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zarara · 3 years

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blue hour pt 1.

pt 1 | pt 2

pairing: yeonjun x f!reader

genre: roommates au - fluff, maybe angst

plot: you have very strong beliefs in life (mostly pessimistic) and according to yeonjun you're also very lonely but you don't pay him any mind (you should because he's known you since high school). on the other hand, when yeonjun in his habita is a disgusting little flirt. but here's the thing: yeonjun never tries his tricks on you, like ever.. so you do the worst thing to do: ask him about it.

note: sorry if this plot synposis suck i have not written in the longest time :( but yes i have finally accomplished some big boi deadlines in my life so i'm getting back into writing some fics. this is not my favorite thing in the world but i'm working on another very exciting piece but until then enjoy this first of three part hehe >:)

"mhm, this is literally the only reason i'm alive," yeonjun releases a satisfied hum, fitting almost an entire slice of pizza in his mouth.

"i am surprised you are," you grimace at him, "and heavily disappointed."

"hey," he raises an accusatory finger, "if you want to judge me, do that outside of roommate bonding hours."

you ignore his admittedly valid point, swiping his half-empty glass of lemonade and downing it, shrugging when he glares at you, "what? i thought this was a no judgement zone, yeonjun."

yeonjun shakes his head in defeat, rolling up the sleeves of his sage-colored sweatshirt to reach out for another slice, "i just wish it was raining now and this day would be complete."

you don't respond, eyes fixed on the television which was currently playing the first part of insidious.

among the very limited things you were thankful for is yeonjun's and your shared immunity to horror movies, allowing you to watch them in the background like they were reality shows.

"do you want more lemonade?" you nod as you hand your empty glass to yeonjun, picking up the last slice.

"hey, what the fuck?" yeonjun returns, handing you your glass, "that last slice was mine!"

"sorry, i didn't notice it had your name on it," you take a few sips of the lemonade.

"you had five slices and i only had three!"

you pat yeonjun's back, "i'm sure your body can handle it."

"one slice is the most i give up, even on dates!!"

"you're comparing our deep roomie bond to a date? i can't say i'm pleased."

yeonjun pouts, "don't use my words against me."

you laugh softly, leaning against the sofa, full from all the pizza, "i'll make you lunch tomorrow if you're that mad. i'm sure none of your dates have gone through the trouble."

his pout fades, eyes all twinkle, "you're the best, y/n."

silence falls over the two of you as you finally pay some attention to the movie.

"yeonjun?" you look over to your roommate, "can i ask you something?" he hums a yes, not looking away on the screen.

"how come you never flirt with me?"

yeonjun bursts into a fit of coughs, visibly taken aback by your question, "w-what?"

"i mean, i've seen you in your natural habitat. you don't miss any opportunities to hit on a girl. i've witnessed it with my own two eyes, but somehow, you never act that way with me?"

yeonjun, to say the least, is really fucking confused as to what is making you ask this question. not because he is a stranger to being confronted about his cockiness but because you, in specific, have never batted an eye in his direction, let alone be bothered with his love life.

so he's caught off guard, and for a moment, he wonders if you actually like him but then catching the impatient look on your face, he realizes he knows better.

"i, um, i don't know? i just... i never thought it would be of any use?"

"ah," your face clears up in understanding, "i see. it's because you don't see me as a woman, isn't it? i guess i can see how being friends since high school would do that—"

"what?? no!! you're not— that's not why i— it's because i've seen other men hitting on you and from your reaction, i knew it was just not a good idea. you'd probably set me on fire in my sleep."

"i would," you smile slightly, resuming watching the movie after the question has been answered to your satisfaction.

it's not like you care if yeonjun flirts with you

in fact, if anything, it's flattering he chooses not to mess with you

but... that didn’t change the fact that it was still something you were a little curious about.

as if reading your mind, yeonjun shifts closer to you with a smug smirk on his face, "oh? what's this?"

you raise an eyebrow, "what's what?"

"you're mad that i don't flirt with you."

"when did i ever say anything about being mad?" you roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

yeonjun's smirk only seems to grow, much to your chagrin, as he swiftly leans closer to you, tucking in a strand of hair, (which, for the record, you'd intentionally left loose). "you don't have to say anything for me to know, kitten."

and so began a week of torture, a suffering you seem to have brought upon yourself.

"yeonjun, would you please move?"

"pray tell why i would do that."

"because i haven't clipped my nails for a long time and i'm more than ready to make use of them."

"heh, you're a kinky one, kitten."

you are about do something you regret

all because stupid yeonjun refuses to let you access the fridge, standing in your way like the petty little twelve year old he was.

he seems to be taking his oath to "treat you like the woman you are" way too seriously for your liking.

and well, as much as you hate to admit it, it was all fine till now — the trying to sneak into your bed last night, and then the walking into your room when he was shirtless — all this you are willing to forgive

but standing in the way of your food??? unforgivable.

you raise your clenched fists for yeonjun to see, snarling, "i'm not kidding, yeonjun, i will slash out your eyes."

"you know, you would have to actually reach my eyes to do that," yeonjun shoots you a lopsided smile, stepping closer to accentuate that you are, in fact, almost a head shorter than him.

having lost all hope in retrieving your rights to the fridge through polite ways, you decide to take advantage of your proximity to yeonjun, placing a hand on his chest, slowly running it upward the fabric of his pink shirt, coming to cup his neck.

"hmm?" yeonjun's voice comes out strangled as he reaches up to hold your hand with both his just like you'd hoped.

you duck into the opening that his raised arms provide you, giving him a solid shove away from you, "i warned you."

he groans, "wah, i can't believe i just got played." yeonjun finally seems to have given up, going to take a seat at the kitchen counter instead.

you remove the french press with the cold brew you'd meticulously put together last night, scowling at yeonjun when he eyes the blueberry muffin you plan to snack on.

"eyes off my goods, choi yeonjun, i've had enough of you for today."

yeonjun chuckles as you turn around to slowly pour the brew into a tall black mug that you'd recently bought online.

you're about to shuffle back to the fridge to take out some almond milk and ice cubes when you feel arms wrapping around your waist.

you freeze, caught off guard, jumping up a little when you feel yeonjun's warm breath on your neck. "share some of your muffin with me, kitten?"

"what the actual HECK is up with you and 'kitten'? do you have a fetish i should be worried about or something??"

yeonjun smiles victoriously when you stay still in his arms, having expected you to push him away instantly. he inhales deeply, the lemon scent of your body wash meeting his senses.

"hmm, now that you mention it, i don't think i've ever called anyone kitten before... it's probably because you're so much like one."

deciding you'd rather not risk yeonjun getting any wrong ideas, you squat in his hold, effectively elbowing him in the groin, grinning when he yelps in pain, springing away from you.

"stay away from me if you want to have kids, yeonjun."

"so, tell me, is there some sort of a clock that must reset before i can approach you?"

you refuse to answer yeonjun as you try your best to focus on the intimidating document in front of your eyes, spreading your legs out so that he has even lesser space to sit on your already messy bed.

"because yesterday you said "i've had enough of you for today" and if i'm right, that means your tolerance for me refreshes every 24 hours."

you finally groan, looking up at the man crouched by your side with a tired look. "if only you used your analytical prowesses somewhere where they were wanted."

"don't worry," somehow still unscathed by the deadpan insults you'd been hurling at him all week, yeonjun winks at you cheesily, "i have an array of prowesses, you can choose whichever you suits your tastes best."

"is there one that shuts you up for good?"

you immediately regret saying it because your question fires yeonjun up, causing him to suggestively lick his lips before eyeing your own, voice annoyingly deep, "i'm sure we can arrange that."

you look away, clearing your throat, "how about one that returns my decent, much more tolerable roommate back?"

"do you really want that, y/n? i doubt you can return to our old routine as platonic buddies after having experienced how tempting the seductive side of choi yeonjun is."

you shake your head stubbornly, "please, believe me when i say i much prefer the respectable side of you."

yeonjun sighs, noticing the way your words carry a harsh bite to them, understanding you're genuinely pissed off. "all right, if the old me is so in demand, i won't keep you from him."

your ears perk up, gaze coming to rest at him with a question in the way your lips narrowed, knowing him well enough to anticipate the catch that is sure to be revealed any second now.

"but?"

"but... you have to go on a date with me."

"no."

"you didn't even hear me out—"

"no."

"it'll be a breakfast date!" and everyone knows breakfast dates are for platonic friends—"

"was i not audible the first two times? no"

"it's either go on a date with me or have me flirt with you for the rest of eternity."

"how about neither?"

yeonjun is basically a wall at this point, going as far as to pat your head and flashing you a thumbs up, "and i'll take that as a see you tomorrow at eight."

"eight? are you insane?" you grimace when you realise you've taken his stupid, stupid bait.

yeonjun grins way too brightly for your overworked brain, "be ready by nine, kitten."

damn it...

#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #rooommates au #choi yeonjun #txt #txt scenarios #txt yeonjun #txt imagine #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #blue hour #tomorrow by together #txt fluff

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 2

Ready for chapter 2? Here it is. This whole fic, but especially this part, was inspired by this article/interview. Men's Journal Article In particular by Henry's statements about his time at boarding school.

In this chapter we learn about Henry's and Kat's past. I hope you enjoy it. If so, please leave me a comment, like or replog. 💜

Previous part -> Nashi's Masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.4k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 2: Kat remembers the day Henry hurt her very much and they have the unavoidable conversation about it.

Warnings: RPF, mention of bullying, angst, humiliation

No beta! All mistakes are mine. English is not my mother tongue so expect bad grammar and wrong spelling.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Faceclaims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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"And I say I'll never hurt her

But she knows it isn't true

'Cause although I never told her

I think she knows 'bout me and you."

From "When Susannah Cries", written by Amund Bjorklund/Espen Lind

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Kat found herself confronted with Henry all alone after a week of avoiding him. Of course they had met when they had dinner together in the evenings but she had stayed out of Sam's and Henry's conversations most of the time and during the day she stayed in her office, busy with work. Sometimes she secretly watched him, peeking out of her window, when he played with Kal in the garden or when he was doing workouts or stretching when he came back from one of his runs, but she avoided meeting him.

She knew it was idiotic but she just couldn't forget their past. She felt childish and silly and of course it was unavoidable to talk about it at some point but she wasn't ready yet. On this Friday morning she was sitting in the kitchen having breakfast when he came back from his morning run unusually late.

"Morning, Kat." He flashed her a bright smile before he started to make a protein shake and an egg sandwich. He looked fantastic even when he was sweaty and worn out.

"Good morning." She avoided his gaze and concentrated on her porridge.

"Mind if I join you?" Henry pointed at the chair opposite of her.

"No. Please, sit." Kat gave him an awkward smile. It still felt so strange to have him around, it made her uncomfortable and tense.

"I already said this to Sam, the house is beautiful. I mean it always was, I remember it very well but what you made of it is great. Modern and traditional at the same time, perfect mixture."

"Thank you." She didn't know what else to say but Henry didn't seem to mind her taciturn reply, he kept on smiling and talking.

"I was pretty surprised when I heard that you moved here. I mean, you were always a big city girl, you hated Stowe, and then...St. Ives...not only for holidays but for good…"

"Yeah. At some point I was getting sick of the big city lights, of all the hectic and the noise and all the crowded places." Kat explained shrugging. "And when our parents thought about selling the house after their divorce, Sam and I decided to buy and renovate it. He was looking for a place to open a practise anyway and the old vet in town was giving up his, so it was the perfect opportunity for him and I can work from anywhere so we moved here."

"Right, Sam mentioned you're an editor."

"Yes. I have a little editing office and work as a freelancer for different publishing houses."

"That's great, Kat. You've always been good with words."

She smiled and this time it was more relaxed. "And you've always been a good entertainer."

Henry chuckled. "Most of the time you found my little performances annoying. I remember that very well."

Kat laughed. "You're right. When you tried your stand up comedy on me. That was a pain in the ass. But you were great on stage. You were a natural."

"We were a great team, all of our drama group."

"That's true but you were outstanding in Grease. Everyone said that. I remember our parents were gushing over your performance all night after the premiere." She laughed again and rolled her eyes.

"That must have sucked. Didn't your mother want to make you join the drama group too?" "Yes. And she hated that I preferred to write for the school newspaper. She thought I was wasting my creative potential."

"She was wrong. Your articles always were the most progressive, interesting and polarizing ones."

"Yeah, maybe. But she was right when she said you were extraordinarily talented. You're a great actor."

"Thanks, Kitty."

Her smile froze. Kitty. He was the only one who'd ever called her that. And he stopped doing it 22 years ago.

"I'm sorry, Kat. I don't know where that came from." He said with a remorseful frown.

"Just don't call me that ever again."

"Of course not. Unless you ask me to." He gave her a sheepish smile.

She shook her head, visibly annoyed. "Not gonna happen."

"Kat. Please, I'm really sorry and I know I lost every right to call you that a very long time ago but maybe we can start over again. Talk about what happened. I never got the chance to explain…"

"Don't even start, okay? I don't wanna hear it." She interrupted him mid-sentence and started to stir her coffee so angrily that she spilled half of it on the table.

Henry began to chew on his bottom lip. "It's just that my therapist told me to follow through my past, to take a close look at the mistakes I've made...to learn from them."

"My, my...too bad my therapist told me the exact opposite. Let the past die. Kill it if you have to. That's what he said."

Kat shrugged apologetically.

"That's not something a therapist would say, Kat. This is from Star Wars The Last Jedi. Ben Solo said this to Rey."

He knew the quote. Still a nerd, Kat thought. Still that damn cute dork.

"Never underestimate the wisdom of a Star Wars character."

"Ok, I get it. You don't wanna talk about it." Henry raised his hands in surrender.

"You catch on quick, don't you?" Kat said sarcastically.

Henry shook his head, rolling his eyes with an annoyed snort.

"Alright, let's keep it under the cloak of silence."

"Yup."

"Fine."

Kat crossed her arms and stared out of the window. Henry was fuming with anger. Why wouldn't she let him explain? Make a fresh start? They were 16 back then, stupid teenagers, why wasn't it possible to talk about this damn night now, 22 bloody years later? He bolted down his sandwich and his shake and left the room without another word.

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Kat went upstairs after this unpleasant encounter and plopped down on her bed with a desperate sigh. She remembered that damn night so fucking well. Still. After all these years. It was burnt into her memory as the biggest humiliation of her life. The day her heart broke in a way, no man had ever been able to repair it. Superficially maybe but not to the core. That stupid summer dance. Kat closed her eyes and suddenly she was sixteen again.

I really don't know why I'm already wearing that silly dress three hours before I have to go, I didn't want to have it at all. At least not before Henry suggested going to the dance with me. As friends of course but nevertheless. It will be the two of us together. You and me, Kitty. Two lonely hearts. That's what Henry said to me. That was four weeks ago and ever since that day it's all I can think about. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I like what I see. The dress is cute, it's light blue and quite romantic with all the frills and the puffed sleeves and I feel like an Edwardian lady from one of the novels Henry and I love so much. I feel pretty and I want to be pretty for him. I want to look like a girl tonight, not like a tomboy. I even bought a headband with little flowers. I'd really love to hear Amy's opinion on my dress. She's my roommate and friend but she's at the hospital because she had an appendix operation.

The ringing of the phone in our room startles me. I take the call. It's Henry and he sounds awful. He says he has a very bad migraine and that he cannot go to the dance with me. He apologizes several times but of course it's not his fault. I know he has these attacks from time to time and I know he can't leave his bed when he does. He needs to sleep in complete silence and darkness and tomorrow he will be fine again. He tells me he wants me to go alone, to have fun tonight but of course I'm not going anywhere without him and he knows it. It's a shame, that's true but where's the point in going to a dance alone without my only friends, without Amy, without Henry.

I take off my dress and put on jeans and a hoodie. I look out of the window, the weather is wonderful and I decide to take a walk to distract myself from the disappointment.

Of course I run right into my big brother Samuel. He asks me what I'm doing in the park. Why I'm not getting ready for the big party and for my date. He just can't stop making fun of me. He knows it's not a date, that Henry and I are just friends but he loves to tease me. He says I'm in love with Henry and of course he's right, I am in love with him, deeply, I'm in love for the first time in my life but I keep on denying it. Sam must never know that he's right because he would use it against me, that's for sure. When I tell him about Henry and the migraine he says I can't skip the dance, that I really need some fun and that I'm going to like it. He convinces me to go with him. His date has dumped him because he cheated on her. He's a notorious heartbreaker but deep inside he is a nice guy and -all in all- a pretty good big brother. I hesitate but then I think of the beautiful dress that's waiting for me in my room and so I finally agree.

I go to Henry's room to tell him I'm going with Sam and to explain why. I don't want him to be upset that I go without him. I knock but there's no answer. I guess he sleeps and I don't want to wake him up and so I leave.

Sam picks me up at nine. The dance starts at eight but he wants a big entrance. It's all about attention and drama, Kat, he says and I guess he's right.

When we arrive at the party Sam soon disappears with Molly Smith, one of his many exes and I stand alone beside the cold buffet. That's when I see him. At first I don't believe my eyes but it's really him. It's Henry. He's standing there with all the popular kids, chatting and laughing and holding hands with Poppy Edwards, the most beautiful girl of our school. No sign of a bad migraine. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I can't look away, I want to but I just can't turn my eyes away from him. When he notices me his face falls. He stares at me and so does everyone who's standing there with him. My first impulse is to turn around and run away but I don't. My pride is stronger than the stinging pain in my heart. He obviously doesn't want me to be here. To see him with his new friends and his date or girlfriend or whatever this is. I jut my chin defiantly and stand my ground. I watch in horror how Poppy takes Henry by the hand and drags him in my direction. Their friends follow them.

She greets me with a smile that's sweet as sugar but the words that come out of her mouth are like poison. "Katherine, what a pretty dress. Where did you get it?" Before I'm able to stammer an answer she keeps going. "Did you find it in the prop room of the drama group? You look like Eliza Doolittle." She gives me a fake smile and her stupid friends start to giggle. I know my face is flaming red with anger, embarrassment and humiliation but Poppy's not done with me yet. She turns to Henry. "I bet she wants you to be her Professor Higgins. Everybody knows she has a crush on you. Maybe she wants to kiss you. Do you want to kiss this dressed up tomboy, Henry? Or do you want to kiss me?" Now every single one of them bursts out laughing and it feels like a punch in the guts. I'm on the brink of tears. I look at Henry, searching for help, but there's no reaction. He doesn't speak up against them, does nothing to defend and protect me, he doesn't even look at me. He doesn't do anything, he just stands there staring holes in the ground, avoiding my gaze. I can't stand this anymore. Him. Her. All of them. I turn around and leave fully aware of the fact that this moment marks the end of our friendship.

When Kat woke up from that ghastly memory she felt just as terrible as 22 years ago. Humiliated and ashamed and angry. Very angry. She got up with a jolt, ran up the stairs to the second floor and headed right to Henry's rooms. She didn't knock, just stormed in, finding him standing there in only a pair of briefs. His curls were wet and he smelled heavenly. She stopped in her tracks and Henry stared at her. "Kat. What the fuck. Ever heard of privacy? Ever heard of knocking?"

She didn't answer, she just stood there unsure what to do or say. Henry put on a shirt and sweatpants and turned to her again. "Can I help you?"

"Explain." Kat said. "Explain to me what happened at the dance."

"Now?"

"Yes. Now. Is that a problem?"

He shook his head slowly. "Not at all. Wanna sit?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Come on, Kat. This may take a while."

With a sigh she sat down on the sofa while Henry plopped down in the arm chair beside the window.

"So?" Kat looked at him expectantly.

"Well, first of all I wanna say I was a stupid wank back then. I lied to you and I let you down. I know this now, I knew it then, but when Poppy asked me to go to the dance with her…"

"When?"

"What?"

"When did she ask you?"

"A week before the ball."

Kat nodded. "Okay. Go on."

"Right. When Poppy asked me I just couldn't say no. I mean she was the most popular girl in our school and she wanted to go with a nobody like me. With fat Cavill, the lemon. Her attention just felt so good. The thought that she might be interested in me...it was too tempting to not give it a try. I just couldn't refuse her. I faked that migraine because I thought it was the easiest way to keep you away from the dance. I was sure you'd never go without me but I was wrong. I considered telling you the truth, I really did because I hated lying to you, Kat, but I finally decided to keep it a secret because I was sure you would try to talk me out of it. I knew you hated Poppy..."

"Yes, I did. She was a bitch. A manipulative, arrogant bitch and a bully."

"Like Aaron Taylor you mean?" Henry snapped at her with an angry glance. After all these years he was still jealous of the guy. "Aaron was arrogant, yes, but he was never manipulating anyone. He was more honest and true to himself than every single one of you and your friends. And for sure he was no bully. I wouldn't have been with him if he'd bullied anyone. He was a good guy."

"Poppy wasn't that bad either. The real Poppy I mean. Not the queen bee she pretended to be."

Kat turned her eyes towards the ceiling and shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, sure. She was an angel…You know, that was the hardest part. To process that you of all people were with a girl like her. She and her friends made fun of us and our love for literature so many times." Her voice got tense and she took a deep breath to calm down. Henry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he continued to speak.

"Anyway. I never wanted to hurt you, Kat. I hope you know that. I didn't expect you to show up and I know the way I treated you was awful. I didn't defend you, I hurt your feelings, I betrayed you and behaved like an asshole. I know this is almost inexcusable but I want you to know that I'm really sorry. I was back then but I didn't dare to tell you. And I still am. I'm sorry and ashamed of my behaviour. I can only apologize and hope for forgiveness." He avoided her gaze, staring at his hands.

A long silent pause followed his statement but after a while Kat inhaled deeply and after clearing her throat she started to talk. "Thank you, Henry. This really means a lot to me. I mean, hearing you admit all that. And the betrayal, that's what hurt the most. I want you to know that it was never about the fact that you didn't return my feelings for you. I mean, of course I was jealous of Poppy, but…"

Now Henry was the one to cut in.

"Wait. Your feelings for me?" He sounded genuinely surprised.

"Come on, don't act stupid. You must have known how I felt about you. I was pretty obvious and Poppy told everyone at the dance that I had a crush on you." Kat knew she was blushing but it was embarrassing to say that out loud.

"Kat, I swear I had no idea. I thought Poppy was just joking. I never considered you'd see me this way." He looked her right in the eyes before he continued. "You told me that you don't see me as a boy. That I was -and that's a quote I will never be able to forget- 'just like a girl that has a teeny wiener' to you."

"Oh god, Henry. I was 13 when I said that and I was a brat with a loose tongue. I did see you as a boy when we got older. Of course I did…" Kat gave him an awkward smile.

"So you really had a crush on me? Why didn't you say anything?"

"To be honest it was a little more than a crush. I was in love with you. And when you said you'd go to the dance with me I thought that maybe there we would dance and get close and maybe share a special moment and a kiss or...I don't know. I just had these silly romantic fantasies…" Kat swallowed hard and shrugged.

"You hoped that we'd become a couple that night."

She nodded.

"I never knew this, Kat." Henry felt awful. If he'd only known, he would never have said yes to Poppy if he'd had the slightest notion that Kat was in love with him.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore, does it. That was 22 years ago. I'm not that girl anymore and you most definitely aren't that boy."

Kat got up and clapped her hands.

"I guess it's a good thing we've talked this through. Your therapist is going to like it." She gave him a sarcastic smile and Henry got up too. He came closer but Kat took a step back and so he didn't move any further.

"Do you think you can forgive me?"

"I already have, Henry. I know you didn't do it on purpose or to hurt me. We were so young and now as an adult I somehow unterstand why you acted that way...but that's not the point. The problem is to forget and to trust you again."

He nodded slowly. "I understand that, Kat. Just give me a second chance, okay?"

She took a deep breath. "I'll try to. But I need time. Time to get used to you, to the whole situation."

"Sure." And then he pulled her into a hug that felt right and wrong at the same time and left her dizzy and with a racing heart. "I won't let you down again, Kat." Oh how she wished she could believe his whispered words.

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tbc

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minjuwrites · 4 years

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“Hey, Neighbor.”

A/N: Hey guys! I am back and with a different kinda story?? I decided to write for Beomgyu of TXT! Honestly, ever since these boys were announced I've been obsessed with their music and I’m so happy to see them get the recognition they deserve for how hard they work. I’m sorry it’s not a BTS fic, I know I have been promising a Jungkook one, but I've been having a writer's block and the amount of time I put into it I don't want to write something half-assed just to finish it! Hope you guys understand and depending on how this goes there might be more TXT content for you guys! Thank you guys for all the likes and reposts, it honestly makes me so so incredibly happy and motivated and it really makes me so happy!

WARNINGS: light angst? (Not really I mean it seems like it will turn that way but good ending!)

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In the quiet district of Buk-gu if you listen closely you can hear the plucks of a guitar’s strings in the late night. If you listen even deeper, a sweet melodic voice will fill your ears and lull you to sleep. Fortunately, Y/N Y/L/N is able to hear these sounds every night. It started when she was younger, albeit the guitar was much more scratchy and off beat and the voice was more squeaky but, as time passed the boy on the other side of the wall only improved. Some nights she was lucky enough to hear him from the balcony of their apartments and as time passed so did Y/N’s love for the voice that always seemed to drift her off to sleep. Strangely, despite being neighbors, she's only seen the boy a handful of times and only for a short minute, usually when he was returning or exiting his apartment. There was one time where he held the elevator for you and the entire seven floors up you had butterflies in your stomach. You tried to memorize every part of him you could without looking too closely. He was tall and slender, his dark hair contrasted against his light beige skin. The more of him you took in the more stuffy and small the elevator seemed to get. And as soon as the ping of the elevator sounded you were nodding your head and rushing to your apartment door without a second glance at the boy.

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This month has been hell, with final exams and graduation quickly approaching you were struggling to retain as much information as you could. You had worked your ass off these four years trying your hardest to get into a good university in Seoul. As much as you loved Daegu, you craved the bustling streets and busy people. As you sit at your desk re-reading the same sentence for the tenth time now your eyes wander to the balcony window. Checking the time the red lights flash 1:00 A.M. You wondered if the boy next store was studying as well. Did he have exams too? Maybe he has already graduated? He didn’t look much older than you but, not once have you seen his face in your school. The more you think about him the more your mind stirs and you force yourself back to reality and the boring textbook in front of you. As you read the question again, frustration fills your body, your mind could read the question but it skipped over processing it. With a sigh you push yourself off your chair and make your way to the balcony for some fresh air. The night air has a nip to it and you settle yourself on the wooden chair facing the empty streets. It's so quiet all you can hear is the sound of the wind blowing past your ears as if they were telling you little secrets. As a single car passes down the road you close your eyes imagining what it was like now in Seoul. It must be early for them. Taxis are likely passing through the roads trying to get happy people home after a night of going out. It must not feel this lonely as you did now. Looking at your phone you check the time: 1:30 A.M.

Deciding to grab your textbook and notebook you hoped to get at least an hour of studying in before sleeping. You settled on continuing on the balcony letting the cold air be a natural energizer. After a couple minutes of you switching between scrolling through your phone and trying to read the pages in front of you, the sound of a sliding door makes you raise your head. There he was; dressed in a basic white shirt and dark sweats with a sleek acoustic guitar in his hand. His hair is disheveled and you can see the way his body is begging for sleep, he doesn’t even notice you at first until a gush of wind has your papers rattling. His eyes grow big as he looks at you, he takes a moment to look over the sight in front of him. Your hair is tied loosely and you wear a sweater and baggy shorts, he can’t help but blush at how beautiful you look. To him, the light of the moon has you glowing more than usual and he has to remember to keep breathing. His eyes look at the textbook and notebook in front of you and he feels guilty for interrupting your studying. He turns around to head back to his room deciding to be considerate and practice his music inside to not disturb you. As soon as he opens the door your voice rings out.

“Oh, I don't mind.” You smile at the tired boy. “The sound actually helps me focus.”

He smiles back shutting the door and makes his way to the wicker chair. He tries to hide his giddiness as he realizes this is the first time he's heard your voice so clearly. As soon as he sits down he takes a quick glance at your eager figure before strumming the chords of a new song he had been practicing.

I’m lying on the moon,

My dear, i'll be there soon

It’s a quiet and starry place

Time’s we’re swallowed up

In space, we’re here a million miles away.

You stare in awe at the smoothness of his voice, even after all these years of hearing it you had never been this close to him. Your body relaxes to the sounds and you continue to write your notes, all the stress seems to leave your body and you can't help the small smile that rests on your lips. Through the night the boy next door plays song after song for hours. As you write the last page of your notes you stretch and let out a yawn before intensely watching the boy finish the song he was currently playing. As he strums the last chord he looks up to your sleepy face with a trace of a smile. For a moment you two stare at each other to the sound of silence before you shyly look down and pack your things. You collect your books and the sound of your feet patter against the floor.

“Goodnight.” You smile before slipping yourself back into your room.

Beomgyu smiles and watches as the lights to your room flip off and he pushes himself off the chair and lazilly walks back to his room.

“Goodnight.” He whispers.

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For the next couple of weeks this became a late night routine for you two. Beomgyu’s friends teased him for the deep purple bags under his eyes from the many nights of staying up to see you. Your friends were always curious on what had you up so late at night since they caught you sleeping during long lectures and breaks. Soon enough the night before finals came and you spent almost the entire day buried in your notes. Meanwhile, your neighbor was currently panicking trying to bring up the courage to bring you the extra dalgona coffee he “accidently” made. Pacing he was trying to think of how he could actually talk with you before he left for Seoul, his final exams were tomorrow and luckily for him he had a contract for BigHit Entertainment waiting for him meaning that all he had to do was pass the exams rather than do well. He pumps himself up before he grabs the two mugs and makes his way out to the balcony. He isn’t surprised to see you already outside buried in your book, the stress was radiating off your body and your brows were tightly knit.

‘Come on dude, just say hi’ he tells himself. “H-hey.”

Your eyes flutter up, you didn’t even notice the boy come outside. “Hi.”

You can’t help but melt at the sight in front of you, his tall body is wrapped in light brown cardigan and his long legs are covered by fitted black slacks. You smile at the two coffee mugs in his bony hands, you think he looks so precious with his fluffy dark hair.

“I accidentally made too much whip…” he looks anywhere but your face as he sticks out his left hand holding one of the mugs.

You get up reaching over the gap and gently taking the mug trying to ignore the tingling sensation you feel as your skin touches each other.

“Thank you.” You smile before looking at the fluffy coffee and taking a sip. The cold drink seems to cool down your burning insides from all the built up stress you can't help but let out a happy noise.

“Is it good?” Beomgyu smiles.

“Very,” you look up at his figure lending against the rail. “You must make this a lot.”

He nods his head in agreement. “I always drink this before practice, it keeps me energized.”

“What do you play?” You ask curiously.

He laughs a little before taking another sip of his coffee. “I dance and have vocal training.”

You feel satisfied to know more about him and you find yourself craving to know more.

“You must go to an arts school then?”

He nods his head. “What about you, I always see you studying you must be really smart.”

Both of you wanted to know everything about each other, you switch between answering and asking questions enjoying the company.

Curiosity bubbles inside you, not once have you seen your neighbor open a textbook.

“Do you have exams, you must be tired from staying up playing guitar.”

He looks at the ground sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck. You noticed he was always so animated when he spoke making you smile.

“Ah~,” he looks at the cars passing down the road before continuing. “I actually have a contract set up for me after I graduate. I guess I’m so excited about it I've been spending my time practicing for that rather than my actual exams.”

You can’t help but feel excited for him. His energy is beaming when he mentions the contract.

“What company? I bet you got a lot of offers for how talented you are. They better treat you well.” You point a finger at him.

He gets shy from your statement and giggles slightly. “I actually can’t say but, if I debut with this company it will be a dream come true.”

You nod your head understandingly, you knew a bit about the entertainment industry and how strict their contracts could be. You both take a sip of your coffees admiring how twilight was beginning to settle.

“If you see me on TV make sure to cheer for me.” He beams.

“Of course,” you giggle looking into his eyes. “I’m your biggest fan.”

He can’t deny the way his heart skips a beat at your words and he especially can't hide his now crimson cheeks.

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking about both your hobbies and plans for life. You tell him about your dream to move to Seoul and open your own little business, the entire time he listens attentively. Soon darkness covers the sky and the thought of studying leaves your mind completely.

“I feel bad, I’m distracting you from your studies.” He looks towards you with a guilty smile.

You turn your head from left to right. “No, I really needed this. I was feeling so burned out it's nice to just talk with someone.”

As much as he wants to stay outside with you and continue to talk he knows he should get to studying himself so he can at least pass his tests.

“If you ever need an energy boost, just let me know.”

You take one last look at each other before the two of you break into a smile again.

“Hey, neighbor, fighting!” He laughs with his arms raised in the air.

You laugh along copying his motions watching him look towards you for the final time and slipping into his room.

//////////////////////////// 1 Year Later //////////////////////////////

As you cook dinner the TV plays in the background, an entertainment show dedicated to debuting K-pop groups. You liked to listen and watch enjoying the way the groups happily gave everything they had for their new fans. After hearing your neighbor talk so passionately about performing it made you appreciate the music scene more and the people inside it. The sound of screaming fans catches your attention and you look at the banner flashing at the bottom of the TV.

‘Tomorrow X Together’

You pour the ramen you were cooking into a bowl before settling yourself in front of the TV watching the new group intensely. The music plays through the TV speakers and you bounce to the beat enjoying the uplifting sound. You almost choke when the camera pans to an all too familiar face. His dark hair is now bleached but his face is still the same. You watch the rest of the show with a proud smile. You swear his eyes are sparkling and you can’t help but giggle at the cute dance they do.

As they wrap up their song the introduction portion comes, you eagerly wait for your past neighbor’s turn.

“Hello, Tomorrow by Together, my name is Beomgyu.”

The crowd cheers loudly and your smile grows even bigger.

Beomgyu. After all these years you finally learned his name. You feel a little ridiculous but as the program continues you cheer with the rest of the fans in front of your TV. The butterflies in your stomach attack as you watch Beomgyu perform and speak with loads of passion.

“If you see me on TV make sure to cheer for me.”

//////////////////////////// 3 Years Later /////////////////////////////

As the winter air kisses your skin you bundle yourself into your coat and scarf. You let out a breath of hot air before walking away from the little cafe and making your way to your apartment. You don’t get far before you hear the quick footsteps of someone close behind. As you turn around you are met face to face with the familiar dark hair and slender face you grew up knowing and studying. His hand is outstretched as if he was about to tap your shoulder and a surprised look coats his features before turning into a content smile.

“Hey, neighbor.”

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Anything You Sing

A/N: Ok, so this was originally an ask from @shamelessbookaddict so credit goes to her. The ask: Bicth just imagining singing good ol bollywood songs to peter; him not understanding a word but loving it anyway; bruce just smirking at you when you sing something romantic

So I decided to shift the fic here instead of directly answering the ask. So if at all I make a master list, this would be helpful :D also, here is the audio of the song I used, if you want to sing along! The singer is male and I haven't changed the few lines in the song indicating the gender of the singer in the fic. I wanted to stay as true to the song as possible!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Indian!reader

Summary: You confess your love by singing a song

Warnings: the word 'fuck' twice? // Words: idk man, I didn't count

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Peter was having a bad day. A very, very bad day. School was hectic. He had lots of homework pending due to night patrol (totally his fault, actually. And he knew it. So he couldn't blame anyone else). His sleep schedule was an absolute mess because he would stay up when ever he got the chance to finish off his projects and models. His attention span in classes was now that of a fucking squirrel on crack and he had gone to the principal's office twice already.

Just when he had thought that things couldn't get worse, he had dozed off in yet another Biology lecture. Usually, the teacher would let him off the hook because he was a bright student and could easily catch up. So Peter tended to doze off for a few minutes trying to complete eight hours of sleep in five minutes. But today, it was a very important lecture going on and the Ms. Mason had strictly informed the class that everybody had to be attentive. Of course, Peter had to doze off. Unfortunately, he had been caught. Ms. Mason's disapproving glare was enough for him to believe that he had committed the ultimate betrayal. He was now very close to the Avengers' Tower, and he had already mentally hit himself a hundred times.

Peter just hoped that for the love of God and everything Holy, you was there. You were the only other Avenger who was his age. Of course, there was also Shuri, his homegirl, but currently, she was miles away in Wakanda. The three of you always shared a close bond and he could only hope that his bond with you would be much closer. He was a blushing mess when it came to you.

He entered the Tower heading directly for the elevator when he heard your voice.

"Pete! Hey, Spidey! Wait up!"

He turned around to see you bounding towards him. You threw your arms around him bringing him into a tight hug. You had missed him. He could understand that by the way you stood so close to him, able to listen to his heart beat rise. He hugged you back with the same enthusiasm as yours. Unable to hold back a sigh, he snuggled his face deeper into your neck.

You stepped back- not leaving his arms, he noticed, blushing wildly- and asked him with furrowed brows, "What happened, Pete?"

He smiled at you, grateful that he had someone like you who could understand him so easily. God, sometimes he just wanted to take you in his arms and cuddle forever.

"Nothing. It's just that school is turning quite hectic now-a-days."

You studied him for a moment, eyes taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the weary, tired smile he gave you. His brown eyes, usually sparkling with delight and excitement, now held exhaustion.

"Okay, that's it. You and I are going upstairs to the common room and you are going to sleep on the couch. I know you won't sleep in your room. You'll probably start doing your homework. And no arguments!" You shut him down before he could protest. Dragging him into the elevator you asked FRIDAY to take you to the common room.

"(Y/N)."

"Hmm?"

"(Y/N)!!!!!"

"What Peter?" You snapped at him. It had been half an hour since you had forcefully made him go to sleep on the couch and fifteen minutes since he had started whining about how he was not feeling sleepy.

He was sprawled on the big, grey couch, and in the short span of thirty minutes had somehow managed get tangled in the pillows and cushions placed. His head was dangling from the corner of the couch as lay on his stomach, left hand on the ground supporting his body. His right hand was somewhere in between a pillow and his head and one leg was on the couch's headrest. It was certainly a view for you. You sat at the opposite end of the couch, the book you had brought with you long forgotten.

"You know I can't sleep anywhere other than my bed unless there is music."

He didn't know how he got the confidence. He had been contemplating about asking you to sing to him while he sleeps but was too scared to see how you would react. Perhaps it was his sleepiness which made him bolder, the lack of sleep affecting his control over his speech. But it had not completely taken over him. He tried to fight the urge to just spew out his feelings for you.

"Music? What kind of music do you want to hear?"

"Anything you sing."

Now he really wanted to slap himself. He had really gone and done that. This was worse than spewing out his feelings for you. Now he was never going to get to cuddle you because he was too sleep deprived to think before he said anything and you were gonna slap him across the face and walk away-

"Peter stop panicking. Peter! Are you okay?"

You were stunned when he had asked you to sing. You weren't expecting him to be this forward. You had your suspicions on whether or not he liked you but you never acted upon your feelings and the innate desire to just ask him out in the fear of being rejected. There had been instances when you thought that maybe he reciprocated your feelings but then he would say something and you would immediately start questioning yourself. So you stood in the sidelines, trying to get closer to him so that you can understand him, only to fall more for him. Now, here he was, panicking and shaking, about to fall from that goddamn couch, pillows and all, and you didn't know whether he was just sleepy or actually liked you. So much for understanding him.

"Look, I- I, (Y/N)-"

"If you want me to sing, I can." You smiled through your stupidity and tried to stop from strangling yourself with a rope.

His eyes lit up as he groggily pushed himself up from the other end of the couch and slid towards you.

"Thanks, (Y/N). You are the best." He replied, placing his head on your lap. Consequences be damned, he was already getting detention tomorrow. Might as well do this.

You stilled, trying to form coherent thoughts. Stumbling through your words, you finally relaxed and placed your hand on his head.

Running your fingers through his hair, you decided on the first song that came to your mind.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Ms. (L/N)?"

"If anyone passes by and asks you to translate the song I'm about to sing, don't do it, please."

"Of course, ma'am."

"Also, can you play the instrumental for the song when I start singing? Keep the volume at minimum."

"Okay, Ms. (L/N)."

Peter snuggled into your lap as you cleared your throat.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

"Is that Hindi? What does it mean?" Peter asked sleepily.

You smiled at him. "Sleep, Petey."

FRIDAY started playing the instrumental.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara"

What did you mean to do, when you touched my heart so?

"Badala ye mausam, lage pyara jag saara"

The seasons changed, and the world seems beautiful!

"Chookar, mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Tu jo kahe jeevan bhar, tere liye mai gaaun"

If you say so, I'll sing for you for a lifetime.

"Tere liye mai gaaun"

I'll sing for you.

"Geet tere bolon pe, likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing music from what you speak

"Likhta chala jaaun"

I can keep on writing...

"Mere geeton mei, tujhe dhoondhe jag saara"

In my songs, the world will search for you.

"Chookar mere mann ko, kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

You rocked him as you sang, his soft, content snores filling you with satisfaction. A smile made it's way on your face without you even realising it.

"Aaja tere aanchal ye, pyaar se mai bhar du"

Come, I'll fill your arms with love.

"Pyaar se mai bhar du"

I'll fill it with love.

"Khushiyan jahabhar ki, tujhko nazar kar du"

I'll gift you all the happiness in the world

"Tujhko nazar kar du"

I will gift you..

"Tu hi mera jeevan, tu hi jeene ka sahaara"

You are my life, you are my reason to live.

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara. Badala ye mausam, lage pyaara jag saara."

"Chookar mere mann ko kiya tumne kya ishara."

Closing your eyes, you smiled. Oh the things you would do to stop time at this very moment. You wanted to live in this moment forever.

"That was amazing."

You shrieked, not expecting anyone to be around. You turned, trying to see how many people heard you, groaning when you see almost all the Avengers.

"Why didn't you guys say anything?!" You whisper, trying not to disturb Peter who was sound asleep on your lap.

"Well, you were amazing. And we wouldn't want to awake Pete, now would we?" Tony answered.

"Okay, fair enough."

"What does that mean?"

You blanched. You had hoped this won't come up. You looked at Steve who had asked the question, face filled with confusion just like the rest of them. Of course, they were asking about the song's meaning. Something you'd rather eat shit than having to tell them.

"Nothing. It meant nothing. It's just a song I like." You lied, your tone firm with finality.

"Okay, if you won't answer, I'll ask FRIDAY. Hey, FRIDAY, what did the song that (Y/N) sang mean?"

You swore to God you had never felt so proud of yourself in that moment.

"Sorry, boss. But Ms. (L/N) has asked me to not translate it to anyone."

"What?! I'm the boss here, FRIDAY. Come on. You can't say no to me."

"Sorry, boss. Ms. (L/N) requested to not translate it to anyone. And you fall under that category."

Bucky snorted at Tony's appalled gasp. Nat was trying so hard not to laugh. Sam did not even bother to hide his laughter. Your smile widened, before it dropped. Bruce. Bruce was smiling directly at you. Fuck. He knew. Obviously, he knew. You begged for mercy, mouthing how grateful you will be if he could just shut his mouth and not tell anyone. He snorted before obliging. But you could see his gears turn. And you thought Bruce was the person who did not meddle in people's matters at all. You shook your head. You could talk to him later.

"Hey, doesn't Bruce know Hindi?"

"No!"

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