultaneously felt reluctant to, seemingly unable to break the kiss, to detach your lips from his. Having waited to have him like this for far too long it now seemed impossible to let him go for even a moment, if it meant burning with emptiness and desire a little while longer.

Though your bodies could only take so much. Hips longing for friction, yours as much as his, the confines of his pants only paining him, his impatience. And you didn’t let him hurt for too long. Started reaching down his body, tracing lines of abs and soft muscles to hook your fingers into the waistband of his undergarments, pleading for him to take them off, eyes anticipating, hands wanting. He complied gratefully, pulled off sweats and boxers in one go, adding them to the pile of carelessly tossed cloths before his eyes were back on your own – only looking, exchanged gaze as you waited for someone to do the crucial move, the one that would bound you as one for the remaining of time. Both of you too cowardly, hot breath hitting faces, sweat forming to dance on flushed skin.

“I can’t- I can only give you this much. I can’t give you want you want, not right now. I want you to know that, this is- this is the only thing I can give you.”

Voice on the verge of breaking, quiet in your throat, eyes filling with agony. You didn’t want to hurt him, wished to be able to love him the way he wanted you to, the way he deserved it. Wished that Chan wouldn’t have settled into your very being as persistent as he did, making him the only reason for your heart to be reluctant, scared to open up as wide anew.

Hyunjin’s thumb caressed the high of your cheek, head leaning closer, giving a peck to bruised up lips to lean his forehead against yours a moment later. Intimacy dizzying the both of you, closeness and proximity making it heart to reach for air.

“Then it’s enough for the time being. I’ll wait for you, I promise.”

A sigh out of your lungs and a nod, and Hyunjin started lining up with your entrance, precum and your wetness enough for his sinking into you to be utterly painless, for the stretch to be one of unbelievable pleasure. Fireworks setting off in your bodies anew, and only now the relentless pulling seemed to have faded, had turned into a feeling of passion, of pleasure in measures unknown to you times previous. You whimpered out momentarily, reciprocating Hyunjin’s deep groan against your ear, his stuttering hips as he bottomed out within you, so deep your body felt as helpless as they came. All five senses entirely focused on him, on the way he filled you – though for the very first time, you yet felt nostalgia rushing through you, as though this very moment had happened in a past life, as though your bodies, your souls had loved each other the very same way long before you had known it yourselves.

Setting a slow rhythm, embracing each other, holding your bodies close. Chests flushed, heartbeats in sync, hips meeting somewhere in the middle, where your cores connected. Sweat a sheet across your fleshes, breaths hitching in your throats, confessions spilling past kiss-bitten lips – it was connection you had craved for years on end, connection so deep it dared to scratch your heart. And in this very moment, one you’ve anticipated behind closed doors, in most private fantasies, you weren’t man and woman having sex, you were two people, two souls loving the other. Because it were your souls that loved, not your bodies. When you kissed, when you touched, when you let lips and hands dance across bodies where it was most desired your bodies expressed the love your very souls felt, because your souls themselves couldn’t possibly reveal such feelings. So, you took your bodies as a vessel, as a messenger for your love, your desire, your longing. Materialized what souls were feeling – and you grunted against the other, bodies growing more frantic, more feverous, reaching closer the point you so badly wanted to reach, together, in unison.

It didn’t take you much longer – one thrust, a second and a third until you whined out, letting Hyunjin know how close you were, through gritted tears and teary eyes, until he nodded and agreed, telling you, begging you to let go, for you were with him. And you did at the sound of his voice, waves of pleasure gushing over you before they took over Hyunjin, whines filling the stuffiness of the room, confessions following right after. Collapsing on top of you and staying within the hold of your arms – another dream he’s had, so all the more unbelievable, impossible now that he was living it. Shifting on the sofa so you lay comfortably, never letting go of bodies, holding close to warmth. Careless about your stickiness, your sweat covering the whole of you – careless because this moment, you were everything that mattered, Hyunjin was.

“I don’t wanna sleep yet. Because then this moment will pass.”

Chuckling in his hold, and you felt no different. Basking in the feeling of him, laying on his sofa, heartbreak and suffering so far away now you wondered if the last hour had even occurred, or if it was a fabricated memory for your mind to play with you, to hurt you. It was all gone in Hyunjin’s arms, with his body so close to yours. The pulling, the string that had seemed to be connecting your hearts, your bodies wherever you went, from the moment in the store had tightened the two of you together for eternity, finally, eventually. At it was a feeling good, of utter contentment. One of relief, because the matter had been sitting on your shoulders for far too long, for your own good, for your own health. Your hearts had finally found each other, rightfully so, like they were intended to before your bodies walked this earth – and you fell asleep to Hyunjin’s soft snoring, you in his heart and him in your own, ought to be bound with nothing to tear you apart.

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#!! - 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 ; ɢᴀᴢᴇ

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, fluff

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hyunjin x reader, chan x reader

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a party wasn't in your plans; nor in his. and yet you've let yourself bribe by your friend to go out; as did he.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: LONGEST CHAPTER SO FAR AND UGH i hope you'll like it as much as i liked writing it!! pls leave feedback if you had any thoughts while reading!! psa: every big cut is a pov change!!

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You were lounged onto your sofa, feet dangling off the armrest, warm sweats and fluffy socks protecting you from the ever-sinking temperatures that slowly started settling into your home. Two weeks have passed since the boy in the store has made his appearance – two weeks of his face perpetually appearing before you, two weeks of thinking about him in uncalled times, two weeks in which you still called him only that; boy in the store. Because his name was yet unknown to you, seemingly not bound to be ever found out. And then, in the first place – why did you know it’s been two weeks? You were measuring time with the help of him unknowingly, knew exactly when the encounter happened in the shop – when he seemed to have shaken your world up and alive. Fourteen days called for your interest, for this sick crush to dissipate and fade into nothing. Fourteen days was long enough to forget a stranger you’d likely never meet again. Hell, you were committed to another person, after all. Yet here you were, spilling your heart out so Seungmin, because your best friend was a more trusted source than your boyfriend when it came to this matter, when it came to the boy, the stranger in the store.

“I just don’t get it. Like, I want to forget him Min, I really do… but he keeps just popping up in the weirdest times…–. Like alright, I get that he was attractive… I guess– and that Chan and I have been weird lately, but why am I this fixated on him? It’s not like we talked even… he shouldn’t be in my head this much. He shouldn’t be in my head at all, but I can’t like, get him out.”

Your voice hinted frustration, words rolling past your lips quickly. It’s been fourteen days since Seungmin has turned into your only source to vent, because neither Chan nor other friends were ever bound to find out about the stranger. Though you haven’t initially planned to tell even Seungmin all about him. In your defence, there hasn’t been much to tell initially, not until the stranger started to appear everywhere you looked, anywhere you went. Only then you grew concerned, when it had started to feel like an obsession, an unhealthy one, and only then Seungmin had the privilege of getting to know your confusion about him. Seungmin had brushed it off at first, arguing that the mess you and Chan had going on currently was the reason behind the strange infection the boy had cursed you with. Only after a while your friend has joined your concern, when you wouldn’t stop talking about him and had cried to Seungmin due to guilt nagging at you. Because Seungmin knew your feelings for Chan still existed somewhere within. Not simply because you had told him, necessarily; Seungmin knew you well, and you weren’t the type to drop people simply because you hit rough patches. You were a fighter when it came to anything regarding emotions, had always been one who held a strong importance towards loved ones, one who didn’t drop friends and partners when things went into phases of negativity, because according to you there was always room for improvement, always time to rethink and re-evaluate behaviours and feelings, because according to you people weren’t only one sided; always carried more beneath the surface. Seungmin knew your feelings for Chan remained, even if hidden or forgotten for the moment, buried beneath thoughts that hurt and words that weren’t spoken, and he knew that the sensibility of your persona surely called for you to struggle deeply with an unknown man having occupied your every thought in the matter of fourteen days, while the man you were bound to was giving you a hard time. He felt with you, could only imagine your turmoil of emotions.

“Can I be honest with you? You sound mad stressed to me. You’ve been ranting about this guy for the past two weeks, whether you want to remember him or not is not the problem, it sounds unhealthy, just in general.”

Seungmin wasn’t scolding you, but the tone in his voice was serious – he was taking the matter with full importance. He stood from his seat by the kitchen counter and plopped himself down next to you, the cushions dipping under his weight, pulling you with it slightly.

“So I say you let loose, how’s that sound? You haven’t been out and got drunk in ages, it’s high time miss ma’am.”

You scoffed, huffing air out in a mix of annoyance and defeat. Because Seungmin had a point, surely. It has been ages since you’ve gone out to have fun with friends, ages since you drank so much your head was a maze the next day, since you had no worries other than the hangover that was plaguing you the next day. And maybe Seungmin was right, entirely. Maybe the only reason your mind focused on the stranger as much as it did stemmed justly from stress, experiencing it in all parts of your life recently. You were busy with studies, homework and upcoming exams piling up your desk. If it wasn’t school you spent your time with work, jobs aching at your every muscle. And in between your boyfriend, whom you were nothing but unsure about as of late, adding to the growing pile of anguish, duties. For a second it scared you, the fact you viewed Chan as another problem to take care of, another duty. That he wasn’t a safe haven you could flee into, not anymore. That university and work was something you handled by yourself now, without his reassurance. Because though not everything was going bad with your boyfriend, though there were occasional moments of short-lived happiness, you were wary of approaching him with concerns. And he wasn’t either lately, as though trying to save the both of you from additional negativity, trying to desperately dance around the fact you’d crumble if a word of worry was uttered.

You gave yourself a good shake, hoping to get rid of yet another wave of uneasy thoughts, angry at yourself for getting lost in them all over again. You sat straight on the sofa, bringing your legs up in the process and crossing them comfortably before you. Seungmin was right, as so often. Your behaviour, your obsession or crush, whatever you wanted to call it, was unhealthy, your constant state of stress only demanding damage to your nerves. You needed and deserved a break. Maybe, you thought, partying and getting drunk with Chan would get the both of you closer again. There’s been a time where you’d both wake up with hangovers every other weekend, after campus parties and friendly get togethers, nights spent carelessly and always together, mornings dreadful but strangely comforting – it seemed so far away now, the life you used to have, when you first met, and all felt easy, simple.

But you made it your duty to repair what was broken. To make an effort, to talk things out with Chan, get him to let loose with you for just one night. You were sure one night wouldn’t close fix everything that needed fixing, but sitting aimless wasn’t in your plans. Efforts in love didn’t come with ease, needed time. And you were ready, desperate even, to spend that time on Chan. Because you weren’t one to let love slip past your fingers, when you had experienced it so vividly, so passionately, with the one person that you’ve been sure of since you met first. And just as you’ve finished that thought, just as motivation and a zest for motivation struck you; the stranger flickered up behind your eyes. Fuck.

“You know what Min,”, words came scattered, in a somewhat stressed manner, as to stop your train of thought, “you’re a genius. Let’s call together some of our friends, too.”, words sounded nervous, as to overplay the ever appearing picture of the stranger, “I bet none of them got to party much lately-“, and then your voice cut off, bitter realisation hitting you like a truck and shortly replacing the memories to the stranger in the store, “-when did we all grow up so fast?”

The last part of your sentence was quiet, sounding longing, reminiscing old times. You weren’t old yet by any means, only starting adulthood, only learning how to cope on your own. And yet the realisation of the speed that life was passing by always felt unexpected, and the feeling of wasting your life away nagged at your bones. Felt like time was running out, that you needed to grasp moments left and right to remember your youth by. And to think of all the things you haven’t yet achieved – it was frightening, scared you. And to think of Chan, having met him with the start of your very first semester, when he had been in his third by that time, a bit older than you and helping you out when studies got overwhelming, and when he had dropped out not short after to pursue music, yet never leaving your side and revealing his interest in you eventually. Back then you were sure he'd been the love of your life. You had imagined a life together, and back then it didn’t feel like time was flashing too fast. Because back then you were sure, convinced. Naïve maybe, but in love. Yet now you were getting older, day by day, and the confidence about a life with your lover has managed to slip past you, despite your attempts to hold on to it. The fear of not growing old with one another, because if it wasn’t Chan, you doubted it could be anyone else. As much as you’ve lost your spark, as distant as you grew, you’ve once loved as passionately as no other.

Except. Except the stranger in the store turned out to be more important than you now made him out to be, that it had a deeper meaning to your crossing paths. Because he yet seemed to not leave the depths of your mind, yet seemed to have nestled himself into your brain. And you wondered, couldn’t help but question if there was a sort of twisted sign behind his reappearing face, if it meant anything that you were seemingly stuck on him. And if, in case you wanted, allowed yourself to believe that there was more to him, in case you accepted him, the stranger could, after all, flip your worlds upside down. Not solely in your mind.

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An ear damaging bass was everything Hyunjin could take in, every other of his senses overstimulated. He didn’t quite know the reason he agreed to Jeongin when the word “party” had left his lips; maybe it’d been his puppy eyes, his concerning skill to manipulate one into fulfilling each and every wish of his.

“Oh, come onnnn, you haven’t been out in ages… please? I don’t wanna turn up alone.”

A sad pout had adorned Jeongin’s face, and Hyunjin had almost caved in already. His friend was closer to him than a related brother, and denying him never seemed to work for Hyunjin.

“Ask someone else to go with you, I’m sure Minho or Lix would love to go. I’m not looking forward to going to a party where I don’t know anyone but you.”

Not having looked up from his sketchbook Hyunjin had kept his composure, convinced Jeongin wouldn’t possibly annoy him any longer, would understand his reasoning and ask their other friends; there’s been plenty after all. And then he’d added a “You’ll mingle with other people, and I’ll just stand there. No thank you, I’ll pass.”, to accentuate just how much he despised going. Jeongin truly had had to understand after that arguing, wouldn’t – couldn’t – possibly look through Hyunjin’s lies. Because if Hyunjin was fully honest he simply hadn’t wanted to go, more excited to laze around at home, his roommates out of house and a home full of silence to himself only. It would have been the dream.

“Maybe you should be mingling with other people, you haven’t met anyone in ages. I swear to God, you’ll end up like those lonely artists who spend all their time in front of canvases and turn crazy eventually because they’ve forgotten how it is to be touched by a woman.”

By that time Hyunjin had been up on his feet and on the get go to leave, egging Jeongin on to hurry up because the night wasn’t endless and the party wouldn’t last forever. If he’d been asked, Hyunjin would have denied that his friends teasing argument made him worry, question his life for even a second. He would have argued that it had left him cold, that he had enough friends and that going out and dating wasn’t all a problem to him, that he could pull if he wanted to. And it wouldn’t only be a lie to others, it was a lie to himself. Hyunjin’s consistent friend group hasn’t changed in years, ever since he met them in college, and his relationship laid so long in the past that the nights spent alone, without a body laying next to him, grew a creeping routine on him. Then again, if anyone’d point that out, he’d argue it’s for the best, that it’s the lifestyle he chose for himself to be happy. That the books in his shelves, all talking about love, and his recently watched movies, all portraying romance, and the songs that blasted in his ears without a break, all singing of lovers, wasn’t anything he actually wished for, not for himself anyways. That he wasn’t actually that sappy and hopeless. That pathetic.

Though, as much as Jeongin wanted Hyunjin to mingle, to mix himself into a group of people and start growing closer to strangers he’s never seen before, Hyunjin realised quick that agreeing to the party wasn’t his best decision, competing to be his worst, in fact. He wasn’t a mood killer, someone who understood fun and loved seeing it, participating in silliness, sharing dumbness with others. He was able to let loose, has had multiple times, suffering the consequences later on; be it a stinging headache the next morning or a bit of uncleaned vomit on his shirt he hadn’t had the mind to change out of – Hyunjin knew it all and surely didn’t dislike parties, but maybe he simply didn’t like them sober. Or in a crowd of strangers, with no known soul next to him.

Speaking of, the crowd was all but too big for the place he was in; he was sure Jeongin mentioned the name Seungmin when talking about the host and home, a friend, or a friend of a friend, he didn’t remember. It was a small, rented apartment, with neighbours all around, suburb-y and neat. Not fit for flashing lights and a booming bass. Hyunjin was surprised no one had filed a noise complaint yet. And it was strange, if he thought about it, standing leaned against a wall, a red cup in hand, in a house he didn’t know whom it belonged to. To be invited to a party – not directly, yet invited – without knowing a single soul. To see groups messing around, couples kissing, strangers making out, and knowing none of them. To be strangers to everyone while all in the same room having fun, while all between the same walls letting loose. It somehow felt meaningless, but maybe Hyunjin was being dramatic, and needed to get out of his head for once.

He sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes hard to try and rid himself off his thoughts. He’s had a weird feeling since the first step he’s made through the door, a somewhat choking one, as if something was blocking his way of breathing, as though someone wanted to knock the oxygen out his lungs. He wasn’t sure where it was coming from, blamed the slump he was under lately. Yet there was a lingering feeling, a pulling, an urge. And he thought about you, more often than usual, and hated himself for it, more than normally. He came here to forget about you in the first place, or to meet new people, or maybe those two played together somehow. And yet your face circulated his mind more frequently, more demanding throughout the duration of the party. He tried to ignore it, moving his body from corner to corner, occasionally chatting with people who seemed familiar, daring himself onto the dance floor once or twice. All of it without managing to fully ignore it, ignore you.

He’d love to have an actual drink right now. Actual spirit that would kick him off his feet, actual alcohol that would burn down his throat and set dizziness to his brain. But Jeongin was surely getting drunk already, and he and Hyunjin needed a driver to reach back home. Hyunjin might hate being the driver more than the actual parties altogether, if he thought about it. So instead, he poured himself a cup of Coke when he reached the bar – not without shoving people left and right with his elbows, the word personal space was an unknown one to drunken crowds – and started to inspect from there, from a new location. Hyunjin registered additional noise, turning his head to see the setup of a karaoke bar in one corner of the house. The singing was horrible, but it put a grin on Hyunjin's face. It was strangely calming to watch people be themselves, to watch humans being humans. He let his gaze fly over the ocean of heads, and the smile didn’t fade his lips. All was loud and bright, chaotic and messy.

And then, without a chance for Hyunjin to prepare himself, without a possible warning to his heart – he saw you, and it was quiet from one moment to the other. As though an illusion first, a hallucination.

He blinked once, twice, a third time. Because he couldn’t believe his eyes, because they surely had to play a joke on him. Because it couldn’t be possible that you were standing – dancing – before him, in flesh and bones, in a dress that hugged your figure so nicely, in carefully prepared hair and make up. Looking as pretty as he remembered you to be, if not prettier. And a smile adorned Hyunjin’s face, because his heart grew easier, because the choked up feeling he’s had from the moment of setting foot into this place dissipated. Because somehow you seemed so easy to grasp now, so easy to approach. Because somehow love felt so near to grasp now, not far to approach.

Until he saw another man dancing behind you.

Hyunjin didn’t see him at first, needed one, two seconds to grasp the situation fully. He checked if it really was you – but it had to be, he remembered your every future, he could tell you in his dreams if he had to – and behind you, closely, too closely for Hyunjin’s liking, another man, his hands on your hips, looking too intimate, too loving to be a mere stranger.

Fuck.

The high he had felt periodically was replaced with a low so deep that he feared tears might swell past his eyes, hot and thick ones, ones that showed frustration, maybe anger. Though he wouldn’t possibly cry at a place like this, would search for the bathroom, at best. Yet he couldn’t get his eyes off you. Even if he wanted to be on the lookout for the bathroom, even if tears of seeming lost love did stream down his face and wet his shirt, with the crowd looking him up and down and up again, wondering who the guy was who stood occupying the bar with puffed up eyes and swollen lids – he wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly back away from the sight of you, the rest of his surroundings appearing only through milked glass.

So Hyunjin kept his spot, not a single muscle of his able to move, seemingly. He leaned against the counter, red cup still in hand, the dark and sparkling drink in it long forgotten. What were the odds to see you at this party, on this night, in this house? Who were you a friend of, who was the man behind you, why did it pain him so much to see you dancing with him, so sensually atop, was it any serious with him, or did Hyunjin have a chance, to go up and talk to you, if he tried enough? How were you looking so effortless, hips swaying to the music, heels high yet kept balance, dress looking uncomfortable yet kept composure? Questions. And nothing other than.

If Hyunjin had to, he wouldn’t possibly be able to describe you, the whole of you. You possessed an aura that seemed to be your very own, that seemed to be so captivating Hyunjin felt as though in trance, when his eyes glided your figure, took the real of you in. Or maybe that’s how only he felt about you, and maybe only due to the single reason of having had you live in his mind relentlessly for weeks prior. If he thought about it he still couldn’t believe the coincidence; the man you were dancing with or not, he was looking at you, in flesh and bones, and it eased his heavy heart to a minimum.

Hyunjin must have been staring too long – or too intensive –, or maybe you simply felt a gaze upon you, felt someone else’s eyes on your body. You looked up, head that was thrown back onto the man’s shoulder moments before was now turning, as though looking for something. Someone.

And Hyunjin didn’t want to back away. He could, easily so. Could avert his eyes elsewhere, could hide from you, could risk to never see you again, spare himself of the embarrassment of being caught looking, at a girl seemingly taken.

But he didn’t. Because a voice told him you’d remember him too, told him that you haven’t been able to forget him as well, that he has been on your mind as much – as persistent – as you were on his the past weeks. That maybe, just maybe, if he kept his eyes on you, if he tried luring you in with his thoughts that you couldn’t possibly read but maybe could after all, that maybe if you heard his calls you would make your way to Hyunjin and dance with him instead. Or talk with him. Or laugh with him. Or do nothing with him at all. Simply be. But with him.

And then your eyes met his. Found what they were searching for, it seemed, because they fixed with his own ones and Hyunjin knew that you knew. Must have, that you recognized him, that you felt the same rush through your body. Similar to when you have first locked eyes, a feeling so all intaking it was knocking the both of you out of your breath. Because you also stopped moving, also sucked in a breath, also stared, and only stared. Unable to move.

None of you did anything, for how long you weren’t sure. You had stopped dancing, only standing, body turned fully to Hyunjin. The both of you stared away with big eyes, surprise and something like anticipation laced behind your lids, curiosity, and you didn’t go as far as letting your gazes wander across each other’s bodies. It was eye to eye, and the rest of the world stopped for a stretched out second, while you were trying to sort your thoughts, think of next actions, make sense of the situation altogether. If it was real at all, if the other was thinking the same, if both of you were delusional simply, and far too hopeless, pathetic. If both of you needed a slap back to reality. Because you didn’t know each other, and you had come with another man. And because Hyunjin wasn’t one to start conversations easily, and that you surely would send him off if he came even close to you.

Until you noticed the man behind you over your shoulder, speaking words to you Hyunjin couldn’t understand, until the man had his eyes on Hyunjin as well, for only a second, to check where – who – your eyes were fixed on. And then the man stood before you, blocking Hyunjin’s view to you, but he saw your arms behind his figure, expressive, as though proving a point. Of course; you’ve been staring at another man, your boyfriend’s madness – if he was one, a boyfriend, and if it was any, madness – nothing but understandable.

And yet, you had been staring. Boyfriend or not, madness or something else, the man you had danced with had seemed an important one, a close one, and yet you had been staring at Hyunjin, stopped dancing for it. For him. And it might make him an asshole, but joy filled his veins. The high he first felt when he had laid eyes on you crawled back, because he hadn’t left you cold, as you haven’t left him unbothered, not possibly. If it was curiosity, interest, something different altogether – you had been staring. At him.

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The moment you locked eyes with him your world seemed to crumble. Feeling as though the floor beneath you fell apart, as though the sky tore open above you and sent heavy storms right to where you stood, Chan still behind you, not noticing your startled antics at first. It wasn’t possible, couldn’t be. Though, if you really thought about it – it was a big party, only a house party yet a big one, and the odds that he was a friend of a friend wasn’t hard to imagine. And yet it was strange, oddly confusing. Maybe not to see him in general, but to see him here, out of all places. Because tonight was supposed to provide an opportunity to forget – forget him and any other nuisance you needed desperately to forget. And having him here now, standing mere feet away from you, leaned against the counter of the bar so pretendingly careless, a physical reminder of the man that had only lived in your head for weeks – it was strange, oddly confusing.

And then your view was blocked, and Chan’s chest was in your direct vision.

���Babe, you good? Do you know him?”

You wanted to scream, shove Chan out of the way, run and reach the stranger you’ve felt so pulled to, so connected to. You wanted to tell Chan everything, spill your hearts out to him, admit to him every of your secrets you’ve been holding onto within yourself. You were ready to give him up right now, and the thought itself was so utterly stupid that it took you a step back, from Chan, from the stranger whom you hoped was still standing there, would still be standing there for the rest of the night, would maybe even come up and talk to you. You looked up at your boyfriend – oh how you hated that word – and didn’t make a sound, didn’t deny nor confirm his question. Because even if you did say something, even if you did spill your hearts out; you weren’t cheating, not physically nor emotionally. Saying you knew the man would be a lie, saying you didn’t would be one either. Nothing you could say would be appropriate, and it frustrated you. Hurt you, because everything you’d say would hurt Chan, either way.

And the night had been going so well, before he made presence in your vision. Chan hadn’t been the happiest to be dragged to a party, needed a lot of convincing to even start to consider a night out. But you had collected yourself, had sat him down and had talked, for hours. Had talked more than you have in ages, had cried together and promised each other that you’d be trying, from now on, trying harder and more passionately to fix the broken parts in your relationship. And the party had been fun, eventually. Chan had agreed to have a drink, the alcohol – and the lack of familiarisation to it – had him tipsy fast, and it was calming, to have seen him so careless. And you had danced, long and much, and you had kissed, slow and fast, and you had held each other for the whole night being. It was refreshing, it felt like old times, it felt like love for the first time in forever.

Until there’d been a shift in the atmosphere, until his face started flickering before your eyes, and you’d had the urge to pull your brains out. The air had started to feel thick, suffocating in a way it shouldn’t be pleasurable but was, nevertheless. But you had promised, to Chan and yourself, so you hadn’t paid attention.

Until you had seen him. And all the promises, all the talk and the crying, any effort you had been ready to make seemed like vanities, felt null.

“Y/N, answer me. Do you know this guy? Who the fuck is he?”

A slap back to reality, and your brain started working again. Back to your helplessness, because Chan’s question wasn’t a ‘no’ or ‘yes’ question, not in this situation. And again, both answers – if you did decide for the short version – would hurt him. Because eyeing a stranger must be as painful as staring down another man you knew.  

“No, I don’t. I don't know who he is.”

Your voice felt weak, nevertheless you screamed against the music, hoping Chan would overhear the shakiness in your words. Your boyfriend eyed you up and down, and his head turned for a split second, likely checking if the stranger was still looking. You hoped to God he wouldn’t. Or maybe you hoped he would.

“Then why the hell is he staring you down?” Chan’s eyes were on yours again, and your face heated up. In anger and frustration, or in fear, you weren’t too sure. You were angry that Chan couldn’t just let it go, didn’t believe you right away, angry at the stranger for appearing here, now, tonight out of all nights, and for further staring at you, despite seeing you with another man; and you were frustrated, because in that moment you didn’t want to be with another man, wanted to be with the stranger. And you were scared that Chan might read you, your thoughts that you have kept secret from him desperately.

“How should I know why he’s staring me down, he’s weird!? Why are you attacking me for it?”

You lashed out, unwanted, and it took you another step back. You needed to get out of here, get some fresh air, clear your head. The alcohol in your system didn’t make your situation any easier.

Another look of your boyfriend over his shoulder, and back to you. You didn’t want to fight, not in a place like this, not before the stranger, not while neither you nor Chan were fully aware of your actions, your words. You’ve had far too much to drink for arguments. You sighed; you debated simply leaving the situation, fleeing to the bathroom or the balcony, though that would give Chan a valid reason to suspect you, to bombard you with more questions about the stranger you didn’t know anything about, in all honesty. You knew you wouldn’t be lying to Chan, yet it would feel wrong to say that there was nothing at all, no secrets and no strangers that held more importance than they should be holding. You wouldn’t be truthful, and you didn’t want to lie to him.

“Alright, let’s go out for a bit and talk, yeah? Get some fresh air… come on.”

You weren’t in the mood to talk, nor in the mood to be with your boyfriend, but Chan must have seen your defeat, noticed your change in behaviour. Or maybe he had similar thoughts to you, maybe he simply didn’t want to cause a scene, in the midst of a dancing crowd that was suddenly far too loud for either of your liking, and Chan took you by the hand and dragged you with him, gen balcony, towards easement, and away from the stranger.

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He was panicking, looking for Jeongin in the middle of drunken faces and flashing lights, until he finally saw the pink haired man, standing in a circle of friends, red cup in hand, looking careles, and eyes blown out in intoxication. Hyunjin had to know. He needed to know who you were, what you were doing at this party. And, since he hasn’t seen you in a while, if you hadn’t gone home already. Not that Hyunjin had a plan, not that he had the courage to talk to you. But a desperate voice in him, a desperate and urgent pulling forbid him to stay and do nothing, at all. He could do as little as ask who you were, because Hyunjin wouldn’t forgive himself ceasing the moment altogether. And he knew it was pathetic, but love has never felt so close to him. Has never felt like he would let it slip through his fingertips if he didn’t act on it now, felt like he needed to make an effort, because the result would turn out for the best. He wasn’t one to believe much in destiny, but whatever spell you have put him under when you first crossed paths felt too inhumane to simply ignore. To simply brush off as dumb, and naïve.

When Hyunjin finally reached the younger friend, he was greeted by the strangers around him, and it took him everything to keep his calm and say a quick hello to the round, before dragging Jeongin with him, away from listeners, but if others could hear wasn’t really all that important to Hyunjin, not really. Only thing he needed to know was if Jeongin knew, if he could help him out of Hyunjin’s self-proclaimed misery.

“What’s up with you, you look like you’ve seen a demon. You good?”

The man took another sip from his cup; under different circumstances Hyunjin would have warned him to start taking it slowly, would have reminded Jeongin of his tolerance, though tonight Hyunjin couldn’t care less whether his friend woke up with a hangover the next morning or not. The only thing on his mind tonight was you.

“Listen, this girl I told you about, the one I’ve seen in the store, two weeks back-“

Hyunjin’s words a waterfall, but Jeongin rolled his eyes, annoyed, interrupting.

“Bro don’t start with that, c’mon. You came here to meet new people, didn’t you? Mix yourself into the crowd and-“

Hyunjin grew impatient.

“No, no, no, you don’t get me, she –. She’s here. Tonight. She’s here at this party, I saw her dancing.”

A look around the room from his friend, though Jeongin couldn’t possibly know your face. His mouth agape, his eyes wide as he locked them again with Hyunjin’s. Lips opening and closing as to say something yet being indecisive, perplexed, and Hyunjin’s gaze was one of impatient anticipation to hear Jeongin’s next words. Maybe he had a plan, and knew what to do. And he hoped to God he wouldn’t advise Hyunjin to just let it go.

“Wait… for real? She’s…-“, a moment of debating from his side, and Hyunjin could see the cogs in his head twirling, “bro then why are you talking with me, go up and talk to her! Ask her to dance or something?!”

Jeongin would have had a point, surely, if the situation wasn’t more complex than this. And his face dropped when Hyunjin told him about the whole encounter, about the other man, a presumable boyfriend, and that he simply needed to find out who you were; where you came from, what you were doing at this party, who you were invited by. For whatever purpose Hyunjin wasn’t too sure himself – he knew he didn’t have a chance, and he wasn’t one to pursue a person taken. Nor was he one to be persistent where it wasn’t welcomed, knowing to keep his distance wherever needed. And yet he simply needed to know. For his own satisfaction, maybe without any twisted intentions at all. It’d justly kill him if he kept wandering in the hidden, in the unknown. It’d justly ease his mind if he knew about you at best, though it would never be enough to ease his soul. But it had to be enough, for now.

“I don’t know man, you could ask Seungmin, it’s his party, he invited most people here. He might know her, or her boyfriend… if he is one.”, a concerned look from his friend, and then he spoke again, “You won’t do anything stupid, though, right? If he is her boyfriend, you forget her, yeah? I don’t care if you think it’s soulmate shit, if she’s taken you back off, don’t be an ass.”

It was almost humiliating what Jeongin thought Hyunjin to be capable of; yet only after a vocal reassurance did his friend let go of the matter, and promised Hyunjin to help looking for her.

But the man felt hopeless. Hyunjin felt defeated, frustrated. Angry, with himself. Angry that he ended up building expectations, angry that everything he told himself not to do – imagine things, let his mind go, fix his heart on only the image of a person – he ended up falling into the rabbit hole, nevertheless. Because it was a fact that he hadn’t known you, not enough to fixate on you, not enough to be sure you’d be available, ready, wanting to date if he only asked you. He could believe in soulmates and destined connections and found love all he wanted – it wasn’t the reality he lived in, and the sooner he got out of his head the healthier it’d turn out for him in the long run.

And in the flow of thoughts, in the lostness of worries and guilt, he saw your figure, by the end of the room; without the man Hyunjin oh so despised without knowing him a bit. You simply stood there as though unsure of your next steps and actions, stood there and let your eyes wander across the crowd; as though looking for someone. And a flicker of hope within Hyunjin wanted him to be the one you were searching for.

And then your eyes locked with his. Similar to before, they have found their way to fix with his gaze, because maybe he was the one you were looking for, because maybe you have wanted to know as well, simply know, clarify. Or maybe because it was coincidence, maybe your eyes have not been looking for his in the first place; yet they stayed on his ones, if he was the one you’ve been searching for or not, they didn’t back away even when Hyunjin held the gaze, when he wasn’t the first to break the eye contact.

And then you started walking towards him. Not after a moment of hesitation, after a second of what seemed like debating. Your strut was rather unsure, almost frightened. Yet you were going, towards him surely, couldn’t have another destination than him. And Hyunjin could only wait. He grew nervous, by the second – because what was he supposed to say, do, possibly? Should he wave you a smile? You didn’t know each other well enough for that. Should he simply look at you, without a reaction on his face whatsoever? It might come off as rude. And for the nth time that he thought about you it seemed dumb, but while you were making your way throughout the place of the living room Hyunjin knew that you knew. That you were only walking up to him because the day at the store hasn’t let you go either, because maybe you were longing for a love similar to the one he’s been searching for all these years. Because maybe the word soulmate wasn’t one you would laugh about like most of his friends, because you’d surely relate and understand if he only uttered the words.

And then you stood before him. Eventually.

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☆°. — 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : ᴏᴄʜɪsɪᴀ — moodboard

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Hyunjin wasn’t following you through your journey across his works, stood by his most current piece near the window of the room – he had explained before that natural light was the best to paint with, so grateful the room happened to face the west side. He stood and watched you, enchanted by your interest in him, in his most vulnerable thing, nervous if you’d end up liking it altogether – art was insanely subjective, and while Hyunjin never took it personally nor illy if people and critiques reacted rather negatively, he needed you to be of an opinion positive. He needed you to like whatever you saw, to maybe understand even, inspiration and emotion, thought process behind pieces and paintings. Though maybe that was too much to ask for, maybe to greedy of a wish to make. So Hyunjin stood watching you by the open window, hoping for simple contentment with his works from your side. Simple liking, nothing more. Because your validation was all he viewed necessary, from person least knowing of the subject yet most important value.

𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 —

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[hwajin]

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 — 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

chapter seven, teaser

release date: june 24th

the teaser will appear altered in the finished chapter

“You’d be beautiful to paint.”

Hyunjin decided maybe in that very moment that he’d fight, as long as you'd let him. That, as long as you visited him, the library, his studio, or merely your voice at night over the hushed speaker of his phone, when your boyfriend worked his life away, unapologetic of your own, that he would fight for you. For your love. For your heart.

“I made this. It's inspired by you."

He mumbled; you nearly asked him to repeat himself. Though the very moment you laid eyes upon the canvas every thought ceased to exist within you – you had never seen a painting, a work of art as delicate as the one he showed you, brought up from behind a pile of abstract looking pieces. It were hues upon hues, oranges and blues, light and dark composition, moulded together in a way you wondered how was humanly possible. Where one colour ended the next began, mixing where they met each other, connecting in strokes articulate, almost. As though the painting bore the ability to speak, telling you of its thoughts, of its longings and desires, of its love. Of Hyunjin’s love, ultimately – for he was the one who brought the painting to life. With you in thought, with you behind the lids of his eyes, with you engulfing his very being.

And you knew from maybe that moment that it was him. That it had always been him, the empty space within you, the wishing part of you, the one asking for contentment, for delicateness, for love within your life. That it had been him before you ever even grew to know him, that it had been him before you’d been placed on this earth, before you had walked the planet, altogether.

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#hyunjin fluff #hyunjin smut #skz smut #skz fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #🪔— twin flame

[hwajin]

#!! - 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ; ᴍᴜs ᴇ

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, hints of angst

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hyunjin x fem!reader, chan x fem!reader

— 𝐰𝐜: 2.6k

— 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it couldn't be possible to fall in love without exchanging a single word with a person. it couldn't be possible, yet hyunjin felt like he fell 10 feet and deeper, the moment he saw her.

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: hyunjin's a SIMP, lots of daydreaming and romantizising, another build up chapter before the fun begins <33

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She was like a cold wave, washing over him suddenly and robbing his lungs off oxygen, just as he was about to surface for some air to take a moment to breathe. He had walked past her at the very entrance of the store, her on the phone, him lost in his thoughts — he wouldn't have noticed her in the first place if there wasn't this seeming force, an urge almost that crossed his body right then and there. If because of her or something else was unclear, but she was the one he had locked eyes with, she was the one turning around the moment he did. And now she infiltrated his mind.

Hyunjin has never seen her around before – he surely would have remembered if he did – and it made him wonder if she was new in the area, if she had moved in just recently, perhaps. His go to store for spontaneous late nights with friends – which could never miss alcohol nor something to munch on while talking or watching a movie – wasn’t necessarily a known one for newcomers around, a secret place almost, only known by locals and residents, people whose history and life was bound tightly within the city. It would have been strange meeting a new face for the first time here, in particular – yet it had something interesting, made her more interesting. Because Hyunjin liked the idea, that someone who has just moved in, the city or the area only, enjoyed exploring the depths of where they would spend a part of their life in. He liked the idea that a person took it upon themselves and didn’t scare away from looking through foreign neighbourhoods, into less popular suburbs that were yet worth visiting and pretty enough seeing, far from the ever same sightseeing guides you could find on every corner of every city. To Hyunjin, cities held an importance he couldn’t quite explain, something he had always found fascinating. Cities held secrets and emotions and knowledge like nothing and no one else did, and moving into a new one always meant getting in touch with said wisdom, held the responsible to get familiar with its secrets and quirks, and its beauty, first and foremost; it wasn’t simply a place you lived in, it was a part of your life that you would call home for as long as you’d stay, a home that would take you into its embrace, temporary or not. It would paint you as much as you’d paint it, adding onto the canvas of multiple people prior to you, a wild collage of millions of people who call the same place home, if only in memories. Maybe it was because he himself never moved away, has spent his life from childhood all the way to his current life as a young adult in the same old place – maybe that’s why it fascinated him so much, moved him to see never ending change in the city he adored so much, was bound to and sentimental, almost, about any other city he visited. Because his own town shaped him so much, and because maybe he took part in shaping it as well.

And yet, if she wasn’t a newcomer in the area – why has Hyunjin never seen her? He was a regular in the shop, though it was small it had everything he needed and was just behind the corner to his small apartment. He was familiar with the owner, stayed to chat occasionally and especially during and throughout all of summer he found himself in the store a couple times a week at least, thirsting for water and never learning to bring his own bottle from home. He surely should have seen her if she too visited the shop every once in a while – and yet he hasn’t, yet she fully and unsolicitedly astounded his life in the shortest amount of time, with a simple look. For a split second Hyunjin figured that maybe they’ve both been in the store at the same time previously, yet simply didn’t cross paths inside and looked through different aisles, or didn’t much pay attention to surroundings and other customers – but that thought dissolved as quickly as it came; it hasn’t just been her eyes that so intensely affected him, not only the look she gave him that has made him want to go up to her and talk, about anything and everything, but talk, simply. It has been the feeling that occupied his insides, mainly, that fully occupied him from within and drowned him of any clear thought and sensation other than her when he walked past, when their bodies were closest, right at the entrance where she was standing. Right then, there was that feeling of bittersweet nostalgia, as though he has seen, felt maybe, something familiar in her that he couldn’t quite pinpoint, like a song that you hear yet can’t remember where you know it from, for the life of you. There was simply no possibility of her and Hyunjin being in the same room prior to this day – he knew he would have felt it, must have. Though admittedly, it sounded stupid, even in his head. The hopeless romantic in him wanted to believe that that was the case, badly so, that she was something close to his soulmate, someone he was destined to be with – because of a stupid feeling which could have been any and everything, which could have been a deja-vu, maybe he has simply seen her in the corner of his eye before, or went to the same school and his long term memory for whatever reason saved her in from years ago. The rational part of him knew that it was bullshit. And yet his incredibly corny and impossibly pathetic side couldn’t just quit hoping, expecting a next time. Already imagining how he’d go up and talk to her when she appeared in the shop again, just a simple ‘hi’ to start the conversation. Because maybe his gut feeling held some truth after all, because maybe it wasn’t always wrong to go after feelings one couldn’t quite explain. Maybe the ever searching and longing part of his persona would find what he needed with her, the love he always imagined and dreamt of.

The song that was blasting in his headphones and set his foot changed and he seemed to snap out with the help of it, chuckling at himself as he did. God he sounded dumb and so naïve, daydreaming about a stranger he hasn’t exchanged a single word with. After all she might have a boyfriend already, or maybe she wasn’t his type at all – which Hyunjin couldn’t quite imagine, yet it wasn’t impossible. Or perhaps, the most plausible option of them all; she simply wouldn’t be interested in him after he’d asked for her number. Hyunjin wouldn’t necessarily call himself a player, his luck with girls decent in his opinion, yet at a minimum. Which never much bothered himself, but in relation to her it suddenly made him feel insecure and unsure, made him question his skills in dating at all. He knew he had never been known as a big flirter, preferred to be his natural self when getting to know a person he showed interest in. It has worked with the people he’s dated so far, but Hyunjin knew not everyone liked the toned-down type of flirting, if one could call it flirting at all. He knew for some people it seemed like disinterest, to simply talk and laugh together, to ask questions and receive answers that revealed more and more of one’s character. For some it simply looked like polite conversation, yet for Hyunjin it was the key to get to know a person, to get a picture of their heart and how they ticked – but then again, not everyone was keen on making deep connections and dates altogether. Some people only flirted to flirt, or to go home with someone for one night only simply to forget all about them the next day. And though Hyunjin didn’t dare to judge those decisions – he had too many friends who didn’t want to dip their toes into relationships and partners, who simply enjoyed the fun of messing around with other people who were just as enthusiastic about only a fling for a night – he didn’t make himself out for that lifestyle either. There was as though a barrier in him that didn’t allow Hyunjin to give himself to another person as intimately and vulnerably as he’d like maybe, as his other friends simply could. He wasn’t shy, necessarily, yet he sheerly couldn’t open up to a mere stranger to the point of leaving with them for a steam filled night, even with enough alcohol in his system. He sometimes wished he could, though, could be a bit more outgoing, a bit less in his head, a bit less closed up in general, when it came to people and dating. Maybe that would give him more chances to find his ever so wanted soulmate. Yet maybe, he considered, it would give him even more heartbreak, even more failed relationships and disappointments, less and less hope to find what he was looking for. To bond with another on a deeper level, that held more than sex and one night stands. But then again – maybe she wasn't on his side with that one whatsoever. Maybe relationships tired her, maybe she’d never want anything serious from him at all. The question that Hyunjin asked himself, though – would he accept that? Would he, upon getting to know her better and ending up liking her, do that to himself? Would he like her enough to destroy himself for her, to accept that she and him would never be and that messing around from time to time, to awake in each other’s beds to disappear moments later was the furthest he would ever reach with her?

The song in his headphones changed yet again, tearing him out of his thoughts. He felt like a creep, realising he’s ended up imagining a life with a girl he yet had to exchange even one word with, once again for that matter, and he shook his head to rid himself off the thoughts of her. If he met her in the shop a second time – or anywhere, that is – he’d simply try and make a hopefully decent move, ask for her number and if she’d be down to grab a drink together; and if he didn’t, if she happened to never appear before Hyunjin’s eyes again, if she vanished as abruptly as she emerged in the little shop, as though not real at all, as though Hyunjin was daydreaming altogether and simply wished for a love story within her, a love story that he started to give up on more and more the older he got, yet found a comfort in which he never seemed to be able to let go fully –.

He needed to stop, once and for all. Admittedly, it was almost amusing, how his mind could spiral into new fantasies over and over and how his brain never grew tired of fabricating the cheesiest novels in seconds; with a stranger fully unknown to him. Maybe he should quit reading romance, before he grew obsessed, inevitably. If Hyunjin didn’t get to see the girl in the store a second time, he’d simply continue on with his life like prior. He told himself that there was no further connection, no further reason he should be thinking about her. He found her interesting, attractive, and if she hadn't looked so busy, concerned almost on the phone, making him wonder who she could have possibly talked to, he maybe, just maybe, would have said hello.

Yet, that hasn’t happened, and so he made his way towards the cash register, telling himself to forget all about the stranger and to snap back to reality as best as he managed. It’s not like he wasn’t daydreaming normally, there were days where Hyunjin didn’t speak a word and spent hours alone with his thoughts and a book, or a pencil and paper and some music in his ears. He loved fleeing into worlds, created by him or other people, enjoyed finding himself in another world than the one known to him, the one he lived in. Though, it wasn’t much fleeing as it was adding beauty to the reality known to him. By art and music and literature, simply by any means he was capable of. He’s always had an eye on prettiness, in the smallest moments that other people never had enough attention, patience maybe, to take out and appreciate. The way the winter sun, cold yet bright enough to lighten up the store from within, the rays illuminating the dark wooden floors just enough to make the ground shimmer and make the room larger, ridding it off its greyness that winter imminently brought with it. The clouds weren’t as dark today either, Hyunjin noticed. He loved winter, enjoyed the cold, the holiday season, everything that came with it, yet he had to admit that the ever-sulking sky took a toll on him. It was nice to see some change, to feel a bit of warmth on his face at least. It was small stuff like this that got him going, nearly irrelevant details that he adored about each and every day anew.

Though his mom has always lovingly scolded him for it, told him more often than not to snap back into reality, it seemingly hasn’t helped. He put his groceries onto the counter, absentmindedly so, trying to stop himself from slipping back into thinking about her for the up tenth time, unapologetically. Forced himself to think about work, which was pleasant for the time being. He tried recalling his shifts, planning out his schedule for the week in his head. Just anything, everything to not think of a stranger, of her. The cashier – a new one, Hyunjin noticed, a young face he’s never seen around before, a student maybe who looked so overwhelmed and nervous that Hyunjin almost chuckled aloud, remembering his own school years – handed him his change, his lips moving to likely wish a good day; Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure, he hasn’t taken off his headphones and only recalled muffled words. He simply nodded and smiled, but the student was already busy with the next customer anyways, awkwardly and slightly helpless. Hyunjin held back another chuckle, oddly seeing himself in the young part timer, always a bit nervous and helpless around people, especially back when he was a teen. Hyunjin’s thoughts didn’t linger much longer on the subject though, his working shift already back behind his inner eye, trying to remember when Felix had asked him to hang out, hoping it wouldn’t cross over with his job. He too was a part timer, a small library profession he nothing but adored yet, at times, despised to be stealing so much of his time. It was necessary, of course, bills needed to be paid and food needed to be bought – and his actual plan, his estimated career as an independent artist, didn't provide him with that just yet. Though, that was a topic he was hard to talk on lately, inspiration as though left him without a warning and ideas suddenly not flooding his brain like they usually do, in dreams or the surroundings, people and buzzing life all around him. He was empty, his canvases were, and it frustrated him to no end. It made him doubt himself, worries creeping up on him, the risk he took with the career of choice and the knowing rate of failures in it too overwhelming in times like these.

And then, there was her again. Flooded his mind, the same picture of her simply because he has seen her only once, replaying within him over and over. Would he ever end up inspired by her? Was the feeling he had felt when he passed her, when Hyunjin had stood closest to her, and when their eyes had met for a moment that felt all too long – was that strange of a feeling enough to make him take out his brushes and simply start, without a thought in his head, simply her and this sensation leading his fingertips? Would she ever be capable, willing to be his muse?

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[hwajin]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 ⋆｡˚ — 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

.ﾟ‪‪ ˖ — maybe true love was a wish only for the foolish, simply for the people stupidly blinded by the delusory picture of it.

release date : december 20th

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[hwajin]

you ever just kick your feet at how insanely good your writing is

#i know my series is flopping but i am its' number one fan and i'm so invested i'm all like 'OMG NO WAY HE SAID THAT?????' while writing 😭 #i hope a couple ppl are excited because i am so so hyped to post it!! #🪔— twin flame #☆°.—kathy talks!!

[hwajin]

and what if i post my first chapter today

#I PLANNED TO POST ON THE 20TH #BUT #IDK #I DON'T WANNA WAIT IN ALL HONESTY #🪔— twin flame

[hwajin]

if i'll be able to hold up my plan the next twin flame chapter will be JUICYYYYY so many words and so many scenes idk if i'll finish in timeeeeee tho

#it might come like a biiiiiiit late but hopefully still on june 24th #like i didn't know i wanted to add as much as i'm adding but i want longer and less chapters so we gotta power through 💪🏼 #☆°.—kathy talks!! #🪔— twin flame

[hwajin]

FOURTH CHAPTER OF TF WILL BE SO LONG OMG I LOVE WRITING IT SM i'm kicking my feet over my own writing fr

#🪔— twin flame #shut up kathy

[hwajin]

is twin flame doing well enough for ppl to ask me questions about the story line and the characters like i'm so noisy i wanna talk about it

#🪔— twin flame #shut up kathy #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin smut #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff

[hwajin]

Hey! Just wanted to drop by and say the twin flame series is making feel so happy reading it!!! I usually don't give feedback because I suck at words, not an excuse but I love your wordings and the way you write. I CANNOT wait for the next chapter and the one after that. The way you build stories and paint people is truly admirable.

that means the whole WORLD omg THANK YOUUU <333 especially with the series i'm like begging for ppl to leave feedback because the lack of interaction is making me so unsure about it so the ask rlly means everything!!!

#this was so sweet fr thank youuu <333 #kathys asks #🪔— twin flame

[hwajin]

i'm finishing off my first chapter of twin flame i hole y'all are ready for a hell lot of angst :D

#i don't wanna spoiler too much but the series does start with a LOT of angst #i'm obsessed tbh #the first snippet is gonna be out quite soon i think too so! #🪔— twin flame #🎏 — updates

[hwajin]

I FINISHED MY SECOND CHAPTER OF TWIN FLAMES I WANNA POST EVERYTHING RN ALREADY SO BAD

#can you see i've never written a series before #i get so hyped for finishing chapters #the fact my brain capacity can keep up so far is amazing tbh #anyways december 20th be excited for chapter one KFKWKDNS #🪔— twin flame

[hwajin]

just finished reading twin flame ch.5 and it's already getting heated, but i have a theory for what's gonna happen next. mc is going to explain to chan what's the deal between them and hyunjin and chan will obviously won't take it well, but maybe they'll give their relationship a break to figure out their own feelings.....?? idk my head just wants mc and hyunjin to be together but also i want her to respect their relationship with chan. IT'S SO FRUSTRATING AHHHHH

AHHHH i won't deny nor confirm the theory BUT I LOVE THIS TAKE ON THE STORY only thing i'll say is there'll be lots of angst and heartbreak for sure so you're not far off with it being frustrating JFJWJFBS

#🪔— twin flame #kathys asks

[hwajin]

hi!! can i be added to your taglist for twin flame? ty!

hi! of course, thank you sm!!

#kathys asks #🪔— twin flame