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stay-mon-army · 20 days

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Sounding Board

Word count: 1,198 words

Pairing: Unspecified male idol x gn!reader

Warnings: anxiety, depressive feelings, feelings of not being enough/being a bad friend

Being other people’s sounding boards had always been something that you liked being. Maybe it was the burned out gifted in you, maybe it was the sad child who hadn’t gotten enough emotional support growing up so you had learned to hide it all or grow a thick skin, or maybe it was simple the fact that you got it – you had bad days and needed to just let it out sometimes too; but for whatever reason, you had always prided yourself on being the person that people could come to with their problems. You were the whiteboard to write on that could be wiped clean the moment they didn’t need to look at their pain anymore, the wishing well where they could drop their coins and trinkets in the hopes their wishes will come true and the fears won’t, the sleepy village they can ransack with their words and concerns because who would even care about the little villagers crops anyway, the emotional support dog that licks up your tears and wags its tail so hard you think it’ll break something but really it just heals your broken heart, the paper lantern they could light and watch float away into the sky to take away their pain with it – the therapist. You were always the fucking therapist.

And on any other day, any other month, any other year, you wouldn’t mind. You knew that everyone needed that sometimes, it meant that they trusted you, that they liked you. There was nothing wrong with asking your friends to listen to your pain, to rant, to get it out, to ask for advice. Hell, you had done it a million times yourself, rarely asking if it was okay to unload your problems onto the closest kind soul.

But for some reason, today wasn’t like any other day. This month wasn’t any other month. And this year sure hadn’t started out like any other year. You loved your friends, you loved being a support, you loved that people loved you enough to reach out when they needed help.

But you had been worrying about your own problems – what felt like a million little problems stacking and stacking and stacking like a leaning tower of jenga blocks, waiting for the wrong piece to be pulled so it could all crash down around you. Your mind felt like a broken vase, glued back together precariously, gentle fingers pushing the pieces into place, hoping and praying that nothing will push too hard, rock the table, that the pieces wouldn’t all fly apart, cutting you up in the process. Every new small worry felt like an anvil on your mind, tightening your muscle in a vice grip, making your body feel like you were underwater but without the weightless joy of floating. Rather, the sinking, pressure-filled nothingness that dragged you deeper and deeper until you couldn’t remember the feeling of the sun. Your hands shook as you couldn’t decide whether to continue working, slowly chipping away at the anxieties and problems you had to work through in order to get back to your moment of peace, or distract yourself with something else, something fun, in order to ignore the problems just until you could think straight, just until your body didn’t feel like every nerve ending was zapping with electricity enough to power a whole city block. Whether waiting or working would be better, you couldn’t decide.

And every *ding* of a new message that you feared to look at meant you couldn’t tell if you were a good friend after all. Who were you to ignore someone else in pain? How dare you not listen and empathize, show care and concern, because that’s what they need. How dare you act just like those other people they complain about. So you try to give them the answers the want as your brain shuts down and you worry if the wording is right or if you sound as robotic as you feel. You look away and ignore the messages that send you into a panic – you know they don’t mean anything but man, you really didn’t think you’d have to think about that idea right now. Not when you had been so good for so long. Not when you had finally gotten to a point where saying it didn’t feel real anymore.

It was starting to feel real again.

As you sit at your desk, typing and typing and typing, not sure if you’re working for you now or working for the you that used to be, who knew that getting words out on a page meant progress, a you who used writing as an escape, you felt hands gently laying over your own, stopping the shaking and click clack click of your keyboard.

A pair of lips press against the crown of your head, as the hands lift your own, crossing your arms across your own chest and readjusting to match the pose, holding you tight against him. He slowly breathes in deep, holding and letting it out. You realize that he wants you to copy as his taps his finger against one of the backs of your hands. You slowly do the same, breathing deeply, holding, and releasing. After a moment of simply breathing, he reaches out to close your laptop, stepping back to pull your chair away from your desk.

He turns you, pulling you up to stand before him, before he pulls you back into his embrace. You didn’t know you needed more of this – this closeness. As though you had been lost out in outerspace, among the cold and dark and spacedust that doesn’t care for you.

He cares for you; this you know without a shadow of a doubt. Because if he didn’t he wouldn’t be here, holding you, kissing your head, rubbing your back, taking care of you when you feel like nothing can fix this.

He knows you have work to do, but he also knows that you need an excuse to take a break. That instead of listening to your own mind and body, you would work your way into a distressing state physically and mentally, and he wouldn’t let that happen. No, he would give you your excuse, silently becoming the reason for your ease, your pain to ebb away in waves as you simply breathe. He knows exactly how to help you, with no words and few actions.

After a moment, he guides you to your bed, pulling back the covers and layering you under a mound of blankets. He grabs the remote, turns on your favorite show, and slides in beside you, knowing all you need is proximity and familiarity. No words need to be uttered, no explanation could help better than the silent understanding that sometimes you just need to be.

And so together, you would be, without anyone else. No other problems, no other concerns, just the show softly playing in the background, the feeling of his breathing against your skin as you pull yourself as close as you can manage. This was how you stayed alive. This was how those ideas stopped feeling real again.

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noona-clock · 1 year

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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

"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.

"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.

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! 💜

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ikonislife · 2 years

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Soulmate 3.

- OT7 x Reader

- It’s not all honey and sunshine in the world where soulmates are something of God given will. Will the boys be strong enough to get through the day with their better half or will the relationship will tarnish with the tick of the clock.

-Fluff, slight angst, soulmate au, soulmate!iKon

-Chapter 1: Chanwoo - The Boy with the Baseball Glove

-Chapter 2: Hanbin - The Boy in the Red Flannel

-Chapter 3: Yunhyeong - The Boy in the Chef Apron

-Chapter 4: Bobby - The Boy with the Golden Smile

“Have you ever consider that you might be my soulmate, Y/n?”

You should’ve been flipping table, throwing a fit, destroying your little apartment at the nonchalantness of his question... At the existent of that very question. Yet here you lay, eyes still glue on the white noises spewing from your TV, not even batting an eye at those words. Not to say that it never did... Just, when you had heard that same question falling from the cherry soft lips of your handsome prince of a best friend thousands of times over, somehow, even as magical as Song Yunhyeong is, it had lost its power.

Face it, the topic of soulmate in this day and age, although no longer what it once was, still very much something that could strike the heart of the toughest guys and color rosy every girl’s cheeks.

“No, not really, never cross my mind.”

For any onlooker, that respond was formed almost absentmindedly, a bit too heartless even. However, taken in the dynamic of your relationship with Yunhyeong, it’s anything but. You’d without a shadow of a doubt, unashamedly admit that countless time before you’ve considered it, soulmate, just the simple uttering of the word already sending shiver down your spine... Of course you’ve considered it.

So then why the sarcastic answer? That question itself nearly as loaded as the one he had asked, the kind of question that had been mulled over for so many moon it had began taking root, twisting and winding its grasp around your heart until it was unbearable to even look at him. Because it’s a question too hard to swallow, and so deep that the only respond you could utter without dredging up physical matters of the heart is sarcasm.

For one, you’ve lost count of just how many time Yunhyeong had brought up that very concern. Any sign, need not be one out of the ordinary, just any old sign of your mundane life could be the sign. Grabbing for the glass of water at the same time? Soulmate. Blurting out the same order at a new restaurant for your monthly food adventure? Soulmate. Even getting up to go to the damn restroom at the same time could be a sign for him.

“No shit, Song Yunhyeong, you only mention it like every other second.”

“I know, but have you really consider it though? You as my soulmate?” His sweet voice rings out once more, fighting against the bubbling and clanking of pots in your tiny kitchen.

“I mean...” You pause letting the thought once again steeps your brain in its fairytale liked nature, pausing a bit too long for just how pragmatic and casual you had remained at the sensitive subject. “How much considering can I do when the symptom aren’t there.” You say as your heart clenches with every word your lips utter, why can’t he see that you’ve considered it, dreamt it, wished upon the star it. None of that matter if the cosmic is against you and him, against your heart intertwining in a dance of that searing pain of heartbeat syncing then the beautiful breathtaking moments to follow. The universe is as conniving as it is heartless having your heart’s desire reminding you times and times again of what you can’t have.

You could almost see his heart drops and a frown beginning to form under that dulling smile of his as a soft defeated “you’re right” tumbles from those kissable lips. No matter how hard Yunhyeong tried to hide the disappointment threatening to vomit from the deep corners of his heart and soul with that brilliant smile of his, it’d always be obvious to you because well, you feel the same way.

There’s no denying the physical attractiveness your best friend possesses that quite honestly stole your breath on so many occasions, down right had you staring now and then in the most random moments of life. Not to mention, the chemistry between the two of you could fools stranger into believing you were meant for each other, left people closest to you both wondering how it could even be possible for your hearts not to belong to one another.

It’s not as if you hated when he brings up this topic, quite opposite actually, you love it with every bits of your soul. The idea of having the boyfriend of all boyfriends being the person to have and to hold for the rest of your life, who in their right mind wouldn’t want that. You love Yunhyeong, no doubt about that, long fallen for the caring man and all of his quirkiness sometimes borderline cringy... Long before the fame and success.

You’ve even considered just saying yes, to end both yours and his suffering with one simple word, falling into each other arms and get lost in the moment but you love him too much for that, to rob him of his one true love. What’s more, you love yourself too much to bear the thought of maybe a year, a month, or even a day into this fantasy relationship, his soulmate could be strolling down the street to put an end to all this nonsense. That’s not a pain you want to nor did you think to be able to survive. Alas, this is not a world where two people frivolously fall in love and ride off into the sunset without a care for anyone else but themselves. This is a world where everybody is bound by their destiny no matter how much one detest the outcome. If only the soulmate drug works on ordinary matter of the heart also.

To have him in that moment, to lose yourself in him in that one second is enough for you to be happy for the rest of the days. You love the way he makes you feel as though you’re the most special person in the world, how his smile perks up the moment you step into the room even if he had been dying on the floor from being yelled at by Hanbin for not getting the choreograph right the 10th time that night. It’s comical, stupid even that you’re denying yourself happiness because of some stupid old tradition that meant to ensure the survival of the human race. Aren’t the Earth overpopulated anyways, can the divine stop playing with people’s hearts like sex toys. Life must have a great sense of humor because it had presented you the perfect human being yet all you will ever be allow to call him is best friend.

A quick wipe of his hands on the white apron so snugly tied around his waist, accentuating his fitted figure a bit too well, Yunhyeong returns his attention to the bubbling pot on the stove, delectable scent permeate through your tiny apartment that was much too peasant-liked to fit his prince image. It was your weekly dinner and as always, Yunhyeong has a recipe or two up his sleeves that he’d like to experiment on you before serving it up to the boys. Although by now, there’s an inkling within your heart that the truth is far from that. Since when has the iKon boys really care what their chef make, they weren’t picky enough of eaters for Yunhyeong to be going through such great length. If anything, they’d love it even more if he experiment more with food at home.

Sauntering into the boiling hot kitchen, you did your best to peek from the side of the tall man blocking nearly the whole width of your small stove, slaving away with two pots and a few mixing bowls all at once.

“Yunhyeong, you know we can just do take out, right? You don’t need to work so hard every week cooking for me.”

“Shh, you eat take out too much. Eat some real food for once, plus, I need to practice making these dishes anyways.”

You smile but deep within a sadness lurking about of a future where these weekly “date” will ceased to exist the moment his soulmate comes into play. Cease to exist too will be the flirty banter and carefree playfulness in your words to each other, you will no longer be the only girl he could confide in and snuggle close till you both fall asleep from talking till morning comes. Of course all you want is for him to be happy but you couldn’t help the small part of yourself that want to keep Yunhyeong, to be able to be selfish when it comes to him. You won’t be able to love him any longer and you’re not quite sure how to deal with that, not quite yet. You know Yunhyeong won’t abandon you but the thought of never being anything more than his best friend, it hurts.

Lost in a world without Yunhyeong, you carelessly pick up the boiling kettle steaming away and shouting by the stout oblivious to Yunhyeong screams of warning. The pain scorching your skin not nearly as intense as the pain still lingering in your heart from the hypothetical world and it wasn’t until far too late that you had let go, clanking of the kettle along with the splashing of scalding hot water sear deep into your arms. The pain slowly sinking in, body curling up to cope with the unbearable pain but the frightful scream stolen from your throat, in place of it, a muted gasping of air. Yunhyeong dives to catch you in his arms, your names tumbling from his lips like prayers, wishing it had been him at the receiving end of the caustic boiling liquid.

Mind blank and pain unbearable, seemingly all the functioning braincell you’ve managed to control poured into one thing, tears. Tears overflowing like a broken dam blurring away the panic on his face. Your hands clutching desperately, body pressing tightly against his as if Yunhyeong is your last lifeline in the middle of a category 5 storm.

The how and when seemingly escaped your mind as the next second your frantic mind had gotten a grasp on reality, you were already in a room with blinding lights, kind smiles of the nurse tending to your redden arms sooth just a bit of pain away. Yunhyeong not far behind, feet could barely stay still as he did his best to be out of the way of the nurse. Yet you know, the worry in his eyes, the way he’s balling up the seam of his shirt convey the weight upon his shoulders. No sooner than the nurse had given the poor boy the go head, he flies straight to your side, unsure if it should be a mountain worth of scolding for your carelessness or intense cries of hurt to be first to leave his mouth.

“Yunhyeong, I am literally fine. Cease your worrying!” you chuckle, doing your best to ease the tension off his trembling body but you know that was futile.

“Y/n, be for real right now. Do you know I almost had a heart attack?? How could you be laughing right now?” He gripes, hands already grab your bandaged one with the most delicateness as if it was made out of snowflakes.

“I am serious. I am okay Yunhyeong.” You muttered, although uncertainties ravage your brain. The searing pain in your chest was as real as the first moment you had felt it as your world blurred just a few hours ago. Yet what else could you say but to assure your best friend that all was right in the world. You were convinced his head would explode if you even cough right this second.

“Really? you’re certain?” He questioned you, a strange tone danced between the worries. He finally settled down on the chair beside your bed with an odd expression painted across his face, uneasiness rose in your chest.

“Yea... I think I’d know if I wasn’t okay, dork.” you quipped and settled down too into your bed. Eyes strained on the bright light above, a twinge of nausea rushed through your body. “Hey, you think we can get out of here anytime soon? I don’t feel comfortable here.” You nudged Yunhyeong with a slight smile, tearing him away from whatever dream that was occupied his thought.

“Right, yea, let me check with the front desk.”

Yunhyeong scuttled off and for the first time in a long time, you were glad your best friend wasn’t by your side. A long sigh huffed from your lungs to mingled with the sterilized air of the bustling ER. What was this strange feeling heavy on your chest? In the short hours between a dinner anticipated ruined by your carelessness and now, something between you and Yunhyeong had changed. Something major yet so subtle, tangible yet whenever you reached your fingers forward it dissipated in an instant. What did you missed? Your thought cut short as Yunhyeong rushed back to your side, papers clutched in hand.

“We’re all good to go!”

Another blink and you were back in the passenger seat of Yunhyeong’s car, fast steading home. The silent that was once peaceful now stuffy, heavy. The lyrics vibrating through the dense air of the car, gibberish, nonsense as your eyes trained to the fast passing road. What compelled you to utter these next few words and break the uncomfortable silent, you did not know. However the can of worm your words opened up was one you were wholeheartedly unprepared for.

“Are we alright?” You muttered reluctantly.

Yunhyeong stayed silent. Lips pursed and you could see his knuckles ghosted white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. You could almost hear the gears in his brain churning, carefully calculating whatever it is that was about to come out of his lips.

“You really have never considered us...” Those familiar words breathed from his lips yet it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a joke, or even a statement. The connotation weighed heavy.

“Yunhyeong... You only bring it up every other hour, any sane person would considered.” You tried to lighten the boulders that was this conversation yet it only seemed to made the strange expression on his features soured further. “I think enough happened today, is it really the time to bring this up again?”

“Is it really that preposterous, the idea of us being more than this limbo we’ve both lied ourselves into?” Yunhyeong gritted his teeth and shattered your belief that he could never be anything other than sunshine and happiness.

“Limbo- Yunhyeong if you have something to say then just say it. I don’t think either of us benefit from this dance we’ve done thousand times before.” You exasperated, searing pain still dancing through your chest.

“Is it so impossible, me and you. You’ve never once gave me a straight answer. You keep me around as if I’m an option yet the moment i bring up anything remotely close to suggesting we could be more, you laughed it off as if i’m just a big joke.” The words he spoked, it registered yet it made no sense... a joke? how could he think you thought of him as a joke.

“Yunhyeong, how could you thin-” The words lost within the harsh gasp clawing its way out of your throat, harsh enough to earn concern from Yunhyeong. Fingers hastily pressing at the button to roll down the window, cold air hit your face as tears burned your cheeks. “You think it’s fun for me? To have ever other conversation we have circled the drain right into ‘ha ha what if we were more than just friends’...” Your words fighting, muffling against the wind rushing by. If you could, you’d jump right out the window and evaporate within the wind.

“Well, you’ve never given me any other indication-”

“Song Yunhyeong, have you so wrapped up in your own mind and heart that you failed to consider what it would mean for me to really considered us?” Exasperated, there was no stopping your pain from rushing out now. “For me to let myself fall into this perfect world of being yours, of being on top of the world and in love with my best friend, and then to watch as you get a better... a real soulmate? We all knew this bullshit cosmic chosen one is inevitable and one day... One day I will have to watch you walk out of my life. There goes all our dinner date, the late night phone calls, there go my heart and soul along with whatever time you chose to give me.” Tear, snot, what have you... It didn’t matter anymore. It was not time to be polite, that was long gone. You’ve tried to protect his feelings and yours for far too long now and it bit you in the ass. Perhaps now you both could move on and whether or not this friendship will survive the pain, who knows... Before you knew it, the car had slowed to a stop. Head hung low, Yunhyeong was silent and emotions indecipherable. One thing you were sure of, he was crying, shoulders gently shrugging against the stale air of perhaps the end of you and him.

“I’m sorry.” That was the first thing to break the sniffles coming endless from both you and him. For the first time since the car had halted to a stop that he had looked up at you, dejectedly. “I’m so sorry, Y/n... I know it was selfish of me...”

“It’s okay, Yunhyeong... There was never an easy way for this conversation to happen... No matter what, we’d be hurt.” At the worst moment of your life, your body gave out perhaps from stress, perhaps from the uncertainties of tomorrow. Hand grasping at your chest, a ragged breath barely escape your lips before his hand was on your back, caressing comfort into your chilled skin.

“I’m so sorry I lost my temper... I was just, frustrated. I don’t know how else to make you see the way I feel, symptoms or not... But especially after tonight, I just lost it.” That soft smile, the same one you’ve dream of once more bloomed on his lips. “You are literally hunching over in pain and you’re still denying it.” Confusion cold against all your features. It felt as if all the air had vacated your lungs, your brain, your blood. A sudden lightness taken over as you stared at the boy you’ve loved for so long incredulously.

“What...” That was all you could mustered up.

“Have you not questioned at all why you ended up in the ER? Gave me the worst fright of my life? I mean yea I nearly had a heart attack watching you grabbed the hot kettle bare hand but I know you’re strong. A little burn would have never taken you out like that! The moment I caught you in my arms, it was as if someone had used a stun gun on me. The pain was the worst i’ve felt but it was electrifying!” A cheerfulness levitated, pushing out the cold air that had staled over.

“Wait... You’re saying...” The weight of the world suddenly dissipated and it was as if you could fly. A loud cry left your lips, startling the boy who wasn’t sure if he should laugh or join in with your cry. However that smile, the real smile that he hadn’t seen in a bit blossoming on your lips, it was all he needed to know.

The next second he had draped himself across the middle console and pulled you right into his arms. Cries then laughters emanating from your intertwined bodies. His hand gently running through your hair, caressing away all the worries and all the dreads that had built up over the months, years of pining after him... And yours, gripping tightly on the man that will be yours. There were still much to say, much to hash out before you and him could be “us”. However in this moment, in this second where the realization that what you both had wanted but fear was out of reach was now possible, just silent was enough. You had him and he had you, that was enough. The conversation will be had but it was no longer one that was out of reach. It was one of a certain future, of being together.

The Boy with the Golden Smile. (Coming Soon)

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jeonstellate · 5 months

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[97✙] we got married: moonlight couple — snapshot x

hanbin meets silver’s youngest brother, seohyun.

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south korea.

Silver unconsciously speed-walks, somewhat dragging Hanbin behind her by their entwined hands, heading straight towards a destination she didn’t bother to supply to her companion.

"Shieunie noona!" A young man in a school uniform waves her over as soon as his eyes lands on her. Even from a distance, the smile in his face is noticeable and bright.

She is quick to locate the exact location of the call’s source and tag her partner along towards it. "Seohyunie-ya!" She replies back immediately after they lock eyes.

Once they are steps away from where Seohyun stands, he mischievously smiles at his sister and turns to her companion without another word. "Hello! I’m Shieun noona’s younger brother, Seohyun. You must be noona’s boyfriend."

The stunned expressions on the couple doesn’t escape the youngster, regardless of the fleeting appearance, especially since their shock is immediately replaced by fluster. "Ye— I’m Kim Hanbin. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Seohyun-ssi."

interview.

-NIM: Did you expect your brother to react that way?

MIN: Yes, although I didn’t— I didn’t expect him to be really straightforward about it. [she rubs her neck, as though embarrassed.] I knew he’s gonna assume something since I rarely introduce anyone to them, but I didn’t think he’ll be so blunt about it.

-NIM: Is Hanbin-ssi the second person you’ve introduced to your family, then?

MIN: Third, actually. [she laughs lightly.] Behind Donghyuk-ah and Hyunbin-ah.

"Please don’t be so formal. Since you’re noona’s boyfriend, you can address me like I’m your brother, too!" Seohyun excitedly tells Hanbin, his bright eyes shining. "Oh! Is it okay if I call you ‘hyung’?"

"Yes, of course," he agrees immediately with a nod. The following disappearance of the tense in his shoulders is noted under Silver’s watchful eyes. Her masked smirk, unnoticed by the two men next to her, foreshadows an ‘I told you so’ in the horizon.

"Where were you and Seojunie oppa supposed to go today?" Silver announces a reminder of her presence in a new presented topic before her brother can continue surprising Hanbin and ultimately forget her.

"We were supposed to go driving, I think."

"Ah. Just do that with him next time, then; I didn’t bring a car." She briefly glances at her wristwatch, "Let’s go eat first, then tell me how you want to spend the rest of the day."

"Okay," he agrees. "Can Hanbin hyung come hang out with us?"

"Why are you asking me? He’s literally right there."

Upon her signal, Seohyun turns to prompt his sister’s partner using his eyes. "I have nothing urgent to do today, so . . . let’s go?" He chose not to let the younger man know what they previously agreed on and just follow his lead.

"Yeah!" Seohyun celebrates. "Let’s go!" He then unlinks their still entwined hands, "Let me walk in between you two, though, so I look like your kid instead of a thirdwheel."

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soundsofcicadas · 8 months

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Swan Song, part one

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 2781

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, rain-soaked afternoon and you found yourself carrying a couple of grocery bags, each lightly dampened by the persistent drizzle. The rain had already drenched your umbrella, rendering it almost useless. You let out a sigh and quickened your pace, hoping to reach your apartment before the rain grew heavier. Upon crossing the street, you 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 “Good Oldies,” and a sudden sense of nostalgia washed over you.

“Should I?” you asked yourself with some hesitation. You looked at the groceries in your hands for a moment before a faint smile appeared on your face. Despite them weighing you down, curiosity got the better of you.

You pushed open the creaky door of the record store. A soft bell tinkled above as you stepped in, 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. You set your grocery bags down and began flipping through the albums, each one a portal to a different era. Lost in the world of music, you finally settled on a Billie Holiday record, its cover portraying the singer's side view posing behind a purplish background. As you held the record in your hands, your eyes caught a tall figure browsing by the “Rock” section in the next aisle. Aside from the cashier patiently waiting at the counter, only the two of you were the customers inside. You couldn't help but stare at the mysterious man in front of you. He was wearing jeans, paired with a matching brown corduroy blazer and a baseball cap. You could see him picking up a Bob Dylan record and once he turned around, you glanced up to see his face clearly.

You froze, your eyes fluttered rapidly.

Even if you could only see half of his face you surely recognized him. A jumble of emotions rushed through you – surprise, longing? A twinge of anxiety.

Is it really him? No it's definitely him! Should I approach him? What if he doesn't recognize me?

Without further thought, you took a deep breath and cleared your throat. He was about to walk towards the counter when your voice broke through the soft veil of background music in the sparsely populated store.

“Junhoe?” you called.

Junhoe halted and took a glimpse at you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Your heart sank, but you pressed on moving closely to him. “It's me, Y/n. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids.”

Junhoe turned to face you completely.

“Y/n?” he mumbled.

Familiarity dawned on him as he began examining the stranger standing before him – from the contours of your face, to the soft curve of your cheeks. Your long ebony hair, still dampened from the rain. Your eyes were bright, widened in astonishment. He saw you wearing a long white sundress covered in an oversized baby pink coat, a Lady Satin album in your hands.

You were his childhood best friend, until he dropped out in middle school and left for the city to pursue his dreams. You were 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 you used to exude a carefree spirit when you two were still young. You were one of the boys in the neighborhood and never changed your circle of friends, even when you all started attending school up to your adolescence. He fondly remembered how, during your escapades together, you would match your energy with him and the boys in the group effortlessly. Being the eldest among the six of them, you naturally assumed the role of an older sister. You became their protector against mean kids if any of them were bullied.

Junhoe's gaze lingered on the subtle changes in your style, the way your clothing reflects your femininity. Your posture now carried a touch of maturity but your features still looked youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Gone was the Y/n who hunted for frogs and insects with him in her 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 within your deep brown eyes dimmed slightly, and how you looked down with embarrassment after not receiving a response from him. It caused him a sense of mild panic. He was like a startled bird as he realized he had forgotten to speak.

“Y/n? Is that really you?” Junhoe's response came out nervously, but a slowly growing smile followed.

Your demeanor shifted as relief swept over you; a grin spread across your face. “Yes, it's me! I can't believe it's you too!”

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“You didn’t have to pay for it, you know.” you said shyly to Junhoe, pertaining to the album he bought for you from the record store. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Junhoe sat across from each other in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. The clinking of cups and hushed conversations along with the playing jazz melody formed as a gentle backdrop to your reunion.

“It's not free! You're paying for my coffee.” Junhoe teased, earning a laugh from you.

“You bet it's my treat today!” you nodded with a grin. There was a brief pause when you added,“Thank you Junhoe for coming here with me. I'm not taking too much of your time, am I?”

Junhoe shook his head. “Oh no Y/n! I'm actually on a vacation right now. I was here just a few days ago.”

So this is why he's back. You mused.

Taking a sip from the hot caramel macchiato you ordered, you had a chance to observe Junhoe over the brim of your cup – the white undershirt suited his ensemble that day. You 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 onlookers given the fact that Junhoe was still a celebrity. You didn't mind ordering for him. You knew he wanted to pick a spot away from the prying eyes of customers, hence to where the two of you are now nestled. It offered a discreet setting to catch up after all those years. Junhoe peeked through the misty glass of the cafe's window, where the rain seemed to have turned into light pattering before he glimpsed back at you.

“It's been so long, Y/n. I can't believe we're sitting here after all these years.”

You beamed at him and set your coffee down on the tabletop, “I know, right? Life has taken us on such different paths.”

Junhoe's expression shifted, a hint of remorse tugging at his sharp features. “Y/n, I feel terrible for not keeping in touch, especially considering how close we were.”

Your gaze softened, but your smile was unwavering. “It'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.”

A sudden curiosity piqued Junhoe.

“Proud?” he repeated, his brows creasing from what you had told him.

“How do I say this…” you uttered, your sight dipping to the stain of your lipstick in your coffee cup as if seeking solace. You felt a pang of embarrassment tickling the edges of your consciousness, a quiet voice whispering the fear that your actions might be misconstrued. You didn't want him to think you were some sort of fervent, overzealous stalker. A faint blush tinted your cheeks, your fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of your dress.

”I followed your journey as a singer Junhoe. Your rise to fame was like a whirlwind. Your voice was everywhere.” you divulged. “I even went to some of your concerts to be honest.”

Junhoe's awe hung in the air from your confession, yet he held no judgement from it. He was grateful, flattered to say the least.

Junhoe's lips formed into a warm smile.

“I wish I had known that, Y/n. Thank you.” he said to you with care.

“But I’m definitely not a saesang or anything.” you reassured him. You didn’t dare to meet Junhoe’s eyes because sharing this information with him made you feel exposed, yet you continued, “You 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 have a special place in my heart.”

Junhoe began to feel the weight of your words, a surge of sorrow and regret engulfed him. He reflected on how your connection with each other in the past was unbreakable. His inseparability with you was the envy of the other boys in your circle. You had always favored him, making your bond together a more special one. You stood by him, especially during his appearances in school talent shows and local town festivals. You consistently supported him to the point where you recorded his audition tapes sent to entertainment companies. Junhoe got accepted by YG Entertainment eventually, and your joy that day for him was immeasurable. You even brought the boys with you to accompany him on his first day of training to the company.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n.” Junhoe stated, his face grim. “You 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.” Junhoe was struggling to find the right words, knowing that they might come across as excuses for not reaching out for such a long time. Yet, they were the only words he could muster.

The fervent pursuit of Junhoe's dream to become a singer, resulted in his connections to slip away like grains of sand through his fingers. The rigors of his training consumed his time and energy, leaving little room to see or talk to his circle of friends. Gradually, Junhoe started living at the company's dormitory which made him more detached from them. Their relationship began to fray due to his lack of communication – 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, causing 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 farther from his roots. Recording sessions, 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 flashes 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 how you held onto your belief that he would achieve his aspirations, had affected Junhoe in some kind of way. Your persistence in tracking his path as a singer astounded him. He was profoundly moved how you cherished your friendship after such a long period of being apart.

However at that exact moment, a haunting thought emerged within Junhoe, creeping into the recesses of his mind like an uninvited guest. In your presence, a world he had thought he'd left behind reignited, casting a shadow of pain over him. A bittersweet memory of a dream that had once been within his grasp, disappeared as swiftly as a fleeting breath.

You returned your attention back to Junhoe. It was not your intention to cause him any negative feelings.

“Please don't feel bad, Junhoe.” you pleaded. “We were kids, and circumstances changed. I never held it against you.”

Junhoe had somehow found consolation in your words, although a subtle ache still persisted beneath the surface.

“Thank you, Y/n. That means a lot to me.” he said sincerely.

“I know this may sound too much Junhoe, but I knew then you were destined to be a singer. You weren't meant to be stuck in this town like me.” you declared. “That’s why it made me sad when you retired from music. You were at the peak of your career, but I truly get it and I still support you pursuing other things.”

Junhoe leaned back in his chair and looked at the momentarily forgotten coffee on the table, as if searching for the right answer. He was 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 your 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.

“You're kind to say that.” 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.

“I'm into writing poetry now, Y/n. I’ve published a few books and it’s been therapeutic for me.” Junhoe revealed. “I guess, I’m still part of the music industry. I occasionally produce music for my fellow artists.”

“That’s amazing Junhoe!” you responded, providing him with warm encouragement. “It's incredible how you continue to explore and evolve as an artist. I wasn’t lucky to obtain a copy of your last book though, it got easily sold out!”

Junhoe appreciated your attempt to inject a lighthearted laugh into the 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.

“Enough of me Y/n, how have you been?” Junhoe asked. “Are you still friends with Hanbin and the other boys?”

“Me? Oh, I'm also a writer like you, but it's for a local lifestyle magazine.” You shared, your voice laced with enthusiasm as you seamlessly followed along with his transition of topic. “And yes, I’m still friends with the boys. Hanbin now teaches elementary school kids. Would you believe that?”

“Wow! Really?” Junhoe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yeah. 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 US after graduation, but they live in different states. Dong has his own dance studio somewhere in LA.”

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 opportunity to keep the rekindled connection you both shared, a bond he was determined not to let fade away as he had done in the past.

“Y/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.” Junhoe asked you excitedly.

A glint appeared in your eyes upon hearing the kind gesture. “I would love to Junhoe! That's wonderful because I like art a lot.“

“That's great, Y/n! I'll text you the address.“ Junhoe replied cheerfully, looking forward to seeing you again.

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kgyeomiex · 9 months

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Diamond & Regrets

“Sometimes people leave before we’re done needing them.”

Humiliation is what you’ve experience… You had two options either fight through it or let it go and start over. You did what you thought was best and decided to start over… You were tired of looking like the bad guy because of the decisions you make. For once everything was working in your favor until the past comes back and bit you in the ass. Is there anyway you can ever move on or is there a reason behind this?

*Trying something new and adding gifs throughout the story*

Previous story: Just For A Little Bit (M) Part 1

Previous Chapter: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Part 5

MASTERLIST

Your Point of View

To be honest you weren't sure whether telling Jiyong that you spent time with Mino today was important... You two don't hold secrets, but you were afraid that if you were to briefly mention this minor detail it will blow out of proportion.

You looked at him and debated with yourself...

Maybe it's best if you do mention it regardless if it's a big deal or not. It's better if he hears it come out of your mouth than someone else.

"What did you do today?" You asked as Jiyong continued to drive looking directly at the road.

"I have been running back and forth with meetings, I was getting ready to run out of there." Jiyong has been telling you about his intention of possibly coming out with a new solo album but he's still in the process of putting everything together before doing so.

"Have you started to work on any new songs," you ask him. He glanced over at you and smiled.

"Of course, I have 2 new songs written already,"

"When will I be able to hear them," you ask, and he just smiles.

"Soon... Maybe."

you glanced over and noticed the small notebook he keeps for his song lyrics sitting there in front of you. Even though you were beyond curious to see what he's been working on, you were going to wait until he showed you the final product.

"How about you? How was your day? Tell me all about it," there was no way you couldn't mention Mino as part of your day... After all, you did spend time with him.

The last thing you wanted was for him to find out about this information from anyone else.

"Well, I was taking advantage today and used my time to shop. However, I couldn't get much shopping done because before I knew it, I suddenly bumped into Jihoon and Mino, and they asked if I wanted to go out and eat with them. I couldn't be rude, so I went out to eat with them, we went to the bar for a little but now here I am," you said as you stretched over to hold his hand.

He glanced over at you and nodded his head.

"Well, I'm glad that there isn't going to be any awkward tension if I take you to more parties," Jiyong says and you just nod your head.

To be honest this wasn't the reaction you were expecting to come out of Jiyong. For some odd reason, you were kind of hoping he would have been bothered at least a little by the idea of Mino and you hanging out...

The only reason you wished he would have shown a little more of a reaction is because you wanted that reassurance that he likes you... But you know what, maybe it's better he doesn't show that he's bothered. He must trust you and that's all that matters.

"Well, you already know my views on parties," you reminded Jiyong and he smiled.

"I'll change your mind eventually,"

"We will see about that," you said smiling and he smiled in return.

Maybe Jiyong being unbothered about the situation is for the best? Did you want a jealous boyfriend again? Look what happened between Mino and you...

After comforting yourself you suddenly felt relieved that this relationship was different.

After being out the whole day, you were finally back at home. As you walked over to your bedroom, you dropped off your keys on your nightstand. As you were about to remove your coat, you stopped and looked over at the collection of vinyl.

It's weird...

Before you even went to that party, these vinyl’s did not affect you. To be honest you had forgotten that vinyl’s were something Mino and you used to share. But after seeing him buy more... The memory of the two of you going shopping for vinyl began to appear in your head. How the two of you would play your favorite album, lay in bed and talk, laugh, and absorb the music that was playing in the background.

You weren't necessarily missing Mino, but the memories the two of you hold were suddenly revisiting your mind. It's inevitable to prevent yourself from being some type of way.

All that's in the past, it doesn't matter anymore. You were in a whole new relationship... At least you think it's a relationship. Jiyong hasn't technically asked you to be his girlfriend officially...

You shook your head and ignored your thoughts.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and touched your cheek. Instead of overthinking like you usually do, you should probably relax, have a self-care day, and mask it... Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.

One thing about you is if you miss breakfast, and you remain the rest of the day hungry, you happen to be one of the crankiest people on this planet. If you don't eat you catch yourself getting ready to fight everyone and everything.

Even though you were running late to head to your office, you didn't care. Right now, the only thing you were worried about is making sure you got your morning coffee and some kind of bagel, a sandwich... SOMETHING.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop and luckily since you have become a regular, one of the workers took one look at you and started to prepare your usual order.

At this point, they should just have your picture on the wall.

You felt your phone vibrate. You pull out your phone from your pocket and there you see your assistant already calling.

Should you pick up the phone? Maybe it's something important?

Just as you were about to answer, you don't know what made you look around the cafe but when you did, you took one look to your right, and you spotted a familiar face.

Maybe if you look away you won't get noticed...

Nope...

You were spotted.

It was Jinhwan. You have no problem with him whatsoever. You just didn't know what to expect anytime you encountered him and that was the only thing that had you worried.

As you tried looking away, from the corner of your eye you noticed him approaching you. You decided to completely ignore your phone call and wait till Jinhwan approached you.

As he caught up, you looked over at him and smiled.

“Hey,”

“I knew it was you. I wasn’t sure for a second” Jinhwan says as he caught up and you smiled.

“I thought the same thing when I saw you.” Lies, you knew it was him.

“Well, I’m glad I ran into you. I wanted to ask you something” You were slightly scared of what his question was going to be, but you nodded your head.

“What’s up?”

He looked over at you and smiled.

"Well, I know this is probably weird for me to ask out of the blue especially since we haven't had an opportunity to catch up... But I am having a birthday party tomorrow night in Octagon. I was going to invite Jiyong but now that you're here I was hoping you can let him know and the both of you come along."

You already weren't much of a party person... But you felt bad to decline such an offer.

"Sounds like a good time... I'll let Jiyong know." Jinhwan smiled.

"Perfect. I hope to see the two of you there," you nodded your head and both exchanged goodbye with one another.

It's amazing how the world works... You went from going MIA to everyone in YG after breaking up with Mino and didn't come across a single soul until you started to date someone else from YG again...

Now you see them left and right... And see them anywhere you go.

After the day you had, you came straight home and didn't hesitate to get comfortable quick. You grabbed a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, and your slippers. You threw your hair in a bun and sat down on the couch ready to watch a movie until you decided to go to sleep.

Just as you were slowly dozing off the movie you felt your phone vibrate right next to you. As you grabbed a hold of your phone, without looking you answered the phone.

“Hello,” you mumbled into the phone.

“Did I wake you up beautiful?” You hear Jiyong's voice on the other side of the phone.

“No, I was still awake,” you sat up and decided to wake yourself up.

“Babe,” you know he had something to tell you.

“Yes? What’s up?”

“I have to head over to Tokyo for a photo shoot,” well that’s great. You were planning to ask him about Jinhwan's party but now that he can’t seem to make it… what was the point of telling him?

“That’s short notice,” but you weren’t surprised. Jiyong always had events that would occur at the last minute because of his job.

“I know, they told me I have to catch a flight tonight.”

“How long will you be gone?” You asked him and he sighed.

“I think they said a week,” he was going to leave you for a whole week… wonderful.

You weren’t planning on telling Jiyong about Jinhwan's party but for some reason you felt like you were holding a secret back from him. So, although you had no intentions of saying a thing you decided to tell him anyway.

“Oh… I know it’s pointless to tell you now, but this morning I bumped into Jinhwan. He invited both of us down for his birthday party tomorrow night but since you won’t be in town, I’ll just let him know we can’t go,” you said waiting for Jiyong to respond.

To be honest you were expecting him to agree and the conversation to end from there, but you were wrong.

"Why don't you go?" Jiyong encouraged the idea, and you froze.

It's not like Jinhwan was your ex or anything but Jinhwan is friends with Bobby and there is 99.9% that Bobby was going to be at that party. On top of that, you were pretty sure Mino was going to be there as well.

Although you ended the tension with Mino, you still felt like it would be awkward and weird for you to go to an event where you will be in the same room as your ex and someone you had a situationship with.

“Why would I go?" You were curious to hear what Jiyong was going to say.

"Well, why not? Aren't you friends with Jinhwan?" you were still surprised. I was about to comment on your ex being there and Bobby, but you didn’t bother.

To be fair you weren’t even sure that he even knew about Bobby…

“I mean… you know how I feel at parties.”

“Just got for a little. I feel bad I can’t attend but you can go on both of our behaves” You were speechless to see the support you were receiving coming from Jiyong, but you decided what the heck… what could go wrong?

Mino and you have officially cleared the air and then Bobby and you well… That’s a whole other story.

Eventually, you both began to talk about other things until you ended the convo and caught yourself falling asleep.

There you were standing in front of Octagon with a gift in your hands.

After Jinhwan invited you to his party you were hesitant about coming. But what did you have to lose? You are all civilized adults who can come together as one and be around one another without wanting to kill each other...

Plus, everything that happened was in the past. You were fortunate enough to clear the air with Mino but not so much with Bobby.

Who knows if Bobby has any hatred toward you... It appears to be only one way because on your end you didn't hate the guy. What happened and there was not a thing you could do about it.

You took a deep breath and walked in.

Neon lights were flashing left and right from all sorts of directions. The music was loud enough to hear the bass go off. You saw many different faces hoping to spot someone you knew.

Just with your luck the first person you happened to spot was Mino at the bar.

You were hoping to find Jihwan, but it was hard when there were people all around... Maybe you should approach Mino and have him help you find Jinhwan.

You slowly made your way to the bar.

As you approached Mino you noticed that he was in the middle of a conversation with one of his members. You were planning to walk off and look for Jinhwan yourself but as you were getting closer, they both stopped talking.

Mino's back was facing you so the person talking to him could see you approaching. As you were there and close to the two his friends looked at you and then at Mino.

"It appears that you have a guest,"

"Guest?" Mino says extremely confused, he looked over his shoulder and you were awkwardly standing there feeling bad for interfering with the conversation.

"Y/N, hey," he stood up from his seat and smiled as he saw you right in front of him.

"Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," you blurted out and Mino's bandmate Lee Seung-soon shook his head.

"No, not at all! Y/N, right?" He asked and you nodded your head.

This isn't the first time you're meeting Mino's bandmate. When the two of you were exclusive at one point, you met them a few times but never really had much of a conversation with their hectic schedule. It was more like hi and bye and that was about it.

"Yes, I'm surprised you remember," to be honest you were expecting to have to reintroduce yourself to his friends, but it seemed like they remembered exactly who you were.

"Of course! After all, Mino wouldn't shut up about you," after that go blurted out, you glanced over at Mino and noticed his eyes widened at the sudden confession that way.

Mino wouldn't shut up about you? Is this recent or was this when you broke up?

You were becoming slightly curious, but you could see just from Mino's facial expression how uncomfortable he was starting to become. To avoid creating an awkward environment in today's party you just smiled and looked at Lee Seung-soon.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," Mino noticed how you didn't ask any further questions and seemed relieved.

If this was the old you, then you probably would have asked him questions or made remarks to get an answer but that's all in the past. You're with Jiyong and that's all that matters.

"Where is Jiyong?" Mino asks you and you look over at him.

"He had to travel for work, but I am here on behalf of both Jiyong and I... By the way, have you seen Jinhwan? I want to give him his gift," you said as you lifted your gift bag and he looked at the bag and then looked around.

"I did see him, but then he disappeared."

You took one look to your right and there you see Bobby and Jinhwan talking to one another.

"There is the birthday boy, I'll see you around," you told Mino, and he nodded his head and you approached Jinhwan and Bobby.

You watched the two talk to one another as you approached them.

At least as you walked up to them, they stopped talking and immediately noticed your presence.

"Y/N! You made it. Jiyong texted me telling me he wasn't going to make it and I was afraid you were going to bail on me," Jinhwan says smiling from ear to ear and you shook your head.

Even though you were hesitant to come to the party in the first place, you still decided to come because, at the end of the day, Jinhwan was never rude to you in any way. He always managed to make you feel welcome and included.

"I had to make an appearance even if it's for a little. Which by the way before I forget. . . "You lifted your hand and showed him his present in your hands, "Happy birthday."

You handed him his present and he smiled.

"You didn't have to!"

"But I wanted to, it's the least thing I can do after all you invited me here," you said and then looked over at Bobby who had his eyes on you.

"Hey, Bobby,"

"Hey Y/N," for some reason there was still awkward tension between the two of you and you were hoping that this tension would clear up sooner or later.

"Well since it's my birthday, you have no choice but to take a drink with me," Jinhwan says, and you hesitated a bit.

You weren't much of a drinker, if anything you tend to get nice easily, but one drink won't hurt anyone.

"Just one drink,"

Jinhwan nodded and you followed both Jinhwan and Bobby to the bar.

What ends up being one drink leads to a few more than you anticipated. After allowing the drinks to help you loosen up and allow you to forget all your problems you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

You ended up meeting new people and before you knew it you happened to make new friends and were out on the dance floor dancing to each song that came out.

"Do you want another drink?" Hyeryeon asks you and you shake your head.

"If I take another drink, who knows what I am capable of doing," you weren't in your five senses, however you were still in a sense aware of what you were doing.

"Aw come on just one drink," Subin insisted but you decline the drink.

"What I need is water,"

You excused yourself from the girls and walked over to the bar hoping to get a cup of water to sober you up.

"Excuse me," you tried to get the bartender's attention, but it was crowded by the bar, and it was hard to get service. Awesome.

"Y/N," You looked to your left and noticed Mino right next to you.

This man has been popping up out of nowhere.

"Mino, how are you enjoying yourself?" You asked him and he shrugged.

"Can't complain, but I am not having as much fun as you are," He commented, and you smiled.

"It's nice to loosen up for a change. Sometimes I feel like I feel too uptight and care about what people think...." you realized you were starting to blab a lot more than you probably should.

"I can tell. Coming back for another drink?" Mino asked and I shook my head.

"Well, more like a drink of water. I better sober up or who knows what I am capable of doing," as you said that Mino's eyebrows arched.

"What do you mean?"

The both of you suddenly started to look at one another and for some reason, you caught yourself looking at his lips. Mino's lips were always soft... Now that he has a lip piercing... you were curious how that must feel when kissing him.

You looked back up to his eyes and shook your head and snapped out of thoughts.

"Ooo Nothing... Just ignore me,"

You were pretty sure Mino caught on to what you meant however instead of questioning you he just smiles.

Ah, he is still cute…

You knew that this was alcohol-speaking. You wouldn’t be thinking this way if you were sober or even if you were with Jiyong.

“Ima head to the bathroom,”

You told Mino and he nodded his head.

You walked over to where the bathroom was and pulled out your phone. Maybe if you hear Jiyong's voice you can ignore this random temptation you have to kiss Mino.

As you approached the bathroom doors, you stepped to the side, leaned against the wall, and began to look through your contacts. Without thinking twice, you clicked on Jiyong's name and began to call him.

The phone began to ring.

One ring…

Another…

And then at last you heard his voice.

“Mmm hello?” He sounded like he just woke up… shit.

“Oh! Were you sleeping?” You blurred out.

“I was, but that’s okay. What’s up?”

You now felt bad for selfishly calling him.

“Oh, nothing… I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice… but it’s okay you should go back to sleep,” you tried to rush the call, but Jiyong stopped you.

“You’re fine, I don’t mind ever being woken up by you.” Jiyong always knew what to say.

“Don’t say that you’re going to make me miss you more,” you pouted, and you can hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be back home in no time.”

You felt so much better hearing that.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep, talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll call you when I wake up,” the both of you exchanged byes and you hung up.

Okay… you have Jiyong.

What you two have is exactly what you need.

As you got off the wall you were about to walk away until you noticed someone leaving the bathroom and you saw Bobby.

You two meet again.

“Y/N,”

“Bobby”

You could walk away… cross that you should be walking away but you were feeling bold. You walked up to Bobby and looked at him.

“Can I ask you something?” You told Bobby and he nodded his head.

“Do you hate me?”

Wow, you could have asked him anything and the first question that popped into your head was that? Get A GRIP.

“Why do you ask that?” Bobby even seemed surprised by the sudden question.

“I don’t know. I just feel this unnecessary tension between the two of us every time we are in the same room. I know you and I didn’t leave in the greatest terms … and things happen for a reason, but I just feel like maybe you and I should clear the air.” Right now, was not the time to have a conversation like this but it felt like it…

“I mean I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I tried to talk to you before and you walked away.”

“Maybe I am afraid of hearing what you have to tell me,”

Without thinking twice, you blurted that out and your eyes widened.

“I thought you didn’t care what I had to tell you,” Bobby was suddenly confused by your sudden words.

STOP TALKING, you thought to yourself.

“You know what… you’re right. I should probably go.” you were about to walk away but you suddenly hear Bobby begin to speak again.

"Can I be honest with you,"

You looked at Bobby.

"I would be lying if I were to say I didn't miss having you around. . . I mean I know I screwed up in the past and that's my mistake, but I was hoping we could move past that. I know you are with Jiyong and because of this, I know I will be seeing you around a lot more. I was hoping maybe you and I can be friends. . . What we should have been from the very beginning," you were surprised to hear this come out of Bobby's mouth.

After the incident with both Mino and Bobby, you were upset for some time but eventually, you got over the whole situation when you decided to clean up your act and focus on yourself. Fortunately for you throughout your journey, you met Jiyong and have been good since.

You didn't think about Mino and Bobby since you saw them again but now looking at the scenario you wonder if the universe put all three of you in the same room again to fix the relationship between them and you.

They probably aren't supposed to be in your life romantically but maybe they have another purpose.

"Being friends sound good to me," you told him, and believe it or not Bobby finally smiled at you.

It's been a while since you have seen him grin the way he did.

"Now that we have officially cleared the air, how about we go get a drink for old time take,"

You told yourself you were going to stop drinking for the night but one more drink won't hurt. . . right?

"Let's go,"

You had no intentions of drinking anymore but for some reason when Bobby happened to mention getting a drink you couldn't seem to say no. Instead, it sounded like a great idea, and you went with the flow.

The two of you ended up leaving Jinhwan's party without anyone around you being aware and found yourself in a bar nearby instead.

Bobby handed you your drink and you smiled.

"Don't you think Jinhwan will notice that we are gone?" You asked Bobby and he shook his head.

"I highly doubt it, if we are being honest, I overheard some of the boys say that they were on a mission to get Jinhwan drunk... So, if they succeed, he won't even remember what happens tonight,"

Aw, poor Jinhwan. You giggled and got a hold of your drink.

"Shouldn't one of us be sober to make sure we get home safely?" you asked Bobby before taking a sip and he shrugs.

"I mean we should but what's the fun in that?"

Bobby grabbed his drink and he looked at you.

The both of you cheered and then took a sip of your drink.

*Bzz Bzz*

You felt the vibration of your phone right by your head. Instead of opening your eyes you stretched out your hand and began to feel around hoping to get a hold of your phone. However, the more you stretched out your hand you felt a body next to you instead.

Jiyong is back?

You opened your eyes, looked up, and automatically realized you weren't home. . .

You looked to your right, and you saw Bobby sound asleep...

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

To be continued. . .

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moonlight-yuyu · 11 months

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hello! i was wondering if u could do koo junhoe’s ideal type from ikon. thank u sm<33

here you go love!

IKON Masterlist

Sun: Leo, Sagittarius, Libra, Gemini, Aquarius

Moon: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Mercury: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Venus: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Libra, Gemini, Aquarius

Mars: Virgo, Taurus, Capricorn

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multiphandomunnies · 29 days

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ikon

reactions

harry potter headcannons

s.o sends an inappropriate photo

imagines

jinhwan

look

air

yunhyeong

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you’ve changed

i missed you too

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why did you leave so soon?

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[2:22PM]

It's the third time you've come into the office's kitchen to replenish your water bottle. This time, you caught the new hire trying not to get caught while staring at you. He's much younger than you for sure. Slender and broad shouldered. His thick rimmed glasses and cardigan sweater suggest he's a nerd but the snake tattoos peeking from under his rolled up sleeve and just above his crisp shirt collar suggests otherwise. As does his slicked back dyed blond hair. His ears are pierced but without earrings. Ok so maybe you've been staring at him too. It's not a crime. Before you can speak, he hurries to leave the room. Shy boy. I bet he's got a lot of really fun secrets. On your way to the conference room, you stop by your cubicle to grab your pen and notepad. This meeting is going to absolutely suck ass but at least there will be eye candy and it just happens to be in the smaller room. Lucky for you, there is only one chair left. It is right next to his. You smile politely at him as you sit down. He nods and then looks toward the whiteboard at the front of the room. Your chairs are so close together, you can feel his leg shaking. He's nervous. Cute. But it's also distracting. You gently squeeze his thigh under the table and whisper sternly, low enough for only him to hear: "Stop shaking your leg, unless you want me to ride it." He doesn't move but you see him swallow hard, considering your words. As you start to remove your hand, he begins to shake his leg again-- smirking ever so slightly. He scribbles a tiny note onto the corner of his notepad and angles it toward you without looking at you: "You really shouldn't provoke me, Noona."

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Requests Open

Hi cuties!💕

I have several types of requests open but please know I am open to answering any and all types of astrology requests. They can be K-pop related or just general/about you! Hope to hear from y’all soon❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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P.S. since I get asked this a lot, here are the groups I write for: Bts, got7, nct, seventeen, ateez, enhypen, txt, stray kids, Exo, ikon, blackpink, and twice (I can write for any group but these are the ones I know pretty well)

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noona-clock · 1 year

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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

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 😲

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.

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.

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!

Part 5

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When He’s The Little Spoon ~ iKon Reaction

Jay:

The sigh that came from Jinhwan as soon as he laid down beside you had you full of concern, sensing straight away that his day had been poor.

“I can’t wait for the end of today,” he admitted, knowing that your eyes were watching him as you tried to figure out what was going on with him.

As you cleared your throat you rolled towards Jinhwan, holding him from behind. “If you want to forget about today, why don’t you close your eyes?”

“How can I close my eyes now that you’re here and cuddling me?” Jinhwan softly laughed in reply, “I’ve not got to see you all day too Y/N.”

Your shoulders shrugged against Jinhwan’s back, “we don’t need to lay here and talk, we can just spoon instead. I can tell you’re tired, you don’t need to stay awake just for me.”

“But you’re being all lovely and cuddling me,” Jinhwan whispered, “how can you possibly expect me just to ignore that Y/N?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at how exhausted Jinhwan sounded, “I expect you to ignore it because I’m telling you that it’s fine, I really don’t mind.”

“How did I get so lucky to be with you?”

Song:

A huff came from Yunhyeong as you pinned him down with your legs, refusing to let him try and roll around as you spooned around him instead.

“I’m the big spoon, I’m supposed to keep you safe,” Yunhyeong tried his best to explain to you, but your head shook, refusing to listen to him straight away.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Yunhyeong tried to fight back against you. “Just let me be the big spoon for once instead and make you feel safe.”

“It’s my job to take care of you,” Yunhyeong mumbled, beginning to settle as he realised how much of a fight you were putting up against him.

As he settled, a snigger of relief came from you. “It’s my job to look after you too, you can keep arguing with me but you know I’ll have a response for everything you say.”

“I guess I could be the little spoon just this once,” Yunhyeong finally admitted, “but this is a one time thing, I’m the big spoon.”

You quickly nodded in agreement with Yunhyeong, “you never know, you might actually enjoy being the little spoon and being squeezed instead.”

“I think I much prefer the squeezer.”

Bobby:

Your eyes rolled as you continued to listen to Jiwon complaining about how he always finds himself being the big spoon with his partner.

“I just want to bundle up sometimes,” he vented, looking to you for reassurance in the hope that you understood how he was feeling about his situation.

You struggled to hold back your laughter as you listened to him, “would it make you feel better if you were the little spoon between the two of us instead?”

“What are you talking about?” Jiwon scoffed, shooting a glare in your direction. “This isn’t a time for messing around Y/N, you’re supposed to help.”

You bit down on your bottom lip to try and control your laughter. “Why don’t you just ask if you can try and be the little spoon if you’re that concerned, or I can spoon you instead.”

“I’m not being spooned by my best friend,” Jiwon grumbled, “but do you really think asking would convince her to try it?”

Your head nodded in reply to Jiwon. “Why did you come to me and ask for advice if you’re just going to second guess everything that I tell you to do?”

“Sorry, I promise I’ll try your advice out.”

DK:

A suspicious hum came from Donghyuk as he suddenly felt your arm wrap around his shoulders, pressing your head against his back gently.

“What are you up to? Or what do you want?” Donghyuk asked you almost straight away, wary as to why you were suddenly cuddling up to him for a change.

A chuckle came from you as you listened to him. “I’m not doing anything, I just thought it would be nice for you to be the little spoon for once between us.”

“That’s nice…and unlike you,” he continued to murmur, earning himself a jab in the side from your hand that rested just above where his hip was.

Your eyes rolled as Donghyuk couldn’t help but try and mess around with you. “You always cuddle me so I thought I would cuddle you and make you feel how you make me feel.”

“This is sweet,” he assured you, his voice much more genuine then it was before, “I feel really cosy actually being the little spoon.”

Your eyes watched closely as Donghyuk made himself comfortable, “so, you could get used to being the little spoon between the two of us in that case?”

“I could, as long as you really aren’t up to anything.”

June:

You looked at Junhoe in surprise as he failed to wrap his arms around you when you laid down beside him on the bed like he usually did.

“How about we try something new tonight?” He proposed, an excited glimmer in his eyes. “What about if you be the big spoon and cuddle me?”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you looked inquisitively back to Junhoe. “We can give it a go if you want to try it, you really want to be the little spoon?”

“I’ve always wondered what it feels like to lay properly and be the little spoon,” he admitted, “you make it sound so much fun, I want to see what the fuss is about.”

As Junhoe spoke you rolled onto your side and held onto him, “I bet that after you’re the little spoon tonight you won’t ever want to be the big spoon again, it’s so much fun.”

“I already think I could get used to this,” Junhoe joked, “I can see why you like being held by me so much Y/N.”

You tightened your grip around Junhoe to make the experience even better for him, “I hope you’re going to keep letting me be the little spoon too.”

“We might just have to swap roles I’m afraid.”

Chan:

As you peered over Chanwoo’s shoulder you were drawn straight away to the shy smile that appeared on his face as he felt you closing in.

“This is new,” he laughed, allowing you to slide your arm underneath his so that you could hold on around his waist and keep Chanwoo close to you.

Your head nodded as you rested it down on your pillow, “you’ve been working hard, you deserve to be taken care of for a little while instead tonight.”

“All day I’ve just been thinking about receiving a nice hug, it’s like you can read my mind,” Chanwoo joked, the faintest laugh escaping from him as he spoke.

You took that as a sign to tighten your grip and squeeze Chanwoo, “I’m not the best big spoon, but hopefully this makes you feel a little bit better if you’ve had a long day.”

“It’s perfect,” Chanwoo quickly reassured you, “what would I do without you here to take care of me all the time?”

A chuckle came from you in reply to Chanwoo’s question, “you’re the one who takes care of me, that’s why I’m always the little spoon.”

“Hmm…I could get used to being the little spoon.”

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