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The Boundless Sphere of Fate - Lee Taemin - Chapter 3 - At each other's throats

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Chapter 3 - At each other's throats

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“Psst. Wake up.”

“Ugh… just… 5 more… minutes…” Blair covers her head with the duvet.

“I’m bored, wake up and talk to me.” Taemin pulls the duvet away from Blair, then gasps. “What are you wearing?!”

He wasn’t expecting to see the girl half naked under the covers, in just a thin bralette and some pyjama shorts that were… too short and tight to leave anything to the imagination.

“Taemin?! What the fuck?!” She sits up in her bed, annoyed, reaching to grab the duvet again. “Don’t waste your spiritual energy for shit like this.”

“Morning!”

“Ugh… you piece of-”

“It’s 1 PM, how much longer did you plan on sleeping?”

“Hey, I’m recovering until tomorrow.” Blair protests.

“What’s tomorrow?” Taemin tilts his head in confusion.

“Work. What else?”

“Oh, do you work?”

“Of course. How else could I have bought this house?”

Blair reluctantly stands up, the duvet still around her body, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, and makes her way lazily towards the kitchen, brewing some coffee.

“I don’t know, maybe your parents had money or something.”

“Yeah, right.” Blair chuckles.

“Bad relationship with them?”

“You bet. One hates me, the other wouldn’t recognise me on the street.” She grabs a coffee cup from the cupboard and places it on the table, pouring the hot, black liquid inside.

“The coffee smells great.” Taemin notes.

“Hmm. It does. I love coffee. Wait, what?!” She turns to him shocked. “How can you smell it?”

“I don’t know. I sometimes can.”

That’s weird.

“So, now that I’m awake, can you tell me what the fuck were you doing in my room?” Blair sits down at the kitchen table and sips on her coffee.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna offer me any?” Taemin points to her cup.

“You can’t drink it anyway, so why would I dirty a cup for nothing?”

“Mean.”

“You started it, by coming uninvited in my bedroom. What if I were naked?”

“Ew.” Taemin grimaces, earning a death glare from Blair. He starts smirking, happy that he got under her skin again.

Two can play this game. She thinks, then asks blatantly.

“So, where exactly did you die?” She starts looking at the floor and pointing with her eyes to different areas of the kitchen. “There, in front of the oven? Or maybe there, next to the door?”

Taemin’s gaze then shifts.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Don’t.” He says sternly.

“Or maybe next to the sink-”

“Stop it.”

“Or perhaps you were sitting at the table, just like me-”

Before she finishes the sentence, her coffee mug is smacked from her hands, flying directly into the opposite kitchen cabinet, breaking into pieces, coffee staining the whole surface. She becomes expressionless.

“Rude.” She says, standing up and grabbing some napkins to wipe off the coffee from the floor. She then starts to grab the bigger pieces of her former cup, and by the time she is done and turns around, Taemin is no longer in the room.

She struck a chord.

~7 years in the past~

~Blair’s POV~

Today is my birthday.

Normal people would be happy in these circumstances. It would be something to celebrate, a happy day.

Not for me, though.

I dreaded this day, because today I’m turning 18, which means my mother will no longer have any sort of legal obligation to take care of me.

“Good morning, dear!” She smiles brightly, and it makes me wonder if I’ve ever seen her be so happy. I don’t smile back. “Done packing?”

As if there’s much to pack.

“Yes, mom.” I reply in an emotionless voice. I feel drained.

“That’s great! Want me to drop you off anywhere?” She is all smiles; it makes me sick.

“No.”

“Okay, then! I have a date, so I’m gonna go get ready. See you, sweetie!” She waves her hand and leaves, as if I’m going to the supermarket and coming back in 10 minutes. As if we’re actually going to see each other again.

We won’t.

I grab my backpack and a small suitcase, and I make my way out of the house.

I take a look back.

It’s weird knowing it’s the last time you’ll ever see a place; knowing that you’ll never come back.

Mira waves at me. I don’t wave back, I just nod at her. She’s been here for many years, and I don’t think she’s too happy to see me go. I’m sad I couldn’t help her cross over, but some grudges are too big to bear, and there’s not much I can do for her.

I know she’s cursing my mother for kicking me out, since she’ll lose her chatting partner.

I’ll miss Mira.

I won’t miss my mom, though.

~present day~

~third person POV~

“Newbie! How’s the new house?” Blair’s co-worker, Brian, approaches her with a large grin on his lips. It’s unfortunately already Monday, and Blair doesn’t know how Sunday passed by so quickly. Despite the fight with Taemin, nothing memorable really happened. She kept unpacking and rearranging stuff “Done unpacking? I see you’ve already managed to hurt yourself.” He laughs and points to the plaster on her index finger.

When scooping up the mug pieces from the floor, Blair managed to cut herself, making her curse Taemin even more.

First of all, he is stuck in my house because he’s stubborn and won’t cross over.

Second of all, he can interact with objects. I’ve seen it before, albeit not many times, but Taemin’s spiritual energy is simply shocking. The way he was able to grab the duvet, and then, minutes later, interact with the coffee mug was completely unusual.

Third of all, his fucking temper. How dare he smack that coffee cup from my hands?!

Blair scoffs, making her co-worker chuckle even more.

“Come on, don’t be mad! I know you’re clumsy.” Brian speaks and pats her on the shoulder, letting his hand linger a bit too long. “So, how was unpacking, newbie?”

“Why are you still calling me that?” She smacks his hand off her shoulder, annoyed. Brian did nothing wrong, but she is still seething from Taemin’s reaction this morning. “We’ve been working together for more than a year.”

“Damn, has it already been a year?”

“Unbelievable how time flies, isn’t it?”

“Right. Scary. We’re getting old and wrinkly and-”

“Ok, Brian, let’s keep the negativity out of this conversation.” Blair chuckled.

“We’ve been working together for a year, and you never once went out for drinks with me.” Brian shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest, scoffing.

“Sorry, sorry.” Blair waved her hand. “We’ll go, I promise.”

“When?”

“Hmm, let me think.” She contemplates for a few seconds while Brian looks at her in anticipation. “Mayybeeeee, uhm, when I’m done packing?”

“And when’s that?” He grins ear to ear.

“Definitely not this week, but eventually.” She shrugs, and he looks at her with a face that’s almost saying ‘Bitch, what?’, that makes her burst out laughing. “Is that not good enough?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “Me and you. Friday night. In two weeks. Drinks on me.” He says in a serious tone and gestures between them.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I promise.” She laughs it off.

“I hope you’re a woman of her word.” Brian grins triumphantly.

“Now I’m getting offended! When haven’t I kept my word?” Blair placed her right hand on her chest, mimicking heartache.

“Just making sure I’m guilt tripping you enough.” Brian grins again.

“You manipulator. Don’t you know that’s a red flag?”

“Oh, come on, I’m the greenest flag in the world!”

“Ok, ok, green flag, can I go and do some work now?” Blair chuckles.

It’s easy enough to get on with coworkers at work, since none of them know of her special… ability. She hasn’t been in any situation so far where she accidentally disclosed she sees ghosts and talks to them on a daily basis; it used to be harder to hide, but nowadays she’s pretty much an expert at pretending ghosts aren’t real and coming back to talk to them and apologise 5 hours later when there’s no chance of someone recognizing her.

A few hours later, Blair can finally go home after a full day at the office. She’s tired, her feet hurt, and she feels as if the whole world is against her as it starts raining as soon as she steps out of the building and starts walking towards her house.

The rain is merciless and she obviously doesn’t have an umbrella; she doesn’t remember where she put it during unpacking. When she gets home, she’s dripping wet and decides to head directly into the shower.

Taemin is nowhere to be seen, so she almost forgets all about him as she undresses herself of the wet clothes that are sticking uncomfortable to her skin and hops in the shower.

She turns on the hot water and closes her eyes, rubbing them. She just wants to go to her cosy living room and restart the show on Netflix Taemin rudely interrupted on Saturday, and then sleep for a while.

Weird. She thinks, as she feels the temperature of the water slightly changing.

And then it gets really really hot, to the point where it’s burning her skin, and she finally opens her eyes and notices the faucet has been turned to HOT completely.

“TAEMIN!” She shouts, annoyed, and she only hears giggling from the other side of the door.

The fucker.

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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White T-Shirt ~ a series

Chapter 1: 하나

Masterlist: here

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

cute college au; dancer meets singer.

Yeona shuts the textbook in front of her, sighing as she leans forward, resting her forehead on the hardback cover. She has been studying non-stop for hours, for the test she has this week, and it is beginning to feel as if she is not taking in any of the information at all anymore.

“I can’t do this anymore, Taeminnie.” Yeona whines, lifting her head to glance over at her best friend.

Taemin looks up from his own workbook, he seems exhausted too, having to put in so much effort in all of his subjects has totally drained him.

“We should take a break,” He replies, “There’s only so much of this that I can take.”

Yeona nods, watching as Taemin starts to pack away his belongings, and she begins to do the same.

“There’s no way I’m going to pass Sociology,” She sighs, “I wish I could have done only dance class, I’m not cut out for academia.”

Taemin laughs, though he quietens as he catches a glare from Yeona, sighing as he takes her hand in his.

“You are smarter than me, Yeona… You’re going to pass, there’s no doubt,” He urges, “And if you don’t get top marks for this, at least you will for sure in dance.”

Yeona tries to hide her smile, the kind words from her best friend never fail to make her feel better. She stands up and steps away from the desk in Taemin’s dorm, stretching her arms over her head and yawning.

She looks over at Taemin as she drops her arms to her side, his eyes are glued to the phone in his hands, and Yeona clicks her tongue to get his attention.

“Oh, sorry,” Taemin mumbles, shaking his head as he looks up at her, “Did you say something?”

“Taemin-ah! I need fresh air,” Yeona complains before asking, “Do you want to go get a drink?”

“Sure!” He replies eagerly, “I was just going to suggest the same thing!”

Yeona is no fool to Taemin’s secrets, his demeanour and posture a clear giveaway that there is an ulterior motive behind what he is so enthusiastic about.

“You have that look on your face…” She comments, “Why were you going to suggest that?”

The tension in the room shifts, and Taemin realises that he is not as sneaky as he wants to be, although he can admit too that he has never been good at keeping secrets, or hiding his emotions from his expression.

“No reason.” Taemin says sheepishly, too quickly for it to be the truth.

“You can’t lie to me,” Yeona tells him, “I can read you like a book.”

Taemin rolls his eyes, clearly caught out, no way to keep this from his best friend any longer.

“Fine,” He sighs, “I want you to meet a classmate of mine. He’s in my singing class.”

“Ooooh,” Yeona gushes, “Do you like him?”

“No!” He insists, “You know I’m already interested in...”

Yeona sighs, cutting Taemin off from his sentence, everyone at the college knows about Taemin and the boy that he likes. It’s so predictable, two pretty boys, fighting and teasing each other in public and then sneaking into each other’s dorm rooms every night.

“Kibum-oppa, I know,” Yeona says sarcastically, “Everybody knows, except for himself apparently.”

“Shh…” Taemin whines, “And he doesn’t ever have to know.”

Yeona stares at him with a raised brow, wondering how such a smart young man can be so blind when it comes to love, when he is so clued in on everything else.

“Taemin, there is no way that he doesn’t know,” She says, “Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if he felt the same way about you.”

“Don’t make me think about it!” Taemin cries, “I’ll be sick with anxiety!”

Yeona cracks up in laughter, her friend’s dramatic behaviour too funny for her, holding her stomach as she catches her breath. Taemin is pouting at her when she is eventually able to look at him again, wiping tears from her eyes.

“You’re trying to get me off-topic.” Taemin pouts, “Anyway, my classmate doesn’t like boys anyway. In fact, you’d be his ideal type.”

“Are you trying to set me up?” Yeona asks, suddenly feeling the same dread that she just made fun of Taemin for.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, “You need something else in your life other than school and work.”

“I do have other things!” Yeona insists, “I have you... and…”

Yeona turns to face the full length mirror that Taemin has against the wall, her black and dyed-blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, she is wearing tight black jeans and a tight black cropped t-shirt. Her thick-rimmed reading glasses sit on the bridge of her nose, and she does not believe she would be anyone’s type. She is fit, she is a dancer so of course she is, but she doesn’t understand what part of her could appeal to anyone.

“Just come with me, please,” He begs, “If he’s not your type, that’s fine, I won’t push it.”

“Fine,” Yeona replies defeatedly, “But I’m only coming if you pay for my coffee.”

“Yes!” Taemin says excitedly, “Let’s go!”

He jumps up from his chair, quickly wrapping his arms around Yeona in a hug before pulling away and dragging her by the hand to the door. They both stop to pull their shoes on, Taemin wearing a pair of Converse and Yeona a pair of Nike Air Maxes, and they exit together to walk the short distance to the college cafe.

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It only takes a few minutes until they reach the coffee shop, and Taemin holds the door open for Yeona to enter. They walk together to a table near the back, and Yeona takes a seat as Taemin heads to the counter to place their order. The only staff member that Yeona sees working is Kibum at the counter, and she sighs to herself, thinking that Taemin only brought her here so that he could see his unofficial boyfriend. She watches the two of them flirt, and tries to fight the feeling of jealousy, realising that maybe she is a little bit lonely, and craving some sort of skinship.

Taemin finishes flirting with Kibum, and walks back over to the table, sitting in the seat opposite to Yeona. Yeona looks up from her phone, her face rested in a slight scowl, Taemin begins to laugh before realising she is serious about her expression.

“What’s wrong?” Taemin asks.

“You could have just told me you wanted to see Kibum,” She replies, “You didn’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying!” Taemin insists, “My classmate is here too! He’s out the back making our drinks.”

Yeona sighs, looking back down at her phone again. Taemin sighs at her attitude, he loves his best friend, but her moods are hard to deal with sometimes. He sits in silence, and goes from watching Yeona, to staring at Kibum behind the counter, wishing it was night so that they could be together in private.

“The soy chai latte isn’t for you, is it Taemin?” A smooth, unfamiliar voice asks.

Taemin looks up to see that his classmate has arrived at the table, with two drinks in his hands.

“No, Jonghyun-hyung, I ordered the black coffee.” Taemin replies, “The chai is for my friend here, Yeona, this is Jonghyun.”

Yeona lifts her gaze, and has to stifle a gasp as she stares at the man in front of her. Shorter than Taemin, but taller than her, his skin a deep bronze, and his hair is dyed blonde, cut into a messy undercut. His cheekbones are sharp enough to cut through glass, and his jawline is well defined too. He wears blue contact lenses, and is dressed in a white t-shirt, black jeans and a black pair of Timbs.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yeona.” Jonghyun smiles at her, “Taemin never stops talking about you.”

“And you too.” Yeona barely stutters out, “Hopefully only good things.”

She shoots a glare at Taemin, who has to stifle a laugh at his friend’s unease. Jonghyun places their drinks on the table, and after one more pointed stare at Yeona, turns to walk back to the kitchen.

“Yeo, you’re drooling.” Taemin says as he lifts his coffee to his lips.

Yeona snaps out of her haze, and glares at Taemin in front of her.

“I am not.” She snaps, though she tries to calm herself down.

“So I was right,” Taemin says with pride, “He is your type.”

“No.” Yeona says, though she can’t bring herself to be convincing.

“I don’t believe you.” Taemin says.

“Okay,” Yeona rolls her eyes, “Maybe I think he’s kind of cute.”

Yeona can see that Taemin is hanging on to every word that she says, and it makes her feel so seen.

“Kind of?” Taemin asks skeptically.

“Fine, yes, he’s definitely my type.” Yeona admits, “Are you happy now?”

“Yes!” Taemin shouts, loud enough for the rest of the cafe to hear.

“Oh would you shut up?!” Yeona cries, hiding her face as the other patrons look over, “Enough!”

Kibum’s laughter echoes throughout the cafe, and Jonghyun peeks his head out from inside the kitchen, he laughs too as he sees Taemin so animated. Yeona is instantly drawn to the smooth laughter of the man, and they catch each other’s gaze for a moment before Jonghyun smiles and returns to the kitchen.

“So will you give him your number?” Taemin asks, his words sending anxiety through Yeona again.

“I can’t do that!” Yeona replies, “No way!”

“I’ll give it to him myself if I have to.” Taemin pushes her, already reaching for his pocket, hoping to find a pen in there to scribble the digits down.

“No!” Yeona replies, “Taemin, don’t you dare.”

The two of them drink their beverages together, conversation flowing freely between them. They avoid talking about their schoolwork, or the deadline they have to meet for the Sociology test they have coming up. They continue to talk after their cups are empty, and are interrupted as Jonghyun returns to the table to take the empty glasses.

“Were your drinks okay?” Jonghyun asks as he reaches them.

“Yes,” Taemin replies, “Thank you hyung!”

“It was perfect.” Yeona replies, instantly feeling her face flush red at her own words, “Thank you.”

Jonghyun smiles at them both, before placing two napkins down on the table and then clearing the table of their drinks. He turns to walk away and Yeona makes a point not to watch him this time, too embarrassed about how awkward she was in his presence.

“Yeo, look!” Taemin says, his eyes wide with excitement.

Yeona looks up, as Taemin slides her one of the napkins that Jonghyun had placed on the table. On the back of the paper was a scribble in black pen. Yeona felt her cheeks redden again as she read the words in front of her.

Yeona, call me - 001-6543 - Jonghyun x

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 7 months

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Impatiently waiting for your thoughts on 3D teaser 👀

You wanna hear my thoughts even though I'm pessimistic and dramatic? Haha, thanks!

Jungkook climbing those stairs in a white suit is giving Taemin in Idea vibes. Does the 3D MV director like kpop lmao?

The shot of him with a bat is so random and cringe. Is he supposed to look tough? Is he playing a macho who is only soft for his girl? Which heteronormative bullshit will we get from this song? I was starting to hope it wouldn't have an MV. I can't believe I dread MVs now. The 3D director apparently directed L&R, which is a cute MV, but, after Seven, and given Jungkook's whole concept right now, I can't imagine what will happen in this MV. Will Jungkook and his gang follow around a girl in shorts and a crop top? The teaser was just Jungkook and his bros which is suspicious. Him climbing out of that van and the bat doesn't bode well. It's likely going to be cringe. It felt kind of 90s/early 2000s. But he looked good.

The song itself has promise but watch me hate Jack Harlow's part and the lyrics. I'll take me a whole month to finally grow to like it and stop complaining about how it should be a solo song (which is should!). I'm just too predictable lmao.

Thanks for the ask! What did you think of the teaser?!

#ask #bts #jungkook #text #thanks for the ask!

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herewegobebe · 4 years

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Happy Jinki 🥰 - V live (Cr. Subs Proud Shawol )

#onew #jinki #lee jinki #onew vlive #shinee #he's so happy to be back #💕#dreading taemin going though ;;#i just want them back together for a long time #and i cannot imagine bald taemin!#my brain won't even go there 😂#taemin #key #minho #gifs #my gifs #1k

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k-llama-llama · 3 years

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Worries n’ Buns

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Rei x Seventeen

The boys are trying to cheer Rei up after Taemin leaves. NOTE: This will be the last Rei & Taemin post for a while.

Rei is not a permanent addition so if you have requests let me know…but she’s just an idea I had. She is NOT cannon with the rest of my AUs.

A/N: sorry for the delay!!….ALSO CHECK OUT MY PATREON FOR ACCESS TO EXCLUSIVE CONTENT AND EARLY ACCESS (patreon.com/kllamallama)

Requests are OPEN!!!

Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!

“Is she still out there?”

“I think so.”

“Has she eaten?”

“How am I supposed to know? I haven’t seen her in hours.”

Rei tried to tune out the voices from the other side of the window, turning to press her cheek into the metal railing. She wasn’t terribly proud of the fact that she’d been hiding on the fire escape for most of the day, but she could do without the running commentary on every time she breathed.

It was a rough day, and she wasn’t up to putting on a brave face just to make the boys feel better.

The window slid open. “Rei?”

“Jihoon.” She said without looking.

“Have you eaten today?” He asked, trying to climb through the window.

“Jeonghan made me have toast this morning.” She sighed. There was a lady selling mandu from a little cart on the street below her, and the smell was making her stomach rumble. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to want to eat anything.

Jihoon eased into the spot next to her, letting his legs dangle over the side. She’d been sitting there for so long that the metal grating had pressed indents into her thighs, and her forehead was sporting a similar mark from where she’d leaned it against the railing for the better part of an hour. When Jihoon sat on the cold metal, he winced.

“Should I get you a blanket or something?” He frowned. “I know it’s summer, but it’s freaking cold out here.”

“It’s not that past.” She turned to look at him, offering him a small smile. “Why are you out here?”

“Two reasons.” He reached over to lace his fingers through hers. “First, to see how many of those mandu you want.”

Rei tilted her head. “You guys are getting mandu?”

He snorted. “Mingyu made that lady move the cart onto this side of the street because he thought the smell of them might lure you off this fire escape.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course he did. Well, I’m not that hungry.”

“So I’ll get your four of them.” Jihoon winked, his thumb running over her knuckles. “And I’m also out here to see if you’re okay.”

Rei sighed, looking back down at the street. “I don’t know. I don’t feel like it’s really hit me yet. Ask me in like a week.”

“Yeah…we’re not going to let you live on the fire escape for a week.” He shook his head. “Did you talk to him this morning?”

Rei bit her lip. She’d facetimed Taemin in the morning for about a half hour, even though their actual goodbye had been yesterday. She’d kept it together until she opened her phone and saw him trending, and then she’d retreated to the fire escape before the boys would see her breakdown.

“Yeah, we said goodbye.”

Jihoon could see her fighting back tears. If there was one thing Rei was bad at, it was handling people leaving. It had taken her months to get over the separation anxiety that had resulted from Samuel leaving, and they’d all been dreading how she would react when Taemin inevitably enlisted.

Badly, was the answer.

“Just you wait, Rei, he’ll be back before you know it. Besides, you get to see him when he’s on leave, right?” Jihoon squeezed her hand, trying to be helpful.

“I guess so. It’s just…” She trailed off. “Never mind, I’m just being miserable.”

“You’re allowed to be a little bit miserable.” Jihoon cracked a smile. “If it helps, I think Soonyoung is even more miserable than you are.”

Rei glared at the window. “Figures.”

“So? What’s the other thing that’s bothering you?” Jihoon asked. “I promise I won’t tell.”

Rei considered keeping the secret to herself. She hadn’t mentioned it to Taemin, because she’d wanted their time together to be about him and not her. But Taemin wouldn’t find out now, and she could always trust Jihoon to keep her secrets.

“It’s just…” She sighed. “Him leaving reminded me that it won’t be too long before you guys leave too.”

Jihoon blinked, before breaking out in a smile. “You serious?”

“Don’t laugh, you jerk.” She yanked her hand out of his and smacked his arm. “I’m being vulnerable.”

“No, I totally see that.” He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “It’s just…Rei, you have years until we start enlisting.”

“Yeah, but you’ll still enlist. And I’ll just be here, waiting, like I am now.”

“Until Jeonghan comes back. And then Seungcheol. And your boyfriend will have already been bac for ages. We’re going in turns, Rei. If anything, you’ll be glad to get a break from some of us.”

“Don’t talk like that. You know I’ll miss you guys.”

“Yeah, but that’s all in the future.” Jihoon pulled himself to his feet, holding out a hand. “C’mon. Today we’re focusing on your boyfriend. So let’s go get you some mandu and some bubble tea, and we can…snuggle or something.” He wrinkled his nose.

Rei took his hand. “Snuggle? You want to snuggle?”

“If I must.” He hauled her to her feet. “Let’s go. I’m already winning the bet, and if I get you to eat something, I get twenty dollars.”

“Good to know you were really emotionally invested in my wellbeing.” Rei climbed through the window.

“Emotionally….Financially.” He winked, following her. “Let’s go. It’s time to cheer you up.”

“Roger, roger.”

#seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen imagines #seventeen 14th member #female kpop #female member kpop #female!kpop #requests open #au #kpop #imagines #imagine #kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop imagine #taemin #taemin imagine #taemin imagines #taemin au

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angellesword · 3 years

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (09)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Where did you stand after this? What choices did you have?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader (side pairing: Taehyung x Yoongi)

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Warnings: Building collapse, resulting to death and injuries. Homophobia, cursing, and drinking alcohol on a plane, physical abuse (Sin-ae slapped OC)

Note: Texts like this = lyrics from this chapter’s OST which is It’s You by Henry

Word Count: 3.6k

Series: CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 10

When Jungkook claimed that 'the whole family needs you,' what he really meant was that the Kims needed you to convince Taehyung to go back to Seoul.

"No. I'd rather die than go back there." Your brother's face was scarlet, obviously fuming.

You sighed. Defeat was already knocking on your door, telling you to give it up. Taehyung was stubborn, no one could make him do something he proclaimed he hated.

"B-But..." You couldn't give up, so desperately, you looked at him and said "our family needs us—"

"Our family needs us?" He cut you off, voice laced with so much fury it made you flinch.

You hadn't seen him this enraged. Regret washed over you. Perhaps you should've waited for the sun to come up first before dropping the bad news to him. Taehyung woke up with a sour mood since you banged on your bedroom door, forcing him to come out and talk to you.

He had a frown on his face when he opened the door, eyes squinting, he asked you what you could possibly want in the middle of the night.

You told him your concern at once, not minding that Jimin was awake now, calling your name softly like he wasn't sure what was happening or why you're suddenly disturbing everyone's sleep.

Yoongi was awake too. He stood behind Taehyung as he scratched the back of his head, frowning at you.

You ruined their sleep while Jungkook ruined your peace.

He told you that your father and Soojin got into an accident. Apparently, the building which was being constructed by Castle Architectural Firm collapsed. Some construction workers, your father, and Soojin were injured.

Admittedly, you didn't know all the details because your mind had gone haywire the second you heard Jungkook associated your family's names with the word accident.

You could say though that between you and Taehyung, the latter was calmer. When you told him the same thing Jungkook had said to you, all your brother asked was this: "they're...still alive, right?"

You nodded your head, lips pressing into a grim line when he shrugged.

Nonchalantly.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly.

"Good. I'll just send them a text message later." He attempted to shut the door.

"Wait!" You stopped him, saying that you two needed to plan your trip back home.

It's his turn to smack his lips together, as if he found your statement ridiculous.

Taehyung told you he would never go back to Seoul. You still insisted on going though, prompting him to say things both of you knew he's gonna regret.

"Why are you forcing me to go back to that shithole?" He snapped at you. "Did you forget what I've been through because of him?"

You could see it in his eyes. He wanted to scream everything—he lost everything because of Taemin.

"B-But..." You were too frightened to think of a proper explanation so you just repeated what you said a few breaths ago, "they need us..." Your voice was actually low, like you weren't sure if what you said was valid.

Taehyung proved that it was bull by cackling. His tongue was prodding at the insides of his mouth.

"Bull fucking shit." You took a step back upon hearing his snarl. Taehyung was glaring daggers at you.

"Taehyung-ah..." Yoongi interrupted before his boyfriend could hurt you with his words. It was to no avail. Your brother didn't stop sputtering things. He was directing his frustration to you.

"What? I'm right, Yoongi." He also glared at his hyung before casting his gaze back at you. "We chose to leave but they pushed us to do it. Our father can't accept me. My mother barely tolerated me. Seokjin and Namjoon-hyung are the only ones who defended me, but where are they now? They stopped talking to me too—" He sounded bitter.

You couldn't blame him. None of them reached out to talk to you and your brother. It had been almost two years since you contacted them. They didn't spare you even a simple greeting no matter how many holidays had passed, no matter how long your messages were.

The Kims never replied.

"Consider leaving Seoul as a sign of you turning your back on us." This was what Taemin said to Taehyung.

And to you?

Nothing.

They never cared about you. As a matter of fact, you felt like you had done them a favor when you left. Even Soojin didn't bother to stop you. She only said you're old enough to decide for yourself, that she got a lot on her plate right now and that she didn't have time for your drama or whatever you're going through.

Taehyung said you were stupid. Why did you keep insisting yourself to them? Wasn't it obvious to you that they didn't want you in their circle? You were an outsider they would never let in.

"—and now you're saying they need us? For what?" He answered his own question after swallowing his spit. "For support? That's rich coming from them, don't you think? How dare they ask something they never gave us when we needed it the most?"

"I don't want to end up like them, oppa." Your voice was barely audible as you trained your eyes on the floor. "You and I both know how painful it is not to have the support we craved. Do you really want to pass that pain to someone else?"

Taehyung cackled, forcing you to cast your eyes back to him.

"That's where we're different, little sister." He licked his lower lip, thunder and lightning were brewing in his eyes. "I don't care about the pain of the people who hurt me. I don't want to be the bigger person here. What? Am I supposed to just forget everything I went through just because my father is in pain? He's hurt for a reason. He deserves it."

Taehyung knew he was being mean. He couldn't help it. Why must he allow toxic people back in his life again? He managed to pull himself from a very dark place. It was difficult. It was shitty. It was heartbreaking. But he did it.

He did it and just because he could didn't mean he'd allow himself to go back to that dark place. Taehyung wouldn't. He would never be sorry for how he protected his peace.

Not going back to Seoul was how he did it.

"But Soojin..." If Taehyung couldn't forgive his father, then he should go back home for the sake of his other sister.

"Ah," your brother smirked. "Kim Soojin. The person who stole the love of your life. Am I right?" He crossed his arms, not waiting for you to reply.

"Sometimes I don't understand you. Are you a martyr or an idiot? Why would you want to help Soojin? You suffered greatly because of her, did you not?"

You were once again lost for words.

Taehyung continued speaking.

"She's mean to you. She's the reason why you're far away from home." He stroked his chin, squinting his eyes at you. "I know now. You're not a martyr. You're stupid. You enjoy loving the people who hurt you, and then you hurt people who love you."

Yoongi grabbed his boyfriend's wrist vigorously. Taehyung ignored his first warning so Yoongi wouldn't allow him to talk to you any further. He was upset and he was starting to hurt you. It's not right.

Taehyung was unstoppable though.

"You love everyone except Jungkook. Is that the reason why you wanna go back home, huh? Guilt finally caught up with you? Do you really want to be there for our family, or is this the only excuse you can think of because you want to see Jungkook again? You haven't moved on from him, have you?"

The storm in his eyes reached you. The thunder was like a booming pain in your head. The lightning electrified your heart that couldn't be revived.

You felt sick, like you were going to faint. Jimin was suddenly beside you. He dug his fingers into your hips, keeping you from falling.

"Kim Taehyung." Jimin growled at his best friend.

"It's okay," you clamped your eyes shut and after a few seconds, you opened them again, staring into your brother's remorseful eyes.

Funny how people instantly pulled themselves together right after lashing out.

"I'll fly back home tomorrow, even without you."

You were true to your words. You booked a flight going back to Seoul while Yoongi pulled Taehyung back to bed, urging him to rest for a while before deciding what he wanted to do with the information you told him.

Morning came and he still didn't change his mind. You had to go home alone.

"I'm going to miss you," but Jimin dropped you off to the airport. Yoongi wanted to go with you, sadly you told him to just stay with his boyfriend.

"Me too." You unbuckled your seat belt and then you turned to your roommate, giving him your sincerest smile. "Thank you, Jimin. For everything."

He was the sweetest and kindest boy you knew. Jimin paid for your plane ticket since you didn't have enough money for it. You told him you would pay him back soon, but he simply brushed you off, saying that it didn't matter to him if you couldn't pay.

"Just be safe, okay?" He ruffled your hair while you studied his face. You could see it in his eyes, he wanted to say more. You could almost feel these words leaving his mouth: and please come back to me.

He didn't say it though. He couldn't ask for that knowing that Taehyung was probably right. You were not over Jungkook.

You dreaded seeing him. What were you supposed to do after pretending like he didn't exist for almost two years?

Taehyung hated you for sending long holiday messages to the Kims despite not getting a response.

You, on the other hand, hated yourself for ignoring Jungkook's handwritten holiday messages for you—well, actually, it wasn't just holiday letters. Your best friend sent you letters from time to time.

He sent two letters a week. This went on for a year but then one day, Jungkook just...stopped.

You thought he got tired of you and it broke your heart and made you hate yourself even more. You were the one who left. He was the one who begged you to stay.

You didn't deserve anything from him, not even his anger. The question was, could you take it? Could you bear seeing indifference in his eyes after getting used to the love always dancing in his eyes?

Probably not. This was why you were trying to calm your nerves by taking advantage of the free wine on the plane. Jimin was the one who booked your flight, choosing business class.

You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve these good men in your life. Taehyung was right. You always ended up hurting the people who loved you.

You drank the pain and bitterness away. You lost count on how many glasses of wine you had, all you knew was that your head was spinning and you felt like shit when you got off the plane.

"I didn't know you drink."

You groaned upon hearing Seokjin's remark. You didn't feel like shit anymore.

You felt shittier.

Abashed, you smiled apologetically at your older brother, suddenly regretting his offer to pick you up from the airport.

"Long time no see, oppa..." Two years and he still looked the same: like a deity. Seokjin aged like a fine wine.

"I'm sorry I can't convince Taehyung-oppa to come home with me." Your face was hot and you weren't sure if it was because of wine or embarrassment.

Seokjin noticed your sheepishness as he took your suitcase and handbag, carrying them for you.

"I didn't expect him to come. But at least you're here. Father is expecting you." He started walking so you followed.

"H-How's he and Soojin?" You were stammering since you weren't used to conversing with him. This was probably the longest conversation you had with your eldest brother.

Seokjin had always acted indifferent towards you.

"Jungkook didn't tell you?" He enquired while loading the boot of his car with your luggage.

"He...just told me they're injured."

Your brother sucked in a breath. He closed the trunk of his car loudly before turning to you. Too many emotions were painted on his face, but the most apparent was...exhaustion? Or was it sympathy for your naivety?

"I envy you..." The corner of his mouth turned up as he eyed you from head to toe. You fought the urge to step back. He was making you feel intimidated ."You got to drink. I didn't." He walked towards the driver's seat of his car, opening its door. "The situation is getting worse, sister. You should've drunk more when you still had the chance."

You didn't understand what Seokjin said to you at first, but the moment he turned on the radio in his car, your world crumpled and you wished you had drunk more wine.

"SPD has confirmed that at least four people died in a commercial building collapse Wednesday afternoon in—"

Your stomach flipped, your brain no longer able to listen to the sickening news.

Baffled, your head snapped to look at your brother who was clenching his jaw, his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

"I thought no one died!" You whimpered, chest recoiling.

"That's fifteen hours ago."

Fuck.

"B-But...you said Soojin and father are okay, right? They're not..." You trailed off, it was physically painful for you to continue your statement.

Seokjin sucked in a deep breath as he realized it was better to tell you the truth now. He said that your father was still unconscious, something big and hard fell on his head.

Soojin was in a wheelchair but at least she's conscious. There were cuts and bruises all over her body because of the fallen debris.

"Can we go straight to the hospital now, oppa? I..." You licked your lower lip. "I want to see Soojin and father."

Seokjin didn't answer but he nodded his head. The rest of the ride was filled with silence. The older man turned off the radio when he realized you were breathing heavily.

You tried to calm down. You really did, howbeit everything was too much for you. The alcohol in your system was making you feel hot even though you're literally covered in cold sweat.

What about those people who had died? Do their family know? How could Castle help them? Who was taking charge?

You whimpered again. When you left two years ago, the situation was already bad. The construction workers were protesting every Friday, demanding to be treated right—to be treated fairly. They didn't have the same benefits as regular employees. They didn't have social insurance. Their daily wage wasn't even enough to get them by.

"Hey..." Seokjin slowed down, glancing at you when he heard you whine for the umpteenth time. "Your head hurts? We can buy coffee if you want..."

Was he worried thinking that you had too much wine?

"I'm okay, oppa. Just thinking about those who..." You swallowed thickly. "d-died."

Seokjin's eyes softened.

"Namjoonie is taking care of it," he exhaled slowly. "Don't worry about it."

It was easier said than done. You thought about this as you headed to the VIP floor of the hospital. Taemin was confined in one of the rooms on that floor.

You were going to see your father in a few and admittedly, you were nervous. Seokjin's words were echoing inside your head: don't worry about it. How could you stop worrying about those workers who had died when there's a possibility that your father might end up just like them?

"Where's Taehyung?" You heard Sin-ae before you saw her. She was guarding the door of Taemin's room, like she had no intention to let you in.

Of course. You expected this day to be difficult. Nothing much had changed in the past two years. Sin-ae still treated with strong contempt.

You noticed the change in her eyes though. Back then, she threw daggers at you, but right now, she looked like she didn't have the energy to do that. Her eyes were...hollow.

"I...couldn't convince him to go home—"

It was sudden.

Not your answer. You had thought so many times while you were on plane the things you would tell Sin-ae and your entire family as to why Taehyung couldn't come home.

He's busy with work, but he's sad he can't come.

He's flying back home in days. Let's just wait for him.

He said he's sorry. He'll call later. Don't worry.

Your excuses were thought thoroughly. You practiced saying it. Hell, you even imagine what they'd say or how they'd react.

You expected them to scowl, to cry...Sin-ae cried.

She cried after slapping you right across the face. She's angry. She's sad. She's frustrated. She's directing these ugly feelings twisting in her gut to you.

"He couldn't come?" She hissed, her eyes were red and tears kept on rolling down her cheeks. She was shaking.

"Jungkook told you to convince my son to go home! You had one job! One fucking job! Why can't you do it, huh?"

"I'm sorry," you were guilty. You avoided her gaze. "I just..." And then you bit your tongue before you said "want to see my father..."

You tried to get past her, but she blocked the way.

"No!" She spread her arms to cover the door. "You are not allowed to see my husband, bastard!"

You shook your head, ignoring her and still insisting to go inside the room. Seokjin said Taemin wanted to see you.

He requested your presence.

"Please." You pleaded. Your voice was shaky too, your blood running cold. Something was wrong. Something was telling you you had to see your father.

The beat of your heart wasn't normal.

"He wants me here..."

"No!" Sin-ae pushed your chest. "We want Taehyung here. Not you! So get lost!"

No.

You pushed her too, making her more aggressive. Sin-ae scratched your skin, screaming. She wanted you to go away.

"What is happening here?" Seokjin arrived. He was so startled to see his mom in this feral state.

"I want her out, Seokjin! Make her go away!" Sin-ae wailed in her son's arm.

Your older brother embraced her tight. He was looking at you using those puppy eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he shook his head at you and then he mumbled "please leave..."

Off you go.

You were defeated anyway. Two versus one. How could you fight your family?

You were exhausted. Both from your long flight and dealing with Sin-ae. Your head hurt too.

You needed coffee to help you sober up. Fuck wine. Fuck Sin-ae. Fuck this stupid vending machine.

Why couldn't you have your coffee?

It was fucking stuck.

You breathed heavily while massaging your temple.

You hadn't recovered from your throbbing head when a new wave of pain engulfed you.

Someone called your name.

Not just someone.

You knew that voice well.

You turned your head to the side slowly.

You saw the person who called you.

"Soojin..." It was Jungkook who called your name, but what you uttered was your sister's name.

He was with her. Jungkook was standing behind Soojin's wheelchair.

Baby I'm falling head over heels

Your breathing hitched while looking at the both of them.

It was just like in movies. You know, when your eyes sparkled when you saw someone you loved after a very long time.

Looking for ways to let you know just how I feel

You called Soojin yet your eyes were focused on your best friend. The friend you hadn't seen in years.

I wish I was holding you by my side

His voice was soft when he uttered your name. But just like Sin-ae, his eyes changed too.

Indifference.

He was no longer looking at you with fire in his eyes.

I wouldn't change a thing 'cause finally it's real

It was like he's a completely different person. It hurt looking at him like this, like he didn't recognize you, like he was debating if you were real or not.

Were you really here? Or were you just a fragment of his imagination?

You walked towards them, causing Jungkook to flinch.

His chest felt heavy. He gripped the push handle of Soojin's wheelchair with force.

You were standing near them now.

Jungkook blinked.

He wasn't hesitating anymore.

You were definitely here.

I'm tryin' to hold back, you ought to know that

"Hi..." You said to Soojin, voice wavering. It hurt seeing her like this. She had a cervical collar on. It was difficult for her to speak.

You crouched down as you smiled softly at your sister.

Jungkook watched you. He was holding himself back. It wasn't the right time to hold you in his arms.

You're the one that's on my mind

He missed you though. More than so much. Two years and you were still running inside his mind.

I'm falling too fast deeply in love

Everything was dawning to him too fast.

Two years and he still loved you.

Time was irrelevant.

It went slow when you weren't around. He thought those painfully long moments without you by his side were enough to forget his feelings for you.

Finding the magic in the colors of you

Apparently, it wasn't enough. He stared hard at you, like he was looking for something.

Love? Affection? Anger? Longing?

He would take anything you could offer, because after all this time, he was still in love with you.

Little did he know, you felt the same way too.

For Jungkook, you're the right time at the right moment

But as you straighten your back and met his gaze, you realized something:

For you, he was the wrong time at the wrong moment.

A/N: my mom asked me if i was planning to write fics tonight or workout. i chose the former because MAN my body is so sore i don’t think i’ll be able to move properly. 😩 standing workout IS NOT easier than sitting workouts!!!!! ANYWAY i know there aren’t many jk x oc moments in the past chapters....so ✌️

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Eight Lovers, One House

*I'm not dead. Just tired.

CHAPTER 7: ☆Give it a rest☆ word count: 5.2k

Wooyoung wasn't sure why he thought that college would be any better than high school. It was practically the same. Only now he was stuck living with his ex, a traitor, a hot guy, two titans, a lesbian and Jongho. How fun.

As he tapped his pen on the wood table, he began to space out. He had only been in class for about thirty minutes and he was already over it. The room was filled with students looking to change the world with their clothing designs, while Wooyoung was only here because he was forced to be. Fashion was nice and all but he never saw himself pursuing it in the future.

"Ah well, I suppose that's what you get when you're the heir to a clothing empire."

"Spacing out already, Mr Jung?" The teacher's strict voice brought Wooyoung back to reality, his head snapping up to see nearly everyone in the class looking at him. Yet why would he have the decency to be embarrassed?

Instead, Wooyoung leaned onto his right hand, tracing the table with his left and smirked. "Please, Mr Jung is my father. Call me Wooyoung."

Out of the corner of his eye, it was clear that some students were rather captivated by his courage while others grumbled about how arrogant he seemed. It wasn't a reaction Wooyoung was unfamiliar with. In fact, it was a good way for him to gauge the crowd he was surrounding himself with and what he found was that they were too easy.

"Listen here young man, just because your father is head of such a large industry, doesn't mean you can come in here and impose your reputation on-"

Wooyoung put his hand up, shushing his instructor's rambles. "Well pardon me, sir," he said with a light scoff. "But I did no such thing. After all, you're the one who brought up my family's status. As far as I'm concerned, all I did was breathe. Now, I can give you a real reason to despise but for now, we haven't reached that point. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to get back to relaxing."

The teacher, and the majority of students for that matter, were stunned. Their silence made Wooyoung smirk. "Carry on." He flicked his wrist, insinuating that the teacher get on with his lesson. Before he could comment, the professor was blocked out by Wooyoung's headphones.

Mission: make an impression - complete. Wooyoung, you have done it again. Constantly raising the bar.

Wooyoung had quite a few connections at this school. His mother and father both attended KQ, going on to be million-dollar entrepreneurs, along with his two cousins, Taemin and Jimin two of the biggest stars around right now. It was safe to say that expectations for him were high.

Though if he was being honest, he would rather gain a reputation his way and not through family links. It seemed rather cheap to him. The best way to do that? Well by doing exactly what he did today.

By the time the lesson was over, nearly everyone was whispering Wooyoung's name and it brought a self-satisfied smirk to his lips. What more could he want?

He needed to leave before that pesky teacher could give him a headache with his dreaded voice. However, someone tapped him on the shoulder just as he was about to make his escape, keeping Wooyoung where he was. Though he cursed, he wasn't mean enough to run out and turned to see who it was.

Yet to his pleasant surprise, he was quite pleased with who he saw. "Yeonjun?" he exclaimed, eliciting a giggle from the bluenette in front of him. Yeonjun was a friend he had met online a year or so ago. It was a happy accident but one he couldn't have been more grateful for. They planned to meet once they both learned they would be attending the same school but neither expected it to happen this soon.

"I had no idea you would be in this class!" The older of the two said.

"Same! If I did, then maybe I would have kept my mouth shut..."

Yeonjun scoffed. "Don't even lie, no you wouldn't." They both chuckled as Wooyoung admitted that he was right. "I'm surprised you decided on fashion and design. What happened to your dream of owning a restaurant?"

"Trust me, it's still there. Dear old dad just didn't agree with it." He still remembered the day he confessed this dream to his father. The boy was met with a harsh look of scrutiny. What followed was a long and gut-wrenching speech from the older man. "No son of mine will follow such a useless path." That is what he was told. After all, he stood in front of the CEO of one of the leading clothing brands in the region. How could he allow his son to pursue cooking?

Wooyoung's fist clenched at the memory. The way his dad so fervently crushed his ambitions, sentencing him to four yours of a major he was bound to despise.

"Sorry to hear that, Woo..." The younger only shrugged, mumbling that it was what it was. There wasn't much he could do about it now."But hey! Since you're here, why don't we go grab a coffee? I know a few places I think would be good!"

That was when Wooyoung's smile fell. "Would love to but I'm meeting with another friend after this." Yet his grin quickly returned when he remembered who exactly he was seeing. Though Yeonjun pouted, he understood nonetheless and sent Wooyoung off.

They bid their farewells and Wooyoung made his journey to his next destination. It wasn't long before he got lost, however, and glanced around for some sense of direction. Glancing down at his phone, he was having a difficult time figuring out where to go next.

"Dumb maps..." He grumbled. How was he expected to read this stupid thing? "God, if you're real, please send some sort of angel to guide me to this sandwich shop."

Wish and you shall receive. Although, it wasn't an angel headed Wooyoung's way. Quite the opposite actually. "What are you doing out here, freshman?" The familiar voice made his head turn to the side. It was the soft and sultry tone of one Park Seonghwa, who furrowed his brow at the way the younger had been aimlessly wandering around.

Now, Wooyoung didn't get flustered easily. Trust him, he wasn't the type but there was just something about Seonghwa that made his cheeks grow warm. "Oh um...I-I was just trying to find a place..." And he stuttered? What kind of fuckery is this?!

Bemused, Seonghwa took a few steps forward and without Wooyoung asking, he moved behind him. The freshman's body froze at the warm feeling of Seonghwa's breath brushing against him. It sent shivers down his spine. "There," Said Seonghwa, pointing ahead after just a few seconds of looking at Woo's device. "It's just down the road."

"Ah...T-Thanks..."

As he moved away, it seemed like the older took a moment to size Wooyoung up. Eventually, he smirked. "No problem doll, remember, my door's always open if you're looking for a fun time." The suggestiveness of his offer didn't fly over Wooyoung's head and if he wasn't already sure of its intentions, the wink Seonghwa sent confirmed it.

"I'm going to sleep with Seonghwa." These were the first words to come out of his mouth when he sat down across from Jongho. Not a Hi, Hello or even a How are you. Safe to say, his friend's day was ruined by that sentence alone.

Figuring Jongho just didn't get what he was saying, Wooyoung decided to elaborate. "Listen, you need to understand-"

"I could genuinely care less..."

"That there's just something about him!" Realising he was going to be ignored for at least the next three minutes, Jongho slid his menu closer and began to look through for something to eat. Allowing Wooyoung the time to ramble. "He's different and I swear I've never felt this way about anyone else."

Jongho hummed with "intrigue" while "listening". "He practically invited me to have sex with him just now! I can't pass up an opportunity like that! He's the perfect rebound."

Taking a sip of the Sprite he had ordered prior to Wooyoung arriving, Jongho didn't hesitate to roll his eyes. "I just came here for a drink and a sandwich and now my mood has been completely ruined. Thank you." Wooyoung scoffed but it hardly phased the younger in the slightest. "Listen, I've known Seonghwa for like a week and I'll tell you right now, he's a piece of shit. The bastard ate the toast that I put in the toaster. He watched me put it in and took it! What kind of person does that? I'll tell you who: an asshole."

The waiter came by, asking the two what their orders were. Wooyoung cursed, realising he hadn't even glanced at the menu. Luckily, Jongho was spot on with what he would have wanted. "A grilled chicken sandwich for him and a roast beef sub for me, please."

"Nice! How did you know that was what I would want?" He questioned once the waiter had left. His answer was a light shrug.

"I pay attention. Now, as I was saying," and the mood was immediately soured. The lilac-haired couldn't help but jut his lip out into a pout at how his friend was acting. So prudish. "Woo, listen. Seonghwa seems like the type to play with people's feelings and leave them with nothing. If you slept with him, what do you think everyone else would say? I'm pretty sure he and Hongjoong hyung were a couple before and San would have a fit if he found out."

"Who cares if he finds out?"

"You care if he finds out. Don't kid yourself. I know you still value his opinion, no matter how much you try to deny it. A shitty hook up with a guy who won't even remember your name the next morning just isn't worth it." The worst part was, he was right.

Wooyoung knew everything Jongho told him was correct. Even if that were so, he would never admit it. After all, if he was discouraged, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't allow these feelings to fester and sit, causing him more anguish as the days passed.

Leaning into his hand, he began to wonder if, in the end, any of it was even worth it. To say his time with San was a waste would be a blatant lie. After all, he loved him. But clearly, that wasn't enough.

-ˋˏ *.·:·⟐..·:·.* ˎˊ-

Like wildfire, news of Choi San and Jung Wooyoung dating spread around the school quicker than anyone could've expected. After a mere month of knowing each other - San asked Wooyoung to be his boyfriend.

All it took was one person to catch them holding hands and suddenly everyone knew. Both of them expected this, of course, but neither cared. The infatuation they shared for one another was deeper than the Pacific. At first, it was all flirtatious banter. Winks, slaps on the ass but not much action. Wooyoung never expected to really fall for San.

That was until he watched his performance. For Wooyoung had grown increasingly more captivated by every one of his movements. While Yeosang and Jongho kept to themselves, holding hands and snuggling throughout the show, Wooyoung was leaning forward, eyes focussed on the intense dance ahead of him.

He would lose focus every time San wasn't on stage, zoning out and being just seconds from pulling out his phone to distract from the impending boredom, he was thankful these moments didn't last long. After all, San was the main dancer and you would have to be a downright fool to question why. In a full face of makeup and a costume to complement the demonic character he played, it was impossible to not be drawn to every step he took.

By the end of that night, Wooyoung was sure of one thing: He needed Choi San. He needed to figure him out. No one had ever made him feel the way this boy did. He was an anomaly and one he wanted near him at all times.

So when San brought him to the roof of his home one evening, the world lit only by the glowing full moon and stars, to hold his hands, Wooyoung was sure it was love. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

"Of course!" Not a single drop of hesitation in his voice.

"I really thought this would get drawn out," Yeosang remarked, his arm wrapped around Jongho's waist while they watched the new couple walk down the hall together. "I figured it would take at least half of the term."

"Term?" Scoffed Jongho. "I'd say the year. Have you seen the way they both play hard to get with other people? I wonder what made them speed up the process this time around."

Remarks like this were a rather common consensus, only instead of wondering why they got together so quickly, people began to question how long they would last. After all, this was Jung Wooyoung. Infamous for flirting with teachers to get his way and showing off the short end of his cheerleading skirt just to taunt people. Everyone knew he was a tease and many were determined to let San know it as well.

Eyes were always on them. Both a curse and a blessing during this time. It did wonders for Wooyoung's ego yet was one of the many factors that soured his relationship with San.

Control and jealously were two things they'd become very familiar with.

-ˋˏ *.·:·⟐..·:·.* ˎˊ-

He supposed that was where everything went wrong. Even as Wooyoung entered the house, that memory stayed in the back of his mind, annoying him with every passing second. "Just don't think about it." He would tell himself before proceeding to do exactly that.

Jongho had a class to go to and needed to meet with Yeosang to take some photos, the idea of the latter not sitting too well with Wooyoung for some reason. Nevertheless, it meant he was on his own for the remainder of the day. Meaning he was left with the glorious realm that was his mind. The same mind that was currently trying to send his entire body into overdrive.

"I just don't get him. Who would want to cheat on me? ME? I'm fucking gorgeous! Oh god, this is high school all over again." Indeed, this was the same thought process he went through after he caught San and Yeosang together. Only now, it was with the preface that he should be over it.

That didn't stop him from ranting though because anyone with a brain could see that he was most definitely not over it. Including Hongjoong. "You know there are other people in this house, right?" Wooyoung turned his attention to the smurf sitting at the edge of the couch, hoodie pulled over his head and several cups of decaf surrounding him as he typed away at the laptop resting on his knees. Looking like some sort of depressed college student hanging on by his last leg. Which wouldn't be too far off...

"No one that matters, you mean." Was Wooyoung's scornful retort, said as he slung his bag off his shoulder and made his way to his room.

"Well, you're not wrong. But I value my hearing, so keep all that in your head, okay?"

The younger student scoffed at this and Wooyoung, ever the confrontationalist, glared at him and decided to speak up. "Listen up little lesbian, I've got a lot of shit going on in my head. Shit, you could never begin to understand. Not with the half functioning brain you've got. So keep quiet, will you?"

What he wasn't expecting was for Hongjoong to chuckle. The blunette slid his device off his lap and placed it on the cushion, pushing off his hoodie while he stood to his feet.

"Congratulations, you're suffering. Get in line sweetheart," he spat, as he made his way over to the freshman. "You've got it hard but so does every other person on this fucking planet. It's unfortunate, I know, you're not as important as you think you are, kid. I'm sure you were a real hotshot in high school, huh? Well, not here cause you're starting from the bottom and unless you learn to keep your mouth shut, that's where you'll stay."

Silence was the only response Wooyoung could muster. He had just expected Hongjoong to sit back and take it, not for him to rail onto him as hard as he did. He was only a centimetre or so shorter than Wooyoung but the balls on this man were enormous.

By now, Hongjoong was barely ten inches away from him, every word he said smacking Wooyoung dead in the face. The distance certainly made his jeers more intimidating. Though, from the outside looking in, it could look much different.

"Trying to get in his pants too?" Both men turned their attention to the door, where a familiar pinkette was standing, arms crossed and frowning.

"What are you on about now San?" Wooyoung groaned, finally moving away from his hyung who raised his brow at the ensuing confrontation.

"You think I haven't heard what people are saying?" San walked forward, each step making Wooyoung grow ever more nervous. "So it's true? You're really so desperate for a dick in you that you're with Yeonjun after just one day?"

The mention of his blueberry friend made Wooyoung scoff. "You're delusional, you know that. I literally told you we only flirt over text. Nothing else."

"Oh yeah? That's not what other people are saying. I assume it's the same with Jongho and Seonghwa too?" This caught Hongjoong's attention, his eyes now shifting between the two wearily.

"For the last time, nothing is going on with Jongho! And what happens between me and Seonghwa, stays between me and Seonghwa. It's not your business what I get up to." A glare sharper than steel shot Wooyoung's soul, searing his heart with an immense hurt. It was the kind of look he had never hoped to see from San again but there was just something about it that he loved so much. "Why not join us, San? I'm sure he could show you a thing or two in bed since you were never any good there to begin with."

"You-"

"SHUT UP! Both of you!" Both turned their gaze to Hongjoong, the eldest rubbing his temples in dismay. "Good God you're so fucking extra! Get over yourself San. What Wooyoung does seriously shouldn't concern you if you're not already involved in the situation."

San glanced away, keeping his arms crossed while Wooyoung didn't hesitate to laugh. "See what I mean? Take that you-"

"Shut the hell up Wooyoung," Growled Hongjoong, instantly zipping the younger's mouth. "Don't make me drag you again because I will not hesitate to rip your bratty ass a new one." With a huff, he turned back to San. "Well? Did you just come here to make a scene or do you actually need something?"

Hongjoong was barely phased by the glare San sent his way. He had seen scarier people in public restrooms. When the younger realised this, he could do nothing but storm right out the front door, slamming it on the way out and leaving Wooyoung to let out a furious breath of relief.

"Your ex is a piece of shit." The blunette said simply, returning to his previous seat to carry on with his work. His statement was one Wooyoung fully agreed with.

"Tell me about it-"

"And so are you. Match made in Hell." Wow he didn't let people breathe, did he? Wooyoung began to wonder if he was always this moody or if he had just had a bad day. After all, he didn't seem this mean when they first met. Damn did he miss those first few hours of silence.

Despite the risk of being yelled at yet again, he plopped himself on the other end of the couch. It wasn't like he had much else to do and Hongjoong seemed at least a little bit interesting. His presence didn't go unnoticed by him and unfortunately, Joong wasn't too keen on being in the same room as him any longer. "Don't you have homework to do or something?"

Most likely but it wasn't like Wooyoung cared to do it. "I'm sure I do." The response he gave was childish and to Hongjoong, nowhere near acceptable. His scornful glower of disapproval was hard to miss and was rather entertaining to the younger. "Hey, if you want to do it, be my guest. If you wanna waste your life messing with fabrics then I won't stop you."

"You're studying design?" Queried the blueberry.

"Yep," Woo replied, putting extra emphasis on the 'p'. "Pretty stupid, right?"

He didn't expect Hongjoong to shake his head. "It was my alternative to music, actually. So no, I wouldn't say it's stupid." Based on his fruity attributes, the many accessories he often wore along with his interesting style, it wasn't hard to see. To Wooyoung, at least. "Daddy forced you to take it or something?"

Wooyoung recognised the sarcasm in his comment but being coy about it didn't serve him any good. So he exclaimed, "Ding ding ding! Correct answer!" Accompanying this with jazz hands and throwing off the previously salty tone of their conversation. "I've got better things to focus on than playing with dresses."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Unconsciously, Wooyoung's eyes travelled towards the door and, not being as subtle as he thought he was, Hongjoong managed to catch it. "No, don't tell me it's him?"

"Well..."

"Wooyoung ah, listen to me. Men are some of the biggest assholes you'll have the displeasure of meeting."

For a moment, Wooyoung sputtered, saying, "But aren't you a-" but was quickly cut off.

"It's called self-loathing. They'll say shit like "I hate seeing you cry" then proceed to make you cry! Assholes! Each and every one of them!" Wooyoung wasn't expecting him to be so intense but he supposed it could only be because Hongjoong was speaking from personal experience.

Realising how riled up he had become, the older student cleared. "All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't get too hung up on him because that's what he wants. He wants you to chase him while he sits back and waits for you to crawl to him like the bastard he is!"

"Hyung..."

"Right, sorry. Just remember what I've said. Think about it this way: what's more important to you? Your education or San's feelings for you?" Once again, Wooyoung's gaze went towards the door and Hongjoong hastily tried to regain his attention. "Good god, you're hopeless. Just try not to focus on him. Think about things that actually matter."

-ˋˏ *.·:·⟐..·:·.* ˎˊ-

"How's therapy going?" Jongho glanced up from his paper when Wooyoung asked this, turning his attention back to his work a moment later. They were at his house this time since it was closer to school, attempting to get some studying done. Jongho was, at least. Wooyoung seemed more interested in pestering him about information in his personal life than any sort of math equations.

"Fine," the younger replied curtly, while Wooyoung pouted at his lacklustre response. He was hoping for at least a little bit of detail but it seemed Jongho would remain closed off. In terms of emotion, the younger was as expressive as a boulder. Wooyoung would rattle on and on about his trials and feelings yet Jongho refused to return the same sentiments. He was hoping that by now he would be at least a little more open...

He managed to find out the reason he was going to therapy through copious amounts of pestering and was just as shocked as Jongho, though he was begged not to tell Yeosang. But after that, he hadn't spoken about it again.

"And how's San?"

"Amazing!" There was a chipper to Wooyoung's tone, showing just how happy the mention of his boyfriend made him. "I'm going to see him later today at cheerleading. He's coming for support. Can you think of anything sweeter?"

Jongho groaned when the blonde suddenly rolled on top of him and quickly did his best to push him away with little success. It was safe to say he wasn't a fan of Wooyoung's lovey-dovey state. Realising he wouldn't be set free anytime soon, Jongho took out his phone to pass the time.

"That photo you posted of us has a lot of likes," he said with a bit of wonder. "The comments are pretty funny, not gonna lie. "Cute couple" "Nice treat Woo" "Can I have a bit of that?" What does that even mean?"

"And the one of San has even more likes. Actually, there are more photos of him on your account than you."

Jongho stuck his tongue out at how cheesy his captions sounded. "You're so whipped."

And in response, Wooyoung chuckled, saying, "Wouldn't you be?"

"Not with all the rumours, no." It was when Jongho said this that Wooyoung finally got off of him. He placed himself on the other end of the bed, a light sigh escaping his mouth.

You would have to be deaf not to hear the way people whispered about Wooyoung in the halls. Being a flirt was great and it definitely had its perks but the moment you settle down, no one expects you to stay loyal. "You don't believe any of that, do you Jongho? You don't really think I would cheat on my own boyfriend?"

He knew Jongho wouldn't lie to him and after he had just listened to a minute of gushing, he simply couldn't believe what people were saying. "No Wooyoung, I don't." That was enough for him.

Smiling brightly, Wooyoung jumped right back on top of the brunette, eliciting yet another whine of discomfort from him. This time, however, Jongho accepted defeat and didn't push him away. Wooyoung cheered from above him, giggling childishly.

"Wooyoung?" The door had opened, revealing an extremely confused Yeosang, who peered at the pair curiously. "What are you doing here?"

Wooyoung moved off of the other teen, if only to let him greet his boyfriend. "He was helping me with homework," he explained while Jongho made his way into his boyfriend's arms.

Yeosang glanced at him sceptically but the younger teen nodded at him, confirming what Wooyoung said to be true. "Well it was more like I was writing the answers and he was copying, but it's close enough."

Even with this, Yeosang still didn't look entirely convinced, his grip on Jongho's waist tightened and a light whimper escaped his lips. "Babe..." he whispered, attempting to get him to loosen his hold. Leaning down, he muttered something in Jongho's ear that made him grimace.

When he noticed the tension, Wooyoung decided it would be best to go. "I should leave, practice is going to start soon. Don't go too hard on him, Sangie, I don't think this boy can handle it rough."

Yeosang stuck his tongue out at his friend, earning a similar jeer from the blonde on the way out. "Yah! And don't let San break you."

"What makes you think I'm not into that? Oh! Before I go, I wanted to know if you were going to Changbin's party next week?"

Yeosang shrugged. "Thinking about it. Now get out of here, will you? Your coach is gonna tear you a new one if you're late."

Cheerleading was an interesting sport. Many found entertainment in the way the girls would flash the football team, offering "rewards" if they played well. Seeing pretty women toss one another in the air while wearing tight clothes was appealing to many. If the students could throw money, no doubt they would.

However, to Wooyoung, it was an adrenaline rush. There was so much excitement in seeing a routine they had spent hours perfecting finally come together, eliciting an outburst of cheers from his fellow peers at their complex choreography excited them. He loved feeling that rush as his teammates took him to the top of the tower, a bright beam on his face while he harked the acclamations from all around.

Flirtatious comments and romantic banter were thrown his way as the teen walked onto the field. Wooyoung was greeted with his usual warm reception from everyone at practice. Everyone, except San, that is. He found his boyfriend focusing on his phone, his steely eyes fixed on the screen instead of the teen in front of him. This went for about thirty seconds and it was hardly appreciated.

"Find something more interesting than me to look at?"

"Cute couple," He said suddenly. "Nice treat Woo. Can I have a bit of that? Location: My side chick's house! Sound familiar?" It took him a moment to recognise these quotes but when he did, Wooyoung giggled.

"Oh, those? They're just a few comments from a picture I took with Jongho. Funny, right?"

"So, you think you two would make a cute couple?" When San finally looked up at him, it was clear that he didn't find it nearly as humorous. In fact, he looked quite irritated by all of this. Frankly, Wooyoung couldn't see why he was so upset over all of this. After all, it was just a picture.

"San, I never said-"

"Wooyoung! Warm-up stretches, let's go!" He turned his head towards the direction of his coach, noticing that the rest of the team had already begun without him. Wooyoung's lips quivered downwards, only because he wanted to finish this conversation first. He hated leaving things unsolved and the last thing he wanted was for this to end in a fight.

Regardless of how he felt, it seemed their discussion would have to wait until later. "Right... San, can we-"

"We'll talk later," Without another word, San stood to his feet. Feeling dejected, Wooyoung figured he would walk off but thankfully, he felt a pair of lips press against his forehead and saw his boyfriend grinning down at him. "I'll call you." A smile didn't dither to dash across his face as Woo nodded at him. As long as San wasn't upset with him, he was happy.

The older teen hopped off the stands, hands buried in his pockets while he made his way off the grassy plain. With one last glance behind him, his jaw clenched at the close proximity between his boyfriend and the coach. Was a little distance too much to ask for? Wooyoung always spoke highly of his cheer instructor, a little too admirably for San's liking.

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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Intervention

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“The members finally talk to her about what’s going on”

a/n: Not himym being the only reason that I know what interventions are, anywho, welcome back to sunny’s breakdown ft some special guests . Please let me know what you thought of it, your feedback is always welcome💜

The confusion behind the scenes seemed to be minimal as BTS stepped on stage, allowing the girl to focus on the mental checklist she had made to make sure everything was fine for the performance.

Fidgeting with the settings of her in-ear, Sunny got brought back to reality as the spotlights turned on and off onto the members.

She squinted from the lights and said to no one in specific “The middle one isn’t in sync” before lowering her head again and pocketing the mic pack just as a screeching sound broke through the piece “And an interference just happened”

“Geez Sunny, let them do their job” Jin showed up laughing from her side and gave an apologetic smile to some of the staff who shook their heads “This isn’t their first soundcheck, everyone is still fixing up things”

“Yeah, my bad” The girl lowered her shoulders trying to find something else to focus on. Lately having nothing to think about meant going back to thoughts she did not have the energy to face.

Walking from one side to another, she played with the glitter on the mic as a melody started playing and they were told to go on the marks. It didn’t register on Sunny’s mind if it had lasted five minutes or half an hour, all she knew as that soundcheck was done and they went back to monitor the performance.

Standing behind Namjoon’s chair, the girl took a sip from her water bottle as they chatted and waited for the images to come in.

“Did you forget to drink your coffee or something?” Jungkook snickered leaning on her side and also looking at the screens showing the different angles. “You look like you have no soul”

“Because I don’t” Sunny’s monotone caught Taehyung’s attention, who softly slapped her arm and shook his head, mumbling a “Don’t joke like that” and making the two let out an emotionless laugh.

“Okay, I think we’re good” Namjoon thanked the staff, allowing the members to stand up and walk out of the room. Thinking for a second, the leader held Sunny’s arm so they could stay behind “You’ve been out of it a lot lately, we can talk about it for a few minutes”

Shaking her head, the girl kept walking with him by her side “I’m just tired but I’ll make sure it won’t be noticeable on screen and no one is going to get worried, I promise”

“If people are going to notice it or not is something we can deal with after. But I know it’s not just tiredness” He sighed pondering if he should keep going or not “Look, Sehun talked to me-”

“He’s got you worried over nothing,” Sunny stopped walking and looked up at him crossing her arms “Last time we saw each other I said things I shouldn’t have. That’s all”

“You’re not answering his texts and he told me what you said,” Namjoon tilted his head to the side and her gaze shifted to the empty hallway “I’ve always been here to listen to you. It doesn’t have to be today but please let’s talk about whatever is going on”

“Oppa, I-” Sunny sighed and took a deep breath to numb down the feeling of crying “It’s fine. Just a relapse of judgment”

“Having sex with an ex is a relapse of judgment, opening up about-” He said placing a hand on her shoulder but got interrupted by somebody showing up at the end of the hallway. “Unnie?”

“Yunhee, how are you doing?” Sunny smiled softly and skidded away from the boy, who gave the NCT member a small bow before walking down the other way.

“Sorry if I interrupted you guys” Bee smiled awkwardly and the older girl waved her off, giving her a hug before following a random path “Your outfit looks awesome, it reminds me of an ice princess” She commented after a silence fell upon them.

“Thanks, and you’re looking like a fluffy marshmallow,” Sunny said, making the younger giggle and look down at her pastel pink pair of sweats.

“We’re getting fitted in groups, I should get my outfit after the older members are done with theirs” Both of them nodded with the explanation and Sunny looked at the side to check out the three doors labeled NCT. On the other side of the hallway, she read Taemin’s name in one of them and the following one made her flight or fight senses come into play.

“Well, now that you’re here, I should go back to get retouches” She smiled, the nervousness barely being recognized in her voice.

“I was going to get something on catering, but I understand if you don’t want to come” Bee nodded clasping her hands together.

“Oh, yeah. I think I should go back though”

“Look who’s here” Baekhyun’s cheerful voice came from the door she was dreading and, turning around, Sunny saw him and Taehyung standing next to each other in the hallway “It’s been a while Sunny-ah. How are you doing?”

Giving him a smile despite not wanting to, Sunny nodded picking at the lining on her shorts “I’m fine, how are things going for you? Is… Sehun okay?”

“I think so for the most part, you haven’t talked to him yet?” He frowned, showing how part of things he was and Sunny once again nodded, averting her eyes and making the three idols frown at each other.

“Uh, I think I should go inside” Bee shifted awkwardly on her feet, bowing to the two males and looking almost hopefully at Sunny, who didn’t have the heart to ignore her and gave her a quick hug, mumbling an “I’ll text you later”.

“I'll be going too” The BTS girl pointed over her shoulder and went to turn around before getting stopped by her own groupmate.

“You and Sehun aren’t on good terms?” V frowned giving her a side hug that felt oddly suffocating.

“Taehyungie, you’re really out of the loop. They had a fight like two months ago, I thought it was settled by now” Baekhyun crossed his arms seemingly worried “Do you need me to knock some sense into him?”

“No, he’s fine. I’m- I don’t know” Sunny sighed her voice dropping a little before she looked up at Taehyung pleading “Can I please go away now?”

“Is everything okay?” He frowned again running a hand on her back but she pushed it away, finally breathing properly “Sun, do you need anything?”

“I need to get to hair and makeup, then make sure the in-ears are on the right volume before going on stage and performing well enough so I can go home and sleep,” She said it all under a breath and looked up to find the two men staring at her with raised eyebrows. “Can I please go to the dressing room?”

“You should take a rest” Baekhyun nodded going back to his room and giving her a knowing smile “It’s not worth going through all of that so people think you’re doing fine”

“I am fine” Sunny gasped after he closed the door. Turning around in her heels, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at V, who walked faster and blocked her path.

“You don’t have to insist on that so much. We’ve all seen how you’re acting lately, at least let us be there for you” Holding her shoulders in place, Taehyung tried to keep his tone down in order not to catch attention. Yet, the way he spoke gave her a burning sensation around her eyes.

Blinking aimlessly and shaking her head, Sunny bumped shoulders with him as she marched towards the dressing room. Making a straight line towards the makeup chair once she was inside of it without sparing a glance at the other boys.

“We’ll start the recording in two hours,” Namjoon said looking up from his phone and she nodded, closing her eyes for a second so the makeup artist could do her magic and opening them again after she was done.

Looking at herself in the mirror, the logical part of her brain recognized the reflection was indeed her own, yet a little voice insisted on the uncomfortable feeling of dissociation.

Again, time passed without her even noticing what was going on. By the time the members were being escorted back into the vans, Sunny couldn’t remember if she had looked into the camera at the right times, if she had made the right facial expressions, or even bowed when the boys did. Though, after years of experience, she trusted her autopilot to do all of those things without her acknowledgment.

“Oppa?” The girl squinted once they entered the dorms to find Suga sitting on the couch “I thought you were staying at your apartment” Sharing looks, the members slowly made their ways towards the couch as well, J-hope sitting on the smaller one and leaving a space on the side empty “What’s going on?”

“We’re doing an intervention,” Jin crossed his arms, nodding to the seat for her to get comfortable in.

Sighing, she dragged herself next to Hobi and dropped her body there. Looking at the ceiling while Namjoon, Jimin, and occasionally somebody else went on about how she needed to tell them what was going on.

“I’m sorry I worried all of you” She mumbled interrupting them and J-Hope held her hand, running his thumb in the back of it.

“We’re only worried because we don’t know what’s going on” Yoongi affirmed from the other end of the couch “Something has changed in these past few weeks, we just want to understand it better so you don’t have to go through it alone”

Silence fell upon them again as she chewed on her bottom lip, feeling like a disappointment for not having a good reason for the emotions she had been having “Nothing happened”

“Sunny, no one is going to judge you” Taehyung started making her shake her head.

“I mean it. There’s nothing logic that explains why everything is so blank nowadays. I can’t get excited anymore, it’s so frustrating because every time we perform or do anything at all feels like nothing” The girl began catching all of their attention. Toying with the lining on her shorts, she tried her best to keep her eyes dry.

“And I honestly didn’t want to get anyone worried because it’s all going to blow out of proportion and just thinking about it makes me want to lock myself in my room and just sleep because I know it’s not real. Everything is just in my head and I’m so tired of it.”

Namjoon’s voice interrupted her thinking as he felt she was reaching her breaking point “Just because it’s in your mind it doesn’t mean it’s not real. Every thought you have and everything you feel is authentic, sometimes you just need to organize them or get someone to help them make sense”

“I don’t want to drag anyone into this” Shaking her head Sunny sniffed making the boys share sad looks.

“But you want it to go away, don’t you?” The question came from Jin who leaned forward, looking carefully enough to notice her small nod. “I know you’re feeling like you’re going to disappoint people by asking for help. But the truth is we live as a society. You don’t have to face anything alone and we were all put into this world to help each other”

“I know it might be a big step, but later you can consider getting more professional help” Namjoon tested the waters to see how she would react to it. At Sunny’s eyes filling with tears, he slowly went back “I don’t mean it tomorrow, just talking to us is an amazing start”

“There’s only an amount of things the seven of us can say to you to help you go through this. But we’re always open to listen when you feel like it’s getting too much” Jungkook nodded giving her a thumbs up to which Sunny replied with a snort and a roll of eyes.

“Do you feel a little better?” Jimin sneakily asked and she nodded taking a deep breath.

“I still want to sleep though '' Making them laugh, Sunny rested her head on J-Hope’s shoulder and watched them nodding understanding at her.

“One day at a time. And together, not alone” Taehyung said getting up and giving her a good night hug. One by one the members started going to their rooms to get ready for bed. And for that night, Sunny slept a little more relieved than she had before.

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keytomythoughts · 3 years

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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

Chapter Index

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually.

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu)

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

Funny

Yk I can’t move out, at least not on my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

What about Jaehyun?

Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

They’re just hell-bent on me getting into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

Me crying and stuffing myself with pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

And that’s bc you were there dumbass and half of the time ur either in oppa’s room or out somewhere

Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

I miss y’all :’(

Ok I should be there around like 5 ish so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol

See? My point exactly

Your fAcE scared off every girl in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

I almost feel bad for them, u little heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

Rlly?!?

YAH

U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

U JERK HOW COULD U??

Those poor girls omg

Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

Can it u demon

Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated.

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends.

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side.

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another.

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?”

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.”

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.”

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away.

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.”

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.”

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation.

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide.

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?”

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!”

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail.

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul.

What can I say? It’s a talent.

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder.

“Good to be back,” I whisper.

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment.

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat.

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

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LIBERALITY: starshine [oh sehun] (m)

part II of all your gods are fake

summary: sehun gives you what he can, but it’s never easy. you have to work for it as well, but effort pays off, and he rewards you so kindly.

pairing: freedomfighter!sehun x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff, light horror towards the end?

warnings: language, descriptions of war, descriptions of cults, mentions of violence, shibari, thigh riding, handjobs, reader has nipple piercings, sensory deprivation (blindfolds and ties), seizures, knives

song rec: rosalia & ozuna - yo x ti, tu x mi ♡ taemin - never forever

word count: 4.3k

a/n: this was originally posted to my old writing blog on may 9th, 2020. if you would like to be on the taglist, pls send me an ask or a message! <3

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He was getting agitated. You could tell this much.

It was already bad enough that the meeting so far had lasted for over an hour and a half, but now the tension of the situation was finally settling in, as everyone realized that it was finally here.

The last stronghold. Or so they believed. Or so he believed.

The meeting was only for the highest ranking officials of the resistance, people who The Brotherhood knew they could trust—the plan was far too important to risk it falling into the hands of The Sect of Seven at the hands of double agents.

The plan that, if executed correctly, could turn the tides and cause the downfall of the Sect.

You watched, leaning against the wall as Junmyeon, leader of The Brotherhood and face of the resistance towered over the war table, talking about possible strategies to take the last major neutral city and also take control of the country.

The Sect of Seven had existed for years before the war began—its existence spanned across centuries, millenia, even; dating back to the year The Prophecy of Brothers Alike was first proclaimed in the late twelfth century, and remained strong even almost a whole century after The Great Collapse of 2050, when global society had collapsed due to war, famine and climate disasters.

Then the war broke out, some ten years ago, when the first two brothers of the Fated Fourteen first made themselves known, springing the Sect’s violent plans into action.

Since then, the resistance had been built up by The Brotherhood’s efforts, both capturing strategic cities and territories across North America. The Sect was based in the desert, with the Sanctuary based in what was once Los Angeles, their control spanning across what was western Mexico, the american south, and half of the northwest.

The resistance was based higher north, in the Citadel, which used to be Chicago, territories consisting of parts of southern Canada, the rockies, the northern midwest and what remained of the Peninsula of Yucatan. Places like Greenland, the southern east coast and northern canadian territories had either been destroyed during the collapse or had since been reclaimed by extreme climate and nature.

The only major territory that remained uncaptured by either sides, the place where many had fled to avoid getting caught in the crossfire, was the northern west coast, and that was controlled by Washington DC.

The very spot the resistance was now planning to take.

Your eyes floated up towards Sehun, who was standing right next to Junmyeon, who was now listening to Chanyeol and Baekhyun discuss the logistics of a peaceful invasion.

“Overall, I think we still need time to form a solid strategy,” Baekhyun said, “Jongdae needs to get in contact with The Agate Sisters for some more weapons—”

“Which is not very easy, might I add—” Jongdae interjected.

“And even before that…” Junmyeon’s voice was loud, taking command of the situation, “Sehun.”

All eyes in the room fell to the youngest member of The Brotherhood.

Oh Sehun. The Oracle.

Sehun had become known to the world two years after Suho and Junmyeon were proclaimed the first two brothers of the prophecy, the same time as his twin brother. Being so young, his ability of both interpreting and creating prophecies was a sight to behold, both terrifying and morbidly fascinating.

You’d known him since he and his brother were children, before the three of you realized what the future held in store—pain and suffering for Sehun and you, and nothing but pleasure and debauchery for Sehün.

“Do you think you could consult with the spirits for a minor prophecy? Or any other interpretations of the prophecy?”

Sehun shifted in his stance, leaning back and forth. “I need time.” His voice was firm and gravelly as he crossed his arms, immersed in thought. “My most recent auguries have revealed to me that DC is the last stronghold that the prophecy is talking about. But I can’t be a hundred percent sure. Prophecies love to play mind games. We all know that.”

“Is there anything we have to be wary of when it comes to the prophecy? Double entendres, stuff like that?” Yixing asked, even though everyone in the room had heard the god-forsaken prophecy more than enough times throughout the past few years.

Sehun sighed, but closed his eyes and nodded anyway. A dramatic tension settled over the room, and Sehun began to speak.

“Cometh a day when seven sets of twins, be opposite ends of both virtue and sin—why am I going over this again, we all know this,” He huffed.

“Please just continue,” Baekhyun mumbled.

“Ugh, fine. Bearing eyes of blue and eyes of brown, cometh to tear the last stronghold down—” Sehun rolled his eyes, frustration evident in his expression. “The term stronghold has always been somewhat questionable. The prophecy was first declared in 1176, right? Early Modern English wouldn’t become a thing for another three hundred years, so most of this stems from Middle English. Some interpret stronghold as fort, or base, or holy land…”

Jongdae raised his hand before speaking, eyes flashing in alarm as he interrupted Sehun’s tangent. “Wait, wait, if others have translated it as holy land, then—”

“The Sanctuary.”

Junmyeon’s voice was quiet, but still commanded a heavy presence across the room, as a profound silence spread across the space.

“That means that the final battle could be in Los Angeles, on their turf. That would put us at a major disadvantage. We’re already at a major disadvantage.” The leader’s eyebrows were furrowed, using both hands to lean on the table as he made the connection.

The dread that followed was thick and suffocating, and you took the opportunity to speak up, wishing to rid the room of the anxiety gathering.

“But think about the implications of fighting the final battle in The Sanctuary. It would have to mean that we’ve managed to push them back sufficiently to the point where we feel confident invading their home base. Which we wouldn’t do unless we knew that we had a high possibility of winning.”

All eyes fell to you, and you crossed your arms, before meeting Sehun’s gaze. The look in his eyes was something akin to gratitude, being able to lift the sudden darkness. You lifted your hand to gesture back at Sehun. “Continue.”

He nodded, gaze stern. “Perhaps lovers lost to a most wicked brother, bringeth vengeance and hellfire upon one another… Loss could mean one of two things. Betrayal or death. But the rest of those two lines imply that the side that does the taking will suffer because of what they’ve done. That means that for now, none of us lay hands on any of the Sanctuary Queens, and those of us who have them, keep our partners close… Beware ye who heed this, for I warn thee now: suffer shall those who carelessly bow.”

“It has to be them,” A girl, Sasha, declared, “They’ve been lying to their followers for years—”

“That could mean anything. You know that.” Sehun’s voice was rough, eyes trained on the map that had been carved into the table.

A silence hung over the room, tension palpable as everyone remembered what the stakes were. These were lives and people’s free wills on the line, indescribable anguish promised by a prophecy written centuries ago to people who didn’t truly know their leaders. The end was near, but the outcome was nowhere near foreseeable.

“I’ll… I’ll try and do some more smoke readings.” It struck you how tired he sounded, watching as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger, “Maybe I’ll ask the spirit of the Oracle for a specific prophecy on DC. For now, we just have to be cautious. Watch for any suspicious activity here in the citadel and listen to intelligence reports. Jongin, you’ve got your moles at the Sanctuary, right?”

Jongin nodded, gaze dark. “Yeah. I’m meeting with Ren in two weeks. She’s the best of the best. I’ll see what she has for us.”

Junmyeon straightened his posture, everyone quieting when he opened his mouth to speak.

“I think that’s enough worrying about that for today,” He declared, sounding grim, “Before we go, you all know that not a single word is to leave this room. This is highly classified information. Meeting adjourned.”

You watched everyone file out of the room, hoping to speak to Sehun, yet somehow didn’t catch when he left. You got the feeling that that was what he intended.

So you left too, resolving to see him that night.

—

Sehun’s room was easy to find, seeing as how it was right across the hall from yours, in the large apartment building the heads of the resistance had settled into. You knocked on his door, sighing when you didn’t hear any response. You tried one more time, then another time, finally a third time, before letting your head fall frustratedly against the wood of the door.

“Hun, I know you’re in there… please let me in.”

You heard muffled sounds of shuffling from behind the door, pulling your head away to lean it against the doorframe. Waiting, you strained your ears for a noise, hearing the occasional sound.

Eventually, you heard the telltale sound of heavy footsteps being dragged across the floor. You pursed your lips, waiting for the door to open, wondering what you would see when it did.

The door swung open slowly, and you were met with a tall figure, hunched over as he peered down at you. The exhaustion in his gaze was palpable, and you felt your heart clench in sympathy.

Sehun was 25 now. He was made known to the public some nine years ago, and on top of it all, he was the Oracle. Interpretations of any and all prophecies were up to him, a sixteen year old boy who had just discovered he was destined to spend the rest of his life fighting against his own brother, something that tore his family apart.

He was a child.

And now, here he stood, looking too worn, too hopeless for someone so young. His eyes had seen horrors he was much too young to see. Life had eaten away at the glow he’d had when you were both younger. The dark circles underneath his eyes were so pronounced, you’d think he hadn’t slept since he was a baby. His short, dark hair was greasy. You wondered if he’d been taking care of himself properly.

“Do you need anything?” His voice was raspy, quiet. You looked at him, brown eyes met yours. Your heart clenched. Here he was, mentally exhausted, and the first thing he said to you wasn’t a hello, but rather, asking quietly if you needed anything.

“Can I come inside?” You asked sheepishly, and he blinked for a second, before nodding, opening the door more for you to pass. “Go ahead.”

You stepped past him, into the hallway of his small apartment. The smell of incense invaded your nose, and you frowned. He closed the door, and crossed his arms. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“Are you okay? You looked so tired today, you look tired now.”

“I’m fine—"

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

You refused to let him keep it all to himself. “Sehun…”

He leaned against the wall, head bowed, and you mirrored his stance, standing against the wall as well, but you didn’t look away. “Y/N, I can’t deal with that right now. People need me.”

“Sehun, you can’t force yourself like this, you’ve told me that yourself—"

“I have to make this work. I can’t fail like last time, not if DC is what we think it is.”

You sighed, taking a step forward, resting a hand on his arm. He glanced at it briefly, then raised his head to look at you. You said nothing, but guided him to sit down on the couch, and you sat next to him.

“Sehun,” You said, voice quiet, “DC is nothing but puppets right now pretending they’re actually doing anything. We have our puppets, the sect have theirs. You can’t be sure that a place like that is what determines whether we’re doomed or not. You said it yourself, there are so many possibilities that DC isn’t the place we’re thinking about.”

He took a few deep breaths, nodding to your words before rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He looked strained, and you moved to sit closer to him.

“Everything is so fucked up,” Sehun whispered, and you nodded in agreement. “I feel like everything is out of control. Like I can’t do anything about it. Meanwhile, Sehün—"

“Sehün has people who think he’s a god obeying his every whim, just like the rest of those—those idiots.“ Your voice was quiet, but firm, refusing to allow him to compare himself to his brother, "The only reason they look so polished and seem to have everything under control is they only leave the Sanctuary when they absolutely need to, to save face. They feel like they’re above everyone else.”

You took Sehun’s hand, carefully removing his worn, black glove before cradling it in your smaller hand, as if it were incredibly fragile. His eyes met yours, and you gave him a sad smile.

“The Brotherhood, on the other hand… You only use that title for formality’s sake. Yes, you’re all the leaders, but you see yourselves as equal to the rest of us. All of you are out there with us, on the front lines. You’re tired because you give everything you have to serve this cause, my love. You feel that everything is out of control because… well, it is. Lady Fate is a tricky one, we all know that. But you feel it even more because you’re dealing with it head on, not from some sparkly throne on a golden pedestal.”

Sehun’s eyes glittered with several emotions you couldn’t pinpoint, but you could see fondness in them. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Starshine,” He mumbled into your hair, before resting his chin on the crown of your head, “Where would I be without you.”

You hummed, before allowing your eyes to flutter shut, and the two of you sat in silence for what seemed like hours. You reflected back to when you and Sehun both realized your feelings for one another, after a devastating battle in Salt Lake City where Sehun had given his brother the now infamous scar running down the left side of his face, some six years ago. He’d come so close to dying that day, and you’d realized just how important he was to you.

You’d been joined by the hip since you were children, and when the revelation came that he and Sehün were the brothers of liberality and greed respectively, you didn’t hesitate in taking his side, vowing to follow him until the bitter end.

It all made sense to you when you came to Sehun’s sickbed, seeing him resting and bloodied, that you’d actually been in love with the boy for a long time, perhaps ever since you’d first met him. You wouldn’t ever be able to live without him, and apparently, he felt the same way.

In this moral crisis, you were his anchor, his tether to the corporeal plane when his world was on an ethereal one.

Upon all the doubts that everyone had, as to whether the Fated Fourteen were truly gods or if they were simply men with delusions of grandeur chosen by Lady Fate for her cruel entertainment, he felt that you were what reminded him that he was human, that past gods were never truly capable of love or real emotion.

To be capable of loving you was a humbling experience, one that he treasured dearly, especially in moments like this.

“Do you remember what we did the last time you felt like you had no control?” Your voice was a whisper, full of promise and anticipation, as the hand that wasn’t holding his own came to ghost over his thigh. Sehun’s breath hitched, recalling the experience. Roughness against soft, supple skin, restraint and control, you giving yourself entirely to him before he gave himself entirely to you.

“What exactly are you proposing?” He murmured, and you exhaled as one would when they found something amusing, the ghost of a laugh. “You know what I’m proposing, Sehun. Don’t act as if I haven’t seen you teaching Chanyeol to tie his knots when he’s getting ready to go out on a field mission.”

His hand tugged yours towards him, and you moved as he sat back, resting his back against the couch as he helped you straddle his waist. You faced him, realizing with a giggle that he’d turned slightly pink at your accusation.

“Do me a favor,” He said, and you nodded, letting your free hand rest on his shoulder. “Never talk about Chanyeol when you’re trying to get me into bed again. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on… Chanyeol, however, is the most unsexy person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

Your head tipped back with laughter, and he joined in with you. Your heart, upon hearing this, skipped a beat. You had a hard time recalling when the last he’d laughed was. “I think Sasha would disagree.”

“Yeah, but Sasha isn’t here now, is she? It’s just you and me.” He leaned forward, trapping your waist with his hands and letting his face come close to yours. You watched his eyes flutter down to watch your lips, inches away from yours. You gulped when his lips parted, his tongue peeking out to lick the pink skin.

“So you want me to tie you up. Take control.”

Your hands wrapped around his neck, and you smiled. “Only if you want to tie me up. I want you to have at least one thing you feel you can control.”

Sehun licked his lips again, sighing in amusement as he considered the idea. “Y’know, a few weeks ago, some of the field officers came in with a bunch of fabric they managed to smuggle out of LA…” His tone was quiet, and his hands began trailing downwards, pulling you against him, voice filling you with anticipation. Comfortable fabric was so difficult to come by these days, given that the Sect had taken what were once lavish city districts.

You gasped slightly when your core came into contact with his lap, feeling he was already starting to get hard, and felt your face heat up.

“I might’ve bought a silk tie or two off of ‘em,” He told you, eyes burning holes into your skin, “Wanted to see what my starshine would look like in pink.”

Your felt your hands tighten of their own volition against the fabric of his black t-shirt, your mind conjuring the mental image. “Fuck, Sehun. W-where’s the jute?”

He flashed a lopsided grin, and you felt the need to smack the smug look off of his face. How he could go from being so serious to this, was beyond you. You personally didn’t believe that The Brotherhood and The Lords of the Sect were gods, but Sehun’s duality, in situations like this, seemed to be supernatural at times, if you dared say so yourself.

He pressed his lips to yours briefly, before lightly nudging you to get off of his lap. “I’ll go get it, baby. Give me a second.”

He stood, catching his breath briefly, before walking down the hall, towards his closet. The hallway was slightly darker, and you stood, striding over to him as he pulled out the rope. He turned to face you, and he quickly cornered you against the wall.

“Shirt off. Bra, too.”

You grinned. “What are you gonna do this time?”

You could vaguely make out his features, but you knew his face was probably twisted up in smug satisfaction. Regardless, you obeyed silently, your chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation.

“Chest harness, for now,” He quipped, “Is that okay?”

You nodded, not breaking eye contact with him as you undressed yourself. You wanted him to realize that you weren’t backing down.

He seemed to read you perfectly, nodding in response to your answer as he watched you pull off the dark fabric, before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Even in the dim light of the corridor, you could see how his eyebrows raised and the way his lips parted slightly, lazy gaze falling down to your breasts. You knew what he was gawking at.

The studs embedded in your nipples were a dark stainless steel, glittering, alluring. You’d gotten them on a whim at nineteen from some clandestine tattoo artist on the way back from a field operation. He’d always had a bit of a fascination with them, the way they seemed to twinkle at him underneath the light.

"You gonna stare at me all night or will I have to tie myself up?”

Your playful jab snapped him out of his reverie, and he straightened his posture a few seconds later. “Go stand in front of the bed.” His voice was soft, but still commanding.

You stalked into the dark bedroom, standing in front of where you made the bed out to be. He followed you, before standing behind you. “Are you going to tie my hands up, too?"

"Not yet, starshine,” He declared quietly, into your left ear. You could tell he was untangling the jute, and you pursed your lips in anticipation. “You want to know what I’m about to do to you?”

“You know I do,” You whispered, a confession just for him, before lifting your arms and your hair for him to work.

“Too bad,” He sighed, ”Because I’m not telling you.”

You huffed, but didnt protest.

His arms began to wrap the rope below your ribcage, tightening the jute to the point where you could feel it digging into your skin, but enough to complicate your breathing. Taut, but not torturous. You closed your eyes, sighing quietly as he looped the jute higher up this time, just between your breasts and your collarbones, wrapping back to where he began, in the middle of your back.

The sensation of the rough fibers against your skin was by no means comfortable. It was scratchy and some stray fibers tickled at your chest. But its presence against your skin, the implications of its position and what was to come, was most definitely comforting. Intimacy with Sehun now was rare, you rarely even slept next to each other. But you knew that it wasn’t because of a strain in your relationship.

Sehun had always needed peace of mind and silence when it came to auguries and prophecy readings. Now, with the war coming so close to what seemed to be the end, he needed it more than ever, and the moments you shared with him came to a pause. You didn’t complain—the cause came before your emotions, now and always. But inside you were crying out for him; in concern, in longing, in yearning.

So maybe that’s why when he paused his ministrations and chuckled, tracing a finger down his spine, you whimpered quietly, thighs rubbing together in anticipation. “You have goosebumps,” He said, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“It’s been a while,” You answered, and he hummed in response, pressing a soft kiss to your nape. You sighed at the sensation.

“Drop your arms, and turn around to look at me,” Sehun whispered a few seconds later, and with some help from him to maneuver through the rope he was still trying to tie around you, you were able to complete his request.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His voice was throaty, eyes scanning your body as you did the same, eyes landing on the growing bulge in his pants.

“Sehun, please just hurry.”

He shook his head, crooked smile still gracing his face. His hands worked quickly, looping the jute underneath the lowest rope, between your breasts.

“It’s not too tight, is it?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine. Not too tight, not too loose.”

He nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. “Okay. Let me know if it becomes too much at any point.”

“I know, Hun.”

Sehun’s dark eyes lifted their gaze from where his hands were working to meet your own, not saying anything. By now, the smile had faded, replaced by a stern look of concentration.

Be still, my heart, you thought, he is so beautiful.

“What?” You whispered, and he blinked.

His response was soft, gentle. “I would fucking die for you.”

You felt your face grow warm, and you lowered your gaze. “Sehun,” You murmured, “I—”

“Sh, sh,” He answered, continuing to tie the rope, “Listen to me, starshine. You’re it for me. There’s never been anyone else. A-and if anything happens, Lady Fate forbid it… There’ll never be anyone else.”

He finished his words as he tied off the final knot, and silently, you stood there, eyes shut as you pressed your forehead to his. For how long, you weren’t sure. Seconds, minutes, eons… Maybe no time had passed at all. You didn’t really care. Moments like these were never long enough, they always ended too soon. Sehun was your elixir of life, your lifeline, and in these moments, you felt immortal, invincible, powerful.

To be able to bring such a man like him to his knees, to be so ready to put himself on the line for you; you were sure it would be your ruin.

You surged forward, wrapping your arms around Sehun’s neck, and he caught you as you pressed your lips to his in a blazing kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You whined into the kiss, the dark cotton of his t-shirt pressing against your sensitive nipples and their piercings.

“Sehun,” You moaned into the kiss, reaching down to tug at the hem of his shirt. “N-not fair, take it off.”

He hummed, pulling away to comply with your protests, revealing toned skin and the broad shoulders you so adored.

“Is it fair now?” He asked, grabbing your upper arms to pull you closer and press kisses to your collarbones and along your sternum. “I should tie your hands now, maybe then you’ll learn you’re not allowed to touch without my permission.”

“Shut up,” You said, ignoring his declaration as he pushed you onto the bed. You peered up at his broad form, towering over you in the darkness, almost trembling in anticipation, waiting for him to put his hands on you, to make a move.

A few moments later, he finally did, reaching down to pull your pants off, as well as your underwear. He pressed soft kisses to your stomach as he did. When both garments were finally tossed aside, he lifted himself up onto the bed, lips trailing up across your skin. His eyes met yours as he gazed up at you, through you, before pressing his lips to one of your breasts, your sensitive nipples hardening at the contact of his warm mouth against the cool steel embedded in it.

Your head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut, unable to keep eye contact with your lover. One of your hands came up to comb through his dark hair, whimpering as he alternated between your nipples.

“Sehun, mmph, baby…” You murmured, coming back to look at him when he let go and came back to kiss at your jawline.

“Up, starshine,” He ordered, leaving no room for protest, arms wrapping around your waist and hauling you up to sit on his lap. As you squirmed to get comfortable in his grip, one of his hands reached for his nightstand’s drawer, and he pulled out two pastel pink silk ties. Your heart leaped towards your throat in excitement when you registered what these were, hips subconsciously searching for friction against his.

“Sit still,” He huffed as he closed the drawer, before straightening his posture, dwarfing you even sitting beneath you.

Wordlessly, he brought the tie up to your eyes, covering them before tying it at the back of your head with one tie, quickly doing the same to your hands with the other, tying them tightly in front of you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” He mumbled, hands raking from your hair to down your back.

His hands came to grasp at your thighs, propping them so they rested only atop one of his. You felt your core clench at what he was alluding to, inhaling sharply.

“Move your hips, baby,” He said, and you couldn’t bring it in you to deny him.

Another thing you couldn’t do was speak, you found, as you prayed you could maintain your balance and began to slowly rock your hips against the rough fabric of his dark pants and his toned thigh, your bare pussy rubbing listlessly against the coarse fabric. You didn’t mind however, perfectly content to let him speak, murmuring strange hybrids of dirty and sweet things in your ear.

The hot pleasure between your legs seemed to double at the restriction in your ribs and not being able to see or anticipate where his hands or mouth were. You buried your head into the crook of Sehun’s neck, peppering wet, opened kisses against his collarbones, your nails digging into your palms with a vengeance in hopes of anchoring yourself to something.

The movements of your hips soon became capricious, rhythmless, your whimpers becoming louder and louder as he switched between flexing his thigh and bouncing it like a restless child. In the darkness of the silk tie, you could feel the callousness of his fingertips as they dug into your hips, a guided meditation through your pleasure.

The room reeked of incense and sex, you realized as you attempted to delay your slowly building release by focusing on different things. Smells, sounds, and finally, Sehun.

This was the Sehun you loved most, the one you cherished most in your heart. The Sehun that was so willing to give, give, and give, but not to the point of recklessness, unlike the Sehun you had seen so often lately in the war room. This Sehun was yours, and yours only. And if the growing wet spot against his rough pants was any indication, then your body loved this Sehun as well.

“S-Sehun.”

“Hmm?”

“P-please let me touch you.”

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.”

You clumsily began to search for his hard bulge, and he grabbed your tied hands and guided them to something hard and hot. You jumped slightly in surprise, not realizing he had taken himself out of his pants while you were humping away at his thigh like a bitch in heat.

He laughed at your squirming, and you slowed the rhythm of your hips in annoyance, but not completely—your hips had stopped folding to you, subconsciously rutting, twitching gently against the rough, now ruined fabric, perpetually searching for release.

“S-shut up,” You panted, and he laughed again, pressing another kiss to your jawline.

“You shut up. I still have to make you come.”

His hands resumed their leisurely movement on your hips, your focus snapping back to the impending edge, thoughts blurring into incoherency as the pleasure against your core. Mindlessly, you let go of Sehun’s member to bring your hands up to your mouth, attempting to spit crudely in order to improvise lube.

Instead, your heart jumped into your throat in arousal when Sehun grabbed your free hand and did the same, keening at his actions, eyebrows furrowing. And, despite feeling a slight annoyance at the chafing of your thighs, a feral instinct took over, and your hips sped up against his thighs.

“You look perfect like this,” He told you, guiding your hand back to where he needed you most, and you began to pump him slowly. His hands moved to wrap around your waist, large hands splaying possessively across your back.

“Gods, I wish you could see how lovely you look, starshine,” He mumbled, seemingly in a daze, “All mine.”

You nodded. “Y-yours, Hunnie. Only yours.”

He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, his breath picking up as your hands did the same, pace speeding up. He groaned against your skin as you pressed your thumb into the slit of his cock. Your movements were harsh, jerking against him as you felt yourself losing yourself in his touch.

“S-Sehun, I’m gonna…”

“I’ve got you,” He whispered, his voice your only anchor, “Let go, Y/N, it’s okay.”

Finally, finally, you crested, head tipping back, mouth falling open in a silent scream, body stiffening in his arms as you were possessed by pleasure. In the dark, colors danced around you, sounds could be touched, Sehun’s hands on your body tasted exquisite.

You didn’t even realize that your display had tipped Sehun over the edge, spilling himself onto your hands while he gripped your shoulders like his life depended on it.

When you came down from your orgasm, your chest heaving, you reached up to pull the blindfold off of your face, struggling slightly as you were still restrained by the silk tie. You blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light of Sehun’s room, and found that he had fallen back onto the bed in the height of his orgasm.

His eyes had fluttered closed, panting furiously. He seemed loose, almost boneless, and you stifled a laugh at how much more relaxed he seemed now.

“I take it you had fun?” You asked, poking his stomach teasingly. After a moment of silence, of what you assumed to be Sehun trying to catch his breath, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Hunnie, come on, get up. Can you untie me, please, baby?”

No response. If anything, Sehun’s pants seemed to be getting even heavier.

“Sehun?”

His eyes fluttered open, and your blood ran cold.

His eyes had rolled up into his head, mouth opening and closing as if he were trying to say something but he’d lost his voice. Around you, the temperature seemed to drop.Out of nowhere, the scent of incense returned, stronger than ever, and beneath you, Sehun tensed, muscles contracting as he began to seize.

You froze, momentarily unsure of what was happening. Here lay your lover, convulsing under you, and you were restrained to a point where it would be difficult to help him. Panic creeped into your stomach, eyes searching for something, anything, that would get you out of the grasp of the silk tie. You brought your wrists up to your teeth, frantically hoping to loosen the knot. Sehun was still convulsing. Your eyes drifted around the room, glancing at his stiff hands, gnarled into unrecognizable gestures. Your clothes were on the floor, but you had left your knife in your room.

Knife. Sehun’s knife.

You lunged for the nightstand, knowing that was where he kept his switchblade in case of an emergency, tumbling to the floor as your legs gave out, still wobbly from both panic and your previous orgasm. You managed to open the drawer, clumsily fumbling for the blade, before pulling it out, holding it between your teeth and bringing your wrists up to your mouth, beginning to saw away at the lovely, pale fabric, suddenly not caring about its softness or its illusion of luxury.

All you needed was to know that Sehun was okay.

Your eyes squeezed shut at the thought that he might be dying, and when the final strands of silk finally gave way, you practically spat out the knife, grabbing onto the nightstand for balance, turning to look at Sehun on your weak legs.

He wasn’t on the bed anymore. Your eyebrows furrowed, head spinning as you tried to figure out what was going on.

“Beware the master of tongues.”

You shrieked, eyes snapping up from where the deep, almost demonic voice had come from, and almost fainted then and there.

Because somehow, Sehun was floating above you, suspended in midair, eyes open wide but not a sliver of brown could be seen. In its place shone a bright silver, the holiest of metals for the unholiest sight.

“Beware the master of tongues,” The voice spoke again, speaking through Sehun, who was stiff as a board, face contorted into a sneer, and you realized with a chill that this wasn’t Sehun, but rather the Oracle.

“Beware the master of tongues,” He said once more, as his sneer morphed into a cruel grin, “But beware more the wrath of the faceless one.”

#kpop scenarios #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop au #exo x reader #exo scenarios #exo smut #exo imagines #sehun x reader #sehun smut #sehun scenarios #my writing #fic: aygaf

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flurrys-creativity · 3 years

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Various Artists Masterlist

Smiley Catalogue:

🥰 = Fluff 😁 = Slice of life 🤪 = Humour 🧜‍♀️ = Fantasy

❤ = Romance ⚡ = Angst 💣 = Sensitive themes (death, etc.)

🦄 = Hybrid 🥵 = Smut 😏 = Suggestive

Last update: Feb 2024

Astro:

Jinjin:

Astro Pop (drabble) 🧜‍♀️🥰🤪 Moodboard

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. Living in space sometimes felt lonely even though the spaceship was crowded. You didn’t mind being lonely, loving the few moments you could stay on deck on your own. Until you met Jinjin.

Cha Eunwoo:

Pool Party (one shot) 😁🥰🤪😏 Moodboard

Part of the AWhippedSummer and Summer of Kiss event. As soon as the weather turned warm everyone started throwing pool parties. Literally everyone. You weren’t able to count the dozens of invitations you received already. And you definitely couldn’t count the times an innocent victim was thrown into a pool. So why should this party be any different than all the others?

iKon:

Donghyuk:

Super Fox (drabble) 🦄🥰❤⚡

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. Living in a society where you have to hide your animal traits, it is a relief to drive out into nature and simply be yourself together with the one you love.

KARD:

BM:

Querencia (one shot) 🥰❤🧜‍♀️💣⚡🦄🥵 Moodboard

For years people lived in fear of the Minotaur hidden in the maze underneath the ground. For years tributes were forced to go inside the labyrinth and never came out again. Standing up for them you were thrown into the home of the Minotaur as well, meeting the so called monster within.

Arcane (one shot) ❤🥰⚡🧜‍♀️🤪💣🥵 Moodboard

Basically sold off to a man you only heard rumours about. You’ve never seen him before and you dreaded the meeting with him. The rumours about his fierce and brutality, making it even worse. Though arriving at the estate turned out differently than you thought.

Mamamoo:

Hwasa:

Damn the weather (drabble) 😁🥰

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. A simple picnic on a field got interrupted by a raging thunderstorm. There is no relying on the weather forecast nowadays.

SHINee:

Onew:

Demons (one shot) 🧜‍♀️🤪🥰 Moodboard

Requested. Jinki hasn’t been a demon for long and he still had to learn most of the things he was supposed to do - collecting souls and making deals for example. But how is a clumsy demon supposed to make a deal with you, when you were only cooing at him and telling him how adorable he was?

Key:

Cobra’s Fang (drabble) 🦄🥰 Moodboard

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. Working with Kibum was always something else. He either insulted you, ignored you or teased you. What you didn’t expect though were the feelings the snake hybrid held for you.

Minho:

Perfectionist (one shot) 😁🥰♥️ Moodboard

Everybody loved him, everybody loved working with him and everybody moved according to one flick of his wrist. You on the other hand hated this perfectionist. Hated that whatever you did, he did it better. But seemingly he doesn't hate you?

Taemin:

Crash & Love (one shot) ❤🤪🥰😁 Moodboard

Rummaging through boxes you find an old photo book, which brings back memories of how you met your boyfriend. Memories you now laugh about but were absolutely nervewrecking back then.

Tomorrow x Together:

Yeonjun:

Venery (one shot) 🥵🥰😁⚡❤

It was supposed to be a normal halloween party with booze and costumes and fun games. But instead you were running through dark alleys, trying to find safety while zombies roamed the area. Apparently.

Enypnion ft. Changbin from Skz (one shot) 🧜‍♀️⚡😏💣

Part of the Thrill of the Hunt Collab. In the spur of the moment you decided to buy a human male on the local market. Though you lost your interest in him again after he ran away. Changbin - your loyal companion - forced you to follow the tradition and start the hunt to capture the human again.

Soobin:

08.16pm (timestamp) 😁🥰❤🤪

After Soobin discovered what you were reading, he wasn’t so sure your suggestion of making a pie had no ulterior motive.

Solo Artists:

Jessi:

White Lady (drabble) 🧜‍♀️😁🥰 Moodboard

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. After the castle was left alone for a long time, someone finally decided to buy and live in it. Not wanting to scare them away immediately, you decided to tone down your haunting. That was until Jessi announced the castle didn’t seem spooky at all.

Huta:

Knocking on Devil’s door (one shot) 🧜‍♀️🥵🥰❤

Part of the Fright Night Event by K-Vanity. Living in a superstitious town had been quite a burden on occasion. When you finally had enough and wanted to prove your town wrong in believing in superstitions, you hadn’t anticipated to be warped into a whole other realm by the devil himself.

Bijou (drabble) 😁🥰❤

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. Haven’t seen you throughout the whole day, Minhyuk decided to call out for you.

DPR Ian:

Porchcrawler (drabble) 🧜‍♀️⚡🤪

Part of the Tipsy Drabbles. Usually everyone should stay in their homes at night, but an unusual guest appears at your house and needs your help.

#various artists masterlist #various groups masterlist #various artists #astro #ikon #kard #mamamoo #shinee #txt #tomorrow x together #jessi #btob #huta #dpr ian #christian yu #idol #kpop

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dubububbles · 4 years

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SHINee’s reaction to their actress s/o having to act in a romantic scene

Requested by anon

Onew:

Onew was unquestionably a very sweet and supportive boyfriend but he could also get jealous easily. Therefore, he would not be too happy to hear about your upcoming romantic scene in the movie you were currently shooting.

“It seems like I will have to do a kiss scene with one of the male actors. He’s really annoying, though, so I will definitely dread it a lot.”

You would tell him as you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. It was your attempt to cheer him up but it didn’t fully erase his gloomy expression. He knew it was all acting and that it certainly didn’t have any meaning beyond that but the whole idea would still bother him.

“I hate the thought of someone else kissing or touching my girlfriend, you know…” He would mumble and then hug you tightly and not let go for a while. “When the movie comes out you have to warn me when that scenes comes, since I don’t think I will be able to watch it.”

You would pat his back comfortingly and ensure him that you would with a gentle smile.

Jonghyun:

“A romantic scene?” Jonghyun would intentionally widen his eyes at the sudden information and also let out a gasp. “How romantic are we talking about here y/n? Can you rate it on a scale from 1 to 10, so I know if I should be concerned or not?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics. It wasn’t the first time you were acting in the romance genre, so you didn’t understand why he suddenly decided to have such an over-dramatic reaction. He could be an award winning actor himself at this rate.

“It’s a pg-13 drama Jonghyun, so it certainly won’t be as romantic as anything you are presumably imagining right now.”

He would emit a sigh of relief, in a playful manner, and then grin softly in your direction. “I’m just kidding y/n. You know I don’t mind what you do with your counterpart, as long as you do the same thing with me beforehand, so that I will be the only person you’ll be thinking of.”

You knew he was joking but it didn’t stop you from blushing at those words and giving him a playful nudge.

Kibum:

“I got my scrip today and apparently there’s a few kiss scenes…”

You brought the news to Kibum in a casual manner. Since he had acted out a fair share of romantic scenes himself, especially in his Bonnie and Clyde musical, you didn’t expect him to think too much of it.

“How many?” He would ask in a sour tone, which caught your attention.

“Two or three, I believe… why?”

“And what kind of kisses are there? Pecks? French kisses? Make outs?”

“I don’t know, just normal kisses.” You blushed a bit and then decided to walk over and hand him the script so he could just read for himself. He flipped through it quickly and then shrugged slightly before handing it back.

“It seems pretty mediocre to me. I guess I don’t have anything to worry about.”

You scoffed at his smug tone and slapped his chest with the script, since you knew very well this was a way to mask his jealousy. But when you brought up his musical and the fact that he had more daring kisses than you, he would ultimately bite his tongue.

Minho:

Minho wouldn’t be too fond of you doing a romantic scene. He was an actor himself so he knew how it was done and how you would have to act out the whole scene at least a couple of times before pleasing the director. At the same time he knew it was part of your job so he would restrain from telling you how he really felt about it.

Instead, he would be the supportive boyfriend he always was and offer to go over the script with you. It was something you tended to do whenever either of you had an upcoming scene that you were worried about or found difficult.

“Ah, if we will go over all the lines, then… will we go over the actual kiss too?”

You questioned and then blushed as your silly boyfriend would instantly nod and grin without much thought.

“Of course, that’s the most essential part.” He would joke and then earn a playful slap to the arm from you.

Taemin:

It wasn’t the first time you were going to act out a romantic scene but you knew your boyfriend wouldn’t like it much, so you decided to bring it up while you were having dinner together and he was already distracted by the food.

“So, it seems like I will have a kiss scene in the drama I was hired for… oh, this soup is really good!”

Taemin instantly stopped what he was doing. “What? Kiss scene?”

You nodded a bit nervously and watched his blank expression turn into a frown. Even if he trusted you, he couldn’t trust any counterpart that you worked with. It worried him that it would be a sleazy individual who would take advantage of every moment of kissing or touching you, which definitely made him feel really frustrated.

“Taemin?” You waved a hand in front of his face to catch his attention after he dazed out.

“Can I come to set with you? I want to see the other actor with my own eyes and make sure he knows that you are taken.”

#shinee #shinee reactions #shinee imagines #shinee drabbles #shinee gifs #kpop #kpop reactions #onew #lee jinki #kim jonghyun #kim kibum #choi minho #lee taemin #5hinee

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soft-pentagon · 3 years

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Maybe this is wishful thinking I don’t know, but I really think Kino could be so powerful once he gets his solo debut. Like Taemin level. If only Cube could up their promotion game he could be so successful. Though I dread to think about the Kino solo stans out there that would eat it up and forget about the rest of the members...

I'm pretty sure they'll release some solo and units stuff in the future, as the hyungs enlist and kino wooseok being the last ones to go, they'll have def time to 👀👀👀👀 and kino truly he's gonna SNAP 😌💅 can't wait

And about the solo stan part.. it's truly bound to happen... if they already don't care about the rest of the members imagine when he goes solo agsbnsms bye

#anon #ask #imagine only staning one member and giving zero shit's about the group #when them all are so close as if they're all the same person.....#🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

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acc3ssdenied · 5 years

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BRUISED | 05

SUMMARY: You don’t know what you expect when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you to one of his friend’s parties. But, it certainly wasn’t for you to be at an underground boxing venue the next day and for you to be thrown into a world that you had no idea existed.

PAIRING: boxer!jungkook x reader

GENRE: non idol au, boxer!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, tattoo!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut

WARNING: so it begins 🥴 so there’s not a lot of Y/N x jungkook in this they only interact really briefly, there’s a lot of ‘heavy petting’ between reader and another character 👀, this is kind of angsty and as always extremely chaotic, it’s borderline smut but??? not really like it’s not explicit but it’s just in case any readers want to skip it I guess, strong language and alcohol consumption

WORD COUNT: 3.0k+

A/N: i really love the whole jungkook with tattoos and him being a boxer/ badboy so I have decided to write my own! this will have updates alternating with mélomanie most likely but, i also have to keep up with my wattpad schedule. please tell me what you think and ask if you would like to be added to the tag list <3

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CHAPTER FIVE

Whoever told Jeon Jungkook to grow his hair out was both a saint and the devil in one person. If you had to watch that smug, little bastard tuck a wave behind his ear one more time, you were going to lose your mind. Sneaky prick, acting upset over you speaking to Hongjoong and disappearing straight away to entertain his fan club of thirsty girls and boys. Ridiculous. You had lasted all of one minute in the living room before you had quickly returned to the living room.

Conveniently, your viewing spot for Jungkook and his fan club had been perfectly positioned right beside a bottle of Absolut vodka which might as well have had your name written on it. However, it did send you into a spiral of self-pity which ignored that it was partially your fault for the miscommunication. Okay... maybe mainly your fault but, it was beside the point.

Sighing dramatically, you slumped down on the sofa next to Chaeyoung, “Why is my life so hard?” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her turn towards you with a strange look on her face.

“Oh,” she said in realisation, “You’ve seen the groupies?” You assumed she was referring to the shield formed of intoxicated people around Jungkook and nodded dejectedly. Chaeyoung reached over and patted your head comfortingly (patronisingly), “You’ll get used to it.”

The pout on your face was pretty much permanent at this point, “I don’t get it,” you whined, casting your gaze to the ceiling, “He pretended to be all sad at the thought of me dating Hongjoong and then he goes back to his little succubi,” you scoffed, arms slamming down onto the sofa beside you.

To your dismay, your best friend only laughed at you and gave you a look which made you feel as though you were an idiot, “He thinks that you still think he’s a Grade A prick who you wouldn’t touch with a stick, let alone date,” she sighed tiredly, “You were also pretty defensive about Hoonjoong and talking to him so he probably jumped to conclusions.”

You frowned, scratching the back of your head in conclusion, “Why does it matter whether or not I would date him?” A part of Chaeyoung wanted to throw you across the room for being so dense. How could you not see it?

“Why does it matter whether he’s surrounded by ‘groupies’ or not?” She shot right back at you, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

The first time in, well forever, you were at a loss for words. Naturally, you still tried to talk your way out of it, “I-I do—,” you groaned loudly, throwing your head back against the back of the sofa, “I don’t know, okay!?” Your voice had risen in irritation at your own stupidity.

Chaeyoung had a triumphant smile on her face as she sat forward, pointing at you obnoxiously, “You like him!” She gasped, giggling at the slight flush that had begun to show on your cheeks. You opened your mouth to try and protest but, she was quick to interrupt, “Don’t even try to deny it! You would have crucified anybody else had they said that — no matter the motive behind it. You let him off so easy!” She scoffed playfully, “Why else would you be jealous?”

This time, your groan was even louder and you smacked yourself harshly on the face, “I hate my life!” You slid down the sofa dramatically until only your upper body remained on the cushions. “Okay, maybe I do like him,” you mumbled softly, lips falling into a sad pout.

Your best friend made a noise that sounded mildly sympathetic and slid down to join you on the floor, “I forget how sensitive you are when you’re wasted,” she murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to bring you into a side hug, “Look, Jungkook’s a good kid but, he wouldn’t go out of his way to look after you and spend to with you for anyone.” You gave her a confused look that caused wrinkles to appear in your nose and she sighed again. “What I’m saying is that he likes you too, idiot. Everyone knows it.”

Slowly, a playfully wicked smile appeared on your face and she pulled away from you, groaning in dread, “No. No, no, no — I know that face. What are you planning?” You only shrugged, jumping to your feet and straightening out your mini skirt confidently.

“I think you were right about me letting him off easy.”

You found Jimin soon after that, knowing that he was the best person to recruit for your mission. Roaring his name loudly whilst pointing at him in an accusatory fashion had made an expression of fear appear on his face instantly. You heard him turn to one of his friends saying: ‘what have I done this time?’ and giggled to yourself softly. Dramatically, you threw yourself down onto the chair beside him and ignored the strange looks that were thrown your way.

Jimin gave you a wary smile before turning to the friend he had been speaking to, “Taemin, this is my friend Y/N that I was telling you about.” Immediately you turned to his friend and forgot about you act of annoyance with Jimin, giving the older man a polite smile.

“Ah! Jimin told me about you too. It was so nice of you to allow him to bring me along today,” you bowed your head to him slightly in greeting. In the back of your mind, you noted that every single one of Jimin’s friends seemed to be as equally as attractive as him.

Taemin returned your smile, ruffling Jimin’s hair affectionately, “It’s a pleasure. Anything for Jiminie,” he smirked somewhat mischievously, “On that note, what was it you were going to rip him to shreds over?” From beside him, an annoyed whine came from Jimin as he ran a hand through his hair.

The smile on your face mirrored Taemin’s as you turned to your friend, “Oh, right. I need your help to make Jungkook jealous.” The two men stared at you as though you had grown another head. “Hello? Anybody in there?” You teased, waving your hands between the two.

Jimin laughed nervously, “No, we heard you. I just don’t think that’s a good idea. Jungkook’s not very... nice... when he’s jealous.” He exchanged a grim look with Taemin, “You don’t want to do that.” You only blinked at him, tilting your head slightly.

“No, I think I do,” you countered, raising a challenging eyebrow in his direction.

The elder one sighed, rubbing a hand down his face as he turned to Jimin, “You can’t stop her if she wants to do this,” he turned back towards you, “Your best bet at making Jungkook jealous is Kai.” Jimin let out an even more desperate groan as Taemin pointed to a tall, tanned man sat in the corner.

You raised your eyebrows in an impressed manner, “Yeah,” you breathed out, leaning forward slightly in your chair, “He’ll do.”

In all your years of being alive, you had come up with multiple schemes that were questionable at best. But, this one was for more enjoyable for you than most of them had been. You were stood with your back leaning against the kitchen counter as you smiled up at Kai when Jungkook entered. He didn’t notice you until he was about halfway into the room and he did a double-take at the way Kai’s hand was a breadths distance away from your waist.

You had noticed him as soon as he had passed through the doorway, your nerves automatically standing to attention. Obviously, you ignored his presence and chose to giggle particularly loudly at what Kai was saying. He looked to be physically in pain when he had to squeeze past the two of you to get to the fridge, making you press up against the grey-haired man who towered over you.

“Y/N,” he murmured through gritted teeth, looking anywhere but at the pair of you, “Kai.” Jungkook was already beelining for the alcohol, picking up a full bottle of vodka before disappearing back into the living room.

Your body had relaxed significantly as soon as he had left and Kai picked up on that. He leaned down to look at you knowingly, “You’re trying to fuck with Jeon,” he stated matter-of-factly, smiling triumphantly when he worked out your angle.

Sighing in a defeated manner, you nodded, “Yeah. Do you mind?” You wouldn’t have minded if he completely disregarded you and went back to his friends, considering you were mainly speaking to me to get a reaction out of someone else.

To your surprise, he only laughed, “Not at all,” he said, reaching behind you for the bottle of Malibu, “I was pretty bored anyway,” he took a long drink from it before passing it to you, “Come on, let’s dance.”

You don’t know why a part of you thought making Jungkook jealous would be easy but, it was quickly shut down when you and Kai entered the living room to find him being straddled by a blonde-haired girl. A disbelieving scoff almost escaped your mouth but you were quick to avert your eyes and let Kai drag you to the masses of dancing people. What you were doing was less dancing and more ‘fucking with clothes on in time with Drake’ but, hey at least you were getting some enjoyment out of your scheme.

As you found your back pressed into Kai’s front, your eyes kept drifting to where Jungkook was sat. The girl was leaving sloppy kisses up and down his neck whilst he stared at you and Kai with a darkened gaze. Internally, you smirked and wrapped an arm back to Kai closer to you, making him wrap a large hand around your hip bone. As if God himself was listening to you, The Weeknd came on; he sure was looking out for you today.

Kai nudged his knee between your legs, allowing you to get closer to him than should be physically possible, and your head tipped back to lean on his shoulder. You ground yourself onto him, almost forgetting your mission in making Jungkook jealous in the process as you quietly moaned from the sensation. It wasn’t as though Kai wasn’t gaining anything from it either, you could feel how hard he was against the back of your left thigh and it left a smug smile on your face.

You opened an eye to peek at what Jungkook was doing and found he was no longer watching you. Instead, you found him with the same girl grinding on to him as they exchanged a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Clicking your tongue, you frowned slightly to yourself; maybe this was what Jimin meant, Jungkook would just fight back harder. Unfortunately for him, you were a seasoned player of this particular game.

Smiling to yourself, you spun around in Kai’s grip and looked up at him through your lashes. His cheeks were equally as flushed as you knew yours were and there was a glaze in his eyes that you knew to be lust. You reached up, fingers looping through the short waves at the nape of his neck as you tugged him down to catch his lips in your own. He kissed back just as hard as you lead it, your tongue swiping at his bottom lip for him to open. You had both stopped dancing as he slowly backed away from the crowds, gently pulling you along with him. His back hit the wall and you tugged on the pieces of hair in your grip, making him moan into your mouth.

You smirked into the kiss as his right hand moved from your hip to grabbing a handful of your ass so he could press you tightly against his crotch. Biting down on his lip briefly, your own hand snaked down and slipped under his shirt, allowing you to feel the corded muscle beneath it. Your mouths moved desperately against the other, small moans escaping when one would press against the other in a certain way. Kai’s hands moved danced over every inch of you he could reach, tugging the strap of your bodysuit down. His tongue circled on your skin, his pouty lips sucking harshly anywhere he could find, leaving marks wherever he saw fit.

Once he was finished he paused, glancing over your shoulder, before he turned his head slightly to whisper in your ear, “He’s gone.” You froze, pulling away from Kai so you could fix your clothes.

Blinking repeatedly, you stared at Kai, as though you weren’t quite processing what he was saying. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Well - uh - thanks, I guess?” He chuckled, it was a deep sound that you could feel from the closeness to his chest.

“Oh, don’t worry about it — I had a good time,” he said playfully, winking at you as he straightened his shirt.

You let out a breathless laugh, fully separating from him. Before you could continue your, somewhat, awkward conversation, you were stopped by a hand gripping onto your shoulder. Turning confusedly, you were met by Jimin, who was glancing between the two of you blankly.

He raised an eyebrow at you both, “Not that what everyone just witnessed wasn’t beyond hot — because it was, believe me — but, Y/N, I would find Jungkook now or never,” his voice was slightly cautioning as he glanced about the room warily.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?” You looked back to see that Kai was in the same position as you.

An exasperated sigh left his mouth, “He just stormed off outside, left the girl somewhere in the kitchen, and he is wasted. I haven’t seen him this pissed off in a long time.” The stupid, drunk part of you seemed to think that you had won, he had given in. But, then the small part of you that was still rationally thinking realised that you had been the only player in the game.

You stumbled over your words, face scrunching up in frustration, “W-Why is he pissed? He’s meant to be jealous,” you whined, pouting up at your friend.

Jimin groaned, the palm of his hand smacking his forehead in frustration, “I’m sure he is. But what you’re not getting is that he doesn’t know you like him — Chaeyoung told you, he thinks you wouldn’t touch him with a stick. So, he sees you basically fucking Kai on the dance floor right in front of you when he knows that you know he likes you.”

Your drunk mind buffered for half a minute whilst you looked up at him blankly. Once your mind re-entered your body, you shook your head to clear your head, “Why does he know... that I know... that he likes me?” The complexity of the words in that sentence made you almost want to throw up on the floor but, you resisted.

“Uh-“ Jimin’s face blanched, eyes flickering away from you nervously, “He may have overheard Taemin and I talking about it?” You sighed but, you know that the plan was your idea and it had been an idiotic one from the beginning.

Groaning in frustration, you held your head in your hands, harshly tugging on your hair, “God, how did I fuck up this badly?” You looked to the ceiling as though it would give you any answers but, you were on your own in that sense.

Trying to comfort you, Jimin wrapped in arm around your shoulder, “Look, you fucked up pretty bad, yeah?” You gave him an unimpressed look but, he dismissed it and continued. “But, if you go now you can explain it to him.”

You nodded rapidly, bouncing on the balls of your feet from the nerves, “Yeah. Yeah.” Forgetting to even say goodbye to him and Kai, you turned on your heels and speed-walked over to the front door. You froze with your hand on the door handle. God, you really didn’t want to fuck this up.

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A/N: ayo who am I?? adzshdakas sorry I had to :0. go me! back again with another update! we’re finally getting into the plot now which is fun. so :0 next chapter my plan is smut. this was almost but it was pg-13 pretty much and I wasn’t going to have the reader do that with someone who’s not kook.

i don’t write smut a lot and i’ve only written one which was Jimin one ‘Heaven With You’ so I’m not really as confident in writing it as I am with other styles. I would rlly appreciate it if you guys could comment or send asks on what you would like to see,, I’ve got a main idea but I just want to make sure what I write appeals to my readers??

also, what is everyone’s opinions on the chapter lengths?? I can’t decide if I’m splitting them up in the best way possible or if there’s some places where I need to increase detail + description. please let me know

sorry for another long author’s note, I know I need to shut up but :/// eh. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading <3

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