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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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fast cars, slow kisses

summary. after a race with beomgyu, the night takes an unexpected turn

au. street racer (cars vroom vroom)!! also!! enha, lsfm and hwang minhyun cameo >_<

word count. 3,9k

warnings. uh so, yeah! blood, cursing (strong language if u will), one guy being misogynistic n talking shit, suggestive but not really, alcohol consumption

a/n. ngl i feel like it could be better? more racing n stuff but i’m pretty happy w the ending tho so… enjoy ^_^ also i never watched fast and furious so uh, that’s kinda ironic, aha!

also am i the only one who’s not over this concept? like i am still going insane thanks 😍

+++ if anyone is interested in reading a spin off about minhyun set in this au, go read crush on the track by one and only @slytherinshua !!! (i beg it’s so good)

the smell of gasoline filled your nostrils when you took a deep breath. with a corner of your eye you saw someone approaching you. tucking your hands in the pockets of your jacket you turn around to face them. it turns out to be your friends, le sserafim.

well, not all of them. lsfm – for short – is done with racing this season due to the training of their youngest members, who along with sakura, are walking towards you.

eunchae waved enthusiastically and you couldn’t help but mirror her smile.

“what’s up, youngsters?” you grinned, putting your sunglasses on top of your head.

“long time no see, huh?” sakura nodded and the younger girls high fived with you.

“y’know how it is…” you mumbled, leaning against your car.

“you’ve got this!” eunchae jumped excitedly, eyes scanning your vehicle

“of course i do. this beautiful beast never disappoints” a playful smirk painted on your lips as you noticed your rival in the crowd “and how’s your training going?”

“well we have to train more if we want to beat you some day but as for now… we’re pretty good” kazuha scoffed, earning a giggle from all of you

“oh, we better go!” eunchae stated upon seeing your rival’s car arriving “fighting! if you win you buy us tteokbokki!”

“yah!” you laughed after she ran off. sakura just shook her head

“beat his noisy ass” she hummed and you saluted dramatically

“yes ma’am”

your friends leave to watch you from the side. you and lsfm became friends even since they got into racing. being an only girl in your area got super boring so you were more than excited to see some new faces. chaewon and sakura used to race as co-drivers but then they formed a team and now they’re racing as they wish – with a co-driver or solo.

speaking of solo, you notice minhyun. he’s staring at your rival amused before looking at you. the former co-driver, now solo driver just like you, sticks his tongue out in a playful manner. you do the same, blowing a raspberry when you hear a laugh. you look at the source and notice beomgyu, your enemy.

quite literally.

“my arch nemesis” he whispered yet it was loud enough for you to hear.

“what’s up? ready to lose or should i give you some time to rethink your life choices?” you asked. beomgyu scoffed, crossing his arms.

“the only thing you’ll be rethinking is your future” he bit back, cocking an eyebrow.

“we’ll see about this one. if i keep winning with you all the time i might consider my next location though” a teasing tone of your voice made him roll his eyes “it’s getting boring, y’know?”

he was about to say something when a flagger approached the start line. you took it as a sign and both of you entered your cars.

as you reached your way to the top of racing world, beomgyu was quite the pain in the ass. you managed to win a couple of times against his teammates. and against him, too. but if someone was to draw a graph of the statistics it would be a sinusoid: you won one race, then beomgyu did. then you again, then him… over and over. you started getting sick of him in general: his snarky comments, loud shouting, the confidence in his voice, his ridiculously attractive voice–

“–‘s race! we have thursday’s child of tomorrow by together…!” the announcer pointed at beomgyu’s car, a loud round of applause hitting your ears. he dramatically wiped his eyes as if touched by the support and then winked at you. “and over here we have the first female champion of last year’s races! make some noise for furious!”

you lazily curled the corner of your lips, saluting. the nickname was a bit dumb and so obvious that you were inspired by fast and furious movie saga but at the beginning of your career you thought it was cool. eunchae told you once that after stepping out of the car you do look a bit furious no matter if you win or lose. which might be true because during the ride, you let your negative emotions go; hence the furrowed brows and all.

regarding beomgyu, you didn’t really know the origins of his nickname. it was creative, you’ll give him that. but in this sport the strangest nickname, the less chances the cops will find out your real identity… or so you hoped.

“ready?”

both of your cars’ exhaust pipes made a loud, growling noise. you looked at niki, the youngster who was the flagger today. you sent him finger guns and he did the same, a huge smile blooming on his face.

“three… two… one… go!”

with a gust of wind niki’s hair flew in different directions, both cars passing him by milimeters. before he managed to turn around to look at the vehicles, you were already far away.

you saw the neon sign that signalled you to take a turn. that’s what you liked about racing, too. sure, riding on a race track that you’ve already been to is nice. but the thrill of new locations is much more fuelling, especially after dark. the sun was about to set, sky glowing with vibrant oranges. normally you’d stop and watch but now you were busier with out catching beomgyu.

taking a sharp turn you managed to make him to slow down. shifting the gear stick to a another level, the car made a loud noise and you sped up. taking a glance at beomgyu in the mirror you huffed. asshole.

shaking your head you focused on the road, scanning the flashing lights of that showed you the directions. putting the pedal to the floor, knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel you took a deep breath.

because you were on a schedule and went first, you and beomgyu had to finish ten laps. then yunjin was racing with yeonjun and so on. you agreed on racing only for 10 so the younger ones have more fun. besides… tomorrow is saturday and you really needed to rest.

throughout the whole race beomgyu was in front of you a couple of times. thanks to your love and passion for making sudden drifts at turns, you managed to put him into the wall. he didn’t crash, of course, but had to slow down.

the sky gradually turned navy, the darkness overtaking the whole track. only a couple of red lights at the finish line blinked in the distance.

you opened your window when you started approaching it. with a whistle of wind you crossed it, cheers erupting from the crowd. beomgyu arrived shortly after you, just when you took off your helmet. niki walked up to you and cheered loudly. throwing your head back while laughing you patted his back. beomgyu walked up to you, a playful smile on your lips.

“i went easy on you” he grunted. you extended your hand, the manners stronger than your dislike towards him, scoffing.

“mhm, whatever makes you sleep at night” a hum left your mouth and he shook your hand. he was holding your hand a little too tightly but let go suddenly, eyes widening.

minhyun walked up to you, patting your back.

“good job. i wish it was a little brighter so i could see your drifting skills in full glory but i guess your win is good too” he hummed.

“shut up” you scoffed, punching his arm “are you staying or…?”

“yeah, i’ll stay for a bit. are you parking the car or should i do it?” he asked, pointing at your keys. minhyun kept your car at his place since it would be too suspicious for a average student to own a racing car.

“i’ll do it. maybe i’ll dig around in your garage” you sent him a toothy grin. minhyun just rolled his eyes.

entering your car again you noticed beomgyu looking at you with a pensive look on his face.

without giving it any more thought you drove away, turning on the radio. your heart still pumping with adrenaline, you let out a shaky breath.

beomgyu stayed until the end. yeonjun lost against jay, soobin won with sunghoon and niki raced with kai for fun.

“not your day, huh?” he heard heeseung’s voice. he turned around and grunted,

“tell me about it” beomgyu rolled his eyes and pointed at niki “he’s got some potential though”

“yeah… beer? me and some other guys are going to the bar nearby” heeseung grinned.

“you know i never say no to beer” beomgyu laughed “let me just tell my idiots”

a short moment later they all met up in the bar, except the youngest ones. some other fans that were watching the races were there too.

beomgyu let out a heavy sigh and looked over at heeseung.

“what?” he grunted upon realising his friend was staring at him.

“i’ve noticed something, you know?” the oldest member of enhypen racing team smiled mischievously.

“that’s what your eyes are for” beomgyu murmured and took a sip of beer.

“we know you’re salty after losing but let it go, beomgyu” soobin, his leader, nudged him. heeseung smirked and shook his head after catching yeonjun’s curious gaze.

“we’ll talk later, let’s change the subject. did you watch the football game yesterday?” he asked, a lively conversation breaking out.

an hour passed by and beomgyu had to go to the bathroom. he didn’t drink too much but his vision got a little blurry once he stood up.

after he finished and washed his hands, while leaving the room he overheard a conversation.

“that girl, huh? i don’t believe it” one man, who was bald, said

“what do you mean?” his companion asked

“it’s a girl, dumbass” the bald one laughed loudly as if it was the funniest thing ever “no way in hell she beat thursday’s child”

“yeah… it’s a bit weird” his friend grunted

“i bet they’re a couple. or she just slept with some guy to win… whore” the bald guy spat out.

adrenaline and alcohol rushing through beomgyu’s veins lead him towards the guy. it all happened in a blink of an eye: him grabbing the bald guy’s shirt, throwing a left hook on his face, the other guy’s screaming. the punch was so strong that the guy landed on the floor. beomgyu pinned him down and tried making another punch

“she’s skilled, you fucking misogynist” he spat out.

“what the fuck?” the bald man grunted and managed to duck the attack and roll away. beomgyu, a bit dizzy, stood up and realised what he did. well, too late…

“what’s your problem, man?!” was all he heard before a sharp wave of pain spreading through his face. he took a few steps back due to the impact.

“my problem? it’s you who can’t understand that women can be good at male dominated sports? or are you just jealous because your life is so pathetic?” beomgyu spat out and the guy grabbed his shirt.

“who are you to talk?!” before the bald guy hit him again, beomgyu put his forearms in front of his face in order to protect his face from getting hurt. then he took a chance and managed to get out of the man’s hold and attacked him again.

“wait, is that… beomgyu?” he heard heeseung’s voice.

“what? no, he’s here! right, beomgyu?beomgyu–?!“ soobin’s shouts faded when another throw was aimed at the brown haired boy’s head resulting in ringing in his ears.

if you weren’t in the kitchen, having a 2am snack, you probably wouldn’t hear the aggressive knocking at your front door.

still with the spoon in your mouth you opened the door and your eyes widened upon seeing… beomgyu.

“what’s up, baby girl?” he smirked, leaning against the doorway. you were to shut your door when you noticed the awful state of his hands… and face.

“what the fuck, choi?” you grunted, removing the spoon.

“i was just having a midnight walk and decided to pay you a visit” he sent you a toothy grin

“just tell me who did you annoy this time or i’m closing the door” you sighed, crossing your arms. you wouldn’t, though. his brow was busted, nose bleeding and not to mention the huge bruise forming on his cheek bone.

he sighed, scratching his neck. you saw a glimpse of his knuckles covered in blood.

“i just got into a bar fight, that’s all. you should–“ he started sheepishly.

“… see the other guy, yeah yeah. just… come in. don’t you have a first aid kit at your place?” you grunted and closed the door after he walked in “wait, how do you even know where i live?”

“uhh… spidey senses? also, that’s a quite pretty place you have here” beomgyu shrugged. you walked over to the sink, throwing the spoon in, hiding the ice cream you were eating and pointed at the table in your dinning room.

“sit down. if i see you snooping around you’re being kicked out. and kicked in your ass” you huff, looking at him threateningly. the light was better inside so now you saw other scratches on his face.

“yes ma’am” beomgyu breathed out and obediently sat down where you told him to.

he zoned out while looking at the picture hanging on the wall. you and minhyun, his arm thrown over yours as you did bunny ears behind his head. pft. you looked like a couple.

the sudden thud of you placing the first aid kit down on the table made him jerk, his knees jumping up and hitting the table.

“stop daydreaming and tell me what happened” you ordered, looking for hydrogen dioxide.

“i was just looking at your boyfriend” he grunted, missing the thundering look you gave him.

“minhyun is like a brother to me. i’d rather date you than him. besides, he already has a girlfriend” you mumbled, realising what you said. beomgyu didn’t seem to catch it though, so you moved on quickly “whatever. i’m patching you up so you owe me an explanation”

beomgyu sighed.

“we went drinking and… i just had to put some rational thoughts into some guy. with my fists, that’s all” he said and his eyes widened when you tenderly grabbed his chin and propped it upwards, forcing him to look up at him.

“we? also, are you still drunk?” you asked and your features suddenly softened “i’m sorry but this will sting a bit”

beomgyu hissed when you pressed a cotton pad with the liquid on it, cleaning his open wounds.

“me and my team and also heeseung, jay, jake and sunghoon” beomgyu sighed “and i’m not drunk. i was. but the fight really sobered me up, y’know?”

“i assume. so, if i call soobin will he tell me the truth?” the question left him silent. you wiped the blood trickling from his nostrils gently.

he sighed again, closing his eyes.

“you’re a bad liar, choi. i noticed it the first time we met” you laughed quietly but there was no venom in your words “careful, here i go again”

he focused on the gentle touch of your fingers on his chin. suddenly you halted and he could hear your focused breathing.

“are you hungry?”

his eyes shot open, widening in surprise. then, his lips curled upwards almost recreating a v shape.

“actually, i am. whatcha got?” he asked. you went to the kitchen and beomgyu brushed his fingers against the spot where yours were just seconds ago. returning back with some milk bread he just noticed the way your hands were shaking.

“so you just beat up a guy for fun?” you asked. beomgyu scoffed and grabbed the bread, sinking his teeth in it. gosh, he was starving.

you carefully put a bandage on his brow, your own knitting due to the focused state you were in. he was munching slowly and suddenly you realised how his cheeks were dusted in a pretty, pink shade.

“well… he was taking shit about you” beomgyu blurted out after he swallowed, looking at you with his big doe eyes. you’d assume his blushing was caused by the alcohol in his system but the truth is… beomgyu realised how you were standing between his legs, so close to him.

“what?” you whispered, frowning.

he shrugged and took another bite.

you grabbed a nearby chair and sat on it, grabbing his right hand. you put some hydrogen dioxide on the wounds on his knuckles too, causing him to curse.

“what the fuck? why didn’t you warn me?” he grunted with his mouth full. your mind was racing, and so was your heart. did this mean that beomgyu – the guy who hated you with passion – stood up for you? and got into a fight?

“stop thinking so intensely, you’ll pop a vein” beomgyu chuckled but it became clear to him what you just realised too “it’s not what you think, i still hate you…”

his voice trailed off. you bandaged his knuckles in silence, heart thumping against your rib cage so hard, you thought it might break out any second.

“…he was just being misogynistic, that’s all” he added quietly after a while.

“are you sure it’s not because you like me?” you teased with a playful smile and looked up, expecting him to throw a snarky comment at you.

instead, you were met with his soft gaze on you and his pretty lips slightly parted. your smile dropped slightly, eyes locked with his. for a while though because his gaze shifted to your lips momentarily.

you gulped, trying to shake off the urge to… kiss him…?

“all done. patched up. you should take a shower though because you smell like a bar itself–“ you mumbled, looking up.

“can i kiss you?” beomgyu breathed out suddenly, his ebony eyes sparkling with adoration.

you nodded slowly, grabbing his hand. you intertwined fingers with his gently, beomgyu stood up and leaned in, cupping your face with his free hand. it was a bit harsh and calloused against your burning cheek, but his lips; oh his lips. they were pillowy, making you melt into the kiss. it was nothing but a loving kiss, reassembling a way that lovers kiss after they reunite after a long while without seeing each other. slow but sensual made your head spin and heart race faster than your car couple hours before.

your other hand travelled to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. beomgyu hissed suddenly, pulling away.

“did i hurt you?” you asked, eyes widening in worry. he shook his head, a goofy smile on his face.

“i thought i was dreaming for a moment” he murmured and his hand slid down to your chin, propping it up slightly “and i was getting uncomfortable”

the taste of sweet bread he was eating earlier lingered on your lips. beomgyu leaned in again but you playfully tilted your head.

“wait, are you really kissing me? your arch nemesis?” a teasing hum left your mouth. he just rolled his eyes

“shut up” he grunted and kissed you again, your lips curling into a smile.

air was knocked out of your lungs one more time, his plush lips a cause of that. this time though you could taste the beer on his tongue. which reminded you of–

you leaned away, beomgyu panting.

“what?” he breathed out, chasing back after your lips.

“i know i’m irresistible but take a shower, you stink” you let out a soft laugh “and we’ll talk in the morning, okay? you must be tired”

“oh… yeah, sure” he nodded.

you showed him the way to the bathroom and gave some fresh clothes (minhyun’s shirt that you stole once). then you had a fifteen minute fight about who’s going to sleep on the couch and eventually you got it (by winning in a rock paper scissors)

you would lie if you said that you slept well. no, it wasn’t the couch. your mind was racing with thoughts: why did he kiss you? will he remember it? because what if he was still drunk? will it… lead to something else?

you hated beomgyu, sure, but that was because you were rivals in what you did. you never really… met him. and this all… was different. nice. got your heart warming up. you promised yourself that once you wake up in the morning and he’s gone, you’ll act like none of this never happened.

the sound of metal clanking and the smell of… burnt food was what woke you up. jolting forward from the couch you saw beomgyu wandering around in the kitchen, humming something.

“you know that for arson you can be up to 10 years in prison?” you asked, lazily standing up from the couch. he squealed, surprised by your sudden appearance.

“you woke up” he laughed, taking a sip of tea.

“i did. and you’re trying to burn my house down?” you cocked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. beomgyu shook his head, placing two plates on the counter.

“i did. but i changed my mind and made pancakes” he hummed and took them to the dining room. you watched him in awe, heart fluttering. he stayed.

you sat down, staring at the food.

“i felt a little guilty you slept on the couch. and i was hungry, so…” he shrugged and started eating. but he stopped upon seeing you gazing at the pancakes with a small smile “i promise i didn’t poison it… although it was tempting”

“that’s not it. i’m just thinking… do you– well, why did you…” you trailed off, not sure how to put your thoughts into words. beomgyu understood, his features softening.

“y/n, the moment i saw you for the first time after the first race you won with taehyun i was whipped. i’m not kidding you” he said, your eyes widening. beomgyu chuckled, bright smile adoring his face “yes, i liked you. i have liked you for two years now… well, i still do… it’s just… the emotions after the race and all… we just didn’t start off too good and uh… shit happens”

you snorted, suddenly the way you caught him staring way too many times suddenly making sense.

“so if you want to forget about the kiss and all of that happened, i’d be sad but i’ll understand. and also… thank you. for patching me up and not… kicking out” he said, looking at the bandages on his knuckles

“i’m a bit surprised, i’m not going to lie… but… what do you want to do now?” you asked, blush creeping on your face. mischievous glint sparkled in his eye and you knew you’re doomed.

“i can take you on a date or two, for a romantic ride in my fast car” he smiled boyishly, suddenly leaning closer and whispering “and then we’d make it official and could make out on the back office of our usual racing track… y’know, keeping the facade we still hate each other…”

“shut up” you grunted, looking away,

“awwh, did i make you shy?” he cooed, pushing the plate with your pancakes closer “eat up and i’ll take you for a ride, huh?”

“only if we race there” you grunted, a smile lingering on your lips. beomgyu grinned and it’s safe to say it was the fastest way you’ve ever eaten (wolfed down) your breakfast.

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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THE BEST VOICE IN DAEHO

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing & they're a little whipped for each other tbh hehe. pairing. husband!seo yul x wife!reader. wc. 1.2k. a/n. yeah i'm delusional for him..... ugh hwang minhyun and all his characters <33 i love him guys :(

“You never told me you could sing.” You said softly from the doorway, gazing fondly into the room where your husband sat, flipping through a spell book. He looked up with wide eyes, his cheeks dusting a light pink. He hadn’t realized that you had been watching him for the past 10 minutes.

“I can’t.” He shook his head, acting as if he hadn’t just been absent-mindedly humming one of your favourite songs.

You crossed your arms and walked over to where Yul was sitting, “I don’t believe you.” You insisted. Your hands rested on his shoulders, massaging them gently to work out the stress they held. Yul sighed, eyes fluttering shut.

“This is why I shouldn’t allow you in the study.” He muttered, though he only leaned into your touch, showing no signs of wanting you to leave.

“The door was left open, though? If anything, I think that was a sign that you were hoping I’d come in at some point.” A smile grew on your face at the suggestion you were making. You and Yul both knew that he had just forgotten to close it because he had been too scatterbrained. You always kissed him before he left to work on something, leaving him flustered every time.

“I was hoping to finish reviewing this book of spells before it goes to get copied and sent to Jeongjingak…” He trailed off, tilting his head up to look at you with shining eyes. You just shrugged and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Well, I was hoping to hear more of my lovely husband’s singing that he chose to hide from me for 2 years.” You laughed as Yul sighed again. You knew all his weaknesses, one of the biggest of which was when you called him your husband. It made his heart melt whenever he was reminded of it— that he was really truly yours forever and ever.

After successfully working out the knots in his shoulder, you moved a little higher, your fingers gently starting to work on his neck. You had him more than distracted by the pleasant massage and he tilted his neck a little to the side so you could more easily work on it. You moved a little closer to press a kiss to the side of his neck, hearing the small hitch in Yul’s breath because of it made you smile.

“I guess I’ll finish this later.” Yul whispered with a small smile, closing the spellbook and placing it on top of a stack of books on the table. You laughed slightly at your victory, your breath hitting Yul’s neck and causing goosebumps to spread on it. You pressed one more long kiss to his adam’s apple before pulling away.

“I want to hear you sing. I’m sure you’ll sound good.”

“I think you should lower your expectations, my love. I’ve never studied how to sing.” He said simply, but you shook your head.

“My expectations are extremely high, so don’t disappoint me.” You joked, though it wasn’t entirely sarcastic. You had high expectations for everything your husband did, only because he seemed to be so good at anything he tried. He excelled in so many areas, and you would truly never get tired of seeing his proficiency. Whether it was spells, sword-fighting, bird whistling, writing letters, or kissing, he was an expert in all areas.

The last two, you were especially familiar with. You had received dozens of letters from Yul before you were engaged, and each one was as heart-fluttering as the first. As for kissing… Well, you had daily reminders that there was no one that kissed better than him.

You weren’t quite sure how his lips were always so pillowy soft. In your two years of marriage, that had still stayed a mystery to you. You could daydream about the way his lips moulded with yours like an elegant dance, a perfect balance where neither was overbearing the other. He always kissed you with a gentleness that had you dizzyingly falling even deeper for him.

Yul took a breath and closed his eyes, starting to softly sing the song he was before— this time from the beginning. It started out slow, deep honey-like notes blending together to create a glorious melody. His voice was soft and gentle; exactly what you would’ve expected from him. But it was somehow so much more than you could’ve imagined.

It wasn’t just soft, it was rich as well. As the song progressed to its chorus and the notes climbed higher and higher, he didn’t falter. His high notes sounded just as clear and perfect as his low notes did, and you quickly fell into the trance his voice had created. You wanted to hear him sing forever now that you had discovered this hidden treasure.

The song came to an end far too quickly, though you were sure he had been singing for at least four minutes. But four minutes just wasn’t enough— you craved more of the intoxicatingly sweet sound of his voice. He blinked open his eyes and smiled shyly at you.

“I hope it didn’t disappoint you?” He asked, still a little embarrassed about singing in front of you for the very first time. Of all the people on the earth, he wanted to impress you the most. He knew you were already his, and even if he failed at something it wouldn’t change your image of him, but the satisfaction of pleasing you was something he never got enough of.

“I didn’t know I married the man with the best voice in Daeho.”

Yul flushed at your comment, “I’m sure I don’t have the best voice in Daeho.”

“Well, it’s all subjective isn’t it? And I meant it when I said it.” You clarified and leaned a little closer, “Can you sing for me again?”

Yul couldn’t possibly say no to you, especially not when you were looking at him with such soft love-stricken eyes. He seemed to get lost in them all too easily, glimmering as if the entire night sky of stars was captured in your irises. He leaned in slowly, not even realizing that he was drifting closer and closer to you until he felt your breath on his lips. He closed his eyes again and quickly captured your lips with his.

If it was anyone else, he would’ve been bothered that his work had been interrupted.

If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t have believed that they were telling the truth when they said he had the best voice.

And if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t have felt so shaken with the warm feeling of butterflies and comfort and adoration and love.

But it was you, so Yul didn’t particularly mind you distracting him; in fact, he couldn’t deny that he even liked it. Especially when it ended like this: with his lips on yours, the sweet taste of your lips ending up on his by the end of it.

“Of course I can sing more… Whatever you’d like.”

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tbzhours · 1 year

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universe

juyeon x you, soulmate au, royal au, angst

[summary] juyeon can see your past and you can see his future, yet he always wonders about the fallen tears in your eyes [words] 2.3k [a/n] inspired by minhyun’s universe ♡

Juyeon had sneaked out of the palace grounds, wearing out of his royal attire as he walked into the crowded street market. He smiled, watching the harmonious business running smoothly in his town and the bargaining conversations filled with laughs and the birds chirping above. There was a proud look on his face before he walked past a jewelry stand, him taking a few steps behind to look at the persian blue bracelet that caught his attention.

As if it was calling his name while the owner of the stand smiled silently, Juyeon reached for it as his hand brushed against another. He didn’t realize you were standing next to him, a stranger who he felt he had seen before. He became breathless, seeing your past run through his mind like he knew everything about you.

For you, you could see his future. He was in a royal attire, holding your hand as he took you through the white flower fields. Your smiles were exchanged, your cheeks flush in red as your heart rushed throughout your veins.

“You must be…?” Juyeon broke the silence, catching you staring still at him. He wanted to continue but he couldn’t leave your eyes too, astonished to find you, his soulmate, in such a crowded place.

“And you must be… Prince Juyeon?” You assumed, knowing he’s really the prince of your town. There was a pause before he laughed. He never thought he’d hear his name being mentioned outside of the palace. He was fond of your small smile and his lips grew, quite amused at everything that was happening in just a matter of seconds.

It didn’t take long for the day to turn to night when you both spent time together after that first moment, learning about each other more. You both were walking on the beach that night, your thoughts filled with just him as your heart calmed at the breeze. His hands were always on his back, one holding the other; you noticed. It must be the way of the royalties, you thought. It must be why he’s quiet. You stole a look and wondered what’s going on in his mind.

Juyeon looked over at you, catching your gaze and it made him smile away when your smile grew as big as the shining moon. He wasn’t used to it, falling so easily that his heart kept racing at the sound of your breath. He didn’t even have the courage to hold your hand so he took a deep breath, stopping at the edge of the waves. Watching you go, he didn’t know if he was ready to take you into the royal walls.

It took you days to figure out Juyeon’s quiet nature. He was the next prince to be wedded and he must have been careful with his choices as a royal descendant. In fact, that was why it took a few weeks before he finally brought you in, meeting his father and mother, the king and queen, as well as the other important royals roaming in the walls.

The visit was welcoming yet, a little off. All eyes were staring, like you weren’t invited; an intruder who wasn’t approved of. All wonderings about who you may be became real when Juyeon announced to them that you were the one he’d wed.

Arrangements were made right away that you’d be living in the palace until the wedded day, which was in a few days.

While the palace hustled, Juyeon sneaked into your room one night. He must do that often, you wondered when you were on the balcony of your room. The stars were dancing along beside the moon in the dark sky, as if they were whispering love secretly. You counted his steps to you until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You didn’t say a word and cupped his hands with yours. He planted a light kiss on your temple, somehow comforting enough that you didn’t have to turn around to look at his sweet face.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Juyeon whispered, a sigh following when he looked up at the sky. Your light pat against his hand was an answer and when he turned to look into your beautiful eyes, he was smiling. It made you wonder how he could be so loving even at this moment of tension within the walls. “I can read it on your face.”

It’s harder because of how comfortable his touches had become. Your lips peeked a smile then you turned yourself around so you could hug him back. Your hand found its way to his cheek, your thumb rubbing lightly there. Your feared eyes gazed in his as you whispered to him, “It’s not at all if you’re here with me.”

Juyeon slowly kissed your lips, his lingering there in softness as if he never wanted to leave yours. He led you inside and laid you down on your bed.

The way he touched you tonight, you knew you didn’t have to be scared of anything.

The next morning, you woke up to a bad dream, a dream of him going through a course of losing you. You honestly thought all of those future scenes you kept seeing were over when you saw all of the happy moments of Juyeon’s life. They all seemed to vanish when all you could remember was you dying in his arms to what it seemed like the day of the wedding and the tears in his eyes, calling for you.

Your outfits were hung in your room beside the vintage dresser and you remembered Juyeon slipping the bracelet that you both had reached for, onto your wrist last night. You thought it was silly of him to get a matching set and he had reasoned it was to remember your first meeting. That memory attempted to calm the tension in your mind as you held him tighter in your arms.

You felt him moving, a guess that he had woken up at the sound of your beating heart. You faked a smile, looking up at his tired face that was so handsome.

“Were you even allowed to sleep in my room?” You asked, which made him giggle, his voice vibrating ran through your chest.

“Of course. I can do whatever I want.”

“Really? Then I can do whatever I want too.” You planted a good morning kiss on his forehead. You could feel him smiling when he brought his hand up right behind your ear, giving you a kiss on the lips instead.

There was a moment of silence when you both pulled back. Juyeon, of course, loved finding the sparkles in your eyes; they’re irresistible yet you found yourself seeing a blur. He caught it, his hand now at the edge of your eye to prevent any tears from falling.

“Should we visit the beach today?”

You enjoyed a nice breakfast with Juyeon before you were given a short tour around the palace. Quickly after, you both headed for the beach visit, like how you both had done the first time you both met.

You both were walking, hand-in-hand, along the edges of the waters as he reminisced that night he couldn’t hold your hand. It’s amazing to him that he could now.

You, on the other hand, haven’t asked him how his relationships were with the people of the palace, but instead, you were distracted by the way he smiled just now. He was in his head, you could tell and it made you smile too.

“I have to wake up early tomorrow. The maids said it’ll take a while to get me in my outfit and makeup before we can meet.” Your arms swung together in unison as your bracelets brushed each other.

“All of that just for me?” His smile turned into a grin and you were surprised that you almost laughed.

“You mean, us.” You looked away at your walking feet, feeling them sinking into the sand in every little step as your laugh tickled his ears.

“Of course.” Juyeon stopped in his tracks and pulled you to him so you could face him. The breeze was blowing against his hair while the sunset casted its orange light on the side of his face. Your eyes began to tear up, you’d blame the wind. His hand reached your cheek, caressing it, and he assured you, “And if anything happens, I’ll make sure to protect you.”

You saw the softness in his eyes as he was probably thinking about what you’ve been through. Smiling was all you could do if you knew what would happen tomorrow.

The next morning, Juyeon woke up to you not at his side. He recalled your conversation from the night before, seeing your white outfit gone. He couldn’t wait to see you.

A few hours after he had gotten his black suit on, there was a knock on your door. He turned around from the mirror, not expecting a visitor, especially if he had been sleeping in your room.

A messenger had relied on an order from the King, asking him to visit. Juyeon headed over to his father’s chamber, finding him looking out the window. It wasn’t a good sign, Juyeon sensed, and it must have something to do with you.

The king turned around, expecting Juyeon there.

“What is it that you had called for me, father?” Juyeon asked, his head lowering with an arm over his abdomen.

His father cleared his throat and looked away. “I believe you knew about (Y/n)’s escape.”

“They would not.” Juyeon looked up. His voice became stern, as if he was determined to fight for your life. “We are meant to be together, father. You know that.”

“Your stars do not align, the fortune said.” His father had not given his son a look and he continued as he looked out the window again. “Even if they do, I do not allow you to marry someone I do not approve of.”

“You know that’s not fair.” Juyeon took a step closer to his father though still so far. “What about you and mother? If you were able to be together, knowing you were meant to be, then how could you not allow me to face the same? Isn’t that the rules of life?”

“You, my son, do not disobey my words!” His father finally looked at him when he raised his voice.

“I must if you had taken away my happiness.” Juyeon confessed in a stern yet soft sound, making his father speechless.

“You-”

“Where have you taken them?” He interrupted and as he left the room, he had his sword in hand.

On the way back to your room, Juyeon saw his mother walking, fast-pacing through a hallway. He followed her, noticing the locked door where she had walked away from and he knew you were in there.

Unable to open it by hand, he had to kick it a few times before the doors opened. The room was dark as soon as the doors closed from behind. Looking in the distance, there was a glimpse of you in your wedded outfit but as he ran to you, he stopped at the sudden mirrors of you. His eyes widened, staring at each of them in confusion as if it was an illusion.

It was a trap. Juyeon knew you were in one of them somehow, and he had to be careful when breaking these mirrors with the sword in his hand. Hurting you was the last thing on his mind as he took an attempt, breaking one after another successfully until there was only one of you. Seeing the real figure of you, last standing a few feet in front of him, clinched his heart. He was out of breath, watching how beautiful your tears wet your cheek. He walked up to you before you fell off your feet. He caught you in his arms before you could reach the floor.

Slowly falling onto his knee with you in his arms, he whispered your name, in hopes that you’d open your eyes. The light from the little window at the end of the room casted a perfect round light against the both of you when you exhaled, eyes barely meeting his.

“Sorry.” You managed to say.

“For what?” Juyeon’s voice aspirated quietly because he didn’t want you to know he was crying. Your soft smile made his tear drop onto the side of your cheek where he was caressing.

“I saw this scene yesterday, you using your sword on me… me dying in your arms.” You took a breath as he shook his head, his lips getting smaller.

“You’re not dying, my love.” Juyeon whispered, his voice slow and shaking. He pressed a kiss onto the side of your lips then his arm found its way below your legs before he carried you up into his chest.

Juyeon took you out of the palace walls through a hidden alley and into the forest where a treehouse was hidden within that you both only know.

You heard the birds chirping the next day, finding yourself in his arms again. You realized how different what happened yesterday from the dream you just woke up from. You saw Juyeon walking on the beach with you, smiling like there’s tomorrow to look forward to and the presence of your bracelets for the first time in your dreams. When you looked up at him, you knew that this would be the last future vision you would ever see, seeing how happy he looked. There wasn’t a worry anymore about what would come.

You snuggled in his chest, falling back asleep right when Juyeon woke up. He checked if you were still in his arms before he pulled you closer, even though all spaces were already covered. He planted a kiss on your temple before he sighed. His lips formed a little soft smile, knowing that happiness stays when you’re with him, just like how fate had brought you both together.

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finallydelight · 2 years

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First Friend | Ming Chapter

''Everyone, please gather together!'' The staff member yelled through the practice room, gesturing for everyone to stand together.

The trainees listened to her and everyone quickly stood together. Most of them were whispering to each other on why the staff member came barging in.

The female staff clapped her hands. ''There's a new trainee coming soon. So everyone, please,'' she really put an emphasis on the 'please', ''be on your best behaviours.''

The door to the practice room opened and all eyes went to the figure walking in. Yerim was standing at the back of the group so she couldn't see what was happening.

She tugged on Minhyun's arm, who was standing next to her. ''Oppa, I can't see.'' She whined. He laughed at the girl. ''Come here Yerim-ie.'' He picked her up and because the girl was so small and light, he could put her on his hip.

She saw a boy standing in front of them. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't small either. He looked a couple years older than her and he seemed very nervous to have all those curious eyes on him.

''Hello, I'm Choi Seungcheol! Nice to meet all of you.'' He introduced himself, bowing to everyone. The trainees clap for him and greet him back.

The female staff smiled at the new trainee. ''Right, everyone, take care of Seungcheol,'' she looked sternly at all the trainees in front of her, ''Get back to practising now! I'll be right back.'' She gave them one last look and left the practice room.

Everyone got back to what they were doing before, leaving Seungcheol standing awkwardly in the middle of the practice room.

Yerim had been observing him the entire time. She got excited hearing him introduce himself. She recognized his Daegu dialect and she was happy there was finally another trainee from the same hometown as her.

She saw him walk to the side of the room and sat himself down against the wall, observing what all the trainees were doing.

''Minhyun-oppa, he's from Daegu, like me.'' She excitedly told the older guy, while lightly hitting his shoulder.

He smiled at the girl. ''That's great, Yerim-ie! You should go and talk to him, you can be his first friend!'' He encouraged her to go up to him, but Yerim is quite shy.

At the suggestion of going up to the new trainee, she put her head in Minhyun's neck, hiding her red face.

Minhyun laughed at her, finding it adorable. ''Are you too shy, Kim Yerim?'' He teased her a little bit. Her face went even more red as he teased her.

''You want me to go with you?'' He offered her, whispering it to her. She nodded her head and he put her down. He grabbed her hand and they made their way over to Seungcheol.

The new trainee looked up at the two people in front of him. ''Hey man'' Minhyun started.

Seungcheol smiled a bit nervously at him. ''Hey'' He got up from the floor, finding it quite inefficient to hold a conversation while he's sitting on the ground.

''I'm Minhyun, nice to meet you,'' he introduced himself to Seungcheol, ''and this is Yerim, she actually wanted to come talk to you.''

Seungcheol looked down at the girl. Yerim had hidden herself a bit behind Minhyun, still holding his hand.

He smiled at her. ''Hi, Yerim. I'm Seungcheol.'' He found her quite endearing, although he was confused as to why the little girl wanted to talk to him.

''Come on, tell him why you wanted to talk to him.'' He pushed her a little bit, so she appeared from behind him.

She looked at Minhyun, who gave her a small nod. ''Are- are you from Daegu?'' She stuttered a bit from the nerves.

Seungcheol nodded at the girl. ''Yes, I'm from Daegu and you?'' He asked her back.

His answer made her less nervous. ''I'm from Daegu too!'' She points at herself while saying it, jumping up and down.

''She recognized it, because of your dialect.'' Minhyun explained to him.

Seungcheol nodded. So that's why she wanted to talk to him, they're from the same city. ''Aah, I see.''

''Yeah, she's a little shy,'' Minhyun looked down at Yerim, ''aren't you, little one?'' She hid behind Minhyun again, making both boys laugh.

Seungcheol's face turned a bit more serious all of a sudden. ''Do you know where I can find a bathroom? I've been wanting to go for a while, but they wanted to introduce me really fast.'' He asked them.

''Oh, that sucks. But, yeah, we can help you.'' Minhyun told him. Seungcheol thanked him and waited for an instruction.

''I can show you?'' Yerim offered in a soft voice. Both teenage boys seemed surprised by her suggestion, not expecting her to initiate any kind of social interaction.

Minhyun looked from Yerim to Seungcheol, waiting for a response. ''Euhm, sure, yeah. That's very sweet of you.'' He nodded at her.

''Okay''

Yerim let go of Minhyun's hand and walked towards the door, Seungcheol following close behind her.

''How old are you, Yerim?'' He asked her. The girl looked very young compared to most of the trainees there.

''I'm 11 years-old.'' She answered him, too shy to make eye contact with the older boy.

He nodded at her answer. He wondered to himself if she wasn't too young to be a trainee at that age.

''And you?'' She directed the question at him. He looked at her. ''Oh, I'm turning 15 this year.''

For the first time since they were alone, she made eye contact with him. ''Then you're the same age as Minhyun-oppa.'' She told him in an excited voice.

''That's cool.'' He laughed, he found the girl adorable. Her cheeks had been red the entire time she had talked to him and she got excited about these small things.

''Here's the bathroom.'' Yerim had stopped walking and pointed to the sign that said 'Toilet'.

Seungcheol thanked her. He walked in, but stopped after a few steps. ''Yerim, can you wait for me? I don't know if I'll find my way back to the practice room.'' He asked her.

She just nodded at him, a bit too perplexed by the sudden question to form a sentence.

He gave her a smile. ''Thank you, I won't take too long.'' He turned back around and walked in the men's bathroom.

After a few minutes he was done and they started to make their way back to the practice room.

''How long have you been training here?'' He asked her.

''Since January.'' She answered him, less shy this time.

''Was it hard for you to make friends?''

He didn't know much about trainee life. Seungcheol wanted to know about the atmosphere between the trainees. Is it competitive? Is it friendly? Do they care about the newcomers or not? He didn't know anything.

Yerim hesitated on his question. ''I mean, most of the trainees are older, so it's hard to call them friends. But they take care of me well and most of them are really nice and welcoming. You're closer in age as them, so it will be easier for you to get close to them.'' She answered him, fully honest.

''I see, thank you.'' Her answer saddened him a bit. It must be hard for her to be so young and to be surrounded by almost only older people.

They were almost back at the practice room, but he stopped her. ''Hey, you know, we can be friends.'' He told her, looking her in the eyes.

''Really?'' She felt herself getting shy again.

The girl's reaction made him smile. ''Yeah, you can be my first friend here.''

''Okay.'' Yerim smiled, finding the thought of being someone's first friend really nice.

Seungcheol stuck out his hand and she shook it, kind of as a confirmation of their friendship.

''Great, let's go, my friend.''

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Catches Another Idol Staring At You ~ Winner Reaction

Jinwoo:

“Is everything alright?” You asked Jinwoo, taking a seat beside him as you noticed him sat at the table all by himself, distant from everything.

“I guess,” he hummed, trying his best not to seem bothered beside you, but at the same time, unable to switch his brain off.

The feeling of a hand against his leg finally made him look across at you, “you know that you can say if something is on your mind, don’t you Jin?”

“It’s stupid,” he tried to tell you, “but all night I’ve just been noticing Minhyun looking nowhere else around the room other than where you are?”

“You’re not jealous that he’s staring at me, are you?”

“Only I should stare at you.”

A chuckle came from you as your head rested against Jinwoo’s shoulder, “it’s sweet Jinwoo how protective you are sometimes.”

“I don’t like it at all Y/N,” he reiterated, “it must kill him knowing that he can only look at you from a distance, not like me.

“You’re the lucky one who gets to be right beside me.”

“And I’m very lucky too.”

Seunghoon:

“Are you even listening to me?” You snapped at Seunghoon, waving your hand in front of his face to try and get his attention back to you.

“Sorry, w-what were you saying?” He stuttered, reluctantly turning away from what had caught his focus and moving to look at you.

The expression on your face made him stand tall, smiling weakly at you. “I’ve been talking to you for ages and you’ve not listened to a single word of it.”

“I am interested,” Seunghoon protested, “but it’s hard to focus on you when I know when I look away that Jeonghan is staring at you from behind me.”

“There’s no way that he would be staring at me Seunghoon.”

“I bet that he fancies you too.”

Your shoulders shrugged as Seunghoon began to stress himself out again, “and is it him that I fancy, or is it someone else?”

“Someone else,” Seunghoon murmured, catching your smile as he began to figure out what the point you were making was.

“So, who do you think is the one you should stare at?”

“You, the answer is definitely you.”

Mino:

“You want to go?” You quizzed Minho in surprise, feeling his whisper linger against your ear, asking if you were ready to head home with him.

“I can’t settle here,” he confessed, catching Sehun out of the corner of his eye once again, looking across in the direction of you.

Your brows knitted together as you studied Minho closely, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to break you down to tell me?”

“Sehun keeps staring at you,” Minho informed you, keeping his voice quiet so that no one else could hear, “I just feel like I need to watch him all the time.”

“And you’re going to let him ruin our evening together?”

“He’s really annoying me Y/N.”

You leaned across and pressed a kiss against Minho’s cheek, “I can think of something that might make you forget about that.”

“If distracting me means getting more of those kisses, you won’t hear me complaining,” Minho joked, “I could be swayed.”

“Shall we head somewhere that no one else can see us?”

“I like the sound of that a lot.”

Seungyoon:

“What has gotten into you?” You asked Seungyoon as soon as the two of you found a couple of moments to finally be alone together.

“He won’t stop staring at you,” Seungyoon mumbled underneath his breath in reply to you, “does he really think that you’ll pay attention.”

Your eyes turned around, soon noticing Kihyun sat across the room and staring at you. “Just ignore him, you’re giving him what he wants right now.”

“I can’t ignore him,” Seungyoon sighed, “I won’t settle Y/N until it is absolutely clear to him that you’re taken, and that he won’t be getting near you.”

“And is by being loud the way that you’re going to do that?”

“I don’t even know right now Y/N.”

You took a step forward, holding onto Seungyoon’s hand. “Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, maybe you should ignore him.”

“I guess you’ve got a point,” Seungyoon admitted, his voice trailing off, “but I still don’t like the guy very much, at all.”

“I’m sure he’s not your biggest fan either you know Yoon.”

“Yeah, but he’s just jealous of me Y/N.”

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ballerinainskzville · 1 year

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Pen pal friends - Seungmin one shot

Summary: you’re writing to your pen pal friend, Minnie, about your graduation that you have to attend alone without knowing he’s going to accompany you on your graduation day

… anyways, I am unsure how I feel about the graduation next week, Minnie. I’m relieved that I finally get to graduate from university with the degree I dreamed of since I was a kid. But on the other hand, I’m unsure of the next chapter in life, if working in the industry is the career for me. And attending the graduation alone without my family makes me feel anxious even. The families of all my friends are attending. But who am I to complain, they went into great debts to support me financially for all the tution bills. I should be able to spend the ceremony on my own too.

I hope work isn’t stressing you out so much, take care of yourself Minnie!

- kind regards, Y/N

As usual, you grabbed yourself your favorite coffee order from the café across the post office after you sent your letter to your pen pal friend, Minnie. You knew it wasn’t his real name but you were fine with his nickname. He could have lots of names: Minhyun, Mingi, Seungmin…

Minnie and you were penpal friends for two years now. You knew that he also lived in Seoul and liked reading thriller books. When you were stuck in your room during the pandemic, in a foreign city, you signed up for a pen pal site. Ever since, you were writing letters with people around the world. Minnie was the friend who knew most of you, the friend you had exchanged letters the most.

You stepped out of the female dormitory building as a person approached you. Deep in thoughts, you jumped in the surprise. The guy was wearing black clothing, up to his bucket hat and mask. At night time he might have blended into the darkness but he stood out even more in the bright day light.

He was carrying a flower bouquet of white roses in his hands. Your favorite.

“Y/N?”, he asked and you looked back up to the stranger’s face.

“Y-yes?”, you answered, trying to stop all the possibilities of scenario outcomes that were rushing through your mind right now.

“These are for you”, the guy said and extended it to you. Startled, you took the flowers and hold them, searching for a card attached to the bouquet.

“Thank you-“, you mumbled as you kept on looking among the flowers. “Who are they from?”, you then asked, looking back at the guy as you were unsuccessful in finding a card or note.

“They’re from me”, he said and then removed the bucket hat, followed up by the mask. He was young. Student age. Brown hair with blonde highlights in the front. He resembled a puppy, you thought. Wait, was that a weird thought? “Thank you?”,you laughed with awkwardness laying in the tone. You didn’t know this guy. “I couldn’t let you go to your graduation alone, what friend would let that happen?”, he then commented and that’s when your eyes flickered back to him. “Wait, Minnie??”, you whispered to which he nodded. “Actually, it’s Seungmin. Minnie is my nickname but you knew that already”. He gave you a warm smile and held his arm out. “We can’t let you be late for your graduation ceremony. Let’s go”

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heeseungwifey · 10 months

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"It's so romantic in Paris, won't even try to compare it..." [Sunghoon x Kazuha]

Chapter 3: Souvenir that you can keep

Sunghoon and Kazuha arrive at the hotel room where the chilly weather and the beautiful views are ignored by the couple, who's having a night to remember... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The hotel room looks like an old French apartment with beautiful views and a tiny balcony with a coffee table and two chairs. Eating breakfast would seem so Parisian. Sunghoon is taking his jacket off and putting it on a hanger while looking at me, his eyes dark and cloudy from the alcohol.

“Are you good? You walk quite unbalanced for an ice skater”- I try to relax the atmosphere with jokes since every time we make eye contact, I feel like jumping on top of his body and devouring him.

“I could ask the same question, are your feet hurt or you just can’t keep your composure anymore?”- he’s getting closer to me, whispering the last word right in my ear. The moment I open my mouth to answer, he gets away breaking the contact and leaving me feeling like someone just threw an ice bucket at me.

“You’re drunk Kazuha and so am I..., I think we should call a taxi to take you to your hotel. This is not okay.” - He's walking to the front door to pick up his phone but I throw myself on his back, giving him a back hug.

"I am really not I swear, I'm just tired of walking I want to rest and stop thinking about my problems and the show, about Minhyun and Sakura, about everything that's going on. You are the only one that has helped me forget even for a minute about it" - I'm genuinely about to cry until he grabs my arms and sits me on the sofa that's next to the open window.

"Okay, let's stay together a bit more... I'm enjoying being with you right now, I also need to forget about my life for a minute..." - he's bent over me while I'm sitting on the chair. I simply cannot stop myself and kiss him in the mouth just like at the bar.

I caught him by surprise but he still follows the kiss and gets closer to me, with his knees on each side of mine, caging me in the sofa. The kiss is getting heated, we're both now french kissing on the floor, I feel an overwhelming heat even with the window next to us wide open. He seats with his back on the sofa and gets me on top of him with my legs on each side of his, feeling his crotch right next to my groin, making me go crazy by how slow time is passing. We're moaning and our hairs are messy, our lips plump and strings of saliva connecting them.

"Do you want to go further?"- he asks and I literally jump, getting up and leading him to the bed. - "I guess that's a yes"- He laughs and I shut him up by removing his t-shirt leaving him shocked.

"You look beautiful in that dress Zuha, so gorgeous... I'm mesmerized..." - He looks at my body lost in desire, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"oh, should I keep it on then?" - I say jokingly, a flash of fright crosses his face and I decide to take the dress off completely, only being left in my thong and bra.

Sunghoon seems paralyzed so I take this as an advantage and sit on top of him, grinding to relieve myself from the pain I'm feeling while I kiss and bite him on the neck. His hands go directly to my ass, massaging it and pushing me down towards his hard-on. I'm getting impatient so I get on my knees on the floor and grab the hem of his jeans trying to take them off.

"Wait hold on, I want to do it to you first" - Sunghoon grabs my wrist and pulls me up but agrees to take his pants off, and what a sight, he looks beautiful in this light with toned abs and a happy trail that I never thought could give such excitement.

He gets me on the bed with my legs wide open and I feel shy, the way he's looking at my soaked thong with such hungry eyes, I can tell now he's a pervert. He hooks the sides of my thong with his long fingers and observes how it gets peeled off of my wet lips, once it is on his hands he smells it like it's an expensive cologne and I moan, so nasty and dirty it's getting me more and more impatient.

"Please Sunghoon..., it hurts too much..." I'm almost crying for the lack of touch, the cold air of the window hitting my core. He looks up at me as he sticks his head between my legs, feeling his heavy breathing on my body. The first lick is enthusiastic and takes me by surprise, his whole tongue flat on my clit and suddenly starts going fast, licking and slurping until I feel my legs shaking. He's not stopping until I come and my body is fighting to no avail to stop this madness that he's driving me through, kicking and pushing his head away. By the time I come have completely lost my strength and I squirt on his face, crying his name repeatedly. When I open my eyes, he's right next to me smiling, satisfied with his work.

"You good? Are you tired already? I thought a ballet dancer would have more strength than this" - he looks cocky next to me, which makes me jump on his body caging him under me.

"I didn't know this was a competition ice prince, you just started first, let's see who ends up more tired" I take this now as a competition and decide to take all the energy that I have left to tease him until he can no longer take it. I take my bra off right in front of him, touching and grabbing my own boobs as I bite my lip, giving him a show. His face is indescribable, mouth open and saliva dripping from the corner of his lips. He's lying on the bed and when he tries to get up I push him back as I get on top of him with my ass on his face and my head right next to his clothed dick.

I slowly remove his boxers, enjoying how his member springs out of its confinement. It's true what they say about tall and skinny boys I guess. It leaves me quite impressed how big it is and I wonder if it will fit into my mouth. Tying my hair in a ponytail and lowering myself, his only vision now being my ass on his chest, he has no idea how painfully slow I'm going to act now. That is what he deserves for testing me before.

I start by giving it cute tiny licks, seeing his body jerk at the contact. I spit in my mouth and rub the saliva all over the shaft, preparing it while I massage his balls with my other hand. He's a moaner and now I regret this position, sadly missing his furrowed brows and small whimpers. I'm taking it all in my mouth, fighting my gag reflex and giving the spectacle of my life, never felt this confident before. I decide to turn around just so I can see his face, surprised he has had his eyes closed all this time. I stop and when he opens his eyes we make eye contact, which turns him into a beast as he strongly grabs me and throws me onto the mattress, not letting me finish my evil plan.

"That's enough, you're playing dirty and now I'm gonna show you how I do it too" - his eyes are so dark, shining with only the nightstand lamp light. I don't know what he has in mind but I'm scared and excited at the same time. he tilts my head to the side and leaves a trail of kisses that end up on my tits, licking and pinching my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I'm under him and I have completely lost control over the situation, all at his mercy.

I suddenly see a thought cross his eyes and it gets him worried enough to take himself out of the situation.

"fuck, I don't have any condoms!" - He gets up and starts roaming the room, looking in his wallet and inside the pockets of all his clothes. He looks really funny walking fast while naked and messy hair.

"I have three in my purse" - I say nonchalantly laying on the bed, looking at Sunghoon picking up my purse in a heartbeat and bringing it to me to open.

"you could have opened it, it's okay" - I say as I take out the three condoms and rip one out.

"It's your stuff, I don't know if there's anything you don't want me seeing in there" he says as he scratches his nape and I laugh.

"You have literally eaten my pussy tonight, I don't think there's anything to hide anymore between us" his face gets red as shy Sunghoon appears.

"Come here, you have totally killed the mood and now I have to work to get it back again" I grab his member and slowly put the condom on it, giving him a few strokes as we make eye contact.

He lays me down on the bed and rubs my pussy in anticipation, I'm about to explode as he slowly enters me and it feels so full but he's not even half in.

"Does it hurt?" - I open my eyes and Sunghoon is looking at me very worriedly, my eyes tearing up.

"Yes, keep on going..., it's just that it's been a long time since, well, I have done anything" Wow it feels so deep I'm almost concerned I'm not gonna be able to take it all.

"oh fuck, oh fuck" - Sunghoon's forehead sweat drips on my body as he's making an incredible effort to be gentle and not bottom out too fast.

"I can see my fucking tip sticking out of your tummy Kazuha god damn..., I'm going crazy..." - When I looked at it I almost came from how lewd the sight was, a bump sticking and moving at the same pace as Sunghoon's hips were.

He finally bottoms out, resting like that for a minute as I got used to the size. When I gave him the green light his hips started painfully slow, like a boat on the sea but I needed more. I pushed him to the side and sat on top of him as he lay on the mattress, getting impaled by his dick and shouting at the sudden stretch.

"oh fuck Zuha are you okay?" - He looked worried for a second but once I started riding him like a maniac with my hands holding my weight on his shoulders and moaning with every single movement he got into it. We were both moaning messes, sweaty and careless about our lives and our jobs and everything. Just enjoying a moment that we're deeply scared about ending.

"I'm getting tired... fuck..., I can't do this anymore my legs hurt really bad..." - I cry and Sunghoon quickly gets out from under me and grabs my waist so I'm on all fours with my face on the mattress. He was so eager to keep on going that the first thrust made me bump my head on the headboard but I couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Our bodies are too skinny and I feel his bones clashing with mine, a mix of pleasure and hurt at the same time. As his climax approached he flipped me over to look at my face, my makeup smushed from the sweat and crying, a sight I could tell he was enjoying because it was only his and nobody else's.

"Come with me Kazuha, please..." - we can't even keep our eyes open as I feel my climax arise and Sunghoon lasts enough to ride me off it, cumming on my stomach after removing the condom, feeling satisfied.

I cover my eyes with my arms, too tired to move one bit while I listen to Sunghoon walking around the hotel room. It might be the hormones but it's making me incredibly sad that he's not laying next to me, so tears just come out of my eyes.

"Kazuha are you okay? Why are you crying...? Does it hurt anywhere...?" he sits on the side of the bed where I'm on, grabbing my arms and trying to look at my eyes.

"Are you regretting doing this? ...Didn't you enjoy it...?" Sunghoon looks defeated as his insecurities prey upon him, feeling like he ruined everything and being completely terrified he fucked it up.

"No, I'm just kind of sad that you're not laying here with me, that's all. I think it's just the hormones, sorry" Sunghoon immediately hugs me and lays next to me, our naked bodies so close to each other.

"I was preparing a hot bath for you as well as a glass of water, I was going nowhere Zuha"- he caresses my face as I kiss his nose, hiccuping from crying a few minutes ago.

"You need to clean yourself and go pee, we don't want you getting a UTI, prima ballerina" he gets up and tries to make me walk towards the bathroom, legs so wobbly I can't even stand by myself.

"I can't walk! How am I going to go to the bathroom now?" - I say and Sunghoon laughs at how needy I sounded, picking me up bridal style and taking me to the bathroom.

"Don't look at me while I pee, it's embarrassing!" Sunghoon is just standing there as I pee and it's making me shy but he thinks it's endearing.

"As you said before, there's nothing to hide between us" - he laughs and once I've finished he takes me to the bathtub, the warm water feeling the best on my sore body.

"Are you okay now? Did I help you forget about everything for a bit?" Sunghoon is on the opposite side of the bathtub, looking at me.

"I'm okay, I guess I have to thank you for the help. It really has taken a toll on me everything that has happened these days in Paris" I sigh and remain silent for a minute. "I have never felt like hard work couldn't grant me what I wished for, I always thought that if I wanted something I just had to work really hard for it and then I'll get it. These days I've realised that's all bullshit and there are always going to be people who get everything you want and for them there's no effort involved, they're just naturally gifted. It makes me really mad I wasn't born like that".

"That shouldn't unmotivate you from trying though... people with no work ethic are always too confident in their abilities to actually appreciate what they achieve. You need to remain working hard or else you're not competing anymore. I assure you, you're a prettier sleeping beauty than her" - I look at Sunghoon who's now smirking at me and I splash water on his face.

"Hey, I'm complimenting you!" - we're both laughing as the relaxing bath calms our bodies. I wish I could stay here forever with him, right in this hotel room in Paris.

#sunghoon #kazuha #enhypen smut #enhypen #le sserafim

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formorethananame · 1 year

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[ CHIN ] (Berry)

👀; accepting

She's being coy and he knows that.

Of course he knows that. Minhyun knows Berry better than anyone on this earth possibly could, and that's exactly why she's playing this game.

Coming into Minhyun's office dressed like this is asking for trouble, Berry knows that. It's a new dress; the pale shade of green is flattering, and the just-short-enough-hem puts her legs on display, something accentuated by the black wedges on her feet.

The buttons, of course, go from the neckline to the hem - providing easy access for whatever her man wants.

Leaving the door open is pushing it, too. And so is perching on the edge of Minhyun's desk, in view of everyone outside and anyone that walks by. She could cause a lot of trouble like this, which she knows.

When Minhyun stands, it makes Berry's heart race. When he places a finger under her chin and lifts her head, liquid heat rolls through her. There's a look in his eyes that promises things neither of them can say out loud in this space.

Berry is a very, very independent woman. Therefor, she loves nothing more than being with a man that can put her in her place under him, and that's exactly what Minhyun does.

"Maybe you should shut the door," she whispers, eyes bright. "And lock it. Just in case."

#asks #xhxnne #made to keep your body warm; berry x minhyun #verse: dancing on my own

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cherryeol04 · 1 year

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Action! | Ch. 35

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.6K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Baekho's POV

"You're a mess." I whispered. Taking the tissue, I wiped away the running eyeliner. "God you look like a raccoon." I said and laughed softly.

"I'm sorry." Ren whispered. "I didn't mean to cry like such a baby." Frowning, I lowered my hand and stared at him. He wasn't a baby, though he did cry like one. But I understood, he was scared of having sex, scared of losing me, and I was scared of losing him. But I knew I was going to do anything to keep him close to me.

"Don't be sorry. We took it slow didn't we?" I asked with a grin. A flush spread across his cheeks and I chuckled. He was just so damn cute.

"Actually we moved a whole lot faster than I thought we would." Ren admitted and I nodded. We moved fairly quickly the moment we got into the room. But he didn't stop me and I didn't get carried away. I played to his needs and when he finally choked up, like I knew he would, I stopped and just held him until he stopped crying.

And that's how we ended up in the bathroom naked. It was nice, what we did and we both got off at least once, I think Ren got off twice though. It wasn't until I tried fingering him that he had issues. And I wasn't sure I was doing it right. Didn't really have time to look up how to have gay sex, or ask anyone really. Anyone being Aron and Minhyun.

"We did and it was fun right?" I asked, slipping my arms around his waist, pulling him close to me.

"It was." Ren said and smiled. His arms wrapped around my waist and I smiled. I liked being in his arms as much as I liked holding him in mine. Before I always thought that this was a friendly gesture, but looking back, deep down I knew I liked this more than a friend should. I liked holding Ren and touching him and now, I love kissing him. Another thing I got upset up about when he closed up towards me.

"And it didn't get uncomfortable until the end right?"

"Right." Ren said with a nod.

"So see, you weren't scared of everything. Just the big thing. Which we can work on okay?" I said and kissed his cheek gently.

"I know we can." Ren said as he stared up at me. Sighing, he rested his head on my shoulder. Rocking him gently, I stroked his back. "I still feel so embarrassed that I cried like that. You hadn't really done anything, just touched me." He whispered.

"And it's okay." I said and pulled back. Grabbing Ren's chin, I lifted his head so he could stare at me. "Baby it's scary. I know I would feel the same if you were doing that to me. I understand, so don't feel embarrassed." I told him.

"And I won't do it again until you're ready, no matter how long that takes." I assured him.

"Really?" Ren asked, eyes wide. I nodded to him and he grinned. "Oh Baekho! I love you so much!" He exclaimed as he moved his arms from my waist to my neck and kissed me happily. I let out a small laugh as our lips met, my arms tightening as I held him against me tightly. Pulling back, I licked my lips.

"I love you too Ren." Kissing him again, I sighed happily. "Let's go back to the bed now. I think we have enough time to please each other again before someone comes looking for us." I said. Ren nodded eagerly and stepped away from me. Letting him go, I took his hand and led him out of the bathroom and back to the bed for a little more loving.

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Minhyun's POV

Oh my god, I can't believe all that has happened in the past few weeks and the tour isn't even over yet! I can only imagine what's going to happen when we get home. And I'm not looking forward to it. I love Ren to death and all, but he is seriously fucking up this relationship he's in. I understand he's scared of sex, I was too at first, but I didn't let that fear stop me and Aron. But Ren is different than me, far more...what's the word?

Delicate?

Sensitive?

Feminine?

A combination of all those words. He is...our maknae and he takes things differently than the rest of us. He's also stubborn as a damn horse and if he doesn't open his eyes and realize what he's doing to his relationship, he's going to regret it. Baekho isn't a saint either. He's not helping the situation at all, but I can't blame the guy. He looks so lost when I stare at him and I feel so bad.

But that doesn't excuse him for his actions and he deserved each and every punch he got from me. But hopefully with JR talking to them, everything will work out. They'll work it out somehow and we won't feel so much tension. I'm sure our fans feel the tension at the concerts.

And let's not get on the subject of Aron. I don't know what was up with him and trying to get me and JR to work on things. So far we have, going at our own pace. I'm fact, we're almost back to normal. We can hold civil conversations, we can be alone together for a short time. While I don't think I could ever forgive him for what he did, he is slowly gaining back my trust and we are becoming friends again. I'm thankful for that. I do miss the times JR and I would just hang out together. Those were the good old days.

Stretching, a grunt left me as bones cracked and I felt so much better. Walking to my door, I pulled out the room key and slid it into the slot. Waiting for green, I opened the door and walked in. It was quiet, which was strange because I had left Aron alone. It had taken a lot of convincing to the two that I wouldn't go find Baekho and kill him. I believed JR when he said that Ren and Baekho were going to work on their relationship, so I wasn't going to interrupt that and possibly ruin the chances of them ever getting back together.

Walking into the open room, I stared at the bed and smiled. The old man was fast asleep. I shouldn't say that though, making fun of Aron like that. The other had been sounding horse lately and seemed sluggish as of late. I think he's getting sick and I feel so bad for him. Which means we're probably going to miss him at one or more concerts.

Shaking my head, I moved to the small table by the window and sat down. I looked over the mess of papers, pictures and random items fondly. A blue piece of paper caught my attention and I picked it up. It was a small note from JR.

'Minhyun,

I tucked Aron-hyung in. He said he wasn't feeling good and he looked a bit sick. I'll let manager-hyung know so we can get him taken care of so hopefully he won't miss any of the concerts on the tour. I checked on Ren and Baekho while you were out and they were getting to know each other...on the bed I sleep on in the room I share with Baekho.

I didn't mean to catch them, but I did and it got me to thinking about things, things I've been thinking about on and off for the past few months. It's crazy what's going on in my head and I don't understand it. But there is something inside me that's just, I guess screaming at me.

Anyway, I'm sure I've got you confused now, so I'll just tell you what I need to tell you and work out the rest later when you confront me about it.

Minhyun, I love you.

See you later at rehearsal.

Your leader,

Jonghyun~'

I read the note about three or four times more and each time my heart skipped a few beats. Despite what we've been through, and the fact that I probably will never forgive him for being a closed minded homophobic ass, I still love him. JR was the first man I've ever loved, though not the first guy I've liked, which are two totally different feelings. He's my first love and all I've ever wanted was for him to love me too.

And nearly six months and countless dates and love making with Aron later, he finally says it. And worst of all, my first thought is to dump Aron and go to JR. But I can't do that. Aron has been there for me through it all. He's the second man I've ever loved and I do love him. But the prospect of being with JR, it's almost irresistible. I'm not that kind of person, and I know if I go to JR like that, Aron would think I was simply using him and that's not the case.

Oh god, what do I do?

I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. Getting up, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and moved to the bed Aron was laying on. Pulling back the covers, I crawled in behind him. Pulling the covers back up, I slid my arm around his waist and kissed his cheek gently. He shifted back against me and moaned softly, but never woke.

"I love you." I whispered softly as I got comfortable, spooning him. Resting my head on the pillow, I stared at the back of his head for a moment before closing my eyes.

What the hell am I going to do?

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gswyeonhee · 2 years

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premonitions // @minhyun-gsw

The festival's first day is adorned with a variety of holy objects. Elaborate and colorful paper fans dangle overhead, all hand made by the local shamans and their young disciples. The colors resemble the stripes on Yeonhee's hanbok sleeves. She cannot deny the beauty of the practices, still possessed with the same admiration she had since she was a girl. She stands behind the stage with the others, most of them elderly woman, standing over one as she mends the embroidery on her skirt while another weaves her long hair into a matron's braid.

The atmosphere still lingers with the smoke of incense and fire. It's a reminder of today's gut — a spiritual ritual Yeonhee participated in for the first time. One of the other mudang makes comment thay next time they are to slaughter a pig and drink its blood to appease the angry gods that have invaded the island this year. It causes the young woman to grimace. She had only heard about the strange attack. It couldn't really be true. Could it? So terrifying that so many rituals needed to be performed?

"I'll be giving readings today. My shrine is nearby so I'll just go get my stuff." Yeonhee speaks softly and politely, the usual front she put before her grandmother had now been transferred to them. But that sweet smile fades the moment she steps away, pace faster than usual.

She exhales a groan. "Seriously, if some fucked shit happens here I will lose my mind... it's just some ... it's just to scare me. That's it..." She keeps the whispers low, attempting to coax herself into a false sense of security as she strolls about the festival crowd. The steps slow only when they almost lead her into another person. A man that she didn't recognize. Not from the past, nor recently. She narrows her gaze.

"The spirits... they tell me something..." She pauses and closes her eyes, reaching into the lapel of her hanbok to procure a brass handbell. The orbs chime when she flicks her wrist, the other lifting up an unopened fan. "They tell me..." One eye opens.

#t / premonitions #minhyun-gsw #gsw:wishful #gsw:event

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kingdomofblodfest · 7 months

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✘;- ꒰ ° Come on, just drink it~ ꒱.

BLODFEST (Sounded as 'BLOODFEST') [KR: 블러드 페스트] is a seven membered boy group under CreativeColor Entertainment. The group is well known for their mix of vampire royalty and kingdom royalty aesthetics and concepts. They debuted on October 13, 2021 with the single 'Drink It'.

꒰✘ ┊ @ BASICS! ꒱

COMPANY || CreativeColor Ent.

DEBUT DATE || October 13, 2021

DEBUT SONG || 'Drink It'

GROUP GREETING || 'Kingdom come! Hello, we are BLODFEST!'

OFFICIAL FANDOM NAME || CROWNS

OFFICIAL FANDOM COLOR || Matte Black, Blood Red, Crimson Red

꒰✘ ┊ @ SOCIALS! ꒱

YOUTUBE || BLODFEST 블러드 페스트

TIKTOK || ourkingdomcome

INSTAGRAM || blodfestofficial // ourkingdomcome [members]

TWITTER || blodfestofficial [Staff]/ ourkingdomcome [members]

FANCAFE || BLODFEST Official

WEVERSE || BLODFEST Official

꒰✘ ┊ @ MEMBERS! ꒱

Alex Song / Song Taejung . . . November 16, 1997

Kayson Cha . . . June 20, 1998

Yun Minhyun . . . September 4, 2000

Lyon Kim / Kim Jaejin . . . November 26, 2001

Atlas Monet Choi / Choi Chanwoo . . . December 15, 2001

Hua Arak Chaidee . . . December 15, 2001

Yoru Heirin / Yoo Heirin . . . December 23, 2001

꒰✘ ┊ @ DORM ARRANGMENT! ꒱

ROOM ONE: Alex, Lyon, Heirin

ROOM TWO: Atlas & Hua

ROOM THREE: K.C & Minhyun

#... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Alex #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ K.C.#... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Minhyun #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Lyon #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Atlas #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Hua #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Heirin #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ BLODFEST OT7 #... [WHISPER...] ◌ೄ Profiles #oc kpop boy group #kpop oc boy group #kpop oc group #oc boy group #oc group #oc idol #oc idol boy group #oc idol group #oc idol kpop group #oc kpop boy idol

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blue-jisungs · 3 months

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joseon era prince minhyun who wears matching sets of hanbok with you bcuz he's rly not supposed to be dating u but he doesn't care >:( and he can't do the usual couple things so he likes to have smth that ppl won't catch onto </3

gardening

author's note. i’m so soft for him bye :( i hope u like it zanzan hehe i combined this and this req bc it just?? felt right hehe

yes i used yuls pics but who cares >:)

summary. relaxing with your partner minhyun in your garden <3

word count. 673

minhyun never really enjoyed gardening. sure, he loved the way various plants adorned his garden, creating a palette of colors that was within reach. however, he didn’t feel the urge to understand the mechanics of flowers not get dirty because of the ground and bugs.

that was until he met you.

minhyun looked for every occasion to get closer to you and even after dating, he’d look for every opportunity. as a noble person he shouldn’t be dating you and you neither – your families wouldn’t approve it because your parents didn’t fancy his parents. and minhyun’s parents had already planned who they want to be his son’s wife.

but he didn’t care.

because of that you had to restrict going out to public and doing the usual lovey-dovey stuff. at times, you envied the other couples.

but for most of the time, you didn’t mind. it was minhyun after all.

he adored wearing matching hanboks with you. “accidentally” bumping onto each other in the streets only to see that he wore a purple hanbok, just like you, made your heart flatter. sometimes, it’d be not on purpose and you’d snicker upon seeing his eyes widen in shock. another time, minhyun would send you a letter saying that you two should wear a hanbok in for example, green color. it seemed like such a small thing but you adored that.

that’s why you two found yourself tucked in the safety of your garden.

at first, you would just hang out there to keep hidden from the public eye. then, minhyun got involved with the way you take care of the flowers.

you treated them so gently, as if made out of the finest china. dozing water so they don’t have too little but also! not too much. trimming the leaves with precision left him speechless… or even when you weren’t afraid of dirt and got on your knees to pull out weeds.

eventually, he got invested too. you taught him all the basics and you two studied the language of flowers together.

“it’s just so beautiful today, isn’t it? the breeze is fresh and the sun is warm” you said, taking a deep breath. the mixture of flowers’ scents filled your lungs.

“mhm” minhyun hummed lazily, putting down his book and resting it on his chest. he was laying down on the ground, next to where you watered the peonies. he let the sunlight shine on his face, soaking his skin. squinting his eyes a bit, his ebony gaze found you and a smile subconsciously creeped on his lips.

“i just hope the flowers won’t dry. i shouldn’t be watering them in such weather but it’s not that awful” you continued your small ramble and noticed a small, yellow butterfly skipping over the petals. halting your movements, you followed its route.

the birds chirping in the background were even more beautiful than the sounds of haegum, your heart feeling at ease. it was so peaceful.

“we should plant some forget-me-nots in your garden, darling” you announced and turned around, the breeze tickling your skin. eyes meeting with dozing off minhyun, you snickered.

suddenly, the butterfly approached him. first, it circled around his book only to end up resting on his nose.

you gasped softly at the cute sight. you wished you could capture this moment somehow yet you were sure that this sight will be engraved in your memories forever.

minhyun scrunched his brows.

“it’s ticklish…” he muttered and opened his eyes. letting out a confused mph? when his eyes met with the butterfly, he just rested his eyelids again and began to fall back into slumber.

“let me just finish this bush and i shall nap with you, dear” you whispered, more to yourself than your significant other.

now minhyun’s soft snores added another chorus to the bird choir but you didn’t mind. listening to the tender melody you enjoyed the sun on your skin, breeze in your hair, the sweet smell of flowers and the feeling of warmth spreading in your heart.

masterlist <3

taglist. @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @primoppang ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

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jujuwen · 2 years

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Chapter 1

Jungkook walked on the grass field full of tombstones lying on the ground.

He's starting to get used to the place although this is a place he used to hate before,

but now becomes his refuge.

A place he never thought would be the only place where he could be near with the love of his life again.

While walking, his eyes narrowed when he saw fresh flowers placed on the headstone of his late girlfriend's grave.

He looked around but he saw no one in the area.

He walked fast towards the tombstone.

'Who put these flowers here?'

He whispered.

He knew it was not from her parents because as far as he knows they're out of the country now.

And Haena doesn't have any close friends except her cousin Taehyung and his best friends Jimin and Junhoe.

"Who visited you this time, Love?" he said at the tomb, kneeled, and put on his flowers.

"Even up to this time you still have secret admirers huh?" Jungkook jokingly said and chuckled at his own words.

"Why are you late again, Sana?" The coffee shop manager blurted as soon as Sana entered the main door.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lee. I passed by somewhere. Sorry, it won't happen again." She reasons out while panting from running.

"Just make sure that this is the last or else I will move you to the graveyard shift." The manager said. Sana nodded and bowed down.

She hates to be scheduled during graveyard because for some reason.

She went to the locker room to put her bag and grab her apron.

"Yah, Sana. Are you okay? Did the Manager scold you again?" Minhyun asked her.

"Tsss. I'm just 2 minutes late and she's acting like that." She twitched her lips and wore her brown apron.

"Just don't mind her. She's been cranky since this morning." Minhyun said.

"Maybe it's the time of the month," she replied and they both chuckled silently.

Sana tied her hair in a ponytail and puts on her brown cap.

And they both walk to the counter.

She cleans up the espresso machine.

"Did you go to that place again?" Minhyun leans his back at the marble counter since there's no customer yet.

"Yes.." Sana plainly replied while removing the portafilters from the machine.

"You know that it's far away from here. Look at you now, you're late again." He said in a serious voice.

Sana stops from what she's doing.

"Minhyun-ah, you know that I need to keep a promise, right?" she responded.

"And besides, that area is near the flower shop I'm working at now this morning," Sana added with a smile.

Sana has two part-time jobs. Recently she works as a florist at the flower shop during the morning and a barista at this coffee shop from the afternoon till evening with his best friend, Minhyun.

Minhyun sighed and shook his head, and walk to the counter since customers entered the coffee shop, to ready himself to take their orders.

Then, their manager walked in.

"Sana-ssi, can you throw the garbage outside?"

"I can do that later, Ms. Lee." Minhyun interrupted.

"No, it's your assignment to take the order and besides she can do it." the manager replied and left.

"It's okay, Minhyun. I can do it." Sana whispered at his back.

She went to the back of the shop and collected the garbage.

After a few minutes, she finally has done tying the garbage bag full of boxes, used paper cups, straws, and a lot more.

She carried the bag with her two hands, struggling, and walked on the way to the public trash bins two blocks away from the coffee shop.

Sana wipes out her sweat with the back of her hands when she reached the area.

And now her problem is how to carry and throw it inside the big trash bin.

She tried but because of her petite height she cannot reach it and she's weak too.

Suddenly, someone grabs the garbage bag from her.

Sana was surprised and look at the person.

It was a man, maybe of the same age as her.

The man threw the garbage inside the trash bin with a plain look.

He glanced at her for a second and shake off the dirt from his hands.

Her heart suddenly beats fast when he saw his face. He looks familiar to her.

"Kamsahamnida." Sana bowed down to thank him for helping her.

He ignored her and walked out passing her.

Sana was shocked by his behavior.

She turns around to look at him walking away.

She put her hands on her waist and huffed.

"You're welcome!!" She shouted in her cute high pitched voice.

She was staring at the man's back until he turns left at the corner street.

"Too bad you're handsome but snobbish.," Sana whispered to herself.

"but kind too," she added.

She started walking too on her way back to the coffee shop in the same direction.

"What took you so long?" Minhyun asked Sana when she's back.

"I was struggling to throw the garbage at the trash bin." She whispered at him.

"I said I will do that." He scoffed.

"Yah. Do you want me to be scolded by Ms. Lee again?" Sana responded while glaring at him.

"Fine." he simply replied.

"By the way, the owner's son is here with his friends. Can you make three espressos for them?" Minhyun instructed her.

"Okay, sir." Sana salutes him and went to prepare the coffee.

"And... Can you serve that to them as well?" he added.

Sana raised her thumb and winked at him.

Minhyun chuckled and shook his head, and went back to take orders.

"Did you talk to Aunt Sora, Kook?" Jimin asked while his arms are on the table.

"Yes, I talked to her the other day. And it's true." Jungkook replied and looked at them.

"See? I knew it." Taehyung leaned his back and crossed his arms against his chest.

"But why they didn't inform you about that? Like it's been two years and you just knew it?" Jimin reacted while his right hand moving in the air pointing to Jungkook.

"Yeah... I thought of that too. And I feel something is wrong here." Jungkook narrowed his eyes and played with his tongue inside his mouth.

Both Taehyung and Jimin raised their eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Taehyung confusedly asks.

"Because I was wondering about the details about it, like to whom they donated her heart, but she said they donated it in the hospital," Jungkook said. Both his best friends listen to him attentively.

"And when I asked which hospital, she didn't answer me instead she told me to move on from it. She's avoiding the topic. I guess they're hiding something." He added.

Taehyung and Jimin looked up trying to analyze his words.

"Maybe.. they don't want to talk about it, Kook," Jimin responded.

"No, I don't think so," he said in a low voice and shake his head.

"All I want is to know the details and I want to meet the person who has Haena's heart now, but she won't tell me. I tried to ask Uncle Haneul but he won't tell me as well." Jungkook insisted.

Taehyung and Jimin glanced at each other.

"If they won't tell me, I will look for that person." Jungkook continued in a serious voice.

"Can you help me, guys?" He asked them, looking at them one by one.

The two boys look at each other again. They can see the sadness and longing in Jungkook's eyes. They feel pity for their best friend. They have never seen Jungkook like this before. The eagerness and hopefulness are visible in his eyes.

"To be honest, I felt happy and hopeful knowing that there's part of her that is alive now." he continued, his eyes starting to get moist.

There are a few seconds of silence in the air.

"What will you do if you finally found that person?" Taehyung asked breaking the silence.

"I don't know. All I want now is to find that person." Jungkook replied while looking down.

"If we will help you, will you promise to finally move on with your life after finding that person?" Jimin leans his head forward looking straight into Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook lift his head and stared at him for a long time and nodded slowly.

"Fine. I trust you will keep that promise." Jimin leans on the chair.

"I will help you as far as I can. How about you, Tae?" Jimin nudged Taehyung beside him.

"Yes. I will help you." Taehyung smiled.

"Thank you," Jungkook said in a low voice while sniffing his nose.

And the two smiled at him.

"By the way, did you happen to visit Haena earlier?" Jungkook asked them.

"Uhmm. No, why?" Jimin replied.

"Me too. It's been a while since the last time I visited her. Why?" Taehyund responded as well.

Jungkook's forehead creased.

"Then, who is it from?" He whispered.

"What?" The two asked at the same time with full of curiosity on their faces.

"Someone visited Haena earlier, there's a flower on her tomb when I arrived at the cemetery," Jungkook said.

"Since her parents are not here in Korea, so I thought one of you visited her," he explained with a puzzled look.

The two raised their eyebrows, confused the same as Jungkook.

"Haena doesn't have close friends aside from us, right?" Jimin asked while rubbing his chin.

"Could it be—"

"Excuse me. Good afternoon, here's your coffee."

Taehyung words were cut off when a woman wearing a brown apron interrupted their conversation.

#sakook #jungkook #sana #twice #bts #bangtwice #angelnation #bangtwicefanfic #angst #fanfic

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