#It's unnecessary there's no reason for this juyeon

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I Swear I’ll Never Leave Again | Lee Juyeon

Pairing: childhood friend!Lee Juyeon x historian!fem reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff slow-paced contemporary non-idol au

Words: 6,300+

Warnings: one NSFW joke, a corrupt working authority, fraud from a big institute, Y/N is a wreck who can’t deal with overwhelming big emotions, crying, mentions of food and sugar, betrayal i guess (?), just the fact that it’s a fic of two idiots having complicated feelings and here they are trying to solve it, jealousy (?), fighting (not physically), Juyeon’s mom is called Auntie Sora, kissing, pet names

Inspired by: I Swear I’ll Never Leave Again by Keshi.

Premise: For a career that started with an unnecessary sacrifice of a special relationship with a childhood best friend, everything was going well. Until it didn’t. But for once, being involved in your nation’s biggest fraud scandal gave you a chance to fix everything.

[July 2016, Graduation Day in Liberty High of Gwangju]

Finishing high school felt like the closing of your childhood and happiness. You felt like you were closing a chapter of a book you didn't want to put down.

That day was going to be a crumbled sandcastle before it was even built. Not only was the idea of being your own responsibility scared you, but the idea of leaving home was painful to you.

Leaving home was not leaving a familiar place or leaving a tearful, yet proud family behind for college. It was leaving Juyeon.

You and Juyeon were the school's loyal students for 12 years straight in your generation. You both knew each other even before both your moms placed you in the same school. A companion since childhood who had your heart and placed it in a warm place. All it took for you to feel at home again... was him.

Telling your best friend of 15 years that you were leaving, a day before you actually do, making him process the fact that you were moving in no time, was a mean move. Not only that, you broke the promise you both made as children; that what you both had would be everlasting. You both promised, more than the swear under tangled pinky fingers, that even if you decide to leave your past behind or change identities, the only person you'd still call back was supposed to be him and vice versa. You both each had a designated Nokia flip phone with a SIM card that had no contacts but each other’s. The phones and SIM cards were stolen with a plan by the both of you from a device store run by an old uncle in an underground market back when you were both 13.

You knew the day of graduation would go bad. What you didn't know was that you still have the ability to worsen it.

Not only did you decide to put an end to an evergreen friendship, one that contributed to who you are and your happiness, but the way you ended it was in the way you knew Juyeon would hate so much.

You ended it by not going to the graduation day and leaving the city as Juyeon waited for you to throw your graduation caps together.

[Early 2020 | Seoul]

You were pursuing your Master’s Degree finally. Bachelor's distorted the idea of time as luxury. You wished having no time was a good reason to state why you missed important assignments. You wished that having “no time to do assignments due to the importance of the assigned person's sanity being the number one priority" was a good enough reason to excuse yourself. Yet at the same time, you wished you had time. Because you did not even complete your assignments, despite sacrificing lunch, dinner, and sleeping hours just for them. One time, when you were in your finding-my-circle phase, you talked to a few senior girls at the bathroom sinks. They gave you useless tips (That was how you knew they were definitely not your circle).

"If he doesn't wanna give you an A, F him." you remembered the automatic grimace you made.

You wanted to make it up to yourself. So when you saw a brochure at the library's promotional corkboard, you stayed to read it all. An exciting title written by a named institute from back home with very professional graphic designing skills.

We are hiring: Future's Hope for Education!

The nation's leading learning institute is looking for students majoring in

1. Archaeology (Undergraduate and Graduate)

2. History (Undergraduate and Graduate)

3. Military History (Only accepting Graduates)

4. Art History (Only accepting Graduates. Hired as conservator-restorer)

We are building a historical museum, aiming to educate the youth the importance of the past war to teach them about their future. Undergraduates who major in archaeologists and historians are accepted as interns. Graduates are hired as the major's profession.

Please contact us for more information.

Another big day, another big anticipation, another thing you wished you could tell Juyeon, another reason you regretted leaving him. You wished you could’ve taken him with you. Auntie Sora would’ve let him go with you. This was also another day where you hated yourself for still lying with yourself. Maybe all you needed was a time to reorganize your feelings. Maybe at the time you developed an unfamiliar feeling with Juyeon and it scared you, because it could’ve harmed him, yourself, and what you both had. You wished you knew that it meant romantic attraction and you wished you knew how to repress it to save everything you had. Now, you lost all of them; him, yourself, and what you both had.

[Late 2020]

You were doing splendidly in your job. The boss had always said your findings were always the 'fanciest'. You caught him joking from time to time about how much money the artifacts you've found would cost. He would say the museum would make his fellow (probably rich CEO-esque) friends jealous.

You and a few of your college friends were starting to spot weird behaviors from the son of the CEO, who you all referred to as your boss. He would scream and throw ceramic mugs at his own bodyguards (of which you were always curious why he had almost five of them guarding his door and ten for the whole building).

One day, Kevin (your college friend who studied Art History and worked to restore paintings there) was called to the office. You, Changmin, and Chanhee wished him luck through facial expressions.

Kevin came out of the office with a pale face almost zombie-like. All three of you noticed him running to the bathroom. He came back to his workspace and wrote something on three Post-It notes.

He packed everything on his table and his bag. When Chanhee and Changmin were whispering "What happened?" and "Talk to us!" You spotted your boss getting out of his office, and talked to one of the bodyguards.

That bodyguard was approaching Kevin as soon as the boss was in his office once again. You looked at Kevin with brows furrowed. Kevin beated the uniformed, muscled man to the exit door.

The three of you looked at each other, only to notice each one of your desks had one yellow Post-It note.

[As Working Hour Ended That Day]

The three of you decided to call Kevin after work in a café due to the heavy policy of no phones in that building. But before that, you three had to read his Post-It notes first, since all of you had so much work to do and your boss wanted it done by today.

All of you received different messages from the artistic guy.

"There's a number 2 on the top with blue ink. Then, he wrote Dark Groceries written in black. On the bottom, it says I have the job of the General. He's scaring me..." You and Chanhee saw the note as described by Changmin.

"Mine has number 1. And a drawing of a guy painting and next to it are two letters S and T crossed and drawing of a... printer? Below it says I didn't enlist but have no ER. The bottom said Hey I just met you and it's not a maybe. Chanhee, what did you get?”

"3 on top. He wrote sick and a plus sign. He drew an eagle next to it. Bottom has a drawing of a spool of thread with a writing D-day turns into T-Minus.”

"Gee. Since when can he come up with cryptic messages?" Changmin looked at the three green-coloured notes.

"Whatever, I think we should call hi—"

"Wait... I figured it out." Chanhee's milky face washed out and somehow possessed the same horror that Kevin had.

[5 minutes later]

(The picture is just for easier visualization. It was created with few editing skills and a little help from AI)

"Put all your notes, according to his number from 1, 2, and 3." Chanhee placed your sticky note on the table first as yours had number 1, then Changmin's, and finally his own.

"Read Y/N's first. He drew an 'artist.' Take out the letter S and T from the word, you get arti. It won't make sense unless you add the drawing of a fax printer, which I believe he wanted us to use only the word fax. So arti plus fax, meaning artifacts. So far, is that clear?" You and Changmin nodded.

"I didn't enlist but I have no ER. Guess what they call a person who enlist."

"A troop? A soldier? I don't—" Changmin said the one thing that came to mind.

"Correct. The I is removed and it doesn't have E and R. Final equation, sold. It says Artifacts sold. The bottom one, I figured, was left to be read last but still in the numbered order."

"What does he mean artifacts sold?" You asked Chanhee.

"That's where number two comes in. Dark Groceries. Dark obviously means Black. Do you know where we go for groceries?"

"Holy hell..." that was when all of you knew how scary all of this was.

"Third, sick is the synonym for?"

"Ill... so with the eagle..." You looked at Chanhee, hoping what you pieced wasn't true, he only nodded while clenching his fist around his hair. Changmin reacted as if life turned 180 degrees on him, and to be fair, it did. Your body was so weak that your lungs forgot to do its automatic job.

"Illegal... What about the bottom texts?"

"Yours said Hey, I just met you and it's not a maybe. It might be referring to the song Call Me Maybe, but he doesn't want to say it with maybe. Changmin... I'm not sure what a general does, but I've seen Hollywood movies and as far as I know they're there to strategize, right? I don't know… Miss military historian, do you copy?"

"Affirmative, and you are right, this means Kevin has a strategy? Might as well meet him in his flat now! Let's go!"

"No. Stay. The third bottom text told you why you should call him instead."

"What is it?"

"A thread, D-day turns into T-minus? My best bet is that he meant the letter D in thread turns into T." You cursed in your head, feeling a little helpless.

[The call]

"Listen to me, the three of you, do not panic, okay? There are only 3 things you all need to do to quit without being threatened that they will watch you everywhere. One, play along and comply. Agree to whatever they say. Hell, act like you agree that artifacts should be sold. Two, each of you need to quit on different dates, each of you need to quit long enough not to make suspicion after the first one."

"Wait, I don't get the second one-"

"So say Changmin quit on February 2nd, Y/N will follow by quitting on February 20th. Chanhee, well that guy can stay all he likes—"

"Stay on track, man from maple-leaf land. Don't kid around with this stuff!"

"All right, you get my point. If they ask you why you leave, never act like you know anything about their selling stuff. On the other hand, if the man starts to promote you... That's when you're in a dangerous trap. Because at this point, he will start telling you about the dirty work and making you do them. Threatening you things such as if you tell anyone, they will come after you. Just say you'll consider it, but you won't answer now."

"This is wrong... I think all of us need to be whistleblowers..."

"You mean we should tangle ourselves a little bit to the danger just to gather evidence and submit them to the police. Next."

"I don't see why it's a bad idea. They're breaking a very big law." Changmin said.

[May 2021]

The Sentinel Post

A Nationally-Approved Conglomerate Illegally Sold Artifacts in Underground Auctions

The Citizen Speech

The Country's Biggest Institute of Learning Hide Behind the Education Facade to Gain Dirty Money

The International Paper

South Korea's President Demands Full Punishment on Those Responsible for The "Military Museum" Scandal

"Breaking news, coming from FOX News here, we are looking at probably the biggest fiery situation currently going on in South Korea. You know, Reggie, the other I just babysat my nieces who apparently listened to K-pop. I must say I'm impressed by the hype, they did it all with music and all of their culture is more interesting than those we have here in America, but now..."

"Hmmm, I don't know, Jeanette. The hype around the Asian country might be tanking soon with the museum scandal going on."

"These Americans are so fuc—"

"Chanhee, no swear words. We need to cool our heads down and getting triggered by them won't help."

"Y/N's right, Chanhee. Tomorrow's Supreme Court, we deserve to turn off the TV and drink beer tonight." Though, you know Changmin was also scared of what the media were saying.

Another scary day, another worry, another thing you wished you could tell Juyeon, another reason you regretted leaving him.

[Summer 2021]

With the four of you becoming the loved-hated people of the country with everybody recognizing you in the streets if you don't wear your masks, everything becomes overwhelming. Despite being thanked as whistleblowers and people who 'believed that justice needed to be served,' there are people who came up to the four of you, saying that you 'were too gullible' or 'too desperate for money that you had to fall for that.'

The four of you were hired by the government as "the nation's way to say gratitude" (A western article headline once said) to work in the National Museum owned by the government themselves. Interpol made a deal with the four of you, ensuring all of you safety wherever you go and money enough to cover each of you everything, even your retirement. As long as all of you work along with them to gain back every artifact sold.

Now all of you reunited and shared a flat that you all bought. The flat only had four floors. The ground floor is not much, just some stairs with locked security PIN and a door to a room for some police officer whose authority believe all of you are, and will always be, in danger. Anyone had to punch in the code to go up to the stairs and meet a wide wooden door enough for 3 people lined up to go through simultaneously. Inside would be a living room and a spacious kitchen with two doors leading to Chanhee's bedroom and Changmin's, and also another set of stairs leading to the third floor, which only had your room, Kevin's, and a guest. The top would be a balcony.

You thought about it everyday. How lucky that lot of people believed you are not a bad person. That the Supreme Court was right not to charge you or put you in jail for anything even for petty things like breaching company's secrecy and confidentiality or overall just being in the mess of the scandal. How you get to enjoy a big, yet enough apartment with the company of your brothers. Your parents told you everyday that you've become a 'big girl' now. You and your three loud friends told each other that it was not their fault (though, they may say otherwise to themselves too). However, as a historian who was once tasked by the now orange-suited boss to recover Korean soldier's belongings, you felt responsible. You thought about the things you recovered everyday. Love letters to their wives and kids, prized possessions, torn pictures, and marriage rings.

That was why you agreed to the Interpol deal.

You had to, so that you could forgive yourself.

[Winter 2022 | Unsent Love Letters no. 115]

From May 2021 until Fall 2022, the government had attained almost 500 collections that only Chanhee, Changmin, and you collected (Kevin had another job in the National museum). All that because the other 7 historians who were hired in the secretly-illegal project (those you don't know the names of anyway) weren't brave enough to involve themselves with authorities and help out after what happened. So the three of you had to clean up their mess too. Job opportunities went better for the three of you as the world heard that all of you had been involved with the government to gain back the things illegally put on sale. So one lesson you learned from the journey was that don't be cowardice, take your second chance to do the right thing, and if you have to, let the anger be the motivation to that.

Though, the good news was that 487 of those were all that were needed for the project to be finally done. However, 156 of them needed to be given back to whoever inherited them or needed to be asked for museum display consent.

"Y/N, come to my office."

You tailed your boss to his office, closing his creaky wooden door with the sticker 'Dr. Ryu's Workspace'.

"I'm sending you home to Gwangju."

You didn't even know what it meant yet, but the statement stunned you.

"I'm sorry, sir... Am I fired?" He gently chuckled, shook his head, then dropped his gaze to the wooden floor.

"No. I'm sending you there for three reasons. First, there is a bundle of unsent love letters, we numbered it Object 115. I need you to deliver it to the owner's widow. Second, I checked your records and history. You haven't left Seoul since 2016, never went home since then too. Why?" You were bewildered with the sudden detailed knowledge your boss gained. You didn't even know you've been staying in Seoul for 6 years.

"That's... personal."

"That's enough to tell me you need rest. I mean 6 years, tied to a scandal you didn't know would turn into a national drama, must've tired you out, no?"

"I mean, yeah, but—"

"And, three... Because there's a letter to me from someone from Gwangju, there was him in a photo you had together. He wanted to talk to you." Your brain was swirling in a whirlpool of suspicion and confusion.

"Well... who is it?"

"That's... personal."

"What the-"

"Not for me, but for the guy. He said he'll visit you there."

"Doc, I appreciate your concern regarding me, but I'm not going—"

"It's an order, not optional."

[3 days later, 2022 | Gwangju]

You took a taxi immediately to the address of Object 115's owner. With two suitcases packed for 3 months (mandatory) leave, you left the taxi in front of a suburban house with a wide green grass field, piled up with 5 cm thick of snow You walked with the gravity pulling your hand along with the suitcases, feeling your shoulders yearning to detach itself from the rest of your body. Who even thought a field of 15 meters in front of a house was beautiful enough to keep? Wouldn't it be inconvenient for the elderly woman owner of these love letters to bring monthly groceries inside? Look at the field, no one raked the snow in a while.

You placed your belongings beside you on the wooden porch, where you saw a golden retriever chained to the fence. The dog wagged its tail when it saw you, as if it knew you.

You thought the dog was familiar.

Juyeon had a dog when he was 17. A golden retriever puppy, named Robu. He asked you to name it and you said 'Love' but he thought you said 'Rob'.

The dog began whining at you, and sat up straight, looking at you with puppy sparkle eyes.

"Robu! What are you whining at? I—" a woman, maybe, around her sixties opened the door.

"Y/N?"

"Hi, Auntie Sora?”

[-.. --- -. .----. - / .-.. . .- ...- .]

"I think Juyeon could go home anytime with his grandma. Those letters belong to her husband." You took in the sight around the living room, while petting Robu who sat beside you on the sofa. They moved away from the street near your school to the outer area of the city.

"Oh... yeah... thanks." Auntie Sora was on the leather couch, sitting beside you looking at you with an unrecognizable feeling. Maybe it was because you didn't know how to feel either.

"What brings you back, Y/N?" There was a sympathetic smile, as her cheeks wrinkled, showing you that same love she still had back when she considered you the daughter she never had.

"Just... this letter I needed to give Mrs. Lee—"

"You would do that, but you wouldn't come back to Juyeon?" You could tell she was trying to understand you. She wasn't going Mom mode on you and being protective of Juyeon. You sighed, appreciating the effort it must've taken after hurting her son.

"I had to. I was told to go back to Gwangju on paid leave for 3 months, and I may not refuse. After everything, I mean this doesn't sound bad. At least that's what I thought, when I planned not to see Juyeon at all." The door opened and a wheelchaired woman pushed her wheels forward, as somebody was heard closing the door behind her.

"Sora! Darling! Juju and I bought groceries. Look at this boy, picking his old nan from daycare. Got all the nurses wanting him!" the elderly laughed coarsely.

"Granny!" groaned the boy behind her.

The moment they faced the living room from the foyer, everything turned into slow motion. The uncomfortable heat of embarrassment running in your veins. The guilt spasming your muscles. The way Auntie Sora's presence left your side. The sight of Juyeon freezing, turning pale as he tried to remember to breathe.

"Oh! Who is this nice-looking lass? Have you eaten, dear? I baked some cookies this morning with my daughter, Sora. It's Indonesian, I believe? It's called 'Snow Princess'. Juyeon, my grandson here, said to make it every month so that he can share it with his best friend back when he was in elementary school. Apparently, she loved it so much! I wished I could meet her—My grandson said she hated him now, so that's why she ran away from town. But Juyeon still loves it, though not as much ever since then!"

You tried to look at Juyeon's eyes, acting like you just acknowledged an unfamiliar guy in his family’s house. He just stared at the floor with lips shut. Arms folded as he leaned to the doorless entrance to the living room.

"I- Um- No- Uh- Thank you, Mrs. Lee, but I've eaten too much sugar today!"

"Oh, you know 'snow princess' cookies? Yeah, I believe sometimes the powdered sugar coating could be overwhelming. You’re very good at habit control, dear! It has been rare seeing those in people. I’d eat the cookies everyday and I would still annoy my endocrinologists." She pushed her wheels near you to talk to you more as her old soul laughed satisfyingly. She was about to initiate another topic, but you couldn't handle whatever was going on. So, you talked first.

"Mrs. Lee, I'm here to return your belated husband's letters."

She was startled with what you just said. You could tell from how her trembling wrinkly hands turned into a frosty statue. Then, she looked at you with relief in her eyes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for someone to say that.”

[3 hours later]

“Thank you for coming and delivering these to me. He was always excited to name my daughter. I never met him again after he died when I was 7 months pregnant with Sora. We’ve always thought to name the child Sora if it turned out to be a girl or Juyeon if it was a boy. Turns out, I didn’t have the heart to remarry, so when Sora and her husband had a son, his name was Juyeon. It’s a big relief to know that I named our child based on an agreement that we couldn’t execute through any communication at all. Hell, he died before he even gotta tell me he wanted the name to be Sora. He died not knowing our child’s name was Sora.” She wiped her tears with more tissue sheets.

“My pleasure, Mrs. Lee…”

There was a heartwarming silence as you witnessed the hug that Mrs. Lee and Auntie Sora had. One that moved your heart. It was a silence that deafened your eyes from the noise of people’s opinions of your 6 years old historian career. You realized that for once, whatever you were doing, it didn’t only have an impact on you. It was people like this, who gave you a view of the importance of executing your job with the best manner.

“Mrs. Lee and um— Ms. Sora,” without even looking at her, you could tell the honorifics confused her. “I should go home for the night. Thank you so much for welcoming me. I hope you both have a good night.”

You bowed to both of them, then they offered you to bring food from their kitchen like their homemade kimchi and of course, ‘Snow Princess’ cookies.

“No, thanks… I had too much already.”

“I’ll walk you out.” That was the first time Juyeon tried to look at you with the biggest effort to lift his lip corners.

You walked to the foyer, alongside him. You wore your shoes quickly and took the two suitcases you left beside the shoe rack. He followed you behind, opening the door for you. As he closed it behind him, he took the suitcase you held in your right hand.

“Are you going to your parents’ house?” he looked at you, cracking a gentle smile.

“No. They sold it and moved to the other end of the city.”

“Oh no, I know that. What I meant is will you go to that house they’re currently in?” You looked at him, trying to hide every guilt and embarrassment.

“...No. I don’t really want them to know I’m here. I, uh, was about to check in on Four Seasons.” He looked back at his mom’s house, then to his car.

“I don’t mind taking you there. Our house is pretty far from the central area anyway.”

Oh, lord have mercy.

[Sunset | Red light intersection at near Liberty High of Gwangju]

There was an awkward silence in the car. The silence felt like an uncomfortable noise. You wanted to find the source and stop it. However, everything was the source. Whatever you do to stop this silence was not going to make it better. Act like everything was fine? Nothing was. Act like nothing is fine? Could’ve worsened it.

“You sent the letter to my higher-up, didn’t you?” He chuckled a little as you faced him.

“Glad you still know me well after six years…” The red light turned yellow. Then, green.

“What’s up? Is there something important to tell me?” You tried to speak gently, in a friendly manner.

“Yeah, I swear it’s important enough that you had to come back and hear it from me.” Okay, that hurts more than it should.

“Oh… Okay… what is it?”

“I’m getting married, Y/N. You’re invited.” He looked at your eyes for a second before going back to the road.

You looked at him, feeling whatever he said froze you colder than the snow. Then, something just tickled the inside walls of your stomach, generating this uncontrollable giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing… Just…” You tried to control the tears with your convincing laughs, “Who is she?”

“You’ll know, eventually.” He smirked as his eyes stayed focused ahead.

“You’re not gonna tell me?” You scoffed, expressing half of the offense you’d taken. He shrugged, still not wanting to reciprocate the eye contact.

“Why should I, though?”

“Because I’m your best—”

“No, you’re not. You’re invited as an old high school acquaintance.”

He stepped on the brakes as another red light made an appearance, letting elementary kids from Liberty High of Gwangju cross the road tailing the school bus driver like little ducklings following their mama duck. That was when he looked at you with eyes you didn’t recognize. Eyes that didn’t feel like it belonged to Juyeon’s. Those eyes had a view of flames of anger disguised in the sea of calm.

“Oh…” Those icy eyes and inferno in the rest of his facial features was an unfamiliar look on him. “Okay…”

The car took a left turn. You knew it took just another kilometer to reach your hotel, but the tension in the car tightened your airways. You badly wanted to cry and you had no clue why.

“You can drop me off here. In front of the 7/11 store, I can just walk from there.” You pointed at the store 5 short buildings away from the car.

“No. It’s been a heavy snowfall lately. Besides, it’s quite a walk to the Four Seasons.” You faced him, coughing out a bitter laugh.

“You don’t mind an acquaintance’s request, don't you?” He looked at you. Clenching his jaw, intentionally showing the visible anger he never had the ability to show.

“You have no right not to let me marry another person. Not after I let you go, despite you not giving me a reason to move on. Do you understand me?” His voice lowered, almost generating a growl.

“This is not about whether or not I let you marry another girl, Juyeon.” You whispered.

He took a second to look at your tear-glazed eyes.

“Then… what?” He calmly asked as he stepped on the brakes in front of the fancy hotel.

He stopped his silver Hyundai Ioniq, gave his keys to the valet driver. You exited the car, opening the back of his car to take your suitcases, shutting it again. As the valet driver took off and did his job, you came back to Juyeon, ignoring the greetings the uniformed hotel staff gave you.

“I just…” You realized; you didn’t know what it was about, either. So, you lied. “I just want to know her name.”

He looked at your eyes, getting closer. Trying to search for something in those eyes that were trying its best not to burst and pour all her tears.

“You know… I only need you here not because I wanted to make you feel miserable or to rub it on your face that I’ve moved on from what we’ve had.” He paused before taking your suitcase from your left hand and placed it on the floor. He took the empty hand and looked at it before closing it into a fist.

“I just wanted to be in peace with you before another person eventually replaces your specialty. That’s what you wanted, right? Not to be special in my life anymore?”

[Midnight, 01:34 AM | Gwangju, but not home]

You were hurting, physically over an emotional moment that you had encountered. You were lucky the only person having a room on the floor you were at was you. You were hugging your knees looking at the Gwangju sky as your chest heaved for more oxygen, a downpour of tears on your cheeks.

The worst part? He was right.

You trapped him in a pit of pain, making him face everything alone. Leaving him for no reason. You had put him through hell and all that, because you had been in love with him.

Somehow, he managed to escape and made you fall in the same pit.

After gazing at the stars of the Gwangju sky, every tear representing each of them that appeared, you looked down at the brown suede suitcase you brought. You walked away from the bed, opening the suitcase, finding anything that had the ability to clean up the mess on your face.

Until, you saw a black Nokia 2720.

[03:21 AM | The hidden playground only the both of you knew about]

He was there already with his black hoodies and gray jeans. You walked to his side with your head hung low, looking at the rusty carousel he was focusing his sight on.

“Nothing in this town became lively as you left. Not this playground. Not the house you sold. Not me. Not even my mom who was worried about me.” He turned his head to the right, looking at you with serenity.

“You were not the only one who wanted to leave town and forget the other.” You took a breath until you inflated the lungs a bit too much, almost like a balloon on the verge of popping. It was the only method you know to make sure you got enough oxygen for your brain to think straight.

“Juyeon… The reason why I left you was because I thought my feelings would scare you.” He furrowed his eyebrows as his hands stayed in his pockets.

“I didn’t know how to tell someone that I was in love with my own best friend, because usually it would be you who knows everything about me first. Sometimes, I don’t even have to tell you and you know… How could I tell you I was in love with you without hurting everything we had?” The frown on your face started to cramp your cheeks, the tears burned your skin.

“We both had nobody but each other. I didn’t want to befriend someone just to talk about you as my crush.” His eyes softened.

“God, Juyeon, I could never hate you. If I do, I’d make you the one to leave the city.” You let out a sad chuckle.

“I didn’t even know the feeling I had back on Graduation Day was romantic attraction. Now, here I am. Will never be forgiven by you. Will never get the chance to love you the way I want to. Will never be special to you again. Will never be trustworthy. I changed you, but that was because you don’t know who I become anymore. And to be frank with you,” You choked on your cries along the words. “I don’t either.”

“I’m sorry, Lee Juyeon. I’m sorry that I ruined everything. I’m sorry I was scared. I'm sorry that I love you so much that the love I had for you scared me enough to run away from the person I was willing to give my love to. I forgot that it could've hurt you too."

You dried your tears with the right sleeve of your knitted cardigan. Then, you covered your mouth with it to reduce the sound of your cries.

“Y/N…” Juyeon brushed off your hand from your face, grabbing your face to get a clear look on you.

“You should’ve told me. I feel the same.” You still let the tears flow.

“Y/N, do you know why Dr. Ryu gave you three months?” You shook your head.

“I wanted that much time to make you give me a reason to move on. Deep down, I never moved on and I don’t want to. I still feel the same way and I still want you. But if you did let me go, then the only way to shut me out for good is for you to tell me a good enough reason why you quit on me… I never got down on one knee for anyone, Y/N. I only imagine it’d be you.”

[ January 15th 2023 | The ‘98 Flat, Seoul ]

“I’m confused though…” You smiled at him, wondering something as he sat down next to you on the sofa.

“What is it?” He asked you, looking at you full of adoration.

“Why not let me go? What I did was cruel…” He didn’t even take a second to think about the answer.

“You were the companion of my life for 15 years. I knew that when you left me, it didn’t mean you let me go easily either. I still know you, Y/N. You are never cruel.” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Cake’s ready!” Changmin yelled as he went to the dinner table with the cake he made.

“Happy birthday, Juyeon!” You sang along with your three friends. Kevin shut off the light, Chanhee lit the candles on the cake, then you called Robu to come along with you.

As Juyeon made his wish and Chanhee took some photos, you looked at him with all the joy in your heart that you never felt before. There was this satisfying feeling of recovering everything you lost, but also getting more than just that. You finally had the man who made you happy and he never failed to make you even happier than yesterday. He opened his eyes and he blew the candles. As the lights turned on again, you got closer to Juyeon.

“Happy birthday, love.” You smiled before your lips touched his. It was slow and warming like a lit candle was inside you, not burning the walls of your heart directly with the fire, but warm enough to give an impact.

“Thanks, honey.”

“Alright! Today a package came in the mail from Juyeon’s mom. Here it is!” Changmin took out a present from a red bag.

“Happy birthday, kiddo! Enjoy life with the boyz, Y/N, and Robu! Granny and I love you lots! Awww, it’s the cookies you like, honey!” You saw the ‘Snow Princess’ cookies with the heart-shaped packaging.

“We got you these expensive gifts, because you look like an expensive man. Prada belt from Changmin, Chanel perfume from me, and—wait, what is—Did Kevin just buy him riddles flashcards?” Chanhee screeched.

“Brother, ugh—”

“Wait, what’s wrong with—”

“BROTHER, UGH!”

“HELLO, SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY—?”

“Military Museum scandal PTSD, here we go again!”

Juyeon had his eyes on you the entire time. His wish became true even before he even made it; That from then on, he would have you in his journey with hands held forever until you actually do have a good reason to let him go.

#the boyz #tbz #lee juyeon #tbz juyeon #juyeon angst #juyeon #juyeon fluff #dreamyzhou the boyz juyeon #dreamyzhou fic

[gyusbambi]

red petals; kim sunwoo (1)

genre: angst, hanahaki disease, unrequited love, college au, introvert!reader

synopsis: with everyday you feel your love for him growing. so do the flowers in your lungs. and you can‘t do anything but discover a new flower each day.

warnings: angst, suicidal thoughts, disfunctional family

in which you are deeply in love with kim sunwoo, who happens to be interested in your friend.

daffodils are the first flowers you coughed up.

long, slender petals in a beautiful shade of yellow. inner ones formed into a trompet-shaped tube, the flower appears pretty to everyone. people don‘t seem to care about the symbolic meanings of each flower. instead, they are interested in the beauty of it. its color, shape, smell.

however, you dislike daffodils. the latin name for it is narcissus. the flower is named after a beautiful greek god, who was arrogant. he rejected all romantic advances and fell in love with his own reflection in a pool of water. however, he drowned trying to capture his reflection. therefore, the flowers on the riverbed are called after him: narcissus. apparently, the heads of daffodils can be compared to narcissus bending down to observe himself on the water.

needless to say, you make a lot of research of the flowers you cough up. finding out that daffodils can be symbolized as unrequited love, makes a lot of sense to you.

unrequited love is the reason for your hanahaki disease.

_

everything started in your second semester of college when your roommate kara decided to introduce her friend group to you, someone who appears quiet and shy.

although you’re an introverted person, you were able to open up to your new friend group. eric, mina, haknyeon and juyeon.

however not to kim sunwoo.

no matter how much you try to open up and talk to him, you fail every time.

blushing, shifting gaze, slightly trembling hands, dry mouth.

whenever the boy talks to you, you shrug, shake your head or nod an answer instead of actually speaking. sometimes you hesitantly offer an opinion or answer question to avoid awkwardness.

don’t get me wrong. it’s definitely not because you dislike kim sunwoo. quite the opposite! for some reason, you feel a little too attracted to the college student. just the sight of him makes your heart beat a little faster. now and then you have eye contact, which leads you to look away after only milliseconds, eyes looking for an object to focus on. wavy, dark hair slightly covering his beautiful round eyes makes you completely nervous. afraid that you’ll say or do something dumb or embarrassing, you usually keep silent. therefore, your bond with him isn’t as strong as the ones with the others.

on the other hand, you enjoy eric’s presence since the young boy is extremely energetic and really fun to be around with. eric made you open up by starting conversations with you when nobody else was giving their attention to you. as the others were laughing about something, the young boy noticed that you haven’t spoken a word and suddenly started talking to like you were his best friend.

little do you know, sunwoo wonders why you are comfortable around everyone besides him.

like how you are currently walking home after a long night of studying. the night sky is pitch-black, stars almost invisible. you feel the old air hit your face as you feel sunwoo’s warm hand slightly brush against yours. instantly your cold cheeks heat up due to the sudden contact of his skin with yours and you feel your hand tingle.

instead of looking up to observe his reaction, you don’t advert your gaze from the ground, too scared to look into his eyes. although you don’t even dare to take a quick glimpse, you know that he looks insanely good at that moment. his puffer jacket fading in the darkness, his other hand in his pocket, curls covering his forehead, tanned skin glowing under the moonlight. if only you had the guts to talk to him.

however, thankfully the boy himself moves his head to face you only to observe your small figure quietly walking next to him. sunwoo thinks you’re too engrossed into your own thoughts, not paying attention to your surroundings. not paying attention to the rest of the group walking in front of you, while the both of you walk in a slower path. indeed, the boy is anything but used to being alone with you. therefore, he takes this as an opportunity to talk to you.

“you good?”

his sudden deep voice brings you back to reality and you give him a short side glance before looking ahead of you again. sunwoo is surprised to actually hear your voice instead of getting a simple nod as a response.

“yeah. i’m just a little tired.”

in contrast to his, your voice sounds small and soft. attempting to meet your eyes, sunwoo nudges your side playfully with his elbow. “relax a little. you always study until you doze off.”

laughing at his statement, you finally meet his eyes and shrug before answering. “they only pick the best students for the bachelor specializations.”

when your eyes meet sunwoo’s he feels relief and comfort. the young boy is amazed by your shining eyes under the moonlight as he offers you a genuine smile, eyes still focused on yours.

“you already do well in everything, thought...”

you notice sunwoo trailing off and his eyes glancing around the park you’re passing by, before his gaze lands on you again.

“except botany.”

both of you say the same words at the same time causing you to laugh.

“i don’t know. it’s just not interesting to me?”

for some reason you seem a little less shy than usual today, which enables you to have a normal conversation with sunwoo.

“well, if you help me with microbio i could help you with botany.”

sunwoo shrugs, hands still in his jacket pockets. it is true that kim sunwoo has a deep interest for botany. everyone in your friend group knows that the young boy likes learning about several plants, whereas you find it boring and unnecessary. 

however, before you can agree to his suggestion, kara turns around swiftly to face both of you. gesturing to the dorms, the girl pouts lightly. “it’s time to separate our ways.”

“see you in the library tomorrow.” sunwoo mumbles when kara pulls him into a tight hug. 

rapidly you look away, eyes trying to focus on anything but your two friends next to you. eventually your gaze lands on eric, who’s already looking at you with an unreadable expression. soon enough he pats your shoulder as he chuckles. “sleep well. tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

“you too.” 

smiling, you wave at your friend before you turn your head to catch a glimpse of sunwoo glancing at you. thinking he won’t say anything anyway, your feet start moving towards kara, who’s saying goodbye to the others. 

“y/n!”

sunwoo calling your name makes you stop immediately, heart pounding a little faster than normal. with curious eyes you turn around and are met with sunwoo waving at you, a small smile forming on his lips. 

“rest well. and let’s talk more.”

suddenly your body feels like its frozen on spot, no single muscle able to move. it’s stupid how you can’t do anything but blink a few times, clearing your throat to give him a response. however, your throat feels dry and your nervousness makes it impossible for you to form actual words. instead, you nod shyly, waving at him one last time before your roommate grips your arm, pulling you towards the dorms. 

kara is already sleeping peacefully while you face your reflection in the bathroom, hand clasping your throat as you feel burning pain in your whole chest and throat area. frowning you reach for a glass of water, hoping that the pain would vanish. 

however, it only starts hurting more causing you to squat down on your spot. probing the pained area while wincing, you wonder what could be the cause for this horrible burning and itching. 

when you eventually feel like you’re going to throw up, you quickly grab an empty bucket. completely shocked by what came out of your mouth, your glassy eyes are now widen as you lean back, hand covering your mouth. in order to keep quiet, you try to avoid loud coughing. 

the empty bucket is now filled with countless yellow petals. 

flowers?

head tilting to the side, you open your mouth but can’t speak. the whole situation seems entirely absurd and confusing to you. maybe it’s a dream?

but you know it isn’t a dream when you google “coughing flowers” only to find out that it is an actual disease called “hanahaki”. 

and you suffer from it because of unrequited love.

_

to be continued.

#kim sunwoo #sunwoo #the boyz #tbz #the boyz sunwoo #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo fluff #sunwoo angst #sunwoo imagine #sunwoo au #sunwoo scenario #sunwoo fanfiction #kim sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo fluff #kim sunwoo au #kim sunwoo angst #the boyz x reader #the boyz au #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagine #the boyz fanfiction #the boyz angst

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A Goodnight’s Kiss | smut

Seoul, 2020 with Choi San (ft. Ex!Juyeon)

request : hi hi! can i request a first time with bf San in which reader and San are best friends and have feelings for each other? you can add and change anything you want, whatever works for you! thank uuu

smut & fluff : apartment neighbours & affectionate best friends, (service dom) experienced san x reader, bit of humor, female oral, fingering, protected sex (condom)), etc. ♡ 5.76k words

smut under the cut, minors do not interact

You stared at the people scattered around in your apartment, all of them being people you cared for (arguably on different levels. Frankly, you could leave some of them on speaker and pretend to listen on call), but one stood out in particular. 

Choi San. 

It had been three years since you'd known him, having found each other on the same apartment floor in Seoul, each floor only fit for two residences. As if you were meant to meet. 

As he lived across from you, you two had learned that there was much in common between you both. Whether it was the love for animals or the hatred towards anything too bitter, it seemed that those years of getting to know each other resulted in becoming best friends. 

Although both you and San had your differences, which made up all the thrill of unnecessary arguments over which gummy shape is best, there was one significant aspect that separated the two of you. 

You were 21 and a virgin. 

Not that that should be an issue in the first place, as it was nothing to be judged for, but you felt as if you were the only 21-year-old around who hadn't 'been with' someone. 

Meanwhile, you could almost recall each time San had somebody over, making you doubt even more if you'd ever lose your virginity. Let alone to him. 

Around two years into your friendship with San, you realized that you liked him quite a lot. Not only because he was handsome, but he was thoughtful, genuine, and could remember which sugar level you preferred in different drinks. 

You had full doubts of him having feelings for you since he's had one-nights and one (or two) partners throughout the three years. 

You had a boyfriend once early on into moving to your new place, Lee Juyeon. He was very much a good man to you, and you had no doubts that you did like him during the time you were with him. He was always patient with you, and never once did you argue out of proportion. 

It seemed that it lasted about seven months before you realized that the spark had gone entirely, or more so each other. Not because you were looking at anyone else or even San at that point, but you had work and university to take care of. 

You didn't want Juyeon to feel as if you were putting him aside. 

Much to your dismay, Juyeon was feeling the same. He was beginning to feel exhausted over his aspiring career and agreed to the break-up. With a simple hug and a truthful 'I'll miss you,' he left your place with a content look on his face.

Yet, although it was all in agreement and shared understanding, you remembered a week later you were crying in San's arms. Despite the pain being very bearable, the reasoning for your crying was in between missing Juyeon or yearning for a lover. 

Even then, within those seven relished months, it seemed that you both didn't go beyond feeling each other up under the comforting fabric of your shirts during makeout sessions. You always craved for more, in all honesty, but you were all too prideful to bring it up with Juyeon. 

What you felt for him was sweet but vague. It seemed that you two fit more like friends than lovers. As for how you felt towards San, now staring at him in your living room as you stood in the kitchen pouring a Sprite, it was from natural connection and passion. 

And it always also sweet. There was never a moment San never cared for you and visa versa. 

"Listen, it's been one and a half years since you've dated Juyeon. You've established your feelings for San after a year now, and it's worth taking the shot." Wooyoung, who was a mutual friend between you and San, told you. In a way, almost scolding you. 

"Dude, do you think it's easy for me? After years of middle school rejection and the hell of high school, not to mention coursing through university without sex, it's like trauma at this point to tell someone how I feel about them." 

You took a swig of the soda that was in your mug since it was your home, and you didn't want to waste any more paper cups, looking at Wooyoung as if he was talking to you about something nonsensical. 

In your heart, you knew that he was right. But then again, admitting that he was right meant that you would have to tell San. It seemed that Wooyoung knew something you did not, and yet you were clueless to what it was. 

"Listen, you're a virgin because you were scared." 

"I really don't think it's that." you sighed, looking at your friend, then facing the living room again.

To your delight, San was looking at you, sending you a smile that you could dream about for a week worth of nights. Before you met San, you remembered not dreaming often. But now, strange and enchanting dreams alike, you always had them. 

Time passed by quite quickly as you tried to keep your mind off of Wooyoung's encouragement, doubting every single word that passed his lips. You know he meant well, but the thought of telling San made you want to hurl. 

With every person that passed the door, you had a sliver of hope that San might walk out too. But you knew better. You knew him all too well that he would stay, help you send the guests out, and clean up. Because he knew that you would do the same for him. 

And as your apartment grew emptier and emptier, you found yourself sat on the couch with San doing the same beside you. 

"Hey." he started, shifting his body to the side to face you.

"Hi." you responded, doing the same as him while hugging a pillow.

"What'd you talk to Woo about? Seemed pretty serious." 

You pursed your lips, hesitating to say a word. But San was your closest friend and the man you eventually began to grow feelings for. You love him too much for you to not at least tell him something. 

"So..." you trailed, "You know that I'm a ... virgin, right?"

San nodded, his face slightly flushed because of the mention of your sexual status. He could recall the various times you were frustrated, being able to hear you from his place, shouting at yourself, and questioning why Juyeon wasn't the one you could lose it to. 

"Wooyoung thinks I'm scared."

"Why do you think you're scared?" he asked, sitting up properly to hear you better. 

"I don't think I am, and it's not like I've never done anything," you spoke, referencing all the times that you've somehow reached a point that was 'almost-sex,' "I think... I just haven't found the right person to have the urge to do it... with."

Your words slowed down when your eyes met with San's, and it seemed that gravity had brought you two closer on the couch. Although that would be impossible on itself, you swore that whenever you looked, spoke, or touched San- you fell more and more for him. 

"Ah," was the only thing San could say, attempting to ignore his urge to tell you that he wanted to be your first, "I guess people like those come very rarely for some of us." 

"Yeah." you breathed out, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

He was doubtful, but San decided to move closer to you to face you better, taking your hands off of your laps to be placed into his palms out of comfort. Years ago, you told him that your grandmother used to take your hands in hers when you felt sad. Since then, San had done it whenever you felt the slightest bit blue. 

Unbeknownst to you, despite San's indulges in numerous people for sex, you always seemed to stay in his heart. There was never a moment that he'd want to forget with you. Whether those were the fights, stupid texts, and late-night wonderings, every day was mundane yet better with you in it. 

Yet somehow, you were the destination he didn't have the guts to reach. His feet always seemed to walk him to the bus stop but never stepping into it. He had his ticket at hand for his way to you, but he hesitated to leave what was his town of comfort to reach you. 

"You..." San trailed, "You are one of the best people I've ever met. Whoever you choose to lose it to one day, Y/N? He might be the luckiest guy in the world. Even if you don't marry that guy, I bet that he'll cherish that night more than you will. Because that is how great you are." 

You were sure, very sure, that he was the one you wanted to lose your virginity to. But you didn't know how to put the fact you liked him into words, let alone that you wanted to go to bed with him. 

His words, the way he looked at you, maybe Wooyoung was leading onto something and didn't want to speak on behalf of San. He always strangely encouraged you, a bit too strongly, as if he knew something. 

No, you thought. I can't be deluded by my own fantasy. I'll just go to sleep and forget about this conversation tomorrow.

"Hey, San?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm kind of sleepy," you said while taking your hands off of his (to which he looked down at rather sadly, but you didn't notice), "Can we call it a night?" 

"Oh! Of course. Of course, yeah. Sure." he rambled, standing up from the couch, scratching the back of his head. 

You stood up after him, smiling meekly. It appeared that you were uncomfortable, but it was all because you couldn't trust yourself any longer to keep your confession in. Doing as you usually did, you opened your arms up for a hug. 

"Goodnight!" 

San, who was very much trying not to smile too hard, took a step closer to you. With your arms going around his upper body, his wrapped around your shoulders. And much like before, he reassured you by having his right hand gently stroke the back of your head. 

"Night," he returned back. 

But as the two of you pulled away, there was a brief second where your eyes met his. He didn't know if it was because of the moment, but the boy moved the hand previously stroking your hair to the side of your face. 

It was that moment when you realized that your apartment had gone quite cold since many people had left. Even though the majority of the company you had before was gone, San was more than enough. 

He was all you needed right now, all you wanted. 

His lips touched your forehead, staying for quite a few seconds before you felt it go away. The kiss was as light as a feather, but it made your heart feel as heavy as a rock. Letting out a shaky breath, San felt as if he didn't have much control of his body, and his heart was doing all the work. 

Inching down, another kiss was placed on the bridge of your nose. 

Another right barely ghosting your cupid's bow. 

And the last one, one that seemed to take an eternity to happen, was on your lips. To which, you kissed back, grip tightening around San's body as your hands wrinkled his shirt. 

More than usual, you felt yourself feel very flustered. Whether it was your whole body or the specific spot between your legs, San always sent goosebumps throughout your body. And he, just as much as you, couldn't believe that you were kissing back. 

When the minutes passed as the two of you continued to kiss, and either of you tried to resist the forming arousal, you took the initiative to pull away. For a few seconds, you looked at San, but he didn't have the nerve to look at you. And as his hair covered his face, you pulled one of your hands away from his body.

With a gentle hand, you swiped it away from his face. Your much softer hands than his stroked the side of his face, your thumb gently grazing his cheek. Finally, he looked up, and somehow his eyes were a little teary. With his own hand, he held yours that was on his face leaning onto it. 

"You just kissed me," you spoke out, above a whisper.

"And you kissed back." he smiled, "Can I kiss you again?"

"Please." 

Now both of San's hands were on each of your cheeks. With an eager smile, he shook his head before he kissed you again, "I can't believe that I'm doing this with you."

"Me neither." 

"San?" you asked, your voice slightly shaking, "Do you... do you want to do it with me?"

"Do what-" he suddenly understood what you meant.

You saw that he seemed a bit shocked, "No, San. I've always thought about this. About us. About you. You're the only person I've ever thought of doing it with."

You then closed your eyes, holding your head in your hands when you realized what you had just said. What you had just confessed. You sat down on the couch, apologizing as if you said something wrong. 

San, who was questioning why you were apologizing, kneeled down in front of you. Once again, like before, he took your hands in his. This time, he barely put his forehead against yours, kissing your cheek maybe a million times for you to know that he didn't mind.

At all.

"Y/N?" he started. You responded with a shy 'Hm?', eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his brown eyes, "I've been waiting for this moment for months. And I promise you if I could give you more than me, I would."

"You're more than enough, Choi San." 

Slowly but surely, San stripped you from your clothes. And with each item, he pecked multiple kisses all over your body. He asked you ever so often if you were okay, and you reassured him with a beaming smile that you were. 

Your skin felt as if it was burning in the best way possible with every touch that came from his hands to your naked body for the first time. With all the insecurity you've cooped up for all the years, refusing to ever come out of the gym showers naked, you've never felt as beautiful before. 

And San had never seen someone as beautiful as you. If he had seen you like this sooner, he would know what he was missing even more. When he thought there could be no other way you could arouse him more, especially compared to that time you wore a skirt he picked out with you, he was falling in love with you even more. 

"Are you sure..." San trailed, "You want to do this with me?"

"San?" you asked the man who was hovering on top of you. 

"Yeah?"

"You-" you started, kissing his cheek and whispering into his ear, "You are the loveliest man I have ever met. And there's never been anyone I want to lose my virginity to more." 

It was as if a switch went off on San. Holding himself up over you with one hand (to which you couldn't help but stare at his arm and bare chest, admiring the lines of muscle on his skin) as he skimmed the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet. 

Taking it out, he held it up to you. 

"There's... a condom in there." he almost laughed, looking at your wide eyes, "Do you mind taking it out?" 

With reluctant movements, you opened his wallet. Looking at through, you suddenly gasped when you saw something else. 

"Is that..." you stared at the cardholder that held a picture that meant a lot to San. 

He nodded, shyly smiling and looking away, staring at the framed image of the two of you on the table beside the couch. Before you loved him as a man, you loved him as a best friend, and every night you never failed to look at that picture before going to your bedroom.

But now, the picture you were looking at in his wallet was one of you and him in a photo booth. Although cliche, it was one of the photos from the set the both of you took after San had a frustrating day at work, and you had spontaneously brought him over to the mall and spent the rest of the day together. 

With you behind him, you held his lips up to make a smile with your pointer fingers. It wasn't the most flattering picture of either of you, but one that made San's day better whenever he opened his wallet. 

Realizing that you were distracting yourself, you looked through the folds and finally saw a shining purple packet. Guessing that was it, you felt a small part of yourself both panic and feel impressed; it was trojan. 

"What, baby?" you were surprised by the sudden pet name, "Were you expecting less because I'm Korean?" 

San took his wallet away from your hands, throwing it to God knows where gripping either of your wrists above your head. The packet went into his pocket for later use.

He began to kiss you, deepening it with each second, jean-clad crotch grinding against your bare pussy.

You moaned against his lips from the friction, legs wrapping around his sides. You couldn't help but move onto him, eager to do more to please your untouched core. What were you to lose? Besides your virginity. 

"I. Never. Expect. Less. From. You." each word you exasperated out, separated by kisses. 

"You are such a sweetheart," he said against your lips, tips of both of your noses grazing, "Do you mind if I-"

"For the love of God, San." you started to reassure him, "You could bend me backward over this couch, and I would still do it with you, tenfold."

"Jesus, woman. What are you into?" San joked, his hands now freeing your wrists and moving over to knead your breasts, "You like this?"

You nodded, absolutely adoring the man touching you. It felt great, but you gasped in surprise when San went down, engulfing a nipple into his mouth. It also didn't help that now, one of his knees was purposely grinding itself against your wettening pussy. 

Your moans filled the room when San hummed against your nipple, sucking harder when your nails were slightly pressed against the skin of his shoulder blades. Not that anybody had to know, but San was as much of a masochist as he was a sadist. 

"S-San?"

"M'yeah, baby?" he asked, his voice murmured when he was kissing down your body. 

"Could you... maybe..." you admittedly felt timid to ask, "P-prep me?" 

"As if you couldn't get any cuter, my love." San traced your lips with his thumb at first, then tracing them with his middle finger, "Why don't you open your mouth a little, baby? Stick that pretty little tongue out." 

You did as told, feeling his finger gently touch it. You closed your lips around it, putting in the effort as you pretended it was his cock. You didn't break away from eye contact, taking all of it into your mouth and pulling away, a string of saliva shining under the light. 

"Oh, oh, baby. You're really eager, aren't you?" he teased.

Backing away by an inch, San made space for his hand to go in between your legs. But when he began to feel up and down your pussy, he brushed against your clit and began to circle on it. Because his touches were light but constant, you jolted for more. 

"Why did I even have you suck my finger?" San began to lick up from the base of your neck to your lips, encompassing you with a passionate kiss, "You're already so. Fucking. Wet." 

"S-San." you mewled, "M-more, please."

Instead of listening to your pleas, he pulled away, letting out a chuckle as if to tell you, 'I won't let you off that easy.' Bringing his now covered finger towards himself, tutted you to open your mouth without any words by tapping your lips. 

You did, sucking his finger clean of your sweet cum. 

"You're so hot." he sighed out, "I think you do deserve more."

You squealed when San suddenly hopped off, his hands gripping the back of your knees to pull you to a different position. Now, you had to bend your legs to avoid them from falling off the couch, as San now kneeled in front of you. 

San licked a stripe upwards, flicking your clit with his tongue, causing you to breathe out. San was pushing your knees back, devouring you into the night, making you try to hold back your moans as he abused your clit. 

"F-fuck." you cursed, throwing your head back against a cushion. Your hands found their way to San's hair, entangling the gaps in between your fingers with his soft locks. 

"Mmmh." he hummed against your pussy, bringing vibrations that shocked you closer to your finish. 

"S-San!" you cried, an octave higher than your original voice. 

As the pleasure started to overwhelm your body, both it and your heart finally gaining the ease it deserved, you thought San couldn't pull anymore. After all, you didn't know any better. 

You were the one who never had sex before. 

"Oh-" you started, surprised when San let a finger pass through your sopping hole, "Oh, fucking hell.”

"Am I turning you on that much that this just slipped right in, hm?" you hated how he was taunting you, yet you couldn't help but squirm, "I'm taking that as a yes?"

You let out a louder moan, the embarrassment washing over your head since the pleasure had flooded you by now. It felt oh, so right when San began to make his middle finger move in a 'come hither' motion. However, he suddenly stopped inside you. 

"Wh-why'd you-" 

"Listen, baby." he growled, "I want you to be as loud as you want. I want to hear those pretty moans of yours. And most importantly,"

He then slowly pushed a second one in, stretching you out a bit more with care. Surprisingly, it wasn't painful, and it only ached slightly. Gradually, San began to push in and out of you, making you do as he said; be as loud as you want. 

But again, like before, he stopped. 

And as you whined, his left hand pushed back your thigh a bit more, "Most importantly, I want you to speak when I ask you a question. Or else, I'm going to leave you here and wait until tomorrow to fuck you." 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, just then realizing that you had never remembered being fingered by any other guy to feel this good, not even yourself. 

"N-no, please," you begged. 

"It's okay, my love. I'm taking care of you tonight because how can I walk away from you, all gorgeous here for me? I would be the stupidest man alive to not want to be with you, let alone be the first man." 

You covered your face with both your hands, trying not to let San see it. How could you feel shy now, when you knew that he wanted this just as much as you? 

He continued to press against that one spot, his palm pressed against your clit, adding to the arousal. You were fogged with pleasure, but you weren't blinded enough to not know that San could be uncomfortable in his jeans. 

After all, you did feel how hard he had gotten before.

You brought one of your hands to his crotch, palming him through his jeans. When he felt what you were doing, he inwardly groaned. Being used to having to get ready in a rush, you unbuttoned his jeans with one hand, snaking your way into his boxers. 

Taking it out of the fabric, it was then you felt his size. San wasn't too big, nor was he average. You visibly smiled, knowing that you could take him, but still feel a stretch if he were to go inside. 

As if he was made for you. 

"If you weren't this fucking tight," he smirked when you gasped when he started to fuck you harder with his fingers, "I wouldn't believe you were a virgin." 

After a few more plunges into you, you felt yourself grow close. San could tell by how the hand jacking off his cock began to loosen as it shuddered, trying to pay attention not to stop.

"You wanna cum, darling?" he said in a provoking tone. 

"Y-yes, please," you begged, pushing yourself against his hand more, "N-now."

"It's okay, just cum." 

As if it was a command, you came. Unlike the times before and the times you did it on your own, it felt worlds better than you imagined. Easing out of the spell, you were shocked when San brought his fingers into his own mouth. 

Sucking his own fingers clean, he smirked down to you, "My baby's so sweet." 

Silently, you snuck a hand around his abdomen, grabbing the packet in his pocket. When you found it, you gestured it towards San. 

"I'm ready."

With no other words, he ripped the condom packet with his teeth, spitting the separated foil to the ground, "Do you want to put it on me?" 

"Are you sure I won't make a mistake?"

"It's like saran wrap around a cucumber," he smiled when he saw you laugh, your nerves calming down much more, "Except it's not green and hard."

"You sure?" you snaked your hand down from his shoulder down to his member, slowly pumping it as if you knew what you were doing. In retrospect, you did, but this was Choi San. 

He inwardly groaned, gripping the back of the couch more, knuckles turning white when you stared up at him while biting your lip. You held the foil packet he had given to you, grabbing the rubber that was inside. 

As calm as possible, trying to recollect every time you saw the demonstration in Sex-Ed, you smoothly rolled on the condom with ease around San.

"Hey, you're pretty good at that." he chuckled. 

"Pays off to listen in class." you joked. But after a second, that went away when San kissed your forehead for relaxation, "I think I'm ready San." 

"Okay." he whispered out, "Okay, you trust me?"

"More than anyone." 

And as San began to push inside you, there was no ounce of regret when you looked at him. All your life, or at least for the last few years, you've been pressing yourself to find somebody worth losing it to. And now, here, this was the most special you've ever felt. 

And you were never so sure of something. 

One hand gripping the back of the couch for stability, the other holding your thigh up. You bit your lip, closing your eyes shut from the new feeling. 

"Breathe, okay? Come on," he inched his body closer to you until you could hear his own breathing, "Pace with me, darling." 

He tried hard to not fuck your soul out of your body, completely and utterly in love with both you and the feeling of you. With each breath you sucked in, he slowly pulled out. And with each one you let out, he slowly pushed in. 

And after a few thrusts and getting used to, you kissed San and hugged his body to hearten him, "You can go faster."

He, to whatever being or science that created this universe, he thanked it. The warmth of your pussy, how it hugged around his cock, he couldn't stand going as slow as he was before. If you were anyone else, if this wouldn't be the first time you two were doing this, San had sworn that the couch would be broken by now. 

But maybe for another time. 

"Fuck, you're so tight." he threw his head back, trying to shake himself to reality and that this was happening right here, right now. 

San began to thrust in and out of you, stretching you open as you let out small moans mixed with sighs of pleasure. You were trembling, goosebumps littering your skin as the man you had fallen in love with a year and a half ago treated you as if you were glass. 

And as for San, euphoria rushed through his veins as he tried extremely hard to make sure that he wasn't only fucking you, but he was making love to you the way you deserved.

The romantic bliss that he rarely experienced with his one night stands made him realize that if he were to never have sex with anyone else again, he'd be glad that you were his last or if you were his forever. 

And he wanted you to be ever since he knew that he had been in love with you a year ago. 

"San," he snapped back to reality at your beck and call, "I-It feels so good."

"Fuck, you're driving me mad," he said, his voice slightly shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, "You feel absolutely amazing."

San brought one of his hands away from clutching the couch. Getting it close to your pussy, beginning to rub your clit along with his movements that were increasing. 

He watched your face contort your pleasure, your neck exposed for him to leave a few hickeys as you bit into your couch cushion, moaning out. As he began to kiss you around your neck, eventually sucking various marks to heighten your senses. 

Besides, he wanted to physically see what made you his after this. He couldn't help it, knowing that if you looked this mesmerizing now, how much more you'd look in the next times. In hopes, you would. 

"I-" your hands found their way from his shoulders to the sides of his face, looking into his eyes, "I'm close." 

"Me too," he spoke through clenched teeth, swearing that he had ground them straight from trying not to cum, "Cum with me, okay?"

"Y-yeah." you exasperated out, "Kiss me, please." 

"Baby." he breathed out, bringing his lips onto yours. 

His thrusts began to grow sloppy, but it still managed to bring you closer as ever. His hand continued to massage your clit, making you shake even closer to your orgasm. 

As you clenched around him, seconds close to untying the knot inside you, your hands quivered as your lips parted against his. Your chest heaved when you felt yourself begin to cum, your walls tightening, making San outwardly groan in a release.

As you felt him twitch inside you, you came as well, attaching your lips unto his again, your body uncontrollably shaking from the wave of pleasure. 

San, knowing precisely what to do, got off of you for a brief moment to unwind. Knowing well that you would be very unaware of your surroundings for just a few seconds, he ran to the bathroom, tying the used condom and tossing it into the trash. 

Tucking himself back into his boxers and jeans (not bothering to zip them, they held up on their own), he washed his face with cold water and ran back out. Much to his dismay, you were still there, but now sitting on the couch with bent knees, covering your own body. 

"Hey, hey." he carefully tutted, running to grab the blanket that was usually displayed on the couch arm, "Come here."

You did try to move, but frankly, you couldn't. 

"Uh... San?" 

"Right! Right, I'm sorry." he apologized, to which you responded with an 'I'm fine.' 

You squealed when he carried you, bridal style, placing you over his lap as he grabbed the blanket to cover mostly you than him. You realized that maybe you still felt a little insecure when you weren't doing it, despite San being shirtless as well. 

You placed your head on his shoulder, finally pacifying down when you became aware of Everything. What just happened, who you had done it with, and why you loved the man who was holding you. 

"What now?" San asked, your bare legs draped over his clothed thighs as you played with his hair. 

"Wait," you suddenly remember, San responding with a worried 'what,' "Aren't I supposed to pee or something? My friend told me that I always should pee after sex to avoid an STD, should I-"

"That was what you were worried about?" he laughed, but not putting it past you since... it was you, "I thought you were worried that you regretted doing it with me." 

"San." you said in a tone that scared him quite a bit, "For years, I thought that if I forced it enough, I'd find the person I'd want to do it with. The amount of times I've kicked somebody out or told a boyfriend 'no', it's almost devastating. -

- But somehow, for some reason," you moved your hands down to gently brushing his face with your nails, soothing him, "Everything is so easy with you. Up until the moment I admitted that I wanted you to be my first, despite all the nervousness I had that you'd find out that I had feelings for you, even if you were bad, I'd still be with you."  

"Really?" San couldn't look at your face, shyly facing away and tracing your blanketed knees with his fingers, "Me too. Me. Too. And you were so, so good to me tonight."

Your lips connected with his, and you felt that similar rush that you had since the start of the night. And as he refused to let go, you didn't want to either, you had thought, 

"Does this mean that I'm your girlfriend now?" 

"No," he shook his head, "More than that. You are my girlfriend, my best friend, and the love of my life." 

"You're all that to me too, and my first." 

Everything started with a visit from San to your apartment for sugar. You then visited, going to his to see if he was alright after he didn't come out of his apartment for a few days. 

From then on, the friendship that bloomed within a month began to grow more, and you trusted him with your life, visa versa. After three years of knowing each other, a year of the consciousness of being in love with one another;

It all started with a goodnight's kiss.

#requested #requested atzsslut #atzsslut #ateez #ateez choi san #ateez san #ateez fic #ateez smut fic #ateez choi san smut #ateez san smut #ateez smut #choi san x reader #san x reader #ateez san x reader #ateez choi san x reader #choi san x reader smut #san x reader smut #ateez san x reader smut #ateez choi san x reader smut #first time

[hooniee]

   — ꒰‧⁺ eye candy + bonus scenario*ೃ༄

↷ jay x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ genre: fluff | school romance ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷  warnings: none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

♡ :: hii can i get a school au with jay? thank youuu i love you work!! ༉ ﾟ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ author note: hi lovely! thank you so much for requesting and i’m glad you love my work! it means the world to me <3 i’m so sorry that it took a while to get this out but i hope you still enjoy it! @yeojinscactus (the bonus scenario isn’t my favorite but i think it was cute!)ˎˊ-: 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

my mans, jay

beautiful eye candy in the school, you know?

i know when we have that one attractive person in school

you don’t even have to actually like them

your eyes just gravitate towards them?ಥ_ಥ̥

that was who jay was

putting your books in your locker and you hear jay’s laugh near?

YOU SIDE EYE HIM AS HE WALKS BYE

(DID YOU KNOW PEOPLE CAN SEE WHEN YOU SIDE EYE THEM? BWUIBDIUWHID)ಥ‿‿ಥ

but he’s too invested talking to sunghoon to notice

sunghoon park: best friend of jay park and eye candy number two

jay and sunghoon were pretty popular at school

like F4 minus two other people

and they weren’t jerks (◡‿◡✿)

(just kidding haha i love gu jun-pyo(◕▿◕✿))

meaning lots of people liked them

and had them as their eye candy

i mean sunghoon was handsome FOR SURE

but jay just had your heart ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

if you don’t wanna listen to the sob story about your teacher’s life

just glance over and you’ll see an actual angel

let’s introduce him, shall we?

jay park: classmate and friend of yours, most importantly, YOUR CRUSH

the angel complex is different when he’s your friend pls

jay will literally come at you in class

especially if he sits behind you

english class is literally hell for you (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

“quit it jay”

you shake your head

“quit what?”

“stop trying to see if my hair can balance your pencil”

(pouty jay) “b-but i just want to try it out,”

“well it keeps just getting tangled in my-”

“WAIT DON’T MOVE I ALMOST GOT IT”

your hair was coming out in CLUMPS because he kept getting this pencil stuck in your hair

you were questioning on how you weren’t balding yet ಥ_ಠ

from tangles

 and stress

the amount of trouble you have gotten in because of this man

“YAH THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT I GOT DETENTION”

“my fault? HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?

“if you didn’t spit your disgusting, chewed up gum in my hair and stick my hair to the chair, we wouldn’t be here would we ?”

“well it’s my not fault that your hair can’t unstick that easily.”

sunghoon came in at the right time to hold you from beating the shit out of jay ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ

anyway

back to our regular channel （っ＾▿＾）

you had a PHAT crush on jay

you and sunghoon were shocked at how jay hasn’t noticed

anyone could see it besides the best man himself

oh did i mention you and sunghoon are good friends too?

he’s the only one to know about you liking jay

you don’t trust a lot of people but sunghoon was like your over protective older brother

he made sure you ate all your meals

always offers to walk you home

carries your books to your class

(to literally blackmail you into doing assignments for him)

when he found out that you liked jay, he did not like it AT ALL

“y-you like who?

“jay park, park jong seong, your best friend that you literally stick with all day?’

“i think i’m hearing you wrong? did you say yang jungwon?” (◕ᴗ◕✿)

the point, sunghoon cool older brother role

stamp of approval ٩(˘◡˘)۶

you would confess to him but you just didn’t know how to?

first, you don’t know if he likes you back

second, what type of confession does jay even like?

the ones that go out all big with ballons and a chorus?

the ones in public with a bunch of people watching?

the ones were you just say ‘i like you’?

AHH IDK YOUR HEAD WAS JUST A MESS

he should start paying rent honestly o(╥﹏╥)o

must be from the pain of having you hair teared out everyday

he just tortures you

in the movies, it always played out that if a guy tortures you

he likes you

well then jay would like 20 other people as well

jay just had natural flirty vibe to him 

(playboy shit)

why did you even like this empty peanut shell?(⊙_◎)

he has no smarts

and no sense of read the room

but he has the looks

and humor

GOSH DEIHWIEOHOIENFIOE

you really had to ponder on this

do you want to marry a guy who is an idiot and will make unnecessary comments but has the looks and can turn your frown upside down?

OR do you want to marry a guy who has a 4.5 GPA and will be able to keep his remarks to himself BUT is average and cold?

who do you think will win from this ratio?

of course today was the day that ms. kim assigns us a lab

AND JAY IS HERE

he usually skips chem but for some odd reason

he was here

“i will be assigning your lab partners”

the whole class groans and you cross your fingers behind your back

“please don’t be jay, please don’t be jay, please be sunghoon, please be sunghoon,”

“sunghoon with hana”

sunghoon can feel your deserpate prayers and shoots you an apologizing look

“okay if i can’t be with sunghoon universe, how about jake hm? i heard he’s good at chemistry,”

“jake and yeji”

“I LITERALLY HATE MY LIFE FBWIUBFIOWN”(º﹃º)

“jungwon and areum”

“sunoo and haneul”

“niki with sujin”

“heeseung with juyeon”

YOU WERE PRACTICALLY READY TO EVAPORATE 

like you were speaking to the universe,

“heyyy so i’m ready, can you book room 35 for me? i want a window view! thanks”

“jay and (y/n)”

“MY LUCK-”

you had to change your partner

you raise your hand and ms.kim glares at you

“these partners are final! no exchanging!”

you smacked your head against the desk

oh dear lordy

jay comes over, chem textbook in hand

“hey partner”

he winks at you

and you scowl

(I KNOW YOU LIKED IT ON THE INSIDE(/ε＼*))

OH UNIVERSE, WHY MUST YOU BE SO CRUEL TO ME?

you were sobbing on the outside

(YOU WERE DOING YOUR LITTLE DANCY DANCY OUT OF HAPPINESS INSIDE(・ε・｀))

“for today’s lab, you guys will be experimenting with how certain chemicals react with each other,”

this is gonna be BAD

“i will be passing out a sheet with information of the chemicals that are placed on your desk. please make sure to put on all your gear! “

“but ms. kim, these safety goggles make me lo-”

“i don’t care! this is for your safety hana”

you put on goggles, mask, gloves and coat

you glance over to jay to see him dozing him off

you smack his head

“I’M UP SUNGHOON, WHAT- oh it’s just you.”

“please put your gear on, you might burn yourself,”

jay wiggles his eyebrows

“oh worry about me i see”

OF COURSE I AM YOU IDIOT

“whatever, let’s just finish this lab”

jay puts his gear on too

even in a lab coat and in big goggles, he still looked handsome 

“(y/n), are you good?”

jay’s face was WAY too close ʕ◉aᴥ◉ʔ

“yeah i’m f-fine,”

you shielded your face and knocked his forehead back

he pouted before looking at the chemicals

“okay what’s this chemical?”

“that’s bleach. this is technically household bleach so it’s actually a mixture-”

“and what’s this one?”

“that’s rubbing alcohol. isopropyl alcohol, also known as isopropanol, is a colorless, volatile and flammable liqu-”

“what if i mix them together?”

“well i wouldn’t do that, it say-”

guess what he did?

he poured the bleach in the rubbing alcohol

wait for it

BOOM BOOM

.

..

...

RING RING RING

jay had managed to mess up

who am i kidding?

it’s jay 눈_눈

he mixed two chemicals that explode when together

and he set the fire alarm off

“YOU IDIOT, BEFORE YOU POURED IT IN, I WAS TRYING TO SAY THAT-”

“WHY DIDN’Y YOU WARN ME?”

“I DI-”

“ I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YO-”

“IF YOU WOULD LISTEN TO ME IDIOT”

you threw a book at him

“I TRIED TO, LOOK WHAT YOU DID”

he threw the book back at you-

you guys just kept throwing books at each other BDDJFJFMVKDKCNVK

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU BECAUSE OF THIS FIRE ALARM”

“okay class, please do not remove any of your protective gear and exit to the left of the classroom,”

going to school with jay was intresteing?

never a normal day

sadly

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

the loud blare of the fire alarm rung but ms. kim’s screaming instructions managed to beat the sound. you turn around to glare at jay. you pick up your notebook and throw it to him.

“this is your fault you idiot! if you would have just-” you shout

jay throws the book back at you and it hits your face.

his eyes widen before he tries to contains his laughter “s-sorry i didn’t mean t-too ”

jay bursts our laughing before someone gets a hold of his lab coat.

“YAH WHO ARE YOU- JAKE MY MAN,” jay goes in for a bro-shake

“yeah not right now dude,” jake drags him away outside and jay dramatically puts a hand over his chest and waves goodbye to you.

you roll your eyes before heading out of the door and out the emergancy exit.

a tall penguin’s eyes glance around before seeing your face and letting a sigh of relief. he jogs over to you, “(y/n) don’t scare me like that, i thought you were still stuck in there.”

sunghoon swings his arm over your shoulder. you sigh, “i was stuck in there because jay was arguing about who started the explosion.”

you and sunghoon both glance at the whale cry of jay.

jay was laying on the ground, acting dead while jake was panicking and jungwon rolled his eyes, nudging jay with his foot

“what about him do you like again?”

“i don’t know?”

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #enhypenrequest #leeheeseung #jaypark #jakeshim #parksunghoon #kimsunoo #yangjungwon #nishimurariki #niki #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #enhypenmasterlist #enhypenheadcannon #enhypenmlt #enhypenfic #enhypendrabbles

[darkfairy-tales]

Annoying Alpha (SunNew)

Pairing: Chanhee x Sunwoo

Genre: Werewolf au // Fluff

Choi Chanhee hated this. He hated what he had become. An omega. God he wanted to be atleast a beta. Deep inside he had always known that he would be an omega. But he wanted to think otherwise. Being an omega was no problem. Totally not. Omegas were sweet, kind, soft hearted and chanhee liked that. But him as an omega was something he didn't wanted. Reason being the alpha named Kim Sunwoo. The annoying alpha. Younger than him. But so stronger. For some reason chanhee hated him. He was just so annoying. He was too perfect for chanhee's liking.

It was during summer break when Chanhee had presented. His family was of course happy. He was the only omega and everyone was already protective over him. His hyung Choi Minho was a strong handsome alpha sought out by various omegas and betas. His parents were great mates. A role model when it comes to mates. Now it was the end of summer break. Classes were to start again from tomorrow. And Chanhee was in no way ready to face the younger alpha Sunwoo.

"Hyung you are so fragile I am sure you will be an omega! Maybe I will mark you as mine." Sunwoo had joked with hus usual cocky smirk. Chanhee hated it. He hated how Sunwoo sounded so confident and cocky. The younger alpha presented really early. He was everyone's sweetheart. The senior and junior omegas and betas always after him. Chanhee wouldn't lie. The younger was handsome. Cute also manly. Cocky. Hot. An alpha with great capabilities.

"I am so doomed" Chanhee sighed laying down his bed. Tomorrow all hell was about to break lose. He thought back to his friends who still had no idea he was an omega now. He hadn't told them. Chanhee felt nervous especially thinking of sunwoo. 'Will he think I am beautiful? Will he find me good enough to mate-' He smacked himself at the thought. Why the hell was he even thinking about mating? He scoffed at himself. "I should just sleep." he grumbled closing his eyes as he slipped into a deep sleep.

The Next Day

"This is it." Chanhee said to himself standing in front of his college. His hands gripping the straps of his school bag. He took a deep breath in as he walked in. Various people stared at the newly presented omega whispering among themselves making Chanhee feel uncomfortable with all the unnecessary attention. He looked down as he continued to walk.

Just then he bumped into someone almost falling down. "Oh my god I am so- Chanhee." A voice spoke up. Chanhee looked up. "O-oh juyeon hyung. Hi." The omega mumbled flustered. Juyeon was an alpha who were friends with sunwoo. "Woah you.. you presented." The older said. The alpha was not going to lie. The younger smelt so tempting. "Yeah." Chanhee mumbled his hand rubbing his neck out of embrassment, a light blush on his cheeks.

"Congratulations. You will be a great omega." Juyeon said patting his shoulder his own cheeks tinted pink due to the scent chanhee was producing. The strong scent of a newly presented omega. "Thank you hyung." chanhee bowed a bit. "I will get going. I will see you later I guess. You should go to class." Juyeon said in a hurry wanting to flee away from the spot. Chanhee nodded waving his hand at the alpha walking towards his class.

Juyeon shooked his head breathing out a bit. He walked towards where his friends usually were. "Kim Sunwoo." He called out seeing the younger was joking around with their leader Sangyeon. "Oh hey hyung good morning." Sunwoo said walking up to him giving him a high five. "Wait a minute. You smell... different. Omega? Have you been seeing someone hyung?" Sunwoo smirked the others looking at Juyeon in question. "It's Chanhee you idiot. He presented." Juyeon said and it took only a second for Sunwoo's face to turn to a scowl. "What the hell were you doing with Chanhee Hyung?" He questioned with a tone of accusation. "Woah woah calm down hoe. He just bumped into me. Anyway good luck dealing with him." Juyeon just said shrugging walking away from sunwoo leaving the young alpha to huff in annoyance.

In Class~

"Oh MY LORD! YOU PRESENTED AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO NOT TELL US!" Hyunjae screeched. "I thought I would just surprise you all." Chanhee shrugged. The older omega huffed. "I hope sunwoo never leaves you now." He said giving chanhee a sour look. Chanhee was about to say something but someone called him stopping him from speaking further. He turned around to see the one and only Kim Sunwoo. "Come with me." Sunwoo said. "Why would I?" Chanhee asked with a scowl. The young alpha, annoyed, leaned down close to the omega's right ear. "Stop being such a brat unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here." He threatened with a low growl at the end of the sentence.

"Fucking fine!" The omega hissed with red cheeks pushing him away, feeling flustered at what the younger had said. Sunwoo smirked holding his wrist as he pulled the omega out of the classroom and to the rooftop where no one was. "What do you-" Chanhee asked but was cut off when the younger alpha had him against the wall. His built body against his petite ones. TrappIng him. "Don't go near other alphas." Sunwoo said in a serious tone. Surprised Chanhee looked up.

"Why? Why do you care if I do get close to others?" Chanhee asked making himself sound as tough as possible. "Because you are mine. My mate. Don't you feel it hyung." Sunwoo growled. Chanhee felt like he couldn't breath all of a sudden. "You hated seeing other omegas who were after me. You hated when their scent got on me. Even before you presented as an omega deep inside you wanted me. To yourself. You think I don't notice it. Don't notice how you tried to tell yourself that you hated me when in fact you hated the omegas who always seemed to swarm around me." The younger said with a cocky smirk.

"So what?" Chanhee said feeling flustered and annoyed at the same time at being caught. "Be mine." Sunwoo said with a smile. Chanhee's face turned red at the thought of it. "Why would I?" He asked huffing. "Because we are mates and we want each other. Even if you like to deny hyung." Sunwoo said sticking his tongue out. Chanhee smacked his arm out of annoyance. "You are so annoying." He grumbled. Sunwoo gave it no mind and asked "So are you going to be mine?". Chanhee looked at him fake coughing a bit. "Yes but on one condition. You have to work hard. To 'woo' me. Court me I mean. I am not an easy omega you know." Chanhee said sassily pushing some of his pink hair strands behind.

"Condition accepted." The young alpha said feeling giddy. "Now let's go to class. Or else I will be late." Chanhee said turning away to walk back but was stopped by sunwoo again. The younger alpha learned in rubbing his nose along the neck of the omega dropping some light kisses here and there. "S-Sunwoo what are you doing?" Chanhee said trying not to squirm feeling a bit ticklish and sensitive.

"Scenting you. So that other alphas will know you have me." Sunwoo huffed. He pulled away after he was satisfied with how the older smelled like him. "Let's go back now my baby!" Sunwoo said happily feeling content. Chanhee just dumbly nodded. Still lost in a daze. The younger held his hands as they walked back towards the class. Looking at the sunwoo, chanhee helf a surge of warmness in his heart. It felt right. He felt complete. And at the moment it was all that mattered.

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