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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 8 - Pure Intentions Can Still Hurt

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.6k word

Chapter 8 - Pure Intentions Can Still Hurt

You don’t recall what caused Mina to leave, but she still had a gentle and kind smile on her face as she did so. If your mind would let you remember, you had declined her second offer to drive her home, shaking saying you wanted to finish your coffee and simply enjoy the stroll. As Mina stood up, your eyes locked onto the keychain that swung carelessly against it. “I’ll see you around, okay?” You heard her say cheerfully. The words sounded muted, muffled, as they entered your ears, entangling themselves in the walls of your brain and crushing all of the other thoughts you had. The only thing you were thinking of was her words: I hope to end the term as Mingyu’s wife.

As Mina walked away, the bell at the front door finally signaling her exit, you looked down at the chair she was just in. That entire event felt like a fever dream. You replayed it over and over again, rewatching the look on her face as she calmly told you all of her intentions.

I want to win fair and square. Mingyu doesn’t seem like he’ll fall for a girl who plays dirty, and I don’t want him to.

I wanted to tell you of my intentions.

I hope that we can still be friends.

When you finally gasped for air, you realized it was choked back and strained. You coughed into your hand, covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle it from the people around. It was only then that you felt wetness forming on the sleeve of your shirt, and you looked down at it. One drop after another blends into your sleeve, darkening the fabric in a way that resembles the current state of your mind: Dark. Messy.

When you wiped your eyes, you thought that would be the end of it. Standing up, you had one goal: get home. It was a place where you could process everything fully. Why did Mina seem to calm as she spoke to you about all of this? Was she just that confident? Did she mean what she said with true intentions?

Why did Mingyu not feel the need to share any of this with anyone, much less you?

The thought alone sent you collapsing back into your seat, coffee cup tilting over and beginning to spill. Your eyes blurred as you began rubbing them frantically, the texture of your sleeves not helping one bit. When your fingers poked out of your sleeves, trembling like little leaves falling off a branch, you felt yourself let out one more strained choke for air. It was embarrassing, but you forgot what embarrassment felt like as it was overtaken by this crippling, borderline debilitating pain that wrecked your entire body. You were quick to snap your left fingers, then your right. Then you did it again. And again. You had to make sure they knew.

Once your index fingers and thumbs stung a familiar burning sensation, you pressed your balled-up fists to your eyes once again. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled it and tried your best to stay calm. You felt warm liquid spill on your pants, and glancing down, you saw the coffee that had long started to spill was dripping off the side of the table. Looking to your left, your eyes locked onto a tissue case at the edge. Grabbing a fistful, you pressed it on top of the liquid, hoping it would stop the spill just long enough for you to get yourself together. It didn’t, and you saw hazy glimpses of brown liquid continuing to seep along the table. Nothing you tried to do would contain it, and that only felt more real as you felt your eyes burn hot and fill with more tears.

“Excuse me?” a worried voice muttered, and you looked over. Standing beside your table was a man. He seemed short, but it could have been your eyes playing tricks on you like the inner workings of a circus funhouse. “Are you okay?”

“Uhm.” You nodded, quickly wiping your hands against your face. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Can I help you?” Without even registering a response, you watched two hands start grabbing some tissues. You watched in stunned silence, again trying to see beyond your tears who this stranger was. He had dark hair dangling past his shoulders, and a smaller set of eyes. His hair seemed to drop in front of his eyes just slightly as he leaned his neck down, seemingly focused. Once again, your hands tried to rub your eyes as one does a stain on a glass. However, much like the pesky stain, you were unable to remove them, and the tears just kept flowing. “There. Looks like we can clean this, no problem.”

The sound of your name practically startled you out of your panicked trance when it hit only moments later. Before you knew it, two sets of hands stretched out from either side of you. Familiar faces and voices filled your senses. To your left, Jeonghan had grabbed more paper towels and tissues, working hard to contain the spill. You heard him call out to one of the workers to provide him with some more, the idea of anyone other than them seeing you this way as a mere footnote in the story of your current situation.

Two gentle hands pressed against you; one on your back and the other on your shoulder. A warm tingling sensation coursed your body, and you once again tried to rub your eyes. Despite your rigid body starting to relax, your eyes continued to shed tear after tear, to the point where you felt dehydrated.

“Can we get some water, too?” you heard the voice beside you asked. When you looked over finally, you saw Joshua, knelt beside you. He must have seen your gaze because he immediately switched from panicked to calm. “Hey. What happened?” When you shook your head, Joshua scooted closer. Your eyes immediately darted left. Where once an a short-statured male was wiping up coffee was instead Jeonghan, his focus solely on solving the problem before him. Maybe, it was him all along? Your brain couldn’t think straight no matter how hard you tried to ground yourself back to reality. A hand continued to rub your back, and your eyes found comfort as Joshua, who was still looking right at you.

“What happened?” he asked again.

“I don’t know.” You admitted, sniffling. You looked back to the chair where Mina was sitting only a few minutes ago. You could still see her figure sitting there, kindly smiling at you as she had been the entire time. The entire time you were fighting for your sanity over a cup of coffee. You shook your head. “Mina told me…and I just started to…” You trailed off softly. You felt Joshua pull you close to him in a gentle and comforting hug. One of his hands settled into your hair, the other holding tightly onto your back.

“It’s alright.” He said, his hand carefully rubbing your back. “Don’t worry right now. We can talk about it later, alright?” you nodded, your head resting numbly in his chest as you felt him continue to calm you with his gentle touch. You looked over at a server gave Jeonghan some extra paper towels, and handed Joshua a bottle of water. The gentlemen thanked her before Joshua passed the water to you. The dampness of the bottle brought you back to reality for a minute, and you finally allowed yourself to take a breath. “There,” Joshua said, his voice remaining gentle and stable. “Drink up. It’ll help.”

You wasted no time, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip of the drink. Like the desert experiencing its first rain of the year, you felt the water slightly rejuvenate your body. When you set it down, the bottle already half empty, you saw Jeonghan just finishing up cleaning the table, wiping it down a few extra times. You looked over to Joshua, who carefully took the water from your hands and recapped it, setting it on the table. You went to rub your eyes one last time, but Joshua’s hand reached over to stop you. Instead, he opened your palm and placed a tissue inside.

“You’re going to irritate them.” He explained gently. You nodded, pressing the tissue to your eyes to wipe up the last of your tears. “Alright.” You finally took one last deep breath, pushing your chair out and standing up straight. The strain your sobbing fit had on your head made the world tilt just slightly as you adjusted, but you felt both Jeonghan and Joshua take your arms, helping you stay steady.

“I’m ok.” You said immediately, dusting off your pants. You went to grab your bag but saw Jeonghan swipe it first. He smiled at you.

“You know, it’s a good thing we’re angels,” Jeonghan said.

A sniffle escaped you, mumbling a soft: “Why?”

“Because I would punch Mingyu if we weren’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Jeonghan’s playful comment, wondering if he was kidding as he continued to hold onto your arm, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “Let’s go.” He said. You nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed just as the duo led you out. You could feel the stares from other patrons, wondering what happened that caused you to have such a public, yet somehow also isolated display. However, nobody said anything as you disappeared out the door, leaving only the ringing of the bell on top of the signal you were even there in the first place.

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“Is she finally asleep?” Jeonghan asked, peering over the side of the couch.

“I think so,” Joshua said softly. He looked over at you, seeing you curled up on the couch. The minute you got into the apartment, Joshua and Jeonghan watched you stumble to the couch and crawl onto it, burying yourself under a thick blanket, your face stuffed under the throw pillow. You said nothing, not even muttering under the blanket. Jeonghan set your bag on the floor by the door, both of them allowing you time to sit in silence.

It wasn’t long after you fell asleep.

Long since moving the pillow from your face when he heard light snoring, Joshua watched as you slept soundly under the blanket. He saw your foot pop out, and he was quick to recover it with a blanket. Jeonghan glanced at Joshua. He studied his friend's face for a few minutes, watching as Joshua simply took this quiet moment to focus on you.

“Joshua…” he muttered.

Joshua didn’t even look up. “Hm?”

“Be careful…” Now, Joshua’s curiosity caused him to look up.

“With what?” he asked. Jeonghan shrugged.

“Just be careful.” He said. “Remember why we’re doing this.”

“I know.” He watched as you shifted in your sleep, your cheek nestling into the pillow as you continued whatever dream at the moment. Joshua smiled a bit, but when he saw Jeonghan's disapproving look, he sighed. “Don’t worry.”

“You know what happens when you think of humans like that.” He nudged him.

Like a young child getting disciplined, Joshua sighed in frustration. “I know.” He said.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan said, though he didn’t seem convinced. “I’m going to run to the store; and pick up something to make for when she gets up.” Joshua nodded, watching as Jeonghan grabbed a few things before heading out of the house. Joshua rested his back on the couch, pursing his lips in frustration as he tried to focus on something else. Anything else. When your foot stretched a bit, kicking his leg involuntarily, he looked back over at you. You were rubbing your eyes, and smacking your lips.

“Mmmm.” You groaned at the sound of the door slamming in the front of the apartment. Joshua watched you pull yourself up, eyes fluttering open. You had only been asleep for less than 40 minutes, yet Joshua smiled at how much bedhead you were able to get anyway.

“Are you awake?” he asked, turning his body towards you. You hummed, nodding your head as you gave your eyes a moment to adjust. Despite it being some time, you could feel them still burning, as if they were fresh with tears. You felt the couch shift a bit, and looked to see a water bottle, half-finished, pointing in your direction. When you looked up, you saw Joshua’s hand on the other end of it. “Here. Finish it.” Delicate hands took the bottle, warmer now than it was when you first got it, before taking a quick sip. “Are you okay? When we got to the café, you were just a few seconds away from full-blown hysterics.” The idea of acting that way in a public place made you get a sinking feeling in your stomach, and you buried your head in your hands. You heard Joshua laugh. “Don’t worry. The place was practically empty.”

Though it didn’t make you feel much better, you nodded your head. Joshua watched you finish the water, closing the empty plastic bottle and setting it on the coffee table. When you looked around, you noticed someone missing. “Where’s Jeonghan?” you asked curiously.

“He went out to get ingredients for dinner.” He said simply. You nodded again. “So, just focus on resting.” You pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin atop them with a small pout. “What happened before we got there?”

You immediately thought back to a set of unfamiliar hands, a few black and gold rings adorning the ring finger and thumb as they curled around tissues and napkins. You still couldn’t pick up on the voice for as little as he said, nor put a clear picture of a face. You shook your head, wanting to wipe the entire thing from your head. The thoughts of the conversation came flooding back to you, and you licked your lips, realizing how dry they still were. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” you said simply.

“Okay.” Joshua simply agreed. He looked around, eyes landing on the Statue of Liberty snow globe sitting on your bookshelf. He remembered the happy look on your face as you mentioned it back at the sandwich shop. “Did I ever tell you why I go by the English name Joshua?” he asked.

You seemed surprised by his sudden change in topic, but you only shook your head. “I just thought that was just your name.”

“Well, it is,” Joshua admitted. “But my brothers call me by more Korean name.” Crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back on the couch, he continued. “Hong Jisoo.”

“That’s a nice name.” You commented. Joshua chuckled a bit. “What caused the change?”

“Many years ago, my brothers and I took a trip to America. It was really fascinating to me, to see how different their lives were to the people of Korea. We saw the Golden Gate Bridge in LA, the Statue of Liberty, and the Grand Canyon. It was a different tour sight every day.” A smile formed, your previous thoughts washing away as you listened to him talk. “When we got back, it was all I could talk about. He even showed me one of those personalized name keychains. Jun thought it was ‘Jisoo’ spelt in English, but it was actually Joshua. Jeonghan told me that was my nickname.” He laughed as he recalled the memory. Though it felt so recent to him, in reality, to you it would have been a few hundred or so human years.

“That sounds amazing.” You sighed. “I’ve always wanted to go. I’ve only seen pictures online and in movies.”

“Ah.” Joshua nodded. “Maybe I -.” He immediately stopped himself. He looked over at you. “Maybe Mingyu can take you one day.”

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, shaking your head. “I doubt that. Especially after today.”

“Why do you say that?” He asked curiously, hoping you were ready to open up.

Comforted by Joshua’s little anecdote, you finally spoke about your café conversation. “Mina confirmed to me that she came here to win Mingyu over. It’s only a matter of time before she wins. There’s no way I can go up again the girl Mingyu was sent off to meet for marriage. She’s beautiful. She seems to be everything his father is looking for.”

“Well…” Joshua shifted in his seat. “How do you know for sure?” He immediately saw your eyes gloss over, teary and pained as you continued remembering your conversation.

“He gave her a gift before he left.” You said softly. Joshua immediately thought back to the keychain he and Jeonghan watched him buy in Japan, the smile on his face as he did so. He couldn’t muster a response right now, not when he was watching you pull yourself into a deeper hole the more you thought about it. “Which isn’t bad. Like I said, I’m not his girlfriend. He went to see her with the end goal being the possibility of marriage. Who am I to tell him that he can’t buy gifts for other people?” Your pout only got deeper. “He took me out to a lovely dinner. He was a gentleman...I won’t ask him for more. I can’t. I can’t be selfish when I’m nowhere near enough for him.”

“That’s not true,” Joshua said gently. “You can’t say that.” When your eyes darted up to him, he felt himself go silent. He had no idea what to say to make you feel better at this moment. All he could do was utter your name sadly, hoping to try and cheer you up.

You looked back at him “Tell me some other story.” You asked gently. Joshua blinked in confusion. You rested your chin in your knees, tucking them close to your body. “I want to hear more about your trip to America.” Joshua’s featured softened as he smiled. Pulling from the many memories he stored in his mind, he began telling one story of their attempts skydiving over the canyons.

Amidst Joshua’s third or fourth anecdote, the door swung open, and both of you looked over to see Jeonghan. He yawned, running a hand through his hair as he strolled inside. “I’m back.” He said. When his eyes landed on you, he smiled. “Hey, you’re awake.” Quickly, you rubbed your eyes with your damp sleeve, hopping up off the couch. Joshua watched you meet Jeonghan in the kitchen. When you reached for the bags of food, Jeonghan yanked them back. “Ah, ah, ah. Go sit down and relax.”

“I can cook. You looked tired when you walked in, Jeonghan.” Jeonghan shook his head, setting everything down.

“I’m making something easy. Beef Bulgogi. You already have almost everything I needed.” He pulled out the few needed ingredients he went out for in the first place. “Go sit down.” He said again.

“But-.”

“Go.” The seriousness in Jeonghan’s eyes when he looked at you stopped your arguing immediately. Reluctant yet convinced, you headed back to the couch, plopping back down and covering yourself with the blanket. Joshua chuckled as you fell onto your side once again, covering your face and head with the blanket as well. “Joshua. Come help me.”

“Alright.” He said with a grin, seeing your eyes pop out from under the blanket.

“Hey.” You pouted. Joshua walked past you on the couch, leaning down just to recover your eyes. “Rude…”

“You didn’t hear anything.” He said, before joining Jeonghan in the kitchen. As the sink turned on, and the men began chatting, you found yourself starting to drift back to sleep.

Jeonghan stood by the counter as he began to cut up vegetables, Joshua grabbing a knife and helping as well. When Jeonghan saw Joshua hold onto his shoulder, pausing a second to roll it. He tilted his head, left ear to left shoulder in an attempt to stretch the opposite muscle. Jeonghan noticed the small look of discomfort on his face before he asked: “You alright?”

Hm Oh, yeah.” Joshua said, nodding his head as he resumed cooking. When Jeonghan saw him sneak a quick glance in your direction, he bit his lip and said nothing more as the duo continued to cook.

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The immediate call of your name first thing the next morning startled you. You saw Mingyu and the rest of your friends hanging outside one of the buildings, seemingly chatting together until they caught you approaching. You blinked, watching Mingyu lift his hand high in the air, eyes beaming as he waved to you. Heartstring pulled tightly in your chest, and you immediately thought back to your café meeting yesterday, Mina smiling sweetly at you as she spoke. How she looked at the beautiful keychain and gushed about it the way you have in the past. Fixing your bag, you only offered a quick wave, before making your first sharp right and heading down another path. You couldn’t even bear to turn your head and look back, already able to picture the row of shocked and confused faces that were plastered on each of their faces. Especially Mingyu’s.

Mingyu watched you walk down the path, Joshua and Jeonghan not far behind, and felt his smile falter just a bit. “What the?” he frowned a bit.

“What did you do?!” Minnie asked, looking at Mingyu. His eyes went wide.

“Me?!” He asked. “What would I have done?!”

“I don’t know but it sure as hell wasn’t us.” Minnie huffed. Hoshi watched as you disappeared into a building as soon as possible, the door closing behind you. He frowned a bit. He needed a quiet second to determine if it was nausea bubbling in his chest or a weird sensation of nostalgic déjà vu. When he heard Seungkwan and Minnie continue to berate Mingyu for more information he didn’t seem to have, he reached for a handout. The duo looked at him for a moment, stunned and confused. Mingyu was obviously flustered, cheeks a dark cherry red and eyes wide as he worked to defend himself.

“Do you think it could be about her?” He asked. When Mingyu’s features softened, curious as to who he meant, Hoshi simply pointed down the path. When they all looked over, Mingyu’s shoulders dropped to see Mina, bag slung over her shoulder. She was walking down the path, hair tugged up in a neat ponytail. She had slacks and a white button-up on, very studious and fitting for a stroll along a college campus. She didn’t acknowledge the stares of interested individuals passing by, only the gaze of Mingyu, who felt his shoulders spike a bit when she called his name out loud and hurried closer to him.

“Hi, Mina.” He said. “What are you doing here? I have class soon.”

A kind smile peeked on her face as she shifted focus to her backpack. “I transferred here for the rest of the year!” She beamed.

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As the day rolled on, you tried to keep your focus as narrow as possible: school. Nothing else was enough to keep you distracted from bubbling thoughts of self-worth. It had mainly worked for the next few days, though it involved doing mental and physical gymnastics to avoid Mingyu, and by unfortunate extension, your friends. You sat down in your last class of the day, and the words FINAL EXAMS UPCOMING! STUDY HARD scribbled neatly on the board for the entire room to see.A deep, almost relieved sensation washed through your body as you settled in. Looking down at your textbook, you wasted no time flipping it open and beginning to study. Around you, other students began to do the same, nestling into comfortable groups of friends to study. You could already hear some abandoning the idea for much more desired casual conversation, but you barely had time to get started on your first problem when you men plopped themselves beside you. Looking over, Joshua and Jeonghan were opening their books as well, seeming to check yours to make sure they were on the same page.

You snorted a bit. “You both are taking the finals?”

“Of course,” Joshua said simply, pencil tapping his chin.

“We’ll have been in the class for the better part of half of it.” The playful sarcasm made you shake your head in amusement. “Besides, what else are we doing? If you’re stressed about finals, we don’t mind stressing along with you for a few weeks.” That comment eased your very heavy heart just a bit.

“Thanks.” You said.

“Besides, we heard your birthday is right after the end of the term. We need to make sure we all make it out alive to celebrate.” You snickered at Joshua’s comment. “Now, what do you think we should focus on first?”

The trio of you studied in silence for a little while. Well, you mainly did. Joshua and Jeonghan acted more as your students than your classmates, listening as you verbally explained a lot of the problems to them before scribbling them down yourself. You quickly flipped over your phone to get the time. As you scanned it, your eyes dropped to the background. A photo of you and your friends all lined up shoulder to shoulder. You were standing pin straight, like a can of squished tuna, to fit each other and the beautifully lit Korean night sky behind you. You smiled sadly. The palm of your hand pressed into your lips so intensely as you stared at the photo, one tall person in particular, that you could feel your pulse in your ears. Joshua seemed to notice this too, leaning just a bit closer to you and offering you a nudge. When you glanced over at the duo, they were just quietly staring at you. The look on their faces was amusing enough to make you snicker. “You lost?”

“No,” Jeonghan said. Closing your book, you stuffed it into your bag and stood up. “Where are you going?”

“There’s a book I need from the library. I can’t keep working on anything until I get it.”

“Want us to come with you?” Joshua asked. Jeonghan immediately keyed onto how hopeful he felt as he waited for your answer. “Just in case…”

“Oh, no. I’ll just be a few minutes.” You tapped his book, and Joshua looked down. “Study.” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you hurried out the doors of the classroom and out of the building, towards the library that sat right across the way. Jeonghan only watched her for a second, turning his head back to the book you had just tapped and opened up to the next set of pages. Jeonghan also watched as Joshua rolled his shoulder for the second time these past few days.

The discomfort on Joshua’s face seemed to return without fail and Jeonghan began to worry.

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As you scanned the bookshelves, trying to find the book you could picture in your mind, you took a moment to enjoy the required silence that surrounded you. People were around but focused on their things and not worried about what others were doing. As you pulled a few books from the shelves, taking a moment to scan them before putting them back on the shelf, you found your brain ticking backward, the hands in your internal clock bringing you back to a few weeks prior when you and Mingyu were in these same aisles. As Mingyu held a book in his hands, amused by the content inside and completely unaware of the girls swooning over him. That is until he caught sight of you. When your cheeks tinted hot, you pouted. Knock it off. You muttered to yourself, before pulling one final book from the shelf. As you did so, a pair of almond-shaped eyes were staring at you from the other side.

The soft yelp you emitted, followed by covering your mouth, those eyes curled up into a little half-moon of pure bliss. When you heard your name uttered, you blinked. “Hoshi?”

“Heeeey.” He whispered. It took a second, but he rounded the corner and hurried to you. “I saw you come in and thought I’d follow.” He saw the few books in your hands and wasted no time taking them from you. “Here. Let’s go sit for a minute.”

“I have to get back to class.” You said.

“Just a minute.” He assured, before leading you both to an empty table in the far back of the library. You sighed, quickening your pace as you followed behind him. When the both of you sat, Hoshi pushed the books aside and looked directly at you. You could feel him studying you with his kind eyes, and you blinked.

“What?” you asked.

“You didn’t come to see us this morning when we called you. Or the morning before that. You’re avoiding us.”

You knew this would hit you sooner or later, and you’d have to explain. “Uh, I’m sorry, I…” Hoshi stopped you mid-sentence, raising a hand.

“No, no. It’s ok. I could tell something happened. Was it Mingyu?” When you nodded a bit, Hoshi kept a smile on his face, but it softened from his usual playful one to a more sympathetic one. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you said. “There’s not much to say.” You couldn’t even begin to describe the past few days, and how you felt about Mingyu. Mainly because you had no idea how you felt now, other than lied to.

“He didn’t tell anyone about Mina,” Hoshi said. When he saw your eyes shoot up, once again, he smiled. “I could tell he was just as surprised as we all were.”

“Why couldn’t he have just said the real reason he was going to Japan? It makes all the talk feel more real knowing that he was hiding it.” Hoshi shrugged.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. Resting his chin in his hand, he let out a longing sigh. “Who knows why people hide things, or why they choose how and when to share them? People are weird.” You could feel the twinge of hurt in those words as Hoshi traced a circle with his index finger on the table. His eyes shot back up at you, and he asked: “I know how you feel.”

“Do you?” you asked. “Are you also hopelessly in love with Kim Mingyu and have no idea what to do?” Hoshi had to hold his laugh back, taking a moment to remember where he was.

“God, no.” he snickered. “But, I know what it feels like to feel like you’ve been lied to.” He sighed. “Remember that friend Seungkwan keeps bringing up? From our first year.” You nodded. “He had a lot of secrets too. He didn’t tell me until it was too late.”

Though curious, you chose not to press that part further, only responding with: “Oh…”

“Yeah.” Hoshi chuckled as if the memory was somehow funny. “I wish I knew why he was hiding things from me so we could talk about it. But…I realized when it was too late that he just simply couldn’t.”

That word resonated with you: couldn’t.

“You think he couldn’t tell me? Why? He tells us everything….” Hoshi shrugged.

“All I know is, people do things they think will benefit them in the long run.”

“That makes sense…” you muttered. “That was very profound, Hoshi.”

“I do that, sometimes.” He smiled. Without realizing it, you looked down at your watch. “Hoshi, I have to go.” You said gently. “I’m sorry. Class is just about to end and I should probably-.“

“Aw, it’s ok. Just promise if you see us later – any of us – you’ll say hi like always. It’s less fun when one of us isn’t around.” A smile graced your lips as his innocent, almost child-like comment.

“I will.” You said. Grabbing your books, you waved Hoshi off before heading back towards off the library. Hoshi watched you for a second, his kind smile sending you off until you were long out of sight. Once he knew he was safe, Hoshi’s smile fell, and he looked out the large window beside him. As he looked, he could have sworn something – someone? – caught his eye. However, he simply rose from his seat and headed out the door himself, humming as he did so.

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“I hope she’s ok,” Jeonghan said, walking beside Joshua as the duo headed toward the library.

“Yeah, I didn’t think she’d take the entire class period,” Joshua added. As the duo got closer, their eyes immediately locked onto a tall, male figure standing just by the entrance to the library. He looked up from his phone, saying a quick hello to a few people who passed by with a greeting. When he smiled, Jeonghan saw Joshua’s lips curve to a frown. He thought in that moment of your teary eyes as you lamented about the worries you had, of your wobbly voice as you sobbed into his chest. Of your smile as you spoke about Mingyu as if he was a god among men.

Joshua knew God. Mingyu, it seemed to him, was no God.

“Hey-.” Jeonghan was shocked to see Joshua simply walk forward, making a beeline straight for Mingyu, who at the moment, was unaware of his presence. Jeonghan immediately followed behind. When he saw Joshua stop a few feet in front of Mingyu, Jeonghan kept himself a few paces further back as well. “Joshua.” He tried to hiss one last time, but it fell on deaf ears. Jeonghan groaned. “Hong Jisoo.”

That got Joshua’s attention, and he turned his head to look at Jeonghan briefly. Jeonghan tried – oh did he try – to nonverbally signal Joshua to come back to his side and forget what it was that he was about to do. However, it was stopped when Mingyu called out:

“Hey…” before looking around. “Where’s-.”

Joshua looked back at him. He took a deep breath. “You don’t get to ask that.” He said simply.

Oh, no. Here we go. Jeonghan thought.

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seungkw1 · 7 months

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halloween night — ksy

⛧ pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader ⛧ theme: strangers to lovers, nonidol!au ⛧ word count: ~2.5k ⛧ warnings: smut, swearing, praise kink, oral (m. & f. receiving), softdom!hoshi, petnames (f. receiving - baby, pretty girl, etc.), unprotected penetration (stay safe kids), tiny bit of fluff at the end

your halloween night is going pretty lousy — that is, until you meet a handsome, tiger-print-wearing stranger at a party

♡ moodboard by @myhimbomingi ♡

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“You look fine. Stop worrying, you’re gonna have a good time tonight!”

You stop fiddling with your skirt and look up at your best friend with a sigh. ”I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this stupid thing.”

Halloween is, in your humble opinion, the greatest holiday ever invented. You always love putting together your costume, something unique and creative each year – which is why you feel like a fucking idiot standing here dressed in a cliché sexy nurse costume. But, you needed to get your shitty ex off your mind – it had been two weeks since you found out he was cheating on you – and what better distraction than alcohol. Hell, you might even find someone to make out with if you drink enough. Not your usual M.O., but fuck it.

Now that you’re here though, you’re starting to have second thoughts. Your best friend Mina is bubbly and sociable, so she thrives naturally in a party environment – you, not so much. To make matters worse she’s the only person you’ll know here, so you’re now realizing how awkward this whole thing is going to be. Wishing now that you had worn something more comfortable, you slap on a fake smile as you step inside. Here goes nothing, I guess.

—

Mina spent about 15 minutes introducing you to everybody as you did your best to engage in polite small talk, but she eventually got absorbed in chatting with some old friends while you inadvertently joined a very boring conversation with some cryptocurrency bros where some guy named Chad or something was going on about bitcoin. You pretended to be interested in whatever Brad was saying, but you kept zoning out. Stifling a sigh, you went to make your escape.

“I’m gonna use the restroom, I'll be right…”

Nobody even looked at you. Brent had moved on talking about stocks or some shit. You rolled your eyes as you walked away. Assholes.

The other room was too crowded for your liking, and so was the kitchen. Spotting the back door, you quickly made your way outside before anyone else could talk to you.

—

The cool October breeze hits you as you practically burst through the door and out onto the patio. You know you’ll probably get chilled before too long, especially in this dumb miniskirt, but the crisp air feels delightful. The relative quietness is a relief too. Taking a few moments to breathe, you start to relax, but soon enough your mind drifts back to your ex against your will. It’s not like you miss him – you’re definitely over that jerk – but you’re still extremely pissed off about the whole thing. You feel tears starting to form as the anger wells up inside you – you hate that you cry when you get mad, which only makes you even more upset.

“God fucking dammit,” you mutter under your breath as you go to wipe your tears away before you start full-on crying. You know bottling up your emotions isn’t ideal, but neither is having a breakdown at some stranger’s house.

You can have your breakdown later, you tell yourself firmly. Just not right now. Don’t make a fool of yourself, just hold on out for a couple more hours and then-

“Are you okay?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the voice coming from behind you. Quickly turning around, you find yourself face-to-face with a ridiculously handsome stranger. The man is so striking it takes you a few seconds to process the horribly tacky, bright orange tiger-print shirt he’s wearing.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” you say as you collect yourself.

“I- sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he says, his sentence trailing off.

You both stand there for a moment in silence. You find yourself trying not to blush at how good-looking he is, but you notice him noticing your low-cut top but trying to act like he didn’t notice it. Yeah, that is not helping…

The man clears his throat. “You just seemed like you were crying or something and uh… sorry, I guess that’s not really any of my business…” he apologizes, turning red. “Sorry,” he repeats, “I’ll leave you be…”

“No no it’s okay!!” you blurt out, perhaps a bit too fast. “I mean, you can stay, I don't mind.”

“Are you sure? If you want to be alon-”

“No, I don’t,” you interrupt before he goes to turn away again. “I mean, I did originally, but uh…”

What are you doing?? You literally don’t even know this man.

You ignore the voice inside your head. Fuck it, didn’t I say I wanted to find a hot stranger to make out with tonight? Here’s one right in front of me.

You introduce yourself and stick out your hand. His face turns into a soft smile as he takes your hand in his – he shakes it firmly, and you try not to think about how strong he feels. He locks eyes with you and holds on to your hand for a few moments too long. Your heart seems to skip a beat.

“Soonyoung,” he replies. Letting out an even bigger grin, he finally lets go of your hand. “Nice to meet you.”

—

You don’t even know how long you two have been sitting on the patio couch talking. All you know is that not only is Soonyoung incredibly handsome, he’s also funny, charming, and easy to talk to – and, he’s clearly very attracted to you. Usually it takes a number of drinks before you get flirty, but the tension between you two is too strong to resist. It’s taking all of your willpower not to drop everything and kiss him – and the way he keeps stealing quick glances of your lips tells you the feeling is reciprocated.

Despite how flustered you are, it is pretty chilly out, and eventually you start to shiver. Soonyoung notices and gives you a concerned look.

“Oh shit, we should probably get you inside.”

You glance back toward the chatter of the house party regretfully, not wanting to go back in and be amongst everybody else once again. But you are getting cold.

You look back to Soonyoung and you both sit there in silence for a few seconds. A sly smile creeps back onto his face, and he hesitates for a moment before suggesting, “Or… we could get out of here.”

You can’t help but grin back at him.

—

And so you find yourself on Soonyoung’s couch, straddling his lap, making out with him – the cheesy horror movie you had put on in the background long forgotten. Time seems to be at a standstill as you press your lips into his – softly at first, but more intensely with each kiss. His muscular arms tighten around your waist, pulling your body even closer to his, and a small moan escapes you as he pushes his hips into your core.

Soonyoung stops kissing you momentarily so he can look at you. “You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?”

His low and raspy voice sends a jolt through your stomach. Your skirt has risen up over your hips, leaving your underwear as the only barrier between your pussy and the growing bulge in his jeans – you push yourself into him even further and this time he lets out a moan as you feel his cock twitch against your aching cunt.

Grabbing onto your waist he pushes you over onto the couch and rolls over on top of you. He kisses you again, his hand cradling your face, his body weight pressing down on you as you feel the blood rushing through your veins. He kisses you for a few moments more before he jumps up, pulling you along as he leads you into his bedroom.

He stops right before the bed and pauses to look at you, his hand delicately tracing your neckline. “You know, I really like this costume, but I think I’d like it more off of you.”

You let out a laugh as you roll your eyes at him. You begin to unbutton his shirt as you reply, “Well I don’t really like it at all, so you can definitely help me get rid of it.”

He grins back at you. “You look incredible, but I will happily oblige.”

Grabbing the hem of your top, Soonyoung pulls it up over your head and tosses it behind him. He pulls his shirt off too, disregarding the rest of the buttons, and you have to keep your jaw from hitting the floor – to say he was toned would’ve been an understatement.

He grabs you by the arms to pull you in for another kiss, and you place your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. You slowly run one hand down the defined curvatures of his abs until you reach the waist of his pants. Your lips still pressed against his, you begin to undo his belt and unbutton his pants.

Getting down as you undo the zipper, you pull down the band of his underwear and his cock springs free. You run your tongue up his length, your mouth stopping to take just the tip in between your lips as you taste his juices before taking him in your mouth. Soonyoung lets out a groan, and you begin to slide his cock down your throat – slowly at first, but as you begin to pick up the pace he places his hand on the back of your head, making sure you take his entire length with each motion.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You look up at him, his cock halfway in your mouth still, your lips red and your eyes teary from choking on him.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs, his voice gruff and low.

He thrusts into your mouth a few more times before he pulls your head back up, his cock glistening with your spit.

“Stand up for me.”

You quickly stand up – it’s impossible to ignore how wet you are at this point.

Soonyoung takes you by the hips and gently pushes you down onto the bed. “Get comfy baby.”

You rest your head against the pillows as he situates himself between your legs. He lifts your skirt up just enough to reveal your visibly soaked underwear.

“Fuck, you’re already this wet for me huh?” he says he starts kissing your inner thighs, close enough to your entrance to make your clit throb but just far away enough to drive you crazy.

He teases you with one finger tracing over your clothed cunt, sending a shiver down your spine. Not giving what you want just yet, he reaches his hand behind your back and unclasps your bra, taking it off of you.

“God, you’re so hot,” he says as he begins to kiss your breasts. You let out a small whimper as his hand makes its way back down to your clit, his thumb circling over the fabric gently.

Finally, he reaches his hands under your skirt and slides your panties off, his face resuming its position right in front of your cunt. You let out a hiss as his tongue makes a stripe over your folds, slowly taking in your wetness – you cry out suddenly as he begins to suck on your clit.

Soonyoung goes down on you for what feels like an eternity, only stopping here and there to shower you in admiration.

“You taste so good, baby.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Pussy so pretty for me.”

Just as you feel the heat welling up inside your body, he slides his fingers inside of you. The vibrations of his mouth moaning on your clit combined with the pressure against your g-spot nearly sends you over the edge.

“Fuck, Soonyoung – I’m gonna cum…” you cry.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Your orgasm rushes over you as you grab him by the hair, cumming hard on his mouth. Out of breath and seeing stars, you start to come down and your body relaxes into the bed – you run your hand through his hair as he delicately kisses your soaked pussy, his mouth and chin covered in your juices.

Soonyoung comes up to give you a few soft kisses on the lips. Wrapping your arms around his back, you pull his warm body into yours. His erection presses up against your still-throbbing core – you try to position your entrance right on top of his cock but he teasingly pulls away and starts kissing your neck instead.

“Please Soonyoung,” you beg.

“Please what baby? I wanna hear you say it.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

He kisses you on the neck once more before slipping his cock inside you, making you gasp at the sudden sensation.

“Mmm I made you so wet baby, you’re so perfect for me.”

He slowly starts sliding his length in and out of you, but before long you find yourself trying to ride his cock, trying to make him go faster – which only makes him slow down even more. He smirks, locking eyes with you – undeniably addicted to how much you need him.

“Such a little slut, you want me to fuck you harder?”

You nod, looking up at him – desperation in your eyes.

“Use your words baby.”

“Harder,” you plead.

“That’s my good girl.”

Soonyoung thrusts into you, picking up the pace this time, until he’s fucking you senseless. Your cries fill the room from the overwhelming pleasure, and much to his enjoyment you start to whimper out his name.

“That’s right – say my name babygirl.”

You repeat his name as every inch of him continues to pulse into you, stronger with each stroke.

“You’re taking me so well. My cock so good to you baby?”

You cry out something, presumably some form of yes, but you don’t even know at this point. You feel yourself start to climax once more.

“Fuck, Soonyoung – I’m gonna cum again.”

“Cum with me, pretty girl.”

Electricity rushes over your entire body as your walls tighten around him, and you feel his cock pulsating as his cum fills you up inside. You both lay there for a few moments, his strong arms wrapping around you as you breathe heavily together. He slowly removes himself from you and rolls over to pull you into an embrace – him as the big spoon. You giggle as he holds you tightly and gives you little kisses on your cheek.

“You know,” you admit, “I didn’t even want to go to that stupid party.”

Soonyoung laughs. “Well, I’m sure glad you did.”

“I am too,” you say as you begin to yawn. You are completely worn out in the best way possible.

He nuzzles into your neck, clearly also getting sleepy. He pauses a moment before he asks.

“Stay here with me?”

You can’t help but smile. “Okay,” you reply softly.

You drift off to sleep in Soonyoung’s arms – blissful and content.

[end]

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