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milkybonya · 4 years

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Stella - Junhoe

Warnings: mentions of alcohol! angsty !!

Pairing: drunk!Junhoe x reader

Summary: Your ex, Junhoe, calls you while drunk again. This is inspired by a song titled ‘Stella’ by All Time Low (i recommend listening to it while reading !)

[a/n]: ahh, what’s this? i’ve been in a more angsty mood lately heheh... i’ve included some lyrics of the song throughout this piece :) also, this is definitely worthy of a part two (if anyone wants it, of course!)

three pm, on my feet and staggering / two am, i’m on a blackout binge again

“[y/n]...” you heard Junhoe’s drunken voice through the phone again. He had called you at 3pm, drunk. Now it was 2am and he was calling you while drunk again.

“I miss you, don’t you miss me?” he slurred, chuckling.

i got so many friends / and they keep, keep me coming back for more

The two of you had not been seeing each other for some time. It wasn’t because you didn’t love one another, but your lifestyles did not blend well. Junhoe was always drinking and at parties, but you didn’t always want to join him. You told him to get rid of his bad friends, because they were the ones who kept dragging him to parties. He worried you with his night life, always ending up hurt in some way.

After a lot of heated arguments and disagreements, the two of you thought that it would be best to put an end to your relationship. Junhoe, though, clearly hadn’t been able to move on. He always called you when he got drunk, which was more than once a week. You worried about him so you always answered his calls, but lately you were wondering if that was giving him the wrong idea.

you’re only happy when i’m wasted

“You’re not answeriiiing,” he sang. “Does that mean you miss me? It does, doesn’t it? You must be so happy to hear from me that you’re too shocked to speak.”

“Junhoe, you called me twelve hours ago. Why would I miss you?” you replied, sternly.

“Why wouldn’t you miss meee?” he laughed, then you heard a thud.

feels like i’m falling in love / when i’m falling to the bathroom floor

“Junhoe, are you okay?” you got up from your seat, worried.

“Has the floor always been this cold? Or is it cold now that you’re gone...” he mumbled. You were dying to know where he was and what that thud was. He was turning you into a worried mess and you hated him for it.

“i guess falling on this bathroom floor is just like falling in love. It’s fun and shocking until it hits you and you get hurt.”

Junhoe and his poems... It made your heart ache. If only he had listened to you a little more and tried to party just a little less.

i remember how you tasted / i’ve had you so many times, let’s face it

“I remember kissing you in this bathroom. Your lips were so sweet because of the gloss you were wearing...” His voice sounded raspy through the phone. It was like you could hear him falling apart right at that moment.

You could remember what he was talking about. The time when you were getting ready for a date with him and you decided to put a bit of lip gloss on. Junhoe had walked into the bathroom looking for something, but when he saw your shiny lips, he couldn’t help himself. He kissed you with so much passion that you fell against the sink.

feels like i’m falling in love alone / Stella, would you take me home?

“[y/n]... I feel so lonely. I feel like I’m the only one out of the two of us who still loves, who still misses us. Can’t you just come and take me home? I’m so tired of this,” Junhoe said, in his wobbly voice.

You sighed, but got up to grab your coat anyway.

“Where are you, Junhoe?” you asked.

When he gave you the address, you rushed over right away. It was only when you arrived that you realized where he was. The bathroom of the club where he first met you, where he found you crying.

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haiitanis · 6 years

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DSYLM | Koo Junhoe

❧ SUMMARY: “So baby don't say you love me, cause i'm just a rolling stone.” | JU-NE x Reader | College!AU, FWB!AU

❧ WORD COUNT: 3.1k

❧ RATING/WARNINGS: m / language, smut (dirty talk, marking, edging, unprotected sex, lotsa filth owo)

❧ PLAYLIST: ▶▶▶ (seriously listen to this while reading pls!!!)

If you were honest with yourself, you’d never really liked frat parties, although you supposed Iota Kappa Nu’s weren’t the worst. Not only did they always have strong, good drinks, they also had good music and the parties were always on the calmer side, more of just a kickback than an actual party. As far as the worst parties at your school though, that title most definitely belonged to Beta Gamma Beta, at least in your opinion. The most popular seniors on campus belonged to that fraternity and their parties were almost always the type of ragers to end with the cops being called, something you’d much rather not deal with when you just wanted to relax after a week of classes.

The music was loud in the IKN house, the bass all but vibrating the couch you’d sprawled out on after grabbing a drink from the kitchen upon your arrival. Familiar faces had passed around you, some occasionally stopping by to greet you. Your friends, Rosé and Lisa from the sorority Beta Pi Kappa, had hung out the longest before wandering off to another part of the house to greet their other acquaintances.

Your two friends never really got why you always just relaxed the way you did when you were at parties, especially since you hadn’t always done that. In fact, there had been a time where you’d danced alongside them at BGB’s parties but in the last three months, your attendance to parties besides IKN’s had dwindled to nothing.

But there was another reason you’d started limiting your party going, and it certainly had nothing to do with grades or anything that your friends thought, even though you were getting to the point that you were just over the party scene. No, in truth it had more to do with him. Koo Junhoe. You’d met him at one of Beta Gamma’s parties at the point when you’d grown disinterested in being practically suffocated amidst the crush of people on the makeshift dance floor and made your way into the kitchen, where you’d lifted yourself onto the counter with a red Solo cup in your hand.

You’d all but zoned out when a male voice spoke close to your ear. “Bored?” he’d asked, shooting you a cheeky grin when you practically leaped out of your skin.

“I wasn’t until you showed up,” you’d retorted, tone sharp. Normally, a sarcastic comment or two would send most guys at these parties on their way, likely off to find someone easier to flirt with. But not him.

Instead, he leaned onto the counter beside you, that brazen smirk never leaving his face. “Cute, that was really cute,” he replied, tilting his head at you. “Bet I can turn that around really quickly, though.”

Normally you would have just ignored the guy, but something about his smile and the way he hadn’t been put off by your attitude intrigued you. “Bet you can’t,” you’d shot back, unable to stop your own lips from turning up in a slight smirk. That had been the first time you’d met Junhoe.

You’d run into him a few times after that; grabbing a coffee from the campus cafe, at another couple Beta Gamma parties. The third party you saw Junhoe at, he’d found you on the dance floor. His large hands had found your waist, pulling your back to his chest as you moved against him to the beat thrumming through the cheap speakers in the frat house. That was the first night you found yourself in Junhoe’s bed.

After that, you’d fallen into something of a friends with benefits arrangement with him. Every time you’d see him at a party, you’d wind up in one of your beds by the end of the night, something that had been going on for months now. And tonight would be no different.

The next time you went to sip from the cup, you frowned when you found it empty. Pushing yourself off the couch, you meandered through the somewhat crowded house towards the makeshift bar.

“Hey, _____!” a familiar voice called out before a heavy arm was finding its way over your shoulder. When you turned to face the owner, you were met with the smiling face of one of your philosophy classmates, Minho.

He fell into step with you as you made your way into the kitchen. “Hey, how’s it going?” you responded, shoving your cup into the trash bag before grabbing a fresh one off the counter and dumping a generous amount of Disaronno into it, cracking open a Dr. Pepper and pouring it over the liquor, then taking a sip.

The whole time, Minho watched you with a raised eyebrow, laughing when you wrinkled your nose slightly at the taste of alcohol. “Make that a little too strong?” he questioned, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Absolutely not,” you shot back, offering him a relaxed smile. “If I’m not drunk at this party, then what’s the point?”

Minho snorted, a smile crossing his lips. “You’re not wrong there,” was all he said.

You continued to talk to Minho in the kitchen for a while, laughing loudly at one of his jokes. The sound must have caught some attention because not thirty seconds later, Junhoe stormed into the kitchen. “Can I talk to you?” he snapped, his fingers circling your wrist as he tugged you out of the kitchen.

You offered Minho a shrug, then a wave as Junhoe all but dragged you up the stairs. After letting him pull you almost halfway down the hall towards his room, you’d had enough and planted your feet, forcing Junhoe to stop. “What, exactly, is your problem?” you hissed, jerking your wrist out of his grip.

“You are,” he growled back, stepping towards you and forcing you backward until your shoulders hit the wall, jealousy evident on his handsome features. “I know we aren’t dating, but do you have to flirt with guys right in front of me?”

The glare that you shot him might have killed a lesser man than Junhoe. “You said it yourself, we aren’t dating,” you hurled back. “Anyways, I wasn’t flirting with my friend but even if I was, it’s none of your business.”

That was all it took for Junhoe to snap. His long fingers found their way into your hair and he tilted your head back before smashing his lips against yours, leaving you gasping for air even as you looped your arms around his neck. By the time his mouth left yours, moving to your throat to litter it with kisses and bites, your lips were already swollen.

Junhoe’s hands found your hips, then he was lifting you and you were wrapping your legs around him as he kept you pressed firmly against the wall. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging at the dark strands until he growled against your skin. He left violet marks across your throat in places that would be visible to anyone looking at you. You knew exactly what he was doing, he was practically branding you so that anyone who looked at you knew who’s you were.

When he was satisfied with the marks he’d decorated your neck and chest with, Junhoe leaned back slightly to admire his work, all while keeping you pressed tightly to the wall. “There we go,” he muttered, sounding proud of himself. His eyes met yours for a heartbeat before he was burying his face in your hair, his lips close to your ear. “Now everyone knows that you’re mine.”

“Who said I was?” you retorted, although the breathiness of your voice gave away just how much you wanted him.

Junhoe glowered at you slightly, but there was no malice in it. Then his lips were on yours again and your back was off the wall. He started down the hallway towards his room and you kept your limbs wrapped tightly around his neck and waist until Junhoe was kicking his door open and dropping you onto his mattress. You’d managed to catch the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head as you pulled him down on top of you, running your hands over his muscular torso and trailing your nails over his skin.

“What’s with you today?” you gasped out but Junhoe ignored you, focusing his attention on stripping you of your clothing, his hands slipping under your shirt to trace along the bottom of your bra.

Practically before you knew it, you were both completely devoid of clothing, his warm skin pressed against yours and your hands in his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a whine when he pushed his hips against yours, grinding his hardened length against your core.

The sound made Junhoe smirk. “You like that?” he asked and you caught sight of the cocky look on his face before his lips were finding your collarbone and he started to work his way down your chest, stopping to caress your chest for a moment before moving further down along your abdomen. When he reached the apex of your thighs, he looked up at you, his warm breath fanning against your heat. “I know something else you like better.”

Then he licked a stripe along your slit that had your hips bucking up for more. In the time that you’d been seeing him, you’d quickly found out that Junhoe enjoyed teasing like no other. When it was up to him, he’d leave you squirming on his mattress for as long as you could stand. Today seemed to be one of those days as he dragged his tongue slowly through your folds, drawing back just before he reached your clit, his dark eyes watching you writhe in an effort to get his mouth where you wanted it most.

After a few more teasing licks, Junhoe finally gave you what you wanted, one of his hands moving to hold your hips down as he lapped at the bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to elicit a moan from you.

When he slipped a finger inside of you, pumping it slowly, you gasped, one hand dropping to his head and tugging at his hair. “Junhoe,” you whined his name when he slowed down right when you could feel your orgasm building, drawing you close to your breaking point. When he knew you’d come down from the edge, he started his ministrations all over again, pushing you almost to your orgasm over and over until you were nearly in tears. As the sensation ebbed yet again,––you’d lost count of how many times he’d pulled back after the fourth, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure––you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thighs before he was moving to hover over you again.

“Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get to come tonight,” Junhoe told you, voice low and rough as his lips found yours. You could still taste yourself on his mouth as his tongue slipped past your lips. When he broke the kiss, you chased his lips for a moment before letting your head flop back onto the mattress. He leaned back down, his nose brushing your cheek as he drew in close enough to whisper heady words in your ear. “But when you do, it’ll be around my cock.”

You couldn’t help the whine that left you at his words but he muffled it with his lips when he leaned down to kiss you again, the head of his cock brushing enticingly along your folds. You twisted your hips, desperate for more friction, but Junhoe reached between your bodies, fitting himself to you before sliding into you.

Junhoe hissed through his teeth at the feeling of your walls wrapped around his length. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his chest was pressed against yours and connecting your lips.

He moved slowly, unusual for him. In the past, your hookups had always been fast and rough, a quick fuck with only one goal in mind: getting off. But something about tonight was different, you could tell. It was more than just the pace, it was the way he’d gotten jealous and possessive earlier in the kitchen. It was the violet bruises that littered your throat and chest when Junhoe had pressed you up against the wall in the hallway. It was the way he was declaring you as his own.

You let out a sharp gasp when Junhoe thrust into you hard, still maintaining his slow pace but starting to roughen his motions, his hips surging forward into yours. His mouth found yours, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss as your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the strands until Junhoe was groaning against you.

When he broke the kiss and pulled out of you, you let out a whine that put a smirk on Junhoe’s face as he rolled off of you, his back hitting the mattress. “Come here,” he husked, holding his hands out to you and guiding you to swing your legs over his hips, positioning your core over his length. You ground against him for a moment but Junhoe was having none of it and before you knew it, he was sheathed inside of you again.

You circled your hips and he inhaled sharply, his eyes dropping closed as you repeated the motion. Junhoe shot up, his hands finding your hips and stilling your movements, your chests pressed together. “Keep that up and I’ll come sooner than I want to,” he told you, his tone almost scolding. To your surprise, it made you smile slightly.

Despite his forceful hold, you ground against him slowly. “Isn’t that the goal?” you teased softly, your lips close to his ear before ghosting along the side of his throat and along his collarbone.

“No, I don’t think so,” he murmured, twisting until you gave in and kissed him, slow and deep. Junhoe’s grip on you loosened slightly and you lifted your hips before dropping back down, dragging a low moan from Junhoe’s lips.

You just hummed in acknowledgment before continuing your movements, lifting and dropping your hips as you kissed down Junhoe’s neck, leaving plum marks of your own across his golden skin as he groaned low in his throat. One of his hands, which had been caressing your waist before, moved to tangle into your hair as he guided your lips to his.

This time when he broke away from you, his hand moved to grip your chin and he held you in place, keeping you practically nose to nose with his mouth hovering over yours so you felt his warm breath fan across your lips. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze raking over your face in a way that made you feel so much more exposed underneath him than you had moments before despite your nakedness.

“What’s with you tonight?” you muttered, twisting your face away from him as you felt heat spread across your cheeks. It was clear as day that you were throwing emotional brick walls up but it took Junhoe a moment to relent, his sharp eyes not leaving yours for what was possibly the longest heartbeat of your life. In fact, when he did break away from you to bury his face against your shoulder, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

Junhoe mouthed slowly at your skin and you let out a gasp when he nipped at a sensitive spot at the base of your throat, likely leaving yet another bruise to decorate your skin as his hands moved to your hips to guide your movements. When he laid back, propping himself against the pile of pillows, Junhoe pulled you with him, keeping your chest pressed against his.

Before you knew it, he was flipping your bodies over and pinning you to the mattress, his hips snapping forward repeatedly, finally reaching a pace where you could feel your orgasm building from the low simmer it had been stuck on in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t stop the way that his name fell from your lips like a prayer, mixed in with the occasional swear once he leaned back enough to reach a hand between your bodies and massage your clit.

It didn’t take much for him to push you over the edge, the pad of his finger circling your nub until you were coming with a loud moan of his name. Your walls squeezing around his length was enough to have Junhoe at his own end as he buried his face in your neck. “I love you,” he groaned against your skin, both of you freezing as the words left his lips.

You weren’t even sure you’d heard him right. Had Koo Junhoe, the same man who’d declared he’d never catch feelings the first time you’d slept together, just confessed to you? He was still frozen over you, aside from his body shuddering from the pleasure and the overstimulation of your walls still squeezing around his now softening length.

“Did you just say––” you breathed, still shocked by his confession.

Junhoe said nothing, instead opting to bury his face deeper into your shoulder. “Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” he mumbled, the words muffled by your skin. “Just forget it, please?”

You twisted, shoving his muscular body off of you before maneuvering yourself on top of him and pinning his wrists above his head. You both knew it wouldn’t take much for him to break your hold but for some reason, he made no effort to free himself. “I’m not going to forget it, so just tell me,” you snapped at him, watching as Junhoe turned his head to look anywhere but at you.

“Fine! I love you, okay? I went and fucked up and fell for you,” he finally looked at you, eyes blazing when they met yours. But you couldn’t tell what emotion it was behind his gaze. “So just go ahead and end it, just like you said you would if either of us––”

You cut Junhoe off there. “Oh, do you ever shut up?” you questioned with no malice in your tone before your lips collided with his and you released your hold on his wrists to tangle your fingers tightly into his hair, tugging at the roots until he was groaning against your mouth. When you finally broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his before you spoke. “I love you, too, you jerk.”

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roh-tae · 7 years

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Exchange

sequel to “For Once”

length: 1, 244 words

a/n: y’all FINALLY!!! I received SO many requests for this sequel. Like probably the most I’ve gotten for any sequel lol. I have rewritten this like 15 times, but I finally got some good inspiration and rewrote it to be the way it is now and I’m happy with it. So hopefully y’all are too :)

You couldn’t believe that for a second you thought Junhoe would actually come to you. When you sent him the response, come and see me for once?, he didn’t even bother responding. Later saying he was stuck at the studio and was gonna ask you to come so he could get a break in.

Despite how much you hoped that things could be different with Junhoe, it didn’t seem like you would get a chance at something more.

Junhoe hadn’t heard from you in weeks. He sent multiple texts, hell he even tried calling. But he got nothing in response. Sure he knew you two weren’t exactly on good terms. You did tell him things between you two were done. But he thought that asking to talk made things a little better. Though that talk never happened since he wouldn’t come to you. He was busy, as always, but he was busy nonetheless.

He’d thought about what you said. A lot. How you wanted things to be different. And he wondered if, maybe he did too. In the beginning he convinced himself that things with you could be no more. He couldn’t catch feelings or fall for you. Which he was sure he hadn’t. But after hearing that you had, and with how much you’ve been ignoring him. He realized that maybe there was something more.

But he wasn’t ready for a relationship, though he’d love one with you. You being the only girl he’d ever really gotten to know. Sure it was only in his bedroom, or wherever you two would meet. He felt comfortable with you, he wasn’t some famous idol to you. Though that was also the reason he wasn’t ready for a relationship. Because he was a famous idol. His schedule constantly taking him here and there. Having him work practically all day. He’d never have time to see you if something were to develop between the two of you.

It just, it wouldn’t be fair to you. He wasn’t so much worried about himself. He was worried about you. And maybe that’s why he didn’t want to catch feelings in the first place. Why he was so cold and never reciprocated. Never came when you asked, always having it his way. Because he hoped that you wouldn’t fall for him and vice versa. He knew that if that happened it would only end up with you getting hurt.

But it seems as if that happened anyways.

“Yah! Junhoe!”

Junhoe was quickly snapped from his thoughts as Jiwon threw a crumpled up paper at him. “Huh? What is it?”

“Um, I said. Do you have any ideas for the song?”

Junhoe just sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. “Let me guess, thinking about y/n? What did she text you this time?”

“Nothing, the same as last time. And the time before that. I messed up big time.”

Jiwon just laughed, clicking away at the computer as he tried to finish the song he’d been working on. “Well, you know I thought you having a friends with benefits relationship was a bad idea. And you definitely didn’t help by being so freaking one sided with it. I mean, I get we are pretty busy. But there definitely were times you could have gone to her. You just chose not to. I know why you didn’t, you know why you didn’t. But, does she know why?”

Junhoe tried to act as if he didn’t know what Jiwon was talking about, but Jiwon saw right through it. “Oh please, you think I don’t know what’s up? You don’t think you can handle a relationship right now. So, you were an ass to her hoping that she wouldn’t catch feelings. But she did, and so did you. Now you don’t know what to do about it.”

“I know what I want to do. I just, I think it’s too late for that.”

Jiwon sighed, spinning his chair to face Junhoe. Taking his attention away from the computer for the first time all night. “Look. If she really does like you, even though you treated her pretty shitty. Then maybe she’ll give you another chance. But you have to explain yourself, and be honest. She might not like it, but at least you will be telling her the truth.”

Junhoe nodded, but sighed once again as he looked at his phone to see that you still hadn’t read his message.

“That is, if I can ever get her to talk to me again.”

Jiwon now facing his computer once again just shook his head, cursing Junhoe for how oblivious he could be at times. “Don’t wait for her to talk to you. You talk to her.”

Taking in his words Junhoe checked the time then quickly got up grabbing his jacket. “Yah! We need to finish this song! The deadline is tomorrow and we are so far behind!”

“I’ll be back. But this is important.”

Practically running down the sidewalk, bumping into a few people along the way. Junhoe kept thinking back to what Jiwon said. You talk to her. He was right. This whole time he’d been waiting for you to talk to him. But he was the one who needed to talk, to explain his actions. All he needed was for you to listen. And right now that was all he could hope for as he continued on.

Approaching the building that was almost foreign to him, he stared at it for a moment. Taking a moment to try to gather his thoughts and make sure he did things right. Heading inside he tried to remember if it was floor 4 or 5. Slightly cursing himself for not knowing, he guessed as he headed up the stairs. Wanting more time to think.

Reaching floor 4 he luckily remembered which door he needed, taking a deep breath as he approached it. Preparing himself for the worst, but hoping for the best.

You hated to admit it, but here you were. Still losing sleep over Junhoe. Though you’d ended things, or so you thought. He still kept texting, and calling. Wanting to talk but never wanting to come to you to do it. And you were done giving into him.

But here you were, staring at his texts that were on your screen.

[Junhoe]: please, can we talk

[Junhoe]: I know I keep saying I’m too busy to meet you. But it’s the truth.

[Junhoe]: I promise I have a good explanation for everything

You’d attempted to type a reply a few times, but nothing felt right. What was there to say? Nothing you said ever made a difference. Nothing you said ever made him come to you, to just for once reciprocate something. Tossing your phone to the side you got up. Figuring if you couldn’t sleep you’d distract yourself with snacks or something other than Junhoe.

But as you got to the fridge, a soft knock came at your door. Looking to the clock noticing how late it was you were confused. You weren’t expecting anyone. And as you checked the peep hole you were shocked. Unlocking the door and opening it to see him standing there. A sight you had only dreamed of. Junhoe let out a sigh of relief as he saw you standing in front of him, not slamming the door in his face like he was sure he deserved.

“I’m here. And, I’m ready to talk.”

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toljunhoeistol · 6 years

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Aish, he's so pretty

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mochiinet · 7 years

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2) “It reminded me of you.” - 100 Ways to Say I Love You

Characters: IKON’s Junhwe & OC

Word Count: 2437 words

Summary: It’s been at least ten years since you’d last seen each other and you come across each other as you’re heading home from a long day at work. The person you bump into is your ex who you hadn’t talked to since you left for America ten years ago. Once you guys start talking, you end up heading to your old hang outs and reminisce about your high school days…

It was an overcast day, the night stars were completely covered by the daunting rain clouds, and you were heading down your usual route back home from the subway station. You passed by all of the newer buildings and bright and lively stores until you reached your more calm and quiet neighborhood. Even though it was your everyday route, every so often you’d walk slower and reminisce your school days before you’d left to New York to study abroad for college. Since you’d just finished up a large project at work, today was one of those days. Your neighborhood was old fashioned, many of the buildings were over fifty years old, and people their neighbors. And because of that, there was always something for the old ahjummas and teens to gossip about.

You had gotten off early, but it was still already around 7pm, and you decided to head to your favorite restaurant to grab a quick meal since your apartment was a mess and your fridge was empty besides a few old soju bottles and energy drinks. You didn’t spend much time at home during projects, except to sleep, but it somehow still managed to be a pig sty every time. As you walked through the lamp-lit streets, your eyes followed the old fashioned, brightly shining restaurant and shop signs. Groups of young girls and boys in uniforms passed by you, arms linked with snacks in their hands, and it reminded you of your school days. Stopping for a second as a group of girls passed by you, you looked down at your clothes. You compared the monotone blouse, blazer, slacks and wedges you were wearing, to their bright and colorful uniforms and backpacks. *Sighhh, I miss being a kid…* You shook your head a little and continued on to the restaurant.

You were still looking at the students on the street as you turned a sharp corner, but instead of continuing, you bumped into someone and were pushed backwards. “OOF,” You heard the person grunt as you made impact and you yelped a little yourself. Something dropped on the floor and you quickly regained balance and squatted down to pick up what had fallen. You picked it up and straightened yourself, looking at him. It was a man, his face mostly covered by the shadow of his hood and he honestly scared you a little. His stature was decently tall, and from the impact you could tell he was well built. You moved back a little as he regained his balance and when he looked up, his hood fell back slightly and the street lamp light revealed his face. He wore an irritated expression, but it faded in an instant when he saw you. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite pin point why. And then he spoke. “____?” His voice rang in your ears and your eyes widened. “Junhwe?” You asked. He nodded and your mouth opened in surprise as you looked at him. His voice was unique and you had heard it so often that you’d never forget it.

“Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Not really knowing what to do. “We’re on tour right now, our show was at the stadium, and I thought I’d take a little look around the neighborhood and see how much it’d changed.” He said, running his hands through his hair, trying his best to avoiding eye contact as you unknowingly stared into his soul. “Oh wow that's so crazy, what are the chances we'd see each other…” You said, still not taking your eyes off of him. It felt like a weird dream, seeing him in front of you. It’d been at least ten years since you’d last seen him and you’d both grown up so much. “Yeah, it’s been so long, like almost ten years or something right?” He said, thinking. “Yeah I think so.” You agreed. “Oh, sorry for bumping into you, I wasn’t watching where I was going, here’s your phone.” You quickly handed him his phone and he mumbled a quick thank you.

“Uh, are you busy?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow, not yet giving an answer. “I got off work early today and was going to head to Jun ahjussi’s restaurant to grab something to eat.” You explained. He checked his phone and as it was still pretty early, he agreed. The two of you headed back the way he’d come from, engaging in slightly awkward small talk. “So what are you doing these days?” He asked. “I work at a prosecution firm in the city. We just finished a big case earlier today so I got off early.” You explained. He nodded. “How about you? I don’t really have time to keep up with idol media these days.” You asked, a slightly playful tone in your voice. He smiled. “We’re on our seven year anniversary this year, can you believe that?” He said, looking at you to emphasize the large length of time. You laughed. “Time passed by so quickly don’t you think?” You said. “Honestly though.” He agreed. A slightly more comfortable silence enveloped the two of you as you continued down the street.

You reached the restaurant and slid the door open. “Welcome!” The familiar hostess at the cash register welcomed you guys and she smiled when she saw you. “Get off work early?” She asked, grabbing two menus for you and Junhwe. “Yeah we finished the case today.” You said with a tired smile. She laughed and walked you to your usual table and Junhwe sat first. The hostess was slightly older than you, and she was the owner’s daughter. You’d had many conversations with her since you came so often, and she became a good friend of yours over the years. She leaned over as you were taking your blazer off. “I want all the details later.” She said, patting my back as she left to go to the kitchen. You laughed and rolled your eyes as she walked away. “Still come here often?” Junhwe asked, looking around at the extremely familiar scenery of the old fashioned restaurant.

“Yeah, I probably come here at least twice a week.” You said as you sat down across from him. “You still sit at the same table.” He pointed out. “You remembered.” You said, smiling. “The place looks exactly the same.” He said. “I’m glad they’re still here, I don’t know what I’d do without them. The city is starting to expand into the neighborhood and I’m getting worried.” You confessed. He frowned and sighed. “Well it seems like a lot of people still come here though.” He said looking around at all the full tables. It was a bit noisy, but you were used to it and it made the atmosphere brighter. “We used to come here all the time.” He said, looking at you. You nodded, looking back at him. Slightly flustered by the eye contact, you looked down at the menu, even though you already knew what you were going to get. He smiled a little and looked down at his menu as well.

You were a bit nervous, and it was because of him. Ten years ago, the two of you had been dating in high school. You were the secret “it” couple that only a few knew about. You had been a good student, studies were something you’d excelled at and you were always at the top of your class. Junhwe on the other hand slacked off a bit more and wanted to be a singer. Because of your different work ethics, you never really had a chance to talk or even really see each other. You were in the classroom or the library, while he was out on the field playing soccer or basketball. Seeing him in class, you hadn’t thought much of him, he wasn’t any competition and he seemed unmotivated in school. Until one day you’d been assigned to tutor him by your homeroom teacher since he was falling behind in math and ever since then the two of you instantly clicked. You’d spend hours after school tutoring him, but also talking about yourselves to each other. He’d told you about how he wanted to be a singer and he sang for you one day, and that’s when you fell for him.

Your tutoring session turned into study dates and after studying, you’d go out and play at noraebangs, arcades, etc. and grab a bite to eat at Jun ahjussi’s when you got hungry. However, you’d also told him how you wanted to study law in America, and your parents applied for you to study abroad halfway through high school. Your relationship got cut short as you flew half way across the world to New York and he was accepted as a trainee at YG Entertainment. The two of you hadn’t ended on horrible terms, but after you left, you didn’t keep in touch. Occasionally you’d think about him and check out articles online, but you’d always felt he was “the one that got away” and you wondered what would’ve happened if he’d stayed.

The hostess came back and took your orders and you sipped water quietly as he checked his phone. People hadn’t recognized him yet, partially because they were too focused on the food, but also because he was pretty hidden, back to the rest of the restaurant while I could see everything from my seat in the corner of the room. “Oh, we travelled to New York the other week.” He suddenly re-kindled the conversation. “Really?? How was it?” You asked excitedly. “We’d been there a couple times before, but we never got a chance to really look around. But this time we got a chance to walk around and hang out. We went all sorts of places…” He continued talking about New York and you nodded, picturing him in all the places he mentioned. “I actually stopped by your college too.” He said. “Oh my god really?! Why?!” You laughed at his confession. “We had some extra time before we left on the last day and we passed by it on our way to eat lunch. We passed by that large building at the front of the school, the all glass one where you can see everything inside. It reminded me of you.” He said.

You froze a little and you fought the smile creeping up on your face. You laughed a little as you felt your face flush. He laughed too and you could tell his ears were getting a little red. “It was so pretty, I could totally picture you studying in one of those rooms you know? Not paying attention to the streets and people taking pictures, just your head stuck in a book.” He teased. “Honestly that’s pretty spot on, I was there almost every day for hours on end.” You said, laughing. You continued to talk and soon, Jun ahjussi walked out from the kitchen personally and served your food. “Jinnie said you came here with a boy, and I just had to see this. I had a feeling it would be you little rascal.” Jun ahjussi said, ruffling Junhwe’s hair in a fatherly playful way and you laughed. “Does she come here with boys a lot?” Junhwe asked, 100% intrigued, looking at you. Jun ahjussi laughed heartily. “Nope, she’s always alone. I was afraid she didn’t have any friends. That’s why I had to see who she’d brought.” He said.

“You’re still such a loner ____!” Junhwe laughed. “Oh shut up…” You glared at him and crossed your arms in front of your chest. Jun ahjussi laughed and pat your shoulder. “Enjoy the food!” He said, heading back to the kitchen. Junhwe was all smiles and you laughed. You guys continued to catch up as you ate and when you were done, you took a quick picture together in front of the restaurant. You took one for him by himself to upload on social media, and then you guys headed back onto the streets. “Do you still live in the same apartment?” He asked, recognizing the familiar route you were leading him down. “Yup, my parents moved out though so it’s just me. Sometimes my sister stays with me when she’s in Korea.” You said. He nodded. You were almost back at your apartment and it started to rain. “Do you have an umbrella?” He asked. “No…” You covered your bag under your blazer as much as you could and he shed his jacket. ��Come on!” He said, draping it over the two of you as a cover. You laughed as you jogged through the rain to the covered front steps of your apartment building.

You helped him wipe the water off from his large coat and you looked at him as he shook his hair like a dog. He was a lot better looking and he seemed a little bit more mature than he was in high school… only a little bit. You laughed to yourself and he looked at you. “I’m handsome right? I saw you staring.” He teased. You rolled your eyes. You handed him his coat back and wiped yourself off. “You didn’t disagree~” He sang playfully. You smack his arm and he glared. He teased you again and you were about to smack him again, but this time he caught your arm and looked at you. “Yah…” You tried to pull your arm away, but he held on tight. “I missed you.” He said quietly, trying his best to keep eye contact, but you kept looking away, but your eyes wen back to his. “Everything reminded me of you. Even after all these years.” He said, embarrassed, but truthful.

“Me too.” You said. “Walking these streets everyday, sitting alone at Jun’s… Everything.” You hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he was always at the back of your head. He was slightly surprised, but you were too. He smiled and pulled you into a hug. You smiled a laughed a little, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m so glad I decided to come here today.” He mumbled. “Were you trying to run into me?” You asked, pushing away from him a little to look at his face, realizing the possibility. He avoided eye contact, and you could see his slightly red ears. “Maybe…” He confessed, making you laugh really hard. “Yah!!” He pulled you back so he didn’t have to look at your face and you continued to laugh, getting short of breath. “You’re crazy.” You said. “I know.” He said, kissing your forehead.

I’ve honestly had this scenario in my head for the past like year or something, but I never finished it, so today I revamped it and finally finished it LOL. It’s not the best, but it’s definitely better than what I had from a year ago LMAOOO Let me know if you liked it, if there are any mistakes I should fix, or whatever you want :) Please follow!!

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insanelycrazymaro · 4 years

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This song is so GOOD. The views could be better though. The hardworking boys deserve more recognition than this. Please, if you have time, stream ikon - Dive. It’s different but it will surely be one of your favorite. It’s already my favorite. 😂

#ikon #jinhwan #bobby ikon #kim jinhwan #kim jiwon #song yunhyeong #yunhyeong #kim donghyuk #donghyuk #donggu #junhwe #ju-ne #chanu #chanwoo #kim hanbin #dive #song recommendation #favvvs

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seventeevee · 4 years

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#maleidolsedit #mgroupsedit #fyiedit #ikonedit #iKON #B.I #Bobby #Jinhwan #Donghyuk #Junhwe #Yunhyeong #Chanwoo #e: 죽겠다

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noona-clock · 4 years

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iKON When You’re Sick

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Hanbin

To be honest, Hanbin wouldn’t really know what to do if you’re feeling sick. You would most likely have to ask him to make you soup or tea or tell him what kind of medicine to get at the pharmacy. But, one thing’s for sure, he’ll definitely know how to make you feel better emotionally. He’ll constantly ask how you’re feeling, and he’ll show you/tell you how much he loves you even though you look pretty disgusting.

Jinhwan

When you’re feeling sick, Jinhwan will be so heartbroken. He’s upset because you feel bad, but he’s also upset because he can’t cuddle you or be close to you without getting sick himself. He’ll make you hot tea if you ask for it, though his first instinct will be to get you a glass of red wine because of all of the antioxidants and it’s super healthy for you!

Yunhyeong

Are you kidding me? The first thing Yunhyeong will do once he finds out you’re not feeling well is to cook you something. He probably has a secret recipe for a miracle cure soup, and he’ll make that for you as quickly as he possibly can. He’ll make sure you’re eating and drinking enough water and getting enough rest, and I know Yunhyeong is my bias but TRULY I think he would take the best care of you ever. You would recover from your illness in record time!

Bobby

Bobby’s first instinct when you tell him you’ve come down with something is to protect you. Like, he immediately wants to fight your cold, and when you tell him that’s literally impossible, he says he’ll do the next best thing: take care of you. He just... isn’t quite sure how to do that. He’ll ask someone for help (probably Yunhyeong, and then Yunhyeong will cook his miracle cure soup, and Bobby will bring it to you, and you’ll be like “WOW this is amazing did you make this?!” and Bobby will say “yes yes I did make it just for you” except you’ll know he didn’t because you know Bobby so you send Yunhyeong a ‘thank you’ text and Bobby is still just sitting there looking so proud of himself).

Donghyuk

Donghyuk. What an angel. He’ll be the type to risk getting sick so he can physically comfort you. He’ll cuddle you, give you tissues so you can blow your nose, help you do your skincare, comb your hair, order whatever food you want, change and wash your sheets... Basically, Donghyuk will do anything he can to help you be more comfortable and feel better. He’ll also comfort you with words, telling you that everything will be okay, and sicknesses only last so long before they go away. If you have Donghyuk by your side, you’ll honestly feel better in no time.

Junhoe

When you tell Junhoe you have to cancel your date tonight because you’re sick, he’ll show up at your house, anyway. He’ll tell you that he’s written both a poem and a song to help you feel better, and he’ll start reciting and playing for you immediately. Eventually, you have to stop him and tell him that you love him so much, and he is so handsome and thoughtful, but please. No more poetry. No more songs. You’re sick, and you just want to sleep. Thanks.

Chanwoo

Chanwoo, this sweet baby, will get stuck thinking about how he can help you feel better. He’ll come up with an idea but then decide it’s a dumb idea and will never work. So, he’ll think of another idea. But... no. Not that one, either. Another idea... another idea... another idea... He’ll be thinking about how to help you for so long that, eventually, you just call him up and say “Hey, can you bring me some soup and some hot tea and a stuffed animal to cuddle with? Thanks, I love you.” And he’ll do just that.