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๐š‚๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐Ÿ“
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๐™ท๐šŠ๐š—๐š‹๐š’๐š— ๐šก ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›
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โš ๏ธŽ๏ธŽ: ๐š‚๐š–๐šž๐š
๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ: ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šก, ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข (๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐š›๐šข), ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š  ๐šŒ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ (๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐šž๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™ธ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š โ˜บ๏ธŽ๏ธŽ)
๐Ÿท๐Ÿพ+ ๐™ผ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™พ๐š๐š‚ ๐™ณ๐™ฝ๐™ธ
๐š†๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐™ฐ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐Ÿท.๐Ÿบ๐š”
๐™ป๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š” & ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š‹๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š™๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐šž๐š—๐šŒ๐š‘!
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๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š—๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ธ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š• ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š” ๐šŽ๐š—๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š” ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š (๏ฝกโ€ขฬโ€ฟโ€ขฬ€๏ฝก)
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›! ๐š†๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š“๐š’, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐™ธ'๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž!
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Even though you and your boyfriend were often busy you liked to always make sure you made time for each other. No excuses.
Thatโ€™s why you guys decided to have a date night every two weeks at the very least. But even though tonight was date night you were both too busy to plan anything so you decided to just order in and watch a movie. You didnโ€™t mind dates like this, maybe you even preferred them especially without the stress of having to avoid prying eyes.
After you guys finished a simple dinner of your favorite pizza, Hanbin cleaned up while you cut up some fruit for a snack.
โ€œSo whatโ€™re we watching?โ€ You asked, placing the fruit bowl on the coffee table and cozying up next to him.
โ€œI donโ€™t know. I thought you wanted to pick.โ€ He replied.
You pouted at him. โ€œI havenโ€™t the slightest idea. I donโ€™t even know whatโ€™s new.โ€
You were serious, you hadnโ€™t watched much less heard of anything recently. You werenโ€™t even sure if you had the attention span for a movie anymore. Your mind was a buzz of all the things you had to do but you tried to push them aside for your relationships sake.
Hanbin clicked on Netflix and when the screen was loaded you saw a button that said Surprise me.
โ€œOh is this new?โ€ You asked, pointing to the tv.
โ€œNot really.โ€ He said with a chuckle. โ€œI just think you havenโ€™t watched much tv recently.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re not wrong. Letโ€™s just click this and let Netflix pick something for us! That should be fun?โ€ You said excitedly.
โ€œI donโ€™t see why not. The alternative would be scrolling all night I suppose.โ€ He said.
โ€œThat or rewatching Inside Out.โ€ You said with a giggle, make light fun of his love for the children's movie.
โ€œDonโ€™t tempt me.โ€ He said and you both laughed.
Even though you loved to tease him for it, his love for simple, even child-like things was something you adored about him. Despite being someone who reached for the stars, Hanbin was always appreciative of even the littlest things that made him happy.
He clicked the button and it suggested a move that youโ€™ve never heard of but he still clicked it anyway without even reading the synopsis. The movie played and you snuggled back into him while you shared the fruit in the bowl.
The movie wasnโ€™t all too interesting but it wasnโ€™t bad. But that didnโ€™t matter because you were a lot more interested in the way his fingers gently and mindlessly traced patterns on your back. The way his warm chest felt so comforting, his familiar scent relaxing you.
You bit into a particularly sour strawberry when you noticed the character in the movie was also eating one.
You pointed it out in silly boredom thinking it was a funny coincidence earning a chuckle from your boyfriend as well.
Suddenly the two characters were โ€œeating the strawberryโ€ while kissing and getting all steamy with each other, clothes coming off and everything.
โ€œWell thatโ€™s one way to enjoy a strawberry.โ€ You joked looking at Hanbin, humored by the abruptness of the situation.
He returned the same humored look and you both started laughing.
You took a bite of another strawberry, grimacing once again at how sour it was. โ€œWho knows, maybe it would make it sweeter.โ€ You said absentmindedly ignoring the movie, bored by the poorly done sex scene. โ€œIโ€™m pretty sure this oneโ€™s cosplaying as a lemon.โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s see.โ€ Hanbin said, taking the berry from your hand and biting it. You turned to him waiting for his reaction to the taste when you suddenly felt his lips against yours. You opened your eyes in shock before relaxing into the kiss. He gave your checks a gentle squeeze parting your lips allowing for the juices to fill your mouth, the sweetness of his kisses masking the jarring sour of the fruit. And then he pulled away leaving you a little flustered.
โ€œSweeter?โ€ He said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You playfully swatted at him before holding your now warm face.
โ€œDonโ€™t tease me.โ€ You warned, his taste still lingering in your mouth.
You wanted more.
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t dream of it.โ€ He said, his hand resting on your bare thigh.
You could tell he wanted to mess with you more but at this point you were already worked up. You sat up on your knees before turning to face him and straddling his lap.
โ€œI thought we were watching a movie.โ€ Hanbin teased, leaning his head back against the couch so he could look into your eyes. He was acting all cocky, absolutely enjoying the power he had over you. To your dismay that little smug look he had on his pretty face was an absolute turn on, meaning that he won.
You didnโ€™t even bother with entertaining him, rolling your eyes while you leaned in for another kiss.
You could feel his smirk against your lips while he basked in the way you hungrily deepened the kiss. You knew he was just as horny as you by the bulge that you felt now pressing against your core. His hands traveled your body, sliding up your shirt and pulling it off of you. You shivered as the cool air hit your bare skin and he wrapped his arms around you before turning and laying you back on the couch.
โ€œI feel like youโ€™re taking way too long to take off your clothes.โ€ You said, tugging at his shirt.
He chucked at you before standing up and stripping, holding eye contact like the tease he was.
One time he told you that he hid condoms everywhere so youโ€™d never be unprepared which is why you were only half surprised when he pulled one from under the couch cushion.
โ€œRats! You even hid some in the couch? Well, next time for the baby I guess.โ€ You joked.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry I poked holes in this one.โ€ He joked back before leaning back over you and helping you shimmie out of your panties, discarding them in the pile of clothes on the floor.
Hanbin always matched your humor well and you were still laughing at his joke when he silenced you with a kiss.
You would kiss him for hours if you only had the time. There was something about the way he tasted, the gentleness of his tongue against yours, the way he couldnโ€™t resist biting you a little while he held back the urge to devour you completely.
You hooked your legs around him impatiently and he took the hint.
Hanbin slid his hand from cradling your hip to gently trailing up your body before lacing his fingers through yours. You gasped when he pushed into you, taking it slow as his size stretched you. When you were ready for movement you squeezed his hand to tell him, an unconsciously created code between you two.
โ€œHanbinโ€ฆshitโ€ฆโ€ You said, a moan cutting you off as he began to move.
He could only respond with a groan as you squeezed around him.
Itโ€™s not like it had been a long time since youโ€™d last had sex but every time Hanbin felt like forever was in between these moments. How could he possibly have made it so long without feeling you? Without watching the way your beautiful skin flushed and glistened. The way your brows scrunched and your breath quickened every time he did something you liked. The way your every sound made his head spin.
You held onto him, feeling his muscles flex as he picked up the pace. His warm breath tickling your neck while he brushed kisses across your skin, always going back to your lips which accepted him greedily. The tension grew inside of you causing your moans to get louder and more desperate.
Your sounds drove him crazy, pushing him to the edge.
โ€œIโ€™mโ€ฆIโ€™m gonna cum.โ€ You somehow managed to say through the daze of the moment.
โ€œGo ahead babe. Let me hear you.โ€ He responded, his brow furrowed as he tried to maintain his pace without completely losing himself in you.
Your sounds paired with the squeeze of your release was the final push for him.
His moans were music to your ears.
Hanbin pulled out, gently laying against you as you two tried to catch your breaths.
The movie droned on in the background but neither of you cared. Hanbin's head rested on your bosom while your fingers played in his hair.
Despite not knowing what was happening in the movie you didnโ€™t get up until it was over. Tiredly you showered together then went to bed to cuddle and whisper sweet nothings until inevitably falling asleep.
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๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ, ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š” ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ!
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When You Feel His Smile During A Kiss ~ iKON Reaction
Jay:
You didnโ€™t quite know where to look after Jinhwan kissed you, taken aback by the feeling of his smile so clearly against your lips as you pecked against him.
Your flustered expression caught Jinhwanโ€™s attention as soon as you pulled back from him too. โ€œHow come you canโ€™t look at me?โ€ He whispered.
โ€œI could feel you,โ€ you chimed, feeling a hand underneath your chin, bringing your eyes back up. โ€œI could feel your smile.โ€
The corners of the smile that you were referring to turned up as you spoke. โ€œDid the fact that I smiled really make you feel so nervous?โ€
โ€œI wasnโ€™t expecting it, Iโ€™ve never felt your smile like that before,โ€ you continued to whisper, still feeling your heart race before Jinhwan.
He couldnโ€™t hide how funny he found it seeing how shy such an innocent gesture had made you. โ€œI might have to smile more often from now on.โ€
โ€œYou canโ€™t, my heart wonโ€™t be able to take it.โ€
Song:
A look of confusion appeared on Yunhyeongโ€™s face as he picked up on how cheery you seemed as the two of you both pulled away from your kiss.
Yunhyeong studied you for a few moments before clearing his throat, โ€œwhatโ€™s got you smiling like that so suddenly, it was just a kiss?โ€
โ€œIt wasnโ€™t just a kiss,โ€ you corrected Yunhyeong in reply, โ€œI could feel your smile during the kiss, it was so wide Yunhyeong.โ€
His shoulders shrugged as he felt his smile growing once again too. โ€œHow can I not smile when I get to kiss you time after time Y/N?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s not a question that I can answer,โ€ you chuckled back across to Yunhyeong, โ€œIโ€™ll never know why you get excited when you kiss me.โ€
Yunhyeong reached forwards and took a hold of your hand, โ€œI would tell you, but weโ€™d be here forever with all of my reasons why I like it.โ€
โ€œYou know all of the right thing to say today.โ€
DK:
A chuckle came from Donghyuk as he avoided your eyes, knowing how wide his smile was, and that it was something that you had picked up on too.
Your finger jabbed against Donghyukโ€™s stomach as you tried to get him to look at you. โ€œIโ€™m not glancing up,โ€ he quickly told you.
โ€œWhy are you getting shy?โ€ You teased, tugging against his hand, โ€œyou shouldnโ€™t have smiled if you didnโ€™t want to be like this.โ€
A sigh came from Donghyuk as he reluctantly turned his eyes up to meet yours, โ€œI was hoping youโ€™d not notice, but I could feel you watching me.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m just admiring you,โ€ you grinned, tightening your grip on Donghyukโ€™s hand, โ€œwondering how lucky I am to get to kiss you all the time.โ€
Dongyhyukโ€™s head shook as your words managed to convince him to have more confidence around you. โ€œI hate how much you make me smile.โ€
โ€œReally? Because I love seeing that smile.โ€
June:
He didnโ€™t quite know what to say as Junhoe felt you watching him, his eyes slowly narrowed in your direction as he began to panic about what was going on.
Your kiss still lingered against his lips as Junhoe glanced at you. โ€œI didnโ€™t do something wrong, did I? Why are you looking at me like that?โ€
โ€œNothing is wrong,โ€ you hurried to reassure Junhoe, โ€œI could just feel your kiss as you kissed me, it surprised me a little.โ€
A sigh of relief came from Junhoe as he brushed over his forehead, โ€œI was beginning to think that maybe you didnโ€™t want to kiss me then.โ€
โ€œI can safely tell you that I would never want for that,โ€ you chuckled, โ€œI could get used to feeling that smile whenever you kiss me though.โ€
Junhoe nodded in agreement with you, โ€œI think that thatโ€™s definitely something that I can do whenever we kiss, as long as you do too.โ€
โ€œOf course, kissing you always makes me happy.โ€
Chan:
There was a moment of silence as the two of you pulled away from each other, with Chanwoo quickly noticing you staring back across at him.
A muffled laugh came from Chanwoo as he waved over your face, โ€œhave I done something? Why are you staring at me like that Y/N?โ€
โ€œSorry, I didnโ€™t realise,โ€ you quickly responded. โ€œI think I was just in a moment of deep thought then after you kissed me.โ€
Chanwooโ€™s expression formed to one of bemusement, โ€œhow come a kiss got you thinking? You never normally think too much about these things.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s true,โ€ you agreed, โ€œbut I donโ€™t normally feel your smile as much as I did when you just kissed me, it almost sent a shiver down my spine.โ€
Chanwoo stepped forwards and wrapped his arm around your frame, โ€œyouโ€™re not trying to tell me that feeling my smile made you a little shy, Y/N?โ€
โ€œI think it might have done, just a little bit.โ€
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The Flight Attendant - Part 6, Final Chapter
Genre: Flight Attendant!AU
Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)
Warnings: None
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,580
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"What should I get?" you inquired, lowering your voice as much as humanly possible so only Yunhyeong could hear you. Even though you were a tourist and this was your first time here, you didn't exactly want it to be obvious. The restaurant was tiny enough that eavesdropping was inevitable, but you could at least try to keep your conversation contained to your charming table for two.
"I had the Quiche Lorraine last time, and it was fantastic," Yunhyeong replied, his eyes still surveying the menu. "But this is absolutely one of those places where there are no wrong choices."
You nodded silently, biting the inside of your cheek as your gaze flitted back and forth between the menu and your dinner date -- partner. Sorry. Dinner partner sitting across from you.
"And," Yunhyeong continued, his grin peeking through in his voice when he spoke. "We can actually order alcohol this time."
You knit your brows in confusion, letting your eyes settle on him for more than a half-second. "What do you mean?"
Yunhyeong's smile grew just a fraction wider before he gently set down his menu, crossed his arms over the marble top of the table, and leaned toward you. (To put into perspective just how small the table was, by the way -- his cologne was now invading your sense because he was so close to you.)
"Remember your first day on the job?" he began, murmuring like he was revealing some confidential information.
You nodded, resisting the urge to copy his movements and lean in yourself.
"We were on the flight together, you had your nose pressed to the taxi window all the way into the city, we had a meal together -- just like today. But a year ago, we couldn't order any Sake because you had another flight later that day. Today, we can," he told you earnestly, though he ended his sentence with a blink-and-you-missed-it wink.
"How do you remember all that?" you whispered, frankly a bit flabbergasted that his memory was so good.
Yunhyeong simply shrugged before lifting his hand casually to wave over a server.
"Une bouteille de vin, s'il vous plait. Chateau Cos d'Estournel," he requested once the server arrived, the language flowing beautifully from his lips.
"Oui, Monsieur," the server muttered with a nod before turning on their heel and dashing elegantly toward the back of the restaurant.
You honestly weren't quite sure what to make of all this. First, Yunhyeong had arranged for you to fly to Paris as a friend-aversary gift. Second, he had told you that you look fantastic. Third, he had remembered virtually every detail of the first day the two of you had met. Fourth, he had just ordered a bottle of wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.
"What kind of wine did you order?" you asked after clearing away the anxiety stuck in your throat.
Yunhyeong shot you a smirk, one so pleased and adorable that the anxiety you'd just cleared away came back with a vengeance. "Only the best," he replied.
Correction: he had just ordered a bottle of the best wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.
The server returned, bottle and glasses in hand, only a couple of minutes later, deftly setting the wine glasses down in front of each of you and pouring the dark red liquid expertly.
"Merci," Yunhyeong murmured as the server left the bottle on the bottle on the table. "Encore quelques minutes avant de commander, s'il vous plait."
Again, the server nodded, turned on their heel, and dashed away.
Before you got the chance to ask what he'd said, Yunhyeong reached for his glass, lifting it gently by the stem and locking eyes with you. "To a full year of working together and, more importantly, being friends. And to, hopefully, many more to come. Many, many more," he toasted with that sparkle in his eye you knew so well.
"Many more," you managed to say, clinking your glass with his before surreptitiously taking a rather large gulp. After setting your glass down carefully, you pushed your chair back from the table. "I will -- oh, god, that wine is delicious. I just need to powder my nose, I'll be right back. If the server returns while I'm gone, I would like the boeuf bourguignon."
"Mm, yes, of course, go ahead," Yunhyeong replied quickly, his eyes on you as you swerved around the table to get to the restroom.
The second you ducked into the minuscule cubicle labeled Toilettes, you closed and locked the door behind you and slid your phone out of your pocket.
You had no time to think about time zones, and the person you were calling kept a very irregular schedule anyway; he could be awake at any hour of the day.
After three and a half rings, your heart racing the whole time, the line clicked, and you heard a somewhat sleepy "Yo," in your ear.
"Jae," you whispered. "I need to talk to you."
"...Where are you, and why are you whispering?"
"It doesn't matter. I mean, where I am does matter. I'm in Paris, and --"
"Dude, in Paris?! Since when?!"
"Since today, and that's part of it."
"Part of what?"
"Just let me explain!"
"Okay, okay, I'm listening."
You took a deep breath, hoping to calm your nerves so you could tell him everything without skipping any important detail. "You know my co-worker, Yunhyeong, right?"
"The dude you had a crush on for --"
"We're friends, okay," you interrupted. "But, yes. That one. Well, he surprised me by changing my schedule behind my back so we could fly to Paris and stay here for a few days. Because it's our friend-aversary -- he said that, not me. He literally used the word 'friend-aversary.' And he's taken me to this little restaurant by our hotel, and it's super romantic and charming, and he told me I look fantastic, and he mentioned something about him being incredibly less attractive than me, and he ordered their best bottle of wine, and he made this toast that was like 'to one year of friendship and many more to come. Many, many more.' And I just -- I don't know what to think."
Jae was quiet for quite a while, and you knew that meant he was thinking.
"I mean..." he began after almost half a minute. "I think you do know what to think, Y/N."
"...I do?"
"Mhm."
You knew what you wanted to think. You wanted to think that Yunhyeong was actually being more than friendly. You wanted to think he was flirting with you.
"But he's a naturally friendly kind of guy," you explained. "He's super charming and outgoing, and everyone likes him. That kind of guy."
"Have you ever witnessed him flirting with someone?" Jae asked patiently.
"...I don't think so."
"Has he ever talked to you about anyone that he's romantically interested in?"
"...No."
"And when I have been romantically interested in someone, have I talked to you about it?"
"...Yes. But that's different --"
"It's not different. I talk to you about that kind of stuff because I don't feel that way about you. No offense."
"None taken," you answered without missing a beat.
"But," Jae continued. "If I did feel that way about you, there's no way I would tell you about other people I'm interested in. Probably because I wouldn't be interested in other people, just you. This is purely hypothetical, by the way."
"Yeah, I know," you huffed, doing nothing to hide your annoyance. That's just the kind of relationship you had with Jae -- the two of you could be completely honest with each other. No holds barred, no hard feelings. "So... you're saying the reason he doesn't talk to me about that is because... he likes me?"
"I mean, it's not a foolproof theory, but I would say it's highly likely."
You stood there, blinking for a few seconds without replying. And then, "...So, what do I do?"
"I dunno, man."
"What do you mean you don't know?!"
"What do you want to do?!"
"I don't know!"
"Do you like him?"
"I've spent the past several months pretending I don't, but yes. I do."
"Then just tell him. Or ask him. Bring it up."
"But what if --"
"'What ifs' will ruin your life, Y/N," Jae scolded. "You either need to tell him, or you need to let it go. And if you don't decide tonight, you're going to let it distract you from having an amazing time in Paris."
You almost wanted to curse him for knowing you so well.
"What does your gut tell you?" he asked.
It seemed cheesy, but in order to answer his question, you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. And you listened.
Yunhyeong was a friendly person, there was no doubt about that. He greeted everyone with a smile. He was helpful to everyone. He was, quite literally, the perfect Flight Attendant. But... there was something about that sparkle. The sparkle in his eye you knew so well -- remember that? You had always thought it was just his adorably mischievous side coming out, but... what if you were wrong.
What if that sparkle was just for you? And what if you knew it so well because he'd liked you this whole time?
The more you thought about it, the more you knew Jae was right.
You wouldn't come out and tell him that, of course, but he was right.
"My gut tells me that I need to tell him," you finally said, your voice soft but sure.
"Then go for it, my dude," Jae replied with an obvious smile.
His smile was contagious, and the corners of your lips curved up. "I will. Thank you."
"It's what I'm here for. And also poke bowl cravings. I'm here for that, too."
"Of course," you chuckled. "All right, I'm going to go back out there. Wish me luck."
"You don't need it," Jae assured you before he hung up.
After sliding your phone back into your pocket, you smoothed down the front of your trousers, tugged at the shoulders of your shirt, let out a quick exhale... and opened the door.
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"I'm so sorry about that," you said, chuckling breathlessly as you took your seat at the table once again.
"No, not at all," Yunhyeong grinned. "I just ordered a couple of minutes ago, so you didn't miss anything. Except my expert French."
"I am only letting you order when we go to eat somewhere, by the way." You returned his smile, picking up your wine glass and taking a sip -- not a gulp this time.
"Well, who am I to say 'no' to you?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you took that as your queue to actually go through with what you'd talked about on the phone with Jae.
"Can I..." you began, trying to maintain eye contact with him but finding yourself glancing at your wine glass. "Ask you something?"
Yunhyeong's brow furrowed gently, and he tilted his head the tiniest bit. "Of course."
"Is... this... a date?"
Four words had never been so nerve-wracking to say.
"Well, yes, of course, it is," he replied without hesitation. "It's our --"
"Friend-aversary," you finished for him. "But I mean... not a friend date. Like... a real date?"
Okay, those were the most nerve-wracking words you'd ever said.
Yunhyeong's expression immediately softened, but you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He no longer looked curious or confused, and you kind of felt like he should be?
Unless... he wasn't confused about the answer or curious why you'd asked.
"I..."
It seemed like an eternity before he continued on, though in reality, it was but a few moments.
"...Would like it to be. If you feel the same."
And Jae was right again.
You shifted in your seat, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into a grin. "I do, actually."
"Really?" Yunhyeong sighed. He reached one hand out, covering your fingers with his and gripping them.
When you nodded in response, Yunhyeong let out another sigh, hanging his head briefly before lifting it up to lock his gaze on you. "I've been wanting to go on a date with you for a long time," he admitted, though he certainly didn't sound shy about it.
"A long time?!" you laughed incredulously. "I've liked you for a long time!"
Yunhyeong quirked a brow at you. "...How long is long?"
"As long as possible. Since the first day. Remember how I kissed you on the cheek? I thought that was a pretty big giveaway that I was interested, but you didn't do anything about it, so I just thought we were going to be friends."
As soon as you'd said 'the first day,' Yunhyeong's jaw had dropped. And somehow, he even managed to make that look attractive.
"The first -- But I thought you were just thanking me!"
"...With a kiss on the cheek?" you chuckled.
"Well, yeah! Obviously! I didn't know it meant anything other than that!"
You lifted your other hand and placed it atop his, sandwiching his hand between your own. "For someone who always knows exactly how I'm feeling, how did you not pick up on that?" you asked, only slightly teasing.
Yunhyeong let out a huff and rolled his eyes at himself. "Let me tell you, I have never been able to pick up on cues like that. Not once in my life have I ever known when someone was flirting with me."
So, all this time... if you had just expressed your interest to his face...
Jae's words on the phone not ten minutes ago echoed in your head: What ifs will ruin your life, Y/N.
"Well," you said," picking up his hand and placing a soft, lingering kiss on his knuckles. "Just so you know, this is me flirting with you."
Yunhyeong threw his head back laughing, and you didn't care that all of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look. You simply beamed over at him, stretching your legs out to tangle your ankles with his under the table.
Once the echo of his laughter faded away, he squeezed your hand and gazed at you with the most heart-wrenching smile. "I won't lie, I was wondering if you were going to figure it out."
"Figure what out?"
"Paris, the restaurant, the wine, the toast... I didn't think I was being subtle."
"No, you weren't," you chuckled. "Which is why I had to go to the toilettes and call Jae to ask his advice."
"That's what you were doing?!"
You nodded, your chuckle gently evolving into a laugh.
"Well," he said, his thumb skimming over the back of your hand. "Remind me to thank him when we get home."
You nodded once more, but his words -- as dumb as it sounds -- reminded you that you were, indeed, not at home. You were in Paris.
With Yunhyeong.
You were in the City of Love with someone you -- well, you didn't love him in that way right now, but you could certainly see yourself getting there one day.
Maybe even one day soon.
...This was going to be the best layover ever.
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Author's Note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! I know it's been a long, long, long time since I've posted any new fics, so I'm so grateful for anyone who has stuck with me. I can't promise I'll be posting on a more regular basis, but I can promise that I will try! ๐Ÿ’œ
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binikon ยท 1 year
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iKON imagine : you making them a playlist
KIM JINHWAN
It was another one of your date nights where both of you got dressed in your favorite neutral matching hoodies styles in your own unique ways and just decided to stay back at home and enjoy each otherโ€™s company rather than going out in the chilling november night. Jinhwan suggested cooking at home rather than ordering out because he was sick of all the delivery food they usually ate back at the dorm. You connect your phone to the speakers while jinhwan rummaged through your fridge only finding a can of spam and instant rice that he wanted to eat, skipping all the veggies because why not. You play the last playlist you made while thinking of your lovely ppuyo, filled with all kinds of ambient ghibli songs especially joe hisaishi, his favourite from all the ghibli movies youโ€™ve watched with him. You trudge back to him to look at what he picked out to eat, and hugged your boyfriend from behind kissing his soft jawline right under his ear.
ย โ€œI made you a playlistโ€ you smile and nudge your nose into his heart shaped mole on his cheekbone.
โ€œi love when you do that for me, Iโ€™ve been waiting for a new one for 3 weeks nowโ€ He giggled and sat on the kitchen stool looking through your playlist and exploding on the insides with all the cigarettes after sex songs youโ€™ve added while you start working on your spam musubi you decided on right after you looked at the ingredients.
you wait for the spam to caramelize with the sauce and seasonings when jinan pushes your back to the counter kissing your neck swaying your pressed bodies slowly to the rhythm while Truly played through your apartmentโ€™s kitchen. the melodies flowing like a sweet scent entangling with the savoury flavoured scent of spam and furikake in the rice.
โ€œletโ€™s cancel dates more often pleaseโ€ he smiled between the kiss as you reciprocated him.
SONG YUNHYEONG
As caring as yunhyeong is to you you could not stop thinking about him the moment you heardย โ€œThose Eyesโ€. you swore you could feel your eyes water ar the chorus remembering all the smallest and softest moments with him.like the time he just simply made an eye contact act smiled at you, or the time when je sat you down at a cafe when you went out with him and the boys just to come back with a new pair of cute sandals and a spare handkerchief because your socks were wet from the rain that you didnโ€™t notice. You added the song a new playlist and adding a few more until you felt the playlist justified your feelings for him.ย 
you wait for your boyfriend to get back home from donghyukโ€™s studio and decide to sketch and listen to the playlist you just made for him while it rained outside.
Yunhyeong walked into his apartment late that evening and straight to his bedroom when he heard songs playing. He walked in to see you sleeping on the desk over your sketchbook, hair a mess, wearing his hoodie and a half drunk cup of chamomile tea. He immediately picked you up and carried you to bed. cleaning up after you, he looked through your sketchbook proudly admiring every stroke of pencil that was etched on the page. He started closing the tabs of your laptop showing your art reference board, and opening the spotify tab to close it and broke into the sweetest smile when he read the playlist knowing exactly what it meant---ย โ€˜to my nivea princeโ€™. He read through the song titles leaving it to play in to background as he washed up and joined your sleepy self for a cuddle session in bed.
KIM JIWON
It was bobby who proposed doing a road trip would be a good idea. Both of you felt awkward going somewhere you potentially had noting to do that you could plan of, so bobby with your approval asked the boys out with both of you, except donghyuk and jinhwan who had to stay back for work the other three boys agreed to join in. Yunhyeong suggested goin to the nearest beach and you all could burn sparklers and watch the sunrise and come back.
You, as someone who could never function without music, HAD to make aย โ€œroad trip playlistโ€ with all the songs you and bobby loved to sing along to.
The others were in the backseat the next morning, arguing over a window seat, while yunhyeong just gave up and sat in between flicking their foreheads. you and bobby laughed at them .
โ€œkimbap!! I made us a playlistโ€ you cheer at him as he quickly connected your phone to the car. His smile only getting bigger as if it was physically possible recognizing all the songs you both usually jam to with praises andย โ€œOH THIS ONE TOO omg youโ€™re the best babeโ€ everytime a new but familiar song came up.
You look out of the window breathing in the slightly salty fresh air of the beach while Bobby sang along to tonguetied with all his might and junhoe joined along smiling as you look back at the silly little smile on the face of your silly little boyfriend who you silly little heart could never get enough of.
KIM DONGHYUK
You could never get enough of the way donghyuk was never lacking at showing how much he loved you with signs of his subtle affection. His hugs? heaven. His voice? the sweetest even when he woke you up in the morning with kisses and humming your favourite songs. Did he really need to be so damn perfect?
You knew he was home late from choreographing iKONโ€™s performance on kingdom. You woke up before him and called jinan to know his schedule so you could wake him up in time. Learning he had no work until late afternoon. you decided to make him some freshly brewed coffee and toast with eggs because you were not someone who wakes up early forget making a proper breakfast and not just living off cereal. But for him? bet you did. you search for an old playlist you had made for him and and add the splash of espresso into your glasses waking up donhyuk while bluberry eyesย played in the background.
Waking up a grumpy and tired donghyuk was tiresome but donghyukโ€™s frown changed into a smile with lightning speed as soon as you layed down on topo oh him, you head in the crook of his neck kissing his sleep away. He smiles and wiggles up from bed as your kisses are accompanied with tickles. You smile and get up too.
โ€œyou almost have the half day free, and i made breakfast also i used the machine to brew the coffee myself ALSO DONG do you remember this playlist i made for yo-โ€ you feel his drag you into bed laying down on your chest and shutting you up with a kiss all in one swift motion.
โ€œshut up and cuddle me now, we can reheat the breakfast, and the next song is I like me better by LAUVโ€ he says as the playlist just plays the same.
KOO JONHOE
Junhoe was on his desk with his journal for poems andย In the rainย  by lee moon sae playing on loop, while you were reading a book. You decide to stop when your eyes feel strained and call his name a several times. he finally turns around finishing his doodle at the end of the page and throws some punches.... at you..? and goes โ€œmwo?โ€ with a satoori dialect followed by a goofy grin with his entire set of teeth on display. Not at all surprised by your boyfriendโ€™s very questionable behavior, you scoot away and call him to join you in bed because you were, well, bored or maybe you wanted to cuddle him, you had no idea.ย 
Junhoe quickly nods and goes for a snack run tp the kitchen with some dry chocolate cereal to snack on, it was a weird thing both of you enjoyed, snacking on dry cereals. After the same song played for the 14th time in a row you turn it off.
โ€œJune-ya letโ€™s make a playlist togetherโ€ย 
โ€œOH OFCOURSE YESSSโ€ he agrees pulling out his phone almost as soon as you finish your sentence.
Both of you add one song each by taking turns and after a while you both are two giddy little kids play fighting over how both of you wanted to add just the same songs because your music tastes are so similar. Theย โ€˜listening to playlist we just madeโ€ session transforms into a karaoke session where both of you sing teenage dreamย in your best voices (according to junhoe) when a wild sleepy donghyuk knocks into junhoeโ€™s room with wierd hair and and a blanket that was sweeping the floor and barely opened eyes asking both of youย to keep it down and almost fell back asleep on junhoeโ€™s floor as both of you laughed your asses off at theย โ€œdongttopiโ€ that had showed up.
JUNG CHANWOO
You coudnโ€™t sleep and you knew your boyfriend and also best friend was definitely up typing away on his pc playing animal crossing. Not expecting him to reply while gaming you just got more bored and sulked, rolling around on your bed. You open and close the same apps for the next 20 minutes and finally decide to play a song, My typeย ย by iKON. You smiled to yourself wondering if chanwoo ever thought about you listening to that.
You kept listening to ikon songs and randomly made a playlist of all these cutest love songs mostly kpop.ย 
Finally satisfied with your work you decided to text chanwoo the link with a captionย โ€œi made you a playlist :]โ€
surprising you he immediately texted back and that was followed by a call about 15 minutes later.
โ€œwhyโ€™d you call this late chanuโ€
โ€œhii to you too (Y/N), *laughs* and i just wanted to hear your voice iโ€™ll hang up if you donโ€™t wanna sing to me while i playโ€
โ€œI didnt mean it like that i was ju-โ€
โ€œso youโ€™re gonna sing to me now? you canโ€™t say no or iโ€™ll show up as your sleep paralysis demon in yunhyeongโ€™s blue armaani swimming shortsโ€
โ€œoh my god chanwoo *laugh* okay but i donโ€™t mind such a adorable demon showing up thoโ€ย 
โ€œaight bet iโ€™m turning off my computer and coming over but donโ€™t hang up sing me your favourite song from the playlist i loved itโ€ย 
โ€œwait really?what? uhh- chan- okay ig it isย SAVIOURย thenโ€ you smile through the phone and feel him smile back softly, singing Saviour by LeeHi through the phone to him hearing him exit the dorm and get into the elevator to come visit you at 2 am. Silly Chanwoo.
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Hanbin - โ€œIf I die, Iโ€™m going to haunt your ass.โ€
Pairing: Hanbin/Reader
Genre: fluff, sliceoflife!au
Word count: 1,190
Prompt: โ€œIf I die, Iโ€™m going to haunt your ass.โ€
You should have known it was a bad idea. Actually, following Hanbinโ€™s idea of going out in the middle of the night to God knows where was never a good thing. It got you into sticky situations in the past enough.
After telling him no for a few times, he seemed not to be fazed by it, only pressuring you more into saying yes by promising you to hear his newest song. This is where it all came from. He finished a song some time around 1 AM, and he called you afterward to go hang out with him. He told you he wanted you to listen to it, but it should happen at somewhere else than your or his place. That goes well along with the atmosphere of the song. His words, not yours. The sincerity in his voice convinced you in the end.
โ€œI donโ€™t know what kind of song needs to be heard on a rooftop of an old building,โ€ you mumbled.
Climbing up on the fire escape, the metal steps made muffled sounds as you forcefully thumped on them. โ€œIs it really necessary though? We could have just come when the sun is up for once.โ€
Hanbin chuckled in a low voice. You shivered, either from the cold or his laugh. If you closed your eyes, you could see his smile, even the little blush on his cheeks caused by the wind.
โ€œShit!โ€ You whisper-shouted as your foot slipped on the steps and you grabbed tight on the handrail, saving yourself from a nasty fall and possibly from a few broken bones and bruises. Maybe closing your eyes while going up on a fire escape (or any stairs) wasnโ€™t a bright idea. Just like going out to listen to a song in the middle of the night. But it was important to Hanbin, so you came. But it didnโ€™t mean you couldnโ€™t complain about it. โ€œIf I die here, Iโ€™m going to haunt your ass.โ€
Hanbin put his hand on yours as you refused to let go of the handrail.
โ€œYou promise?โ€ His joking tone was telling a very different story than his tight hold on your fingers. He took your hand in his, and waited for your answer.
This shy and waiting look on his face became the normal lately. The circles of tiredness seemed to be darker than ever, but there was steadiness in his eyes. Like he finally made peace with something that was bothering him for a long time. You wished he would tell you what it was.
โ€œYou want me to promise you that I will haunt you?โ€
Your voice was barely above a whisper. It felt inappropriate to talk any louder than that, even if it was about a ridiculous things like haunting him as a ghost in afterlife. His Adamโ€™s apple bobbed, a hungry look flickering in his brown eyes. Suddenly realizing how close he actually was, a warm feeling formed in your stomach, slowly spreading through your body. Youโ€™ve been this close to him many times before, but never felt like this. His presence never made you nervous and calm all at once.
โ€œYeah. I will definitely do the same if I die first.โ€
A soft smile tugged on his lips, then started to climb the stairs again, still holding onto your hand. You either had to let go of it or follow him closely. You didnโ€™t want to let go. The night is cold and his hand is warm, you tried to reason with yourself, but it sounded like an excuse.
โ€œSo? Promise?โ€ He asked without looking back.
โ€œI promise,โ€ you agreed.
After arriving on the rooftop, he tugged you to the center of it. He pointed at the ground.
โ€œWe should lay down first.โ€
โ€œYou want to lay down on the cold ground?โ€
โ€œWe have to. The song has that feeling where we should lay down and look at the stars,โ€ he explained like it was the most obvious thing on the planet. You looked reluctantly at him, and seeing his expression made you sigh.
โ€œThis better be the best song Iโ€™ve ever heard. And you have to bring me chicken soup if I get sick tomorrow.โ€
He pulled out his phone and earphone from the pocket of his hoodie, and laid on the ground, stretching his arm out for you. You still hesitated a little, but his next words persuaded you:
โ€œWe can cuddle while listening to it.โ€
โ€œYou should have started with this,โ€ you mumbled as you laid down, cuddling to his side.
You rested your head on his shoulder, and he handed you half of the earphones. He shuffled a little with his phone in his hands. You watched as he unlocked it, stopping for a moment before he opened the music player. Memories flooded your mind only by looking at his background picture. He took it when you were spending some fun time with the members of iKON. All of you were laying around in your tiny living room, eating take out food and laughing your asses off on silly jokes and even sillier impersonations of each other. You looked so happy and content. It was a nice picture, the only problem with it was that Hanbin wasnโ€™t in it.
He took a big breath and finally played the song. You closed your eyes to get ready, and then, music and feelings washed over you. For at least a minute there was only the melody of a piano and guitar playing, then he started to sing and rap. It felt likeโ€ฆ well, exactly like him.
In your opinion, he was right and wrong about what king of song it was. You didnโ€™t need to come up here and watch stars in the middle of the night to get a full grasp of it. You only had to close your eyes and be cuddled by him, because thatโ€™s what it felt like. The song was like the hugs he gave you, and the tone of his voice when he talked to you, and even the way he held your hand earlier. It was him.
He sang about hope to be loved by the right people, and being thankful for already being loved by many of them. Wishing that it would last forever.
โ€œWhat do you think?โ€ He asked in the smallest voice you ever heard from him when the song ended. You lifted your head to look in his eyes. They were shining from the moon, and street lights, and feelings.
โ€œItโ€™s beautiful,โ€ you whispered. Caressing his face, you couldnโ€™t look away from him. โ€œLike you.โ€
โ€œCan I kiss you?โ€
โ€œYes. Please.โ€
The smile on his face only melted away when your lips touched. The need to be closer to him made your body move on its own. He hummed against your mouth as the song played again. His lips were soft and warm, you just couldnโ€™t resist tasting them with your tongue too. He hummed louder at that, opening his mouth to fully kiss you. A low moan escaped your mouth.
His smile was back. Time seemed to stop.
It was perfect.
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haveanotherkpopblog ยท 1 year
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The Nutcracker Suite
Part V: The Mouse King's Castle
Pairing: Ju-ne/Koo Junhoe x You
Genre: Angst, Ballet!AU, Fluff, Regency!AU
Word Count:ย 4.2K
Warnings:ย N/A
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The Mouse Kingโ€™s castle stood tall and proud. Towers made of polished, white marble stretched towards the sky. The walls were long and made of stone. There wasnโ€™t much else to see from the south side of the castle. That must be why they never showed the back of castles in fairy tales. Mouse soldiers walked around the perimeter, spears clutched in their paws.
The group had ducked into the woods, making sure to stay out of the mice soldier's line of sight. They tied the horses to a tree, making sure they didnโ€™t run off again. General Hanbin pulled out the map that the Sugar Plum Fairy had given them. He placed it down on the ground, securing it with some nearby rocks.
โ€œOkay, the Sugar Plum Fairy said that there was a secret entrance a few yards away from the south wall. There, weโ€™ll enter into a secret passageway hidden within the castle walls. She marked the path to take that will lead us to the north side of the castle. Somewhere there is his royal treasury. We should find the egg somewhere there.โ€
โ€œShould? Are we not certain thatโ€™s where the egg is?โ€ Y/N said.
โ€œThe Sugar Plum Fairy hasnโ€™t ever seen the egg or inside the castle,โ€ Lieutenant Donghyuk explained. โ€œShe did her best to try and remember what the Mouse Kingโ€™s said before. She helped us the best she could.โ€
General Hanbin rolled the map up before returning it to his sack. He slung it over his shoulder, making sure it was secured before leading the group away from the woods. They had to back-track slightly before the general led them down a steep hillside. The Uncrossable Seas were next to the hill, its waters sloshing along the grass. Next to the hill was a curtain of vines and leaves.
The General pushed the curtain aside to reveal a dark and damp tunnel. Ju-ne took Y/Nโ€™s hand as they entered the tunnel. It was dark--dark and quiet. The only sound was the ocean outside, and their footsteps as they stepped on the soaked, moss covered ground. The air around them was thick as they continued through the tunnel.
โ€œBe careful,โ€ General Hanbin called back. โ€œWe should be coming up to the secret passageway soon.โ€
And they were. Soon the soft moss ground changed to hard stone. The air was no longer thick with moisture, but thick with dust. The ocean sounds faded into a deafening nothingness. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls--the only source of sound outside their breathing. Torches lined the walls, lighting the groupโ€™s way. Ju-ne kept a firm grip on Y/Nโ€™s hand, looking back once in a while to make sure she was still there with them.
Up ahead of them was a dead end. Lieutenant Donghyuk went to the front of the group, placing his ear against the wall. He knocked on the stones in a few different places before stepping back. Ever so carefully he pushed on one side of the wall. With a loud groan, the wall began to slowly spin, revealing the inside of the castle.
The group rushed through the entrance before the wall fell back into place, as if it had never been touched. The inside of the castle was exactly as youโ€™d expect a castle to look. Soft carpets covered the floor under them. Priceless nicknacks were strategically placed on tables along the hallway. Paintings of kings and queens of old covered the walls. Gas lanterns gave the hallway a dim glow. The only thing missing was the servants and courtiers, but Y/N supposed the Mouse King had gotten rid of them.
โ€œOkay, thereโ€™s two main corridors on the north side,โ€ General Hanbin said, pulling the map from his sack. โ€œWeโ€™ll divide into teams of two, then search for the egg. Weโ€™ll meet back here once weโ€™ve finished searching. If none of us have found it, then weโ€™ll have to search the entire castle. Understood?โ€ Everyone nodded. โ€œExcellent. Lady Y/N and the Nutcracker will take this corridor, Lieutenant Donghyuk and I will take this one.โ€ General Hanbin put the map back in his sack before turning to the Lieutenant.
The four split up and went their separate ways. Ju-ne and Y/N went down their corridor, poking their heads into the different rooms. Most were empty bedrooms, cabinets, and bathrooms. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, turning this way and that. The doors became fewer and fewer the further they went along.
At one point there was a split in the corridor. One could either continue to go straight, or venture off towards the left. Ju-ne and Y/N stopped, looking down both hallways. They both appeared identical from a first glance. They needed to check every room they could, but going together would take too much time. The longer they remained in the castle, the more likely they were to be caught.
โ€œYou take the corridor on the left. Iโ€™ll continue straight,โ€ Y/N said, glancing at Ju-ne briefly before she started walking. He barely caught her wrist and pulled her back to him. He stared down at her, eyes focused on her, reading her. Y/N felt her heartbeat pick up the longer he stared at her. He seemed to have that effect on her, making her sweat and heat up. In fact, it actually infuriated her how good he was at leaving her head in a blissfully fuzzy state of being.
โ€œAbsolutely not,โ€ he finally said. He was also very good at telling her โ€œnoโ€. She pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest. โ€œIf something happens to you and Iโ€™m not there I--โ€ He struggled to finish his sentence, staring at her hopelessly. โ€œWe need to stay together.โ€ Y/Nโ€™s gaze softened slightly. She could never find it in her to be in a sour mood when those big, brown eyes were staring at her.
โ€œI understand your concern, but if we donโ€™t split up, weโ€™ll be here forever. Then we shall most definitely be caught. No, we must split up. Once weโ€™ve checked all the rooms, weโ€™ll meet right back here. Okay?โ€ Ju-ne looked like he wanted to argue, but one look from Y/N had him nodding his head in agreement. She smiled triumphantly before continuing, alone, down the corridor.
The longer she traveled alone, the more paranoid she began to feel. She tried not to look at the paintings that lined the walls. Every time she glanced up, it was like those black, unmoving, abysses were staring down at her. She swallowed thickly, wrapping her arms around herself. She took deep breaths, letting her mind focus on everything else.
Domestic thoughts began to take over her head. Thoughts of Sunday morning brunches, picnics in an amazing and lucious garden, reading as it poured outside, and even thoughts of children. These were thoughts she rarely had, unless she was reading a rather romantic book, but they floated around in her head nonetheless. And they all circled around one individual.
Up ahead, at the very end of the corridor, was a singular door. The corridor ended with the room. There were no other hallways to turn down or rooms to explore. Y/Nโ€™s steps seemed to slow down the closer she got to the door. Her breathing became shallow as every part of her being became hyper aware of everything around her. Only when she was right outside the door did she finally stop.
The door seemed to loom over her like a shadow. It both beckoned and cast her away. She turned around briefly, pondering if she should walk away. She shook the thought from her head. Everyone was counting on her: the Sugar Plum Fairy, Jiwon, Jinhwan, Lieutenant Donghyuk, General Hanbin, Ju-neโ€ฆ Pushing her own selfish thoughts aside, she slowly turned the door knob.
The door swung open with a surprising amount of ease. It was completely dark inside--dark and quiet. Ever so slowly, Y/N stepped in, leaving the door ajar to cast some light in the room. It looked like an office of sorts. There was a long table with a chair at the end, closest to Y/N. In fact, thatโ€™s all there seemed to be in the mysterious room. She frowned, her body slumping slightly. Something felt wrong. There was something in Y/Nโ€™s mind telling her this was wrong, but she couldnโ€™t figure out why.
Slam!
Turning around, Y/N found herself in complete darkness. She rushed back to where the door had been, but she couldnโ€™t seem to find a door handle. Panic filled her as she tried to look around the room, yet no matter how long she stared, her eyes couldnโ€™t seem to adjust. She began to bang on the door, calling out for help.
โ€œThey arenโ€™t going to hear you.โ€ Each word was drawn out unnecessarily as, ever so slowly, light began to fill the room.
She kept her face towards the wall, her spine straightening. Her hands rested flat, as her eyes remained downcast. She knew that voice. Slowly she turned around.
The Mouse King sat at the other end of the table, his small crown atop his head. His elbow rested on the arm of the chair as the magic sceptor laid on the table in front of him. He was staring at her, but his gaze almost seemed bored. As if her being here was nothing more than a dip in his day.
โ€œHave a seat.โ€ He gestured to the chair in front of her. She sat down, keeping her eyes trained on him. Her breathing was steady, but her heart pounded in her chest. She wondered faintly if he could hear it. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. โ€œRemarkable.โ€
โ€œExcuse me?โ€ Her voice was clear and sharp.
โ€œRemarkable. Donโ€™t think I forgot our last encounter. The bump on the back of my head is a constant reminder of who you are.โ€ He winced slightly. She smirked, watching as he stood from his chair, swiping the scepter off the table. โ€œYou and I have quite a few things to discuss, Lady Y/N.โ€
โ€œHow do you know my name?โ€ she inquired, standing up. They slowly began pacing around the table, eyes locked. He chuckled slightly, shaking his long head. โ€œDo I amuse you, your Majesty?โ€
โ€œNot particularly. But she does.โ€ He waved the scepter, and an image of the Sugar Plum Fairy appeared. She was pacing the length of her room, clearly frustrated. โ€œShe still thinks that I canโ€™t see her, as if her magic can hide her from me.โ€ He waved and the image disappeared. He turned back towards Y/N. โ€œAs I said, you and I have quite a few things to discuss.โ€
โ€œThat we do,โ€ she conceded. โ€œFor starters, that doesnโ€™t belong to you.โ€ She watched as he went to the nearby fireplace, using it to start a roaring fire. The flames danced across his face as a stoic look took over.
โ€œNo, it does not,โ€ he agreed. โ€œIt belonged to the Emperor, and in his absence, it belongs to his son. Your precious nutcracker.โ€ The Mouse King shook his head and let out a deep sigh. โ€œYou must understand, I am not the bad guy.โ€
โ€œYou think so? From where Iโ€™m standing, you seem to fit the role quite well,โ€ she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
โ€œYes. I suppose she has painted the image perfectly. Evil and power-hungry. Nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else. Especially when that other person is innocent and doesnโ€™t see whatโ€™s going on.โ€ He turned to her, paw clenched around the scepter. โ€œI would like to tell you a story, Lady Y/N.โ€
โ€œWhy should I listen to a word you say?โ€
โ€œBecause if you ever wish to see your nutcracker again, youโ€™ll sit and listen.โ€ His voice was calm, but his black eyes flashed red, causing her to take a couple steps back. Surprised, she sat down, but her eyes stayed on him and her body was rigid.
โ€œNot too long ago, the Emperor announced that he would no longer be ruling over us, that his time as the emperor had passed. His power would be passed down to his heir, and everyone was apprehensive. The Prince was aloof and politically inept, but we couldnโ€™t disobey the Emperor. Until the Prince was of proper age, the reigning Sugar Plum and I were to keep order amongst the empire.
โ€œThe Sugar Plum Fairy grew impatient. I tried to talk with her, to get her to see reason, but she refused. I could tell she was growing too fond of her temporary power. Maybe if I had voiced my concerns, things wouldnโ€™t have progressed the way they did.
โ€œI happened to be wandering the palace late one night, unable to sleep, when I noticed the Princeโ€™s door ajar. I stepped inside to find the Sugar Plum Fairy standing over him as he laid fast asleep. I shall spare you any more details.
โ€œI had forced her out of the palace and seized the scepter from her. What I hadnโ€™t realized was that while I was busy holding in my concerns, she had convinced the courtiers and servants that I craved the crown myself. That being a reigning Lord hadnโ€™t been enough for me. I, unfortunately, only cemented her words when I threw her from the palace.
โ€œI knew that, given the chance, sheโ€™d go after the Prince. To keep him safe, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned him into a nutcracker and sent him far away, claiming he had perished. What I hadnโ€™t expected was for him to fall into the lap of a girl. I hadnโ€™t expected him to find you, but maybe now things can be righted.โ€
โ€œWhat makes you think Iโ€™d believe a word you said?โ€ Her heart was pounding in her chest as she listened to him.
โ€œWhy did you take the key from her room?โ€
A small gasp left her mouth as she fought the urge to reach for it. They watched each other for several minutes. There was conflict inside her. After all, what he said was completely plausible. On the other hand, as he had said himself, nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else.
He lifted the scepter above him, and the one thing sheโ€™d been looking for appeared on the table before her. It was a small, ornate egg, covered in gold and precious gems. Her mouth fell open as she stared at it. There it was, the one thing she needed to defeat him and return home, just within reach, and yet, she couldnโ€™t bring herself to grab it. She glanced over to him.
โ€œTake it,โ€ he said, waving the scepter again so the door reappeared. โ€œTake it to Ju-ne.โ€
She snatched the egg off the table and ran out the door, nearly collapsing in the hallway. When she turned around, the door was gone. Her hand went to her pocket, where she could feel the outline of the key. She let out a breath, placing the egg into the pocket of her dress skirt.
She made her way through the castle, back to where she and Ju-ne agreed to meet. She waited for a few minutes, but after a while, it seemed like he wasnโ€™t coming. Curiously she went in search of General Hanbin and Lieutenant Donghyuk, yet where everyone agreed to meet, they couldnโ€™t be found. She nearly smacked herself in the face. Of course the Mouse King had been distracting her.
She blew out a puff of air and began her search of the castle. She went through many corridors, yet they all seemed to lead back to where she started, but even after a while she couldnโ€™t remember where she started. Everything seemed the same and yet nothing was familiar. Paintings seemed to move and doors disappeared as soon as you turned.
She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. She had to think of something before it was too late. She scooted over to the nearby wall and pressed her ear against it. She slowly lifted her hand and began knocking various places.
Further down than where sheโ€™d been sitting, where she knocked sounded hollow. Summoning all her might, she shoved her shoulder into the wall. It swung with surprising ease and she tumbled into another area of the castle.
No more endless halls, she came to a second floor with a railing that peered down. Looking down she saw two mouse guards in front of a door. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking around. She walked along the railing until the room was below her and she could no longer see the soldiers.
What she did see was a solution. Taking a pin from her hair, she crouched down to undo the lace of her boot. She tied each end of the lace to a pole along the railing. She placed the pin in the center and aimed for a vase in the opposite room. She exhaled softly, letting the pin go. It flew, knocking the vase off the shelf and drawing the soldiers away. She ran to a nearby velvet drape and slid down it. She shook her rug burned hands and quickly stepped into the room, being sure to shut the door quietly.
Her face fell as she discovered the room was empty. Her shoulders slumped as she backed herself against the door. Fooled, once again. She wanted to shout. What was the point of placing guards in an empty room? To trick her of course. Now that she was in the room, she either had to stay or risk being caught by the guards.
She pushed herself away from the door. There had to be a way out, like in the hallways. After all, that was his game: rats in a maze. She went to walk to the other side of the room and fell backwards. She rubbed her forehead, reaching a tentative hand out.
There was an invisible wall before her, cutting the room in half. It felt like glass.She let out a mirthless laugh. She went over to grab a nearby torch and went to smash it against the wall. The wall shattered and revealed the second half of the room. Still empty, there was at least another door. Dropping the torch, she opened the door.
It revealed a set of stone stairs leading up. Picking up her skirts, she began her climb. There were no windows and the only lights came from the torches that appeared just as the light from the last one nearly disappeared. She continued to climb until she came to a second door.
She pushed it open and found General Hanbin, Lieutenant Donghyuk, and Ju-ne in the room looking miserable and angry.
โ€œJu-ne!โ€ She ran to him and threw her arms around his wooden neck, nearly laughing.
โ€œY/N? How did you find us?โ€ He pulled away from her slightly, mouth open. She waved his question away.
โ€œLady Y/N, are we glad to see you!โ€ Lieutenant Donghyuk bowed his head, a genuine smile on his face. General Hanbin nearly nodded.
โ€œIโ€™m so happy to have found you all, but we canโ€™t stay here. Any longer and I fear the Mouse King shall try something else to prolong our visit,โ€ she said. She turned towards the door. There was no guarantee that they wouldnโ€™t be caught. Inside the room was rope, probably used to tie them up and a window overlooking the woods at the edge of a cliff that dropped into the Uncrossable Seas. Even on a clear day, the waters looked violent.
โ€œI can see the gears in your head turning. What is it, Y/N?โ€ Ju-ne asked.
โ€œHow well can you swim?โ€ she inquired, stepping away from the window.
โ€œIrrelevant. Iโ€™m made of wood. Why do you ask?โ€
โ€œI have an idea, but itโ€™s mad.โ€ She told them her idea, and seeing no alternative, they all reluctantly agreed.
Lieutenant Donghyuk took his elbow and smashed the window out, pushing out any spare shards as best he could. General Hanbin was the first to exit, holding fast onto the rope as Lieutenant Donghyuk followed. Both men were arguing with each other as Ju-ne pulled Y/N to the side.
โ€œAre you sure you want to do this? I know staying here is dangerous, but at least you know youโ€™d beโ€ฆ okay.โ€ The word he wanted to say refused to leave his mouth. She smiled sweetly, placing a hand on his arm.
โ€œIf you think this has been the most terrifying part of my day, I envy you.โ€
โ€œI am a nutcracker.โ€ They smiled at one another before he stepped away to climb out the window. She followed suit and once they were all outside, they jumped.
The waters were harsh, cold, and relentless in their assault against the group. As they plunged into the black depths of the Uncrossable Seas, an unseeable force kept them down. Y/N struggled as she fought her way back to the surface. Slowly she made her way back to the surface as her lungs screamed for air.
Once she broke the surface she gasped, only to be thrown back down into the water. She resisted the urge to shout and shut her eyes. She pushed herself back to the surface and fought to keep her head above the thrashing water.
Ju-ne was nearby, on his back, as the water failed to drag him underneath. She swam towards him, throwing herself over his torso as he bobbed. He brought his hand to her back, rubbing it gently. She turned slightly, catching sight of the green military jacket. Using him as a board, she pushed them to the jacket where General Hanbin was struggling to stay afloat.
She pulled him over Ju-neโ€™s torso and began her search for Lieutenant Donghyuk. She couldnโ€™t seem to find him anywhere. The longer they stayed floating, the more she worried. Unable to wait any longer, she pushed off of Ju-ne. He went to grab her, but she slipped through his grasp.
She dove into the waters, allowing the waves to push her further down. She swam out several yards, ignoring her need for oxygen, when she spotted the bright red pants. She swam towards him, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him up towards the surface. The water fought against her, but she fought back twice as hard.
Soon the pair broke the surface, gasping for air. General Hanbin maneuvered Ju-neโ€™s body towards them and helped her drape the Lieutenant across him. They pushed his body towards the nearby shore, where the horses were waiting for them.
โ€œLieutenant Donghyuk?โ€ Y/N shook him gently, before pressing harshly onto his stomach. He began coughing up water, turning to his side as he choked. She gave his back several firm pats as he slowly regained his ability to breath. โ€œWelcome back, Lieutenant.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s twice now youโ€™ve saved my life.โ€ He gave her a weak smile. His voice was hoarse from all the salt he swallowed. โ€œPlease, call me DK.โ€
โ€œAs you wish.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s almost nightfall,โ€ General Hanbin called. โ€œWeโ€™ll go a little further into the woods and make camp.โ€ He grabbed his horse and wasted no time in marching into the woods. Ju-ne and Y/N helped DK onto his horse, then grabbed Cinnamon and Cocoa to follow the General into the woods.
As General Hanbin set up a fire for DK to rest by, Y/N took a seat on a nearby log next to Ju-ne. He was staring down at the ground. Their backs were to the others.
โ€œIt was a waste to come here. We almost died, and we didnโ€™t get the egg.โ€ Ju-ne let out a sigh, resting his head in his hand. She bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the others were still occupied. She reached into the pocket of her dress and produced the golden egg. His mouth fell open as he looked at it. โ€œHow did you--โ€
โ€œThe Mouse King gave it to me. He knew we were coming to get it, and he knows where the Sugar Plum Fairy is. He told me a lot of things, but before we do anything else, we need to know whatโ€™s in this egg.โ€ She pulled out the small key and placed it in his hand. โ€œThis is your birthright. Not hers.โ€
Ever so slowly, he put the key into the small hole and turned it until a series of clicks echoed. He opened the egg and revealed a mirror. It was simple, yet deeply profound as he stared into it.
โ€œBut, I donโ€™t understand.โ€
โ€œCanโ€™t you see?โ€ she said, moving to crouch in front of him. โ€œItโ€™s you whoโ€™s going to save us. You are your kingdomโ€™s greatest strength. You donโ€™t need anyone but yourself.โ€
โ€œHow can you be so sure? Youโ€™ve heard what everyoneโ€™s said about the prince. They believe theyโ€™re better off without me.โ€
โ€œAnd look how well you being gone has turned out for them.โ€ She stood up, placing her hands on her hips. She garnered the attention of General Hanbin and DK, both of whom were watching with confusion. โ€œYou are Prince Koo Junhoe. The pity party is over. Weโ€™re returning to the Safe Haven and weโ€™re ending this war. Once and for all.โ€
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Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)
Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers
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Warnings: None
Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. And as you become entangled in his personal life, you find yourself catching feelings for him, but a concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you.
It was a dreary,ย rain-soaked afternoon andย youย found yourself carrying a couple of grocery bags, each lightly dampened by the persistent drizzle. The rain had already drenched yourย umbrella, rendering it almost useless. You let out a sigh and quickened yourย pace,ย hoping to reach yourย apartment before the rain grew heavier.ย Upon crossing the street,ย youย noticed an old record store nestled between a quaint cafe and a cozy bookstore. You glanced up and saw its faded sign bore the name โ€œGood Oldies,โ€ย and a sudden sense of nostalgia washedย over you.ย 
โ€œShould I?โ€ย youย asked yourself with some hesitation. Youย looked at the groceries in yourย hands for a moment before a faint smile appeared on yourย face. Despite them weighing youย down, curiosity got the better of you.
Youย pushedย open the creaky door of the record store. A soft bell tinkled above as you stepped in,ย greeted by the familiar scent of old vinyl and the gentle hum of music playing on a vintage turntable. Rows upon rows of vinyl records filled the store, their covers adorned with vibrant artwork and the promise of forgotten melodies.ย Youย set yourย grocery bags down and began flipping through the albums, each one a portal to a different era.ย Lost in the world of music,ย youย finally settled on a Billie Holiday record, its cover portraying the singer's side view posing behind aย purplishย background. As youย held the record in yourย hands, yourย eyes caught a tall figure browsing by the โ€œRockโ€ย section in the next aisle.ย Aside from theย cashierย patientlyย waiting at the counter, only the two of you were the customers inside.ย Youย couldn't help but stare at the mysterious man in front of you. He was wearing jeans,ย paired with a matching brown corduroy blazer and a baseball cap. Youย could see him picking up a Bob Dylan record and once he turned around, youย glanced up to see his face clearly.
Youย froze,ย your eyes fluttered rapidly.
Even if youย could only see half of his face youย surely recognized him. A jumble of emotions rushedย through youย โ€“ surprise, longing? A twinge of anxiety.ย 
Is it really him? No it's definitely him!ย Should I approach him?ย What if he doesn't recognize me?
Without furtherย thought,ย youย tookย aย deep breath and cleared yourย throat. He was about to walk towards the counter whenย yourย voice broke through the soft veil of background music in the sparsely populated store.ย 
โ€œJunhoe?โ€ย youย called.
Junhoe halted and took a glimpse at you, his brows furrowed in confusion.ย 
Yourย heart sank, but youย pressed onย moving closely to him. โ€œIt's me,ย Y/n. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids.โ€
Junhoeย turned toย faceย youย completely.
โ€œY/n?โ€ย heย mumbled.
Familiarity dawnedย on himย as heย began examiningย the stranger standingย beforeย him โ€“ from the contours of yourย face, to the soft curve of yourย cheeks. Yourย long ebonyย hair, still dampened from the rain. Yourย eyesย wereย bright, widened in astonishment. He saw you wearing a long white sundress covered in an oversized baby pink coat, a Lady Satin album in yourย hands.
Youย wereย his childhood best friend,ย until he dropped out in middle school and left for the city to pursue his dreams. Youย wereย the one he promised to call and write but never did. When did he forget about you? He couldn't even remember. Junhoe tried to navigate through his lost memories of you, and for some unknown reason, he found comfort in recalling how youย used to exude a carefree spirit when youย two were still young. Youย wereย one of the boys in the neighborhood and never changed yourย circle of friends, even whenย you allย started attendingย schoolย up to your adolescence. He fondly remembered how, during yourย escapades together, youย would matchย yourย energyย with him and theย boys in the groupย effortlessly.ย Being the eldest among the six of them, youย naturally assumed the role of an older sister. Youย  became their protector against mean kids if any of them were bullied.
Junhoe's gaze lingered on the subtle changes in yourย style, the way yourย clothing reflects yourย femininity. Yourย posture now carried a touch of maturity but yourย features still lookedย youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Gone was theย Y/nย who hunted for frogs and insects with him in herย tees and chucks.
Junhoe didn't notice he had likely gotten lost in his thoughts for a tad too long. He witnessed how the sparkle withinย yourย deep brown eyesย dimmed slightly, and how youย looked down with embarrassment afterย not receiving a response from him.ย It caused him a sense of mild panic. He was like aย startled bird as he realized he had forgotten to speak. ย ย ย 
โ€œY/n? Is that really you?โ€ย Junhoe's response came out nervously, but a slowly growing smile followed.
Your demeanor shifted as reliefย sweptย over you; a grin spread across yourย face.ย โ€œYes, it's me! I can't believe it's you too!โ€
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โ€œYou didnโ€™t have to pay for it, you know.โ€ย youย said shyly to Junhoe, pertaining to the album he bought for youย from the record store. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Junhoeย sat across from each otherย in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. The clinking of cups and hushedย conversations along with the playing jazz melodyย formedย as a gentle backdrop to yourย reunion.
โ€œIt's not free! You'reย payingย for my coffee.โ€ย Junhoe teased,ย earning a laugh fromย you.
โ€œYou bet it's my treat today!โ€ย youย nodded with a grin. Thereย was a briefย pauseย whenย youย added,โ€œThank you Junhoe for coming hereย with me. I'm not taking too much of your time, am I?โ€
Junhoe shook his head. โ€œOh noย Y/n! I'm actually on a vacation right now. I was hereย just a few days ago.โ€
So this is why he's back.ย Youย mused.
Taking a sip from the hot caramel macchiato youย ordered,ย youย had a chance to observeย Junhoe over the brim of yourย cupย โ€“ the white undershirt suited his ensemble that day. Youย knew the baseball cap perched casually on his head was not just a simple accessory. It created a shield of privacy around him from the curious gazes of onlookersย given the fact thatย Junhoe was still a celebrity.ย Youย didn't mind ordering for him. Youย knew he wanted to pick a spotย awayย from the prying eyes of customers, hence to whereย theย two of youย are now nestled. It offered a discreet setting to catch up after all those years. ย  Junhoe peekedย throughย the misty glass of the cafe's window, whereย the rain seemed to have turned into light pattering before he glimpsed back at you.
โ€œIt's been so long,ย Y/n. I can't believe we're sitting hereย after all these years.โ€
Youย beamed at himย andย set yourย coffee down on the tabletop,ย โ€œI know, right? Life has taken us on such different paths.โ€
Junhoe's expression shifted, a hint of remorse tugging at hisย sharp features. โ€œY/n, I feel terrible for not keeping in touch, especially considering how close we were.โ€
Yourย gaze softened, but yourย smile was unwavering.ย โ€œIt's okay, Junhoe. You were chasing your passion and you built a new life for yourself outside this town. Not all of us were headed in the same direction anyway. It genuinely made me happy to see you thriving. I've always been proud of you, Junhoe.โ€
A sudden curiosity piqued Junhoe.ย 
โ€œProud?โ€ย heย repeated, his brows creasing from what youย had told him.
โ€œHow do I say thisโ€ฆโ€ย youย uttered, yourย sight dippingย to the stain of yourย lipstick in yourย coffee cup as if seeking solace. Youย felt a pang of embarrassment tickling the edges of yourย consciousness, a quiet voice whispering the fear that yourย actions might be misconstrued. Youย didn't want him to think you wereย some sort of fervent, overzealous stalker. A faint blush tinted yourย cheeks, yourย fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of yourย dress.
โ€I followed your journey as a singer Junhoe. Your rise to fame was like a whirlwind. Your voice was everywhere.โ€ย youย divulged. โ€œI even went to some of your concerts to be honest.โ€
Junhoe's awe hung in the air fromย yourย confession,ย yet he held no judgement from it. He was grateful, flattered to say the least.
Junhoe's lips formedย into a warm smile.
โ€œI wish I had known that,ย Y/n. Thank you.โ€ย he said to youย with care.
โ€œBut Iโ€™m definitely not a saesang or anything.โ€ย youย reassured him.ย Youย didnโ€™tย dare to meet Junhoeโ€™s eyesย because sharing this informationย withย himย made youย feelย exposed,ย yetย youย continued, โ€œYou were the closest friend I ever had, and I guess I've always clung to the belief that your dreams would come true. Regardless of the passing years and not hearing anything from you, you still haveย a special place in my heart.โ€
Junhoe began to feel the weight ofย yourย words,ย aย surge ofย sorrow and regret engulfed him. He reflected on how yourย connectionย with each otherย in the past was unbreakable. Hisย inseparabilityย with youย was the envy of the otherย boys in yourย circle.ย Youย had always favored him, making yourย bond together a more special one. Youย stood by him, especially during his appearances in school talent shows and local town festivals. Youย consistently supported him to the point whereย youย recorded his audition tapes sent to entertainment companies.ย Junhoe gotย acceptedย byย YG Entertainmentย eventually,ย and yourย joyย that dayย for him was immeasurable.ย Youย even brought the boys with youย to accompany him on his first day of training to the company.
โ€œIโ€™m really sorry, Y/n.โ€ย Junhoe stated,ย hisย face grim.ย โ€œYou know, during those years, I was so caught up with the hectic demand of my career. I lost contact with a lot of people, including you.โ€ย Junhoe was strugglingย to find the right words,ย knowing that they might come across as excuses for not reaching out for such a long time. Yet, they were the only words he couldย muster.
The fervent pursuit of Junhoe's dream to become a singer,ย resulted in his connections to slip away like grains of sand through his fingers. Theย  rigors of his training consumed his time and energy, leaving little room to see or talk to his circle of friends.ย Gradually,ย Junhoe started living at the company's dormitoryย whichย made him more detachedย from them.ย Theirย relationship began to frayย due to his lack of communicationย โ€“ย the letters he'd forgotten to read, calls gone to voicemail and most importantly the highlights of his friends' lives he missed out on knowing and witnessing,ย causingย both sides to finally dwindle into silence. As Junhoe marched toward his debut, the overwhelming preparation and anticipation completely absorbed him. The spotlight of the stage beckoned, and the weight of his ambition denied him the opportunity to look backwards. The vortex of his rise to fame kept him fartherย from his roots. Recording sessions,ย photo shoots, TV appearances and tours became the center of his everyday life. It cast him into a turbulence of events that seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The adoration of fans, the flashesย of cameras and the cheers of crowds all consumed his focus. The memories of his friends back in his hometown became a blur, their faces fading like distant constellations in the night sky.
The realization of howย youย held onto yourย belief thatย he would achieve his aspirations, had affected Junhoe in some kind of way. Yourย persistence inย trackingย his path as a singerย astounded him. He was profoundly movedย how youย cherishedย yourย friendship after such a long period of being apart.
However at that exact moment, aย haunting thought emergedย within Junhoe, creeping into the recesses of his mind like an uninvited guest. In yourย presence, a world he had thought he'd left behind reignited, casting aย shadow ofย painย overย him. Aย bittersweetย memory of a dream that had once been within his grasp,ย disappearedย as swiftly as a fleeting breath.
Youย returned yourย attention back to Junhoe. It was not yourย intention to cause him any negative feelings.
โ€œPlease don't feel bad, Junhoe.โ€ย youย pleaded.ย โ€œWe were kids, and circumstances changed. I never held it against you.โ€
Junhoe had somehow found consolationย in yourย words, although a subtle ache still persisted beneath the surface.
โ€œThank you,ย Y/n. That means a lot to me.โ€ย he said sincerely.ย 
โ€œI know this may sound too muchย Junhoe,ย but I knew then you were destined to be a singer.ย You weren't meant to be stuck in this town like me.โ€ย youย declared. โ€œThatโ€™s why it made me sadย when you retired from music. You were at the peak of your career, but I truly get it and I still support youย pursuing otherย things.โ€
Junhoeย leaned back in his chairย and looked at the momentarily forgotten coffee on the table, as if searching for the right answer. He wasย torn between vulnerability and a desire to protect the fragile facade he had built. He wrestled between overwhelming emotions, a torrent of memories he had forgotten now resurfacing. A cascade of what-ifs and maybes flooded his mind, reminding him of the dreams he had once harbored.
Junhoe offered a fleeting smile, a fragile acknowledgment that yourย words touched a chord within him. But he remained guarded, his response veiled by the walls he had erected to secure himself from the agonizing truth he had long concealed.
โ€œYou're kind to say that.โ€ย Junhoe murmured softly, his gaze now meeting yours. His voice carried a weight of both resignation and yearning, a silent plea for understanding. It was a response that revealed the depth of his struggle, a battle between the echoes of his dreams and the reality he had come to accept.
โ€œI'm into writing poetry now, Y/n. Iโ€™ve publishedย a few books and itโ€™s been therapeuticย for me.โ€ย Junhoe revealed. โ€œI guess, Iโ€™m still part of the music industry. I occasionally produce music for my fellow artists.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s amazing Junhoe!โ€ youย responded, providing him with warm encouragement. โ€œIt's incredible how you continue to explore and evolve as an artist. I wasnโ€™t lucky to obtain a copy of your last book though, it got easily sold out!โ€
Junhoe appreciated yourย attempt to inject a lighthearted laugh into theย conversation, as a means to thaw the seriousness of it. But talking about himself had begun to tire him out, prompting him to steer the discussion to you.
โ€œEnough of meย Y/n, how have you been?โ€ย Junhoeย asked.ย โ€œAre you still friends with Hanbin and the otherย boys?โ€
โ€œMe? Oh, I'm also a writer like you, but it's for a local lifestyle magazine.โ€ Youย shared, yourย voice laced with enthusiasm as youย seamlessly followed along with his transition of topic.ย โ€œAnd yes, Iโ€™m still friends with the boys. Hanbin now teaches elementary school kids. Would you believe that?โ€
โ€œWow! Really?โ€ Junhoeโ€™s eyebrowsย shot up in surprise.
โ€œYeah.ย Yun works as a master chef at a fancy hotel in Seoul. As for Jiwon, he has his own family already. Him and Dong both resided in the USย after graduation,ย but they live in different states. Dong has his own dance studioย somewhereย in LA.โ€
A comfortable atmosphere began to envelop the two of you, and Junhoe felt his shoulders visibly relax as he listened to your stories about your childhood friends. It offered a refreshing change from his life in the spotlight. Engaging to hear every detail of their lives, he couldn't help but recognize how much he missed them and how happy it made him that they were all doing so well through the years.
Until a specific event sparked in Junhoe's mind, inspiring him to extend an invitation to you. He saw this as an opportunityย to keepย the rekindled connection you both shared, a bond he was determined not to let fade away as he had done in the past.
โ€œY/n, would you be interested in joining me for an art exhibit tomorrow night? Feel free to bring Hanbin and your other friends as well, if you'd like.โ€ย Junhoe asked youย excitedly.
A glint appeared in yourย eyes upon hearing the kind gesture. โ€œI would love to Junhoe!ย That's wonderful because I like art a lot.โ€œ
โ€œThat's great, Y/n! I'll text you the address.โ€œย Junhoe replied cheerfully, looking forward toย seeing youย again.
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BEST FRIEND iKon Aโ‡ดZ HEADCANON โ‡ด Kim Jinhwan
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A โ‡ด ATTENTION
He cared too much not to pay attention to you, it was almost as if Jinhwan just couldnโ€™t help it. He wanted to try and talk to other people, but it was tough for his mind to switch off from worrying about you.
B โ‡ด BICKER
A bad mood would usually result in the two of you bickering as you tried to snap back at one another and let go of your frustrations. On the days when you wanted to push Jinhwanโ€™s mood and annoy him you would start making a few comments to push his buttons which would ultimately lead to you bickering.
C โ‡ด COMFORT
One of the best things about having Jinhwan was around was how understanding he always was towards you. He didnโ€™t always get the situation that you were struggling with, but he tried his best to sympathise and make sure that he was there for you to confide in and open up to about what was wrong.
D โ‡ด DISAGREEMENTS
Being able to figure out when Jinhwan disagrees with you is one of the easiest jobs for you, as his moods are usually transparent. You can tell straight away when youโ€™re starting to annoy him, even though you donโ€™t necessarily think that youโ€™re being annoying. His expression usually stops any disagreements between you both as you know to stop talking rather than push Jinhwanโ€™s mood even more.
E โ‡ด EARLY YEARS
It took a little bit of time for you to get to know Jinhwan, for a while he was quite quiet around you as he got to know you too. He gave himself a bit of time to trust in the friendship that you were building, and once that guard came down, the noise got louder. It was almost like a switch, once Jinhwan got comfortable, all of a sudden, he was just constantly talking to you and discussing various things.
F โ‡ด FAMILY
Jinhwanโ€™s family loved having you round, they were constantly inviting you to all of the things that they arranged. You were definitely treated like an extended member of the family as you often found yourself showing up to family parties and events as if you were actually a member of the family. His parents would let you know the dates straight away, way before Jinhwan remembered to tell you.
G โ‡ด GETTING TOGETHER
You both loved to just relax when you were with each other and use that time to just unwind and chill. You didnโ€™t mind going out from time to time, but you both much preferred to just lay out on the sofa and watch either a movie or maybe catch up on a couple of episodes from the drama youโ€™re watching.
H โ‡ด HABITS
The two of you had a habit of being annoyed at the other person without them even knowing what theyโ€™d done wrong. You could accidentally say something that would wind Jinhwan up without knowing about it, and all of a sudden find him being snappy at you without any explanation as to why.
I โ‡ด INSIDE JOKES
Both of you had the most inside jokes with each other, mainly because you felt at your most comfortable around each other. The ease at which you were both able to relax and just be yourselves meant that there were a few hiccups along the way which neither of you would forget for the other person.
J โ‡ด JEALOUSY
There were definitely moments when Jinhwan would get a little jealous of your friends, mainly because there were so many of them which he found overwhelming. He was used to quite a small friendship group, and so when he met so many of your friends, he didnโ€™t quite know what to do, instantly feeling a little bit threatened as it seemed like he had so many candidates who could replace him.
K โ‡ด KICKS
Jinhwan gets a kick out of teasing you, especially when youโ€™re pulling a face, usually whilst trying to make a point. He canโ€™t help but mimic you quite a lot of the time as he knows that it gets a reaction out of you, usually you hitting against Jinhwanโ€™s arm to stop him being silly and getting him to pay attention to you.
L โ‡ด LOVE
He loved how well the two of you got on and how your time together never felt as if it was boring. Even if you were doing very little, you both felt happy just being around each other, but at the same time you loved to go out and explore too. You had a great balance in your friendship, you knew when to be loud and when to be quiet, and when to be up and on your feet, or sprawled out across the sofa.
M โ‡ด MEETING
The two of you first met almost by accident when you bumped into one another at a cafรฉ. It was almost coincidence that the very next day Jinhwan was there again, unable to just pass you by as he recognised you, asking if you were the one that he bumped into the day before, buying you an apology drink too.
N โ‡ด NONSENSE
Not many people got to see Jinhwan completely as himself, so you felt incredibly lucky to be one of just a few that did. He didnโ€™t care around you, he was just able to let go and do whatever felt right to him.
O โ‡ด OBSESSION
Jinhwan was obsessed with your smile, it was something that comforted him a lot. He loved when he could see your smile as it was almost a sign for him to let him know that you were right there for him.
P โ‡ด PRECIOUS MOMENTS
The times that mean the most to Jinhwan are the moments when you can just sit down and put your feet up. He loves the moments when the two of you are able to just relax, things like sitting down in a coffee shop with a drink and a chance to just catch up with one another are the times that heโ€™s fond of.
Q โ‡ด QUESTIONS
You constantly find yourself having to ask Jinhwan if he wants help as he stubbornly tries to do something alone. You can tell when heโ€™s struggling long before he wants to admit that heโ€™s struggling.
R โ‡ด RANDOM FACTS
One of the things that Jinhwan tried to do when you were together was pay for everything, he hated when you spent your money on him. He would push his way to the card machine whenever you were together and had even gone as far as to hide your wallet to stop you from paying for things before too.
S โ‡ด SUPPORT
As much as he loves when you support him, Jinhwan tries his best to support you much more. Heโ€™ll often try and organise his schedule around what it is that youโ€™re doing with work in order to be there for you, trying his best to surprise you too whenever he has the time to be able to go and cheer for you.
T โ‡ด TRIPS
If there was one place that Jinhwan always wanted to take you, then it was the Philippines. One day he knew when your schedules allowed for it that heโ€™d take you there and show you where he spent some of his time.
U โ‡ด ULTIMATE
He knew that being your best friend was an important role, and it was a job that Jinhwan always did as well as he could.
V โ‡ด VISITS
One of Jinhwanโ€™s favourite things to do was surprise you, celebrations were a particular favourite of his. He loved to get creative for things like your birthday and surprise you with the best party when you stopped by.
W โ‡ด WISDOM
It doesnโ€™t matter how busy he is, when Jinhwan knows that you need a bit of advice, then heโ€™ll always be there to give you some.
X โ‡ด XXXX
Neither of you are particularly affectionate with one another, because at the start of your relationship you were quite distant, that seemed to just carry on even though your bond became stronger.
Y โ‡ด YOU
You were his favourite, Jinhwan always had you at the top of his list.
Z โ‡ด ZZZ
Most of the time Jinhwan will try and stay at your place when the two of you hang out so that he can make the most of peace and quiet for a little while, especially when his sleep has been a little restless for a while.
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The Flight Attendant - Part 4
Genre: Flight Attendant!AU
Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)
Warnings: None
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,968
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One Year Later
If Yunhyeong hadn't brought it up during your text conversation this morning, you would have completely forgotten it had been a whole year since you'd started your job as a flight attendant.
But Yunhyeong, being the incredibly thoughtful and considerate person he was, had brought it up. He'd actually remembered the exact date of your first meeting and had told you it was a cause for celebration.
It had been several months since you'd felt that pang of romantic disappointment in your heart... but there it was again. It was hardly noticeable at this point -- thrumming ever so slightly and trying to hide in the deepest corner of your chest, but you were familiar enough with the feeling to recognize it instantly. And Yunhyeong remembering the day the two of you had met was, apparently, enough to trigger it.
To be fair, you couldn't remember the last time one of your friends brought up the fact it was your friend-iversary. And certainly, none of your male friends ever had. One of your closest male friends, Jae, barely ever remembered your birthday. So, the fact that Yunhyeong knew the exact day you had first met was actually a pretty big deal.
If you weren't absolutely, positively sure that Yunhyeong only had friendly feelings for you... his text this morning would make you think otherwise.
But, like I said, it had been several months since you'd wished that were true. You had basically given up on ever becoming more than friends and co-workers -- and that was fine!
Fine!
Totally and utterly, positively, completely fine.
That's what you told yourself, at least, as you typed out a text to him.
I can't believe it's been a whole year ๐Ÿ˜ฒ
After pressing 'send' on your reply, you closed the lid of your just-barely-full suitcase and zipped it up expertly.
After all, it had been a whole year since you'd been flying all over the country. You were an expert by now! And your flight was leaving in just two hours -- something that would have absolutely terrified you a year ago. But now you could pack, get to the airport, and get onto the plane in an hour and a half, tops.
You were rather impressed with yourself if you were being honest.
When the taxi arrived in front of your apartment building, you quickly slipped into your uniform heels and grabbed the handle of your bag. You waited until you'd slid into the backseat of the car before sliding your phone out of your pocket, a smile coming to your lips when you saw another message from Yunhyeong.
I may have a present for you.
OMG you do not. It's not that big a deal, I don't need a present!
...Well, too late.
YUNHYEONG
...what is it?
You'll get it soon! See ya!!!
You pressed your lips together, keeping in a soft chuckle of amusement so the taxi driver wouldn't get distracted from the road.
You also tamped down a flutter in your heart and stomach so you wouldn't get distracted from... everything. Your upcoming flight, your friendship, acting like a fairly average person and not someone who was stupidly in love with their best work friend.
But then another text message interrupted you, and your insides snuck in about three flutters as you clicked on the notification.
Actually, tell me when you get to the airport. And don't go anywhere until you hear back from me.
Immediately, your forehead wrinkled with slight confusion.
...why
Yunhyeong wasn't really one for surprises -- at least not during the year that you'd known him. He frequently did things for you and even bought small souvenirs for you when he flew to fun places, but they were never a surprise. He always texted you Hey, I made dumpling stew, come over and have some or I saw this pen with your favorite animal character on it so I got it for you.
So, for him to be this covert about something just seemed kind of odd.
I wish I could tell you, but that would absolutely ruin the surprise. And it's a good one, I promise.
I mean... you really had no choice but to trust him. He had never -- not once -- given you any reason not to.
So, trust him you did.
Okay... I will... even though this is very nerve-racking and unlike you...
He simply replied back with three innocent angel emojis, and one corner of your lips quirked up in amusement as you slid your phone back in your bag.
As with any other kind of surprise, you tried to keep your mind off of it for the remainder of the taxi ride.
The soft music on the radio, the passing scenery of the city, the other cars whizzing by you. You attempted to focus on one or more of those things... but the idea of a surprise from Yunhyeong was too novel and, frankly, tempting to not think about it.
And the fact that you were on your way to work? That piqued your curiosity even more. How could this surprise not interfere with your schedule?!
And why would he need to know when you arrived at the airport? Why would he not want you to go anywhere until you heard back from him?
Once you were only about five minutes from the airport, you finally admitted to yourself that you had no earthly clue what this surprise could be. You finally gave up.
The next five minutes were the tensest minutes you could recall in your recent history, and when, at long last, you texted Yunhyeong that you were here, you let out a huge sigh of relief.
He replied less than a minute later, while you still had his conversation open.
Come to Gate B16 and don't you dare look up to see which flight it is.
...Okay, things weren't any clearer.
Why was he telling you to come to a different gate? You'd been assigned to flight 9787 to Chicago, gate A9.
He wanted you to just... not get on that plane? Get on another plane?
You shook your head slightly and clicked on the button to call him rather than reply to him in a text.
"Just do it!" he chuckled as soon as he picked up.
"What is going on?!" you whined, your eyebrows knit together in distress.
"Y/N," Yunhyeong said confidently. "Just trust me. Gate B16. Come straight here."
He hung up before you could point out that he had said 'Come straight here' and not 'Go straight there' which implied that he was currently at gate B16.
...Interesting.
Well, there was nothing much more you could do, was there? After sliding your phone into your bag and letting out a deep, relenting sigh, you took hold of your suitcase handle and headed to the tram for concourse B.
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In reality, it took less than ten minutes for you to wait for the tram, board the tram, ride the tram to concourse B, exit the tram, and walk down to gate B16.
But it absolutely did not feel like less than ten minutes! It felt more like ten hours, and your stomach was in anxious knots the entire time.
You walked down the concourse as quickly as you could without actually jogging, your eyes glued to the gate signs as you passed by.
B11... B12... B13... B14...
Looking up ahead, past gate B15, you squinted slightly to try and make out what was listed underneath B16, on the flight information screen.
And when you were able to read it clearly enough... you stopped in your tracks.
Because it said --
"Y/N!" Yunhyeong cheered, suddenly appearing in front of you and taking your suitcase. He also took your elbow gently and led you closer to the gate. "Don't worry, I got your schedule changed and everything worked out. I really wanted to tell you to pack more, but that would've given it away. But there will be plenty of opportunities to shop where we're going!"
"Paris?!" you wheezed, eyes wide as you stumbled along toward the boarding area. If Yunhyeong didn't have a grip on your elbow, you weren't sure you'd be able to move.
Yunhyeong squeezed your elbow a bit, and when you blearily glanced at him, you saw his lips pursed in the most adorable of smug grins.
"I knew that's been on the top of your list for a whole year, so I wanted to make it happen for you," he said.
And, honestly, you had no idea how to respond to that. For maybe the first time in your entire life, you were actually -- quite literally -- speechless.
It wasn't until you'd walked with Yunhyeong through the waiting area, down the connecting ramp, and into the plane that words finally came to you.
"...I --"
Okay, well, one word. And it was barely even a word.
"Are you okay?" Yunhyeong chuckled, finally releasing your arm so he could stow your suitcase up in the very last overhead compartment.
A deep exhale poured through your lips before you replied, "Yes, I just -- I don't know what to -- How? And -- and -- and why? Paris? How?"
"It was fairly easy, actually," he assured you as he hefted your bag up over his head. "I spoke with Liah about it two months ago and she went along with my Top Secret Plan."
So... your supervisor had known about this for two months?! And had put the Chicago flight on your schedule fully aware that you would actually be going to Paris?!
Now you really had to hear his answer for your second question.
"But why?" you asked, the fact that you were utterly dumbfounded still very apparent in your voice.
Yunhyeong closed the overhead compartment and stood up straight, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders.
Of course, your stomach flipped over, and when he smiled at you it flipped over two more times.
"Because you're my friend!" he told you with a soft laugh, a laugh that clearly stated this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes, but -- but -- Paris! I thought you would make my favorite noodles and pack them in a lunch for me!" And, really, the only reason you thought that was because he'd done it before!
But this was on a whole other level!
Yunhyeong just laughed again, shaking his head slightly as he squeezed your shoulders. "Y/N, you are a flight attendant. You will go to Paris again, more than once."
"Well, yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound like a big deal," you sputtered.
"No, no, no, no," he tutted. "It is a big deal, but only because you've wanted to go and now you finally are. And I will take you everywhere, to all of the good places, I promise."
If you continued to be all flabbergasted about this, you would probably just feel silly. Plus, you were fairly certain passengers would start boarding within the next half hour, so you had to get started on your pre-flight duties.
So, you simply let out another sigh, briefly reached up to cover Yunhyeong's hands with yours, and said, "All right, let's do this. Thank you. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am, this is the best present ever."
Yunhyeong's lips spread into a full-on grin, and somehow, you had forgotten just how cute he is when he smiles.
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Then, he let go of your shoulders, turned around, and headed back to help unload all of the meals for the flight. When you turned around, you saw three more flight attendants enter the aircraft, so...
It was time to go to Paris, I guess!
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Iโ€™m Fine Hyung Part 2
A continued update of the Ikon fic I posted a while ago!ย 
If you need a refresher on this fic, here is the link to the first part:ย https://www.tumblr.com/leeknowsfavorite/680115219950977024/im-fine-hyung?source=share
Chan swallowed again. โ€œI guess I have no choice but to tell themโ€ฆโ€ He whispered to himself. He sighed and looked down before answering his hyung. โ€œI have had a migraine since this morning hyung. It died down for a little bit because Jinhwan hyung gave me some medicine. But it came back before sound check started and now my head hurts a lot and I feel like throwing up but I donโ€™t want to let my fans down by not performing. And I want to perform! Please hyung!โ€ He spilled it all. All of the secret he had been so desperately trying to hide all day. It just came right out of his mouth. And he felt a rush of relief come over him after saying it all. He saw Yunhyeong let out a sigh of relief as well. Finally, he could relax. โ€œChannie, why didnโ€™t you say anything at the dorm? I thought it was just a regular headache.โ€ Yunhyeong said. Chan shrugged. Why didnโ€™t he say anything again? Oh right, because he did not want to be pulled from the concert. His head was swimming and he couldnโ€™t think straight. Wait, what songs were they to sing? And why couldnโ€™t he think of the dance moves?! He was drawing a huge blank! He placed a hand on his head and squinted his eyes to try and remember, but all that did was aggravate his already throbbing head and churning stomach. He let out a pained soft moan and instantly Yunhyeong was there holding him upright for fear that Chan would fall over at any minute.
โ€œAlright Channie, you need to take it easy for a minute. Yah! How long do we have until we are on?!โ€ He yelled to the crew. โ€œ20 minutes!โ€ A voice yelled back. โ€œChan you need to lay down for a bit. You are in no condition to perform, but because Hanbin and I are nice hyungs, we are allowing you to perform. But until then, you have to listen to us and lay down for a bit." Chan sighed but then nodded. He knew that they were only looking out for him, but he felt sort of bad for lying to them all. Why werenโ€™t they mad at him? Shouldnโ€™t they be wanting to rip him apart? Hanbin of all people is the easiest to get angry and yet, no sign of anger from him. Only concern. They led him to an open couch they found backstage and Hanbin sat down and motioned for Chan to lay down. His long legs stretched out to the end of the couch and he laid his aching head on Hanbinโ€™s lap. It felt so nice to lay down in the dark. Donghyuk brought over a cold towel that the stylist had gotten for him and laid it on Chanโ€™s head. The cold felt so good on his throbbing head.ย Hanbin let his hand find Chanโ€™s and he grabbed it and Chan held on tight. He felt so loved right now and he did not want his hyung to leave him.ย โ€œ10 minutes Ikon!โ€ A voice yelled. He only had 10 more minutes of pure bliss until he had to go on that stage and face the lights and the music and the screaming fans. BlackPink finished their performance and were walking off the stage.
When they reached backstage they walked past Ikon and saw Chanwooโ€™s body curled up and a towel on his head. โ€œIs he alright? Is he sick?โ€ย They asked. Hanbin nodded. โ€œHe is not feeling 100 percent no. He will be fine though.โ€ They nodded and then bowed as they left. Hanbin laughed a little. โ€œLook at ya. You look pitiful and pick up all the girls. Is that your secret?โ€ Chan laughed. โ€œExactly. That is why I got more stickers then you that one time for Ikon TV. The fans chose me over you.โ€ He said with a smirk. โ€œShut up.โ€ Hanbin said while lightly imaginary punching Chanwooโ€™s side. โ€œYah! Hyung!โ€ He yelled with a laugh. โ€œIkon! Youโ€™re on!โ€ The crew yelled. They all stood up and helped Chan up. Then they grabbed their micโ€™s and put the in earโ€™s in. It was time and Chan was nervous. He never got nervous before a performance, only during their debut did he ever become nervous. โ€œHere we go.โ€ He said with a deep breath. He could do it! He had to do it!
He was sweating more than normal. His footwork was clumsy and he was sure that the fans would notice. He was so tired and he could feel his body becoming heavier with every song. Finally, it was the last song and Chanwoo was rejoicing silently in his head. Thankfully โ€œLove Scenarioโ€ wasnโ€™t too hard of choreography. He could feel his head pounding with every step and his stomach flipping every time he opened his mouth. He just wanted the night to be over with. He wanted to curl up in his bed and sleep. Before the song started, the lights were still off, Hanbin rushed over to Chan and gave him a pat on the shoulder. โ€œYou got this.โ€ He said to Chan with a thumbs up as he ran back to his spot. Chan felt a small rush of relief with his leaderโ€™s words and he geared up for the song. So far so good, it was about time for his part in the song and that meant the song was almost over. Thank God! He danced the moves he has known for a while and went up for his part. He did excellent and after Chan went back to his spot, Bobby finished the song as they hit their ending pose. They stood there as the fans cheered for them, smiling and panting as they looked around the stadium. He did it! He actually did it! But by now, he was sure he would collapse backstage. All of a sudden, Chanโ€™s body gave a lurch. Not good! Not good! He needed to get off the stage, now! Thankfully the lights went off and they were able to make their way backstage. But Chanโ€™s body gave another lurch and then there was a small splatter sound as some of Chanโ€™s stomach contents hit the floor. โ€œYah! We need a trash can over here! Chanwooโ€™s puking!โ€ Donghyuk yelled while patting Chanโ€™s back.
The crew nodded and ran to find something they could use. Hanbin ran over to the now hunched over Chan and patting back Donghyuk. The crew handed Donghyuk the trash can they had found and he placed it in front of Chan. Yunhyeong and Hanbin and Jinhwan were circled around the now heaving boy while June and Bobby stayed back. Chan heaved more contents that splattered into the trash can with force, heaving more and more until there was nothing left. Donghyuk continued to pat Chanโ€™s back until he was sure the maknae was done.ย Chan stood up straight and wiped his mouth. โ€œYou okay now?โ€ Donghyuk asked with care. Chan nodded his head. โ€œYes hyung I am fine now. Thanks.โ€ He replied. โ€œGlad to see you at least made it backstage before spewing your guts out.โ€ Hanbin said with a small laugh. Chan agreed. He was not going to be the idol that vomited on stage in front of so many people. He would rather fall on stage than puke.
Jinhwan brought the maknae some water. โ€œRinse your mouth out and take some sips after".ย Chan took the water and thanked his hyung. He rinsed his mouth out and spat into the trash can. Then he took a few sips and handed the cup back to Jinhwan. โ€œYouโ€™re alright now Channie. You did good.โ€ Hanbin said while rubbing the maknaeโ€™s shoulder.ย โ€œI brought you some extra clothes to change into if you want to be more comfy for the ride home.โ€ Yunhyeong said while handing Chan the sweater and joggers he had picked out for the maknae. Chan was so grateful to have such caring hyungs looking out for him. But the guilt was eating away at him for not telling them he was hurting so bad earlier. He felt horrible for not saying anything when he should have. He took the clothes with a thanks and he went into the dressing room they had for the evening and changed. The black joggers and green sweatshirt Yunhyeong packed for him were so warm and he realized he must have been cold this entire time. He placed the black hat he had worn here on his head and walked out to where the other members were waiting. They had changed as well into different clothes. The van to bring them home had arrived and they all piled in. Bobby and June in the first two seats, Hanbin and Donghyuk in the second row, and Yunhyeong and Jinhwan and Chan were in the back. Chan was so tired and his head was still pounding. He let out a small moan in pain as he laid his head on Yunhyeongโ€™s shoulder.ย 
โ€œI know. Just a little longer and then we can get you some medicine. Try to sleep.โ€ Yunhyeong said as he ran a hand through the youngerโ€™s hair. Jinhwan looked at how pale the younger was next to him and looked up at Yunhyeong. โ€œHe doesnโ€™t look good. He looks a little pale.โ€ He said. Yunhyeong looked down at the youngers face and noticed he was a little paler than usual. โ€œYah, Channie, you okay?โ€ โ€œMhmm, dizzy hyung.โ€ Chan replied. Jinhwan patted Chanโ€™s thigh lightly, โ€œWhen we get back we will get you some medicine and you can lay down alright?โ€ Jinhwan encouraged. Chan nodded slightly in response. His bed. He longed for his bed right now. All he could think of right now was getting into his bed. The whole time this was going on, Hanbin couldnโ€™t take his eyes off of the younger who was clearly in pain. He felt bad that he couldnโ€™t be back there helping, but he knew that Yunhyeong and Jinhwan were the best at caring for the members when sickness arrives or headaches in this situation. Chan was in good hands, and Hanbin knew this. But he still wished he could help. They arrived at the dorms and they piled out. Yunhyeong helped put Chan on Hanbinโ€™s back since he was the strongest member and they all walked in. Donghyuk, June, and Bobby all went to their dorm, while Hanbin and Yunhyeong carried Chan to their dorm. Jinhwan had followed them to help in any way he could. They placed Chan in his bed and took his shoes off for him. Yunhyeong cleaned Chanโ€™s room a bit and Hanbin placed a cool wash cloth on Chanโ€™s pounding head after he laid him down and covered him up. Jinhwan came back with the medicine and gave it to Hanbin.ย 
โ€œChannie, you need to sit up a bit and take the medicine. It will help you feel better.โ€ He said. Chan struggled a bit, but eventually sat up high enough to where he could swallow the pills and fall back down on his bed. Hanbin checked his phone. 2 am already. They got back to the dorms from the concert around 1 am so it wasnโ€™t too much of a surprise that it was already so late. The three boys piled onto Chanโ€™s bed and turned the lights off for him so he could sleep and not be in pain. Now with the lights off and the silence filling the room, the other boys became tired and feel asleep right there with their maknae. Hanbinโ€™s shoulder was being used as a pillow by Chan, Jinhwan was laying on the end of the bed sideways, and Yunhyeong was on the other side of Chan. Chan was truly blessed with the best.
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SYNOPSIS: you and jake have been the biggest fans of ikon for as long as your friends can remember. it was no suprise, that the two of you went crazy when it was revealed that they will perform at the LOCO festival! after getting the tickets, time went by quickly and now itโ€™s almost time to leave your tiny city for the 3 best days of your life! the only problem is that you guys are not friends anymore.
PAIRING: kinda fboy!jake x fem!reader
GENRE: smau, festival au, comedy, fluff, angst here and there, slowburn kinda, (ex-)friends to ??? (thatโ€™s gonna be a suprise)
WARNINGS: english is not my first language, ignore the timespams, lots of cursing, jokes about death, alcohol consume, sexual jokes, smoking/vaping, jealousy, oh and jakehoon are kinda assholes :(
FEATURING: members of enhypen and txt, ikon + kim hanbin, a bunch of khh artists and kpop groups/soloists (cameo as performers)
STATUS: ongoing ! (slow updates)
TAGLIST: open <3
A/N: so i decided to rewrite my U MAD?! jake smau!!! i feel i didnโ€™t really put into much thought at the beginning. and this smau deserves to be wayyy more planned out! so here i am again, trying to make a comeback on the tumblr writers scene >< U MAD?? is now back as LOCO (9:00PM) please come and follow the group on their journey at the LOCO festival! also the header will be changed for the better i swear ๐Ÿ˜ญ
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