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soramei · 3 years

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Intentional - Part 2

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: none right now, eventual smut,

Word Count: 5.2k

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A/N: o my god i did not expect so many people to have read the first part… even if only one person reads im still happy :D anyways heres the second part (i swear bang chan wont just be a side character later on hhahaha)

The insistent beeping of the alarm on your phone was what first woke you up from your dazed sleep. Your head still pounded from the night before, and frankly, you were ready to get fired for an extra five minutes of sleep. Tapping the ‘cancel’ button on your phone, you flipped over head down on your pillow to find the beautiful dreamland you were in. However, after just five more minutes, the triggering beeping of your backup alarm took you out of your slumber again, this time really waking you up.

You trudge towards your bathroom, still dreading the day, on your way to take a shower. Thankfully, the steam from the warm shower combined with the fragrant smell of your conditioner slightly woke you up and dampened the aching in your head.

Being drastically more awake than before, you made your way over to your kitchen to prepare breakfast. You opened the fridge, mind blank, just staring at the empty shelves. I seriously need to do some grocery shopping, you thought before grabbing an egg.

You struggled to turn on the stove, not knowing which knob correlated to which burner. Turning a random one, you flinched when an excessive amount of fire appeared. However, after an embarrassingly long amount of time, you finally figured out the stove. Why are there still gas range stoves when electrical stoves exist? You wondered.

You looked at the sad cooked egg in front of you.

Was this really how you were going to live from now on? You cursed your whole family for spoiling you so much back home. Sure you were grateful for being able to live with your family for twenty three years, but the consequences of your mother making a fuss when you tried to cook for yourself was really showing now.

You were about to dig into your lonely meal when your phone buzzed all of a sudden. Taking a quick peek at it, you saw Na-eun’s name flash up. You beamed with joy. Although you already worked up the nerve to be the first one to contact her, you were thankful she did first to break the tension. However, there was a small — microscopic even — part of you that wondered: what if that were Bang Chan?

You unlocked your phone.

Na-eun: Hey! I know it’s kinda last minute, but do you wanna meet for breakfast?

Na-eun: There’s a café five minutes away from the building.

Na-eun: ^-^

Smiling to yourself, you quickly typed a reply.

Y/n: Sure! My breakfast looks too sad to eat…

Y/n: ^-^

In a flash, you stuffed your egg into a plastic tupperware container and put it in the empty fridge before booking it out your door, making sure to carefully enter the passcode to lock it before running to the staircase. You almost tripped over the stairs going down as you tried to sprint and text Na-eun at the same time. Checking the maps app on your phone, you told her how long it would take for you to arrive at the café.

Na-eun: Do you mind if I bring my roommate? She keeps complaining about how boring it is at home haha....

Na-eun: She’s really nice though! ^^;

You happily agreed since you weren’t in the position to turn down another potential friend. Already two potential friends? You were so excited.

There was a bounce in your steps as you made your way down to the subway. Scanning your card, you made your way to the big group of people on the platform and waited for your train. Taking the subway was so new, yet refreshing. There was something exciting about seeing a brand new set of people board the cart every stop, it was almost like refreshing your Instagram feed over and over again.

After just a couple minutes more of waiting, your subway came. You naturally found your way in by shuffling along with the flock of people and found a good place to stand.

You surveyed your cart. Some high school students, a few elderly, and many many businesspeople dressed in attire very similar to you. They all seemed to be busy on their cellular devices, so you quickly pulled yours out as well, eager to blend in. Your little Tamagotchi friend was happy to see you.

The sound of the automated woman’s voice was what drew you out of your concentration, as she announced that the subway would be stopping at your destination next. When the subway stopped, the sea of people rushed out in a big tidal wave and you just went along with the flow.

The map posted on a big pillar in the station was difficult to read at first, but after embarrassingly asking a station officer, you were confident you knew where you were going. The station was big with many interwoven hallways, each connecting to a different location. It had a couple shops and convenience stores located along the sides where students running late could buy some bread or tired businesspeople could inject their early morning dose of caffeine.

You weaved your way through the long halls, confident that you could remember how you got out the right exit yesterday. Finally, after passing by many familiar stores and signs, you eventually made it above ground at the right exit. It was a cloudy September morning, the wind flew past you at just the right speed to elicit a slight shiver. You curse yourself for not bringing a jacket in your rush to the café. The streets were busy with cars zooming by, but it was nowhere near as congested as the subway traffic.

You started following your phone’s GPS to the marked location, and after a couple minutes, you spot the café. You immediately recognized it as a chain café as you’ve seen a few more of these scattered around the city as you got around. This one, however, appeared to be larger than the others (presumably because it was near so many big name companies) as it had three floors in total.

You texted Na-eun, telling her you’ve arrived. She let you know that they were both in one of the booths on the second floor, so you decided to order before heading up. Walking over to the cashier, you scanned their massive menu, trying to find what you were looking for.

“One mango juice, please.” You politely ordered. “And also a slice of the red velvet cake.”

After you had paid, you waited patiently, hands folded in front of you for your food. Because it wasn’t busy in the morning, it wasn’t that long until one of the baristas handed your food to you on a tiny plastic tray and you started making your way up. You reached the top floor and scanned your eyes around the room to find a familiar face.

“Y/n!” Na-eun waved.

You waved back and made your way over. She was in the booth, and there was another girl sitting beside her.

“Y/n, this is my roommate Yoojin.” She smiled at you and made a gesture towards the smaller girl sitting beside her. She was a fluffy haired girl. Her appearance was puppy-like, with her wide eyes and a large smile that was almost too big for her face.

“Hi Yoojin.” You said as you sat down.

“Hi Y/n! Na-eun told me about you yesterday. It seems like you have similar jobs.” She looked back at you with wide eyes. “But I think you got luckier because you actually get to interact with the idols.”

“I think both of us are lucky to even be working there,” you chuckled, “plus, I don’t actually get to be working directly with the artists. I could only wish.” You joked.

“Still extremely lucky, Na-eun told me she saw Bang Chan and Felix from Stray Kids at your building’s cafeteria yesterday.” Her hair bounced. “Finally, now I can say I’ve indirectly met famous people.”

You and Na-eun both laughed. Although Yoojin looked the same age as you, there was something about the way she acted that just seemed so precious and innocent — like a little sister. How old was she anyway?

“Yoojin’s younger than me by a few years,” Na-eun said as if she read your thoughts, “She graduated university a year early. Top of her programming class. She knows everything about technology; one time, I stupidly forgot the passcode to my P.O. box and she cracked it for me in less than fifteen minutes.”

“Stop it.” Yoojin whined, looking down and playfully hitting Na-eun on the shoulder. “I told you before that I don’t like it when you talk about me. Let’s talk about Y/n instead. Na-eun told me you’re not from here, what do you do at JYPE then?”

“I’m an assistant to help market some of the artists in China.” You leaned in a bit. “Actually, to be honest, I’m working on a secret project and Bang Chan from Stray Kids is technically part of the team.”

Both Yoojin and Na-eun’s eyes widened. “No way, you’re so lucky.” Yoojin said. “Why can’t you have a job like that?” She poked at Na-eun.

“Get your own job first,” Na-eun smirked, “then we can talk about mine.”

“Hey! I do have a job.” Yoojin clenched her jaw, looking at her plate and avoiding eye contact.

“I’m not sure if talking to people online all day counts as a job.”

“Whatever.” Yoojin swirled her fork on her plate, stabbing at a piece of her cake. The scraping of metal on ceramic made all of you wince.

“Anyways,” you started, trying to change the atmosphere, “did anybody watch the first episode of that new drama?”

The two girls seemed to have a mood switch, looking relieved to start a new conversation. They gladly added their input and opinions on the new drama, talking about both the plot and the actors. Time passed by twice as fast as the three of you sat at the booth talking about the most random things. However, it was soon time to go to work for both you and Na-eun.

“Hey, before you leave, could I get your number?” Yoojin asked. “We should hang out again sometime.”

You gladly typed your contact into her phone, excited to hang out with Yoojin again. She was so full of energy, it reminded you of your university days. Not to mention that fluffy curly hair. It was so cute.

You and Na-eun both made it out of the café and walked side-by-side over to your building before parting ways at the elevator corridor. It was a miracle that you managed to arrive at your cubicle in time, without getting lost. There was a pile of papers on your desk; they were the files you worked on yesterday. You remember that yesterday Manager Chen marked some improvements that could be made to the papers, but you checked your email just to be sure.

Hello Y/n,

I put the documents from yesterday on your desk for some final edits. I’ve also added a few more. Could you finish them all by the end of the day?

Best,

Manager Chen

You flipped through the stack of documents, and sure enough, there were about five more letters that needed to be worked on. Feeling determined, you gritted your teeth, got out your pen, and started to do your job.

There were more corrections to make than what you expected, plus, you wanted to make sure your work was perfect this time. You skipped a trip to the cafeteria for lunch and ate something from the vending machine at your desk instead. You tried your best to work diligently, but because of your inexperience, it was taking longer than expected. You lost track of time as the hours passed by.

“Your team is working hard today, Manager Chen.” A voice came from across the room. You looked up from your stack of documents to see Manager Kim walking over towards Manager Chen, who was standing casually outside her office doors.

“What can I say, I keep them busy.” She replied. “Are you heading home now?”

“Yes, and so should you.” Manaker Kim stopped at your cubicle, putting a hand on the wall. It was cat-like the way he looked at you. “Y/n, you’re working hard. Are you going home now? I’ll give you a ride.”

You couldn’t head home now, not with the amount of work you still had with the new letters Manager Chen added to the pile. “Thank you for the offer, Manager Kim, but I’ll stay later today. I need to finish this work by today.”

“Let her be, Manager Kim, you know how new employees are.” Manager Chen nagged and crossed her arms. “Come, I’ll walk you to the parking lot.”

You bowed at both your managers and stretched your back before getting back to your work. The black lines of both languages started to blur into one as you strained your eyes to hold a tighter focus on the documents. It wasn’t until two more gruesome hours later when you finished your work. You did a long deserved stretch of the arms and checked the clock for the time, praying that it wasn’t too late. Thankfully, with the time being only eight, it wasn’t that dark out. You took a quick peek at your phone to check your notifications before leaving the office.

There were only two texts sent fifteen minutes ago. Both from Bang Chan.

Your chest tightened when you unlocked your phone.

Bang Chan: Hey, I know it’s a bit late, but I have some ideas for the project and I was thinking we could meet up to discuss them

Bang Chan: Only if you want that is…

Your brain was in jumbles as you thought of what to text back. There were a couple staff that wrote you emails about their ideas for the project, but none of them asked to meet in person. And now, the first person who asked you to have a meeting in person was Bang Chan. Whom you rode back to your apartment drunk with. On your first day at work. And now you missed his work-related text by fifteen minutes. However, even though it was late, you still felt like you needed to take his ideas in. After all, like Manager Chen said, you know how new employees are.

Y/n: Hi, sorry my reply is late… Are you still free?

You anxiously stared at the blue-lit screen of your phone, jumping in and out of the text app waiting for a reply. After less than a minute, you saw the little dots at the bottom which indicated that he was typing. It disappeared for a moment, only to come back less than a second later. Your thumbs started unconsciously fiddling with one another in front of your phone screen as you waited for what felt like eternity.

Bang Chan: It’s alright haha

Bang Chan: There’s a cafe about 5 minutes from our building, wanna meet there?

You immediately knew which café he was talking about as you conveniently hung out with Na-eun there this morning. You texted Bang Chan back, letting him know that you would be there as soon as possible. You grabbed your bag, along with your trusty pen and notebook, before leaving your desk for the elevators. The elevator ride was unusually fast as it was already well past working hours for most people.

Once you were out of the building, you made your way down the familiar sidewalk, passing by the familiar street shops as you felt the bite of the wind against your face. The sky was becoming dim as the sun made its descent, but the illumination coming from the streetlamps helped guide you there. After five minutes of a brisk walk, you saw the familiar sign of the café. You also saw a familiar person standing outside the door, dressed in all black, with his head down looking at his phone.

You tried to make your footsteps slightly louder the closer you got to him in order to make your presence known. It seemed to have worked, as Bang Chan heard you and turned his head up. He immediately gave you a boyish grin, putting his phone in the pocket of his hoodie and pulling his face mask down to his chin.

“Hey,” You waved awkwardly, “did I make you wait long?”

“Not at all.” Bang Chan said as he held open the door, “Let’s go in, it’s pretty chilly today.”

You thanked him and walked inside. You both made your way to the cashier and looked up at the menu, deciding on what to buy.

“I think I’ll get an iced americano.” Bang Chan said. “Are you getting anything?”

“Hmm. I might get the mango juice.” You decided and lined up behind Bang Chan, waiting for him to order first.

Bang Chan walked up to the waiting barista. “Hello, I’ll get an iced americano please.” A second passed. “Also a mango juice.”

Your eyes widened as you silently tried to stop him from buying your drink, feeling embarrassed that Bang Chan — who was essentially your coworker — was buying your drink. He didn’t seem to notice your quiet protests, as he pulled his card out of his wallet and quickly tapped it on the pin pad. After he was done paying, he turned around and tucked his card back in his wallet, giving you a smug grin.

“I’ll pay you back later.” You insisted, embarrassed once again that he was doing something for you.

“Of course, of course.” He casually replied and stood beside you with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “I’ll wait for our drinks. You can go find a table.”

You nodded and left to find a table on the first floor. Surprisingly, there were more people there at night than when you were there in the morning. Some people had their textbooks out to study, some were quietly enjoying a book. Some were on dates.

Finally, after weaving through many fully filled tables, you found an empty one near the table. You sat down, taking out your pen and notebook to prepare for Bang Chan’s ideas. Not long after, you saw Bang Chan walking around, turning his head left and right to look for you. You caught his eye as you waved at him to come over. He strolled over and put the tray of drinks down on the table, placing yours beside your notebook.

“So,” You took a sip of your delicious mango juice, “do you wanna get started now?”

“Sure.” His usually friendly face turned serious. It seemed like he took his work seriously. “So I was thinking, we need to film some content to start promoting our debut right? How about we film content for the Mid-Autumn Festival? It falls on the same day as Chuseok, so we can use this as a small promotion for our debut.”

You nodded in agreement. Although this idea would be a little last minute to carry out, it was a great opportunity to promote their group in order to gain more popularity before their debut in China. “This is a great idea Bang Chan,” You hurriedly jotted down everything he said, “did you have more to add on?”

“We could make several episodes of this content. I was thinking we could camp in the mountains and maybe cook some food, make mooncakes.”

“All of this is really good, we have three weeks until the actual Mid-Autumn Festival. If I rush this idea to Manager Chen, we could have one week to plan it, and two weeks to film and produce it.” You beamed, glad that you could be involved in a potential big production.

You and Bang Chan kept discussing his idea for content, and as time passed, your conversation turned more casual as it eventually evolved into topics unrelated to work.

“So, why are you having coffee this late anyway?” You tipped your chin towards his glass.

“There’s this part of a song I’m working on that I just can’t get perfect,” Bang Chan noticeably clenched his jaw, “I wanna figure it out before I leave.”

“Do you usually stay up late to work?” You asked.

“I can’t sleep anyways, so I might as well work.”

“Insomnia?” You questioned. He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his coffee. A few seconds of silence passed. “You know, my mom made me pack some of her special tea before leaving. She said it was for jet lag, which is weird because there’s only a time difference of an hour here.” You rambled.

“Oh?” Bang Chan tipped his head.

“I could give you some tomorrow.” You said. Your eyes wandered everywhere except to him. “If you want.”

“Really, you’d do that?” His eyes widened as he stirred his coffee with his straw.

It may have been your subconscious need to make friends, or just the fact that you mom gave you so much tea for your non-existent jet lag, but you gladly offered your mom’s solve-all remedy. “Of course, anything for a friend.”

He blinked a couple times. He stopped stirring his coffee. “Thanks.” He looked at you with a slight grin.

“Plus, this way I can pay you back.” You teased.

“Okay, fair enough.” He chuckled. A dimple appeared on his cheek as his smile widened. “But seriously, you don’t need to worry about paying me back for anything next time.”

Next time? You wondered. Of course he would have more ideas for his own group. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself. It seemed like, despite his easy-going personality, that he cared a lot about not only his job, but the boys he worked with. His work ethic inspired you and made you want to work just as hard as he did. Except you definitely couldn’t stay up as late as he did.

The two of you kept up the back and forth that was established, talking about whatever came to mind, with a few sprinklings of work-related conversations throughout. You talked about your first day impressions and how well you were adjusting to life in a new country, and he retaliated by sharing his own experiences of moving across the world. You were so enraptured by your riveting conversations that you easily lost track of time. It wasn’t until you had already spent minutes playing around with your straw in the empty glass that you finally remembered how late it was.

“It’s kinda late, I think I should get going now.” You said as you checked your phone for the time.

“Are you taking the subway?” He asked as he started gathering the empty glasses. “It’s pretty dark now — I could walk you there.”

“It’s alright. I don’t wanna take time from your work” You said, gathering your notebook and pen.

“It’s no problem, really, it’s just a five minute walk.” He stood up with the tray of empty glasses in one hand and pulled up his face mask with the other.

The two of you left the café and walked the short distance to the subway stairs. There, you parted ways and you started your trek home. Taking the subway at night was vastly different from morning; the morning rush was filled with rows and rows of busy people, whereas the night train had a completely different feeling to it. There were actually available seats, to begin with. You found an empty seat and took out your phone to kill time. You checked your missed notifications.

Yoojin: Hi Y/n!! ^-~ Today was so fun, we should go again sometime!

You smiled at the little text from Yoojin, visioning her wide smile stretch across her face. Texting a quick reply back, you were about to put your phone back down when another notification popped up.

Unknown: Stay away from him. This is a warning.

A flash of panic rushed through your body making your chest tighten. Your heart was coming out of your chest, the beating was so hard you could hear it even in the running subway. Completely fixated on the bright white of your phone, your eyes strained from the light. Adrenaline filled your blood, and in the spur of the moment, you quickly blocked the number and deleted the text chain. It had to just be a prank text, after all, you have gotten pranked through text multiple times before in your past.

You put your phone down slowly, turning your head to survey your subway cart for any suspicious acting people. There was only a grandma with her cane and a few middle school girls comparing their new lip tints. Your thumbs naturally started fiddling with each other. Your eyebrows knit together as you clutched your bag tight to your body for the rest of the subway ride.

The walk back to your apartment was done carefully. You chose the side of the sidewalk with more light as you kept your senses open, trying to remember the face of every person that walked past you. Although it was more likely than not that the text was just a prank, you were still somebody living alone with very few connections in a new country. Your legs quickened at the thought and you hurried your way back.

Arriving at your apartment door, you carefully entered your lock combination and slammed your door shut, double checking that it was locked. Your home was dark, with only the moon casting long shadows on your furniture. You quickly switched your light on. You tried to put this text to the back of your mind as you got ready to sleep, but it loomed, feeling like a shadow cast by the moon. The shadow in your mind stayed as you closed your eyes, waiting for your sleep to chase it away.

The next morning, you woke up to the obnoxious beeping of your alarm. You sleepily sat up, getting ready to perform your familiar morning routine. Everything felt like routine, so monotonous that the text from last night was completely forgotten. You opened the fridge and ate your suspicious egg from yesterday morning.

Before leaving, you suddenly remembered to bring your mom’s magical tea. You rummaged through the cupboards until you found the ridiculous packaging your mom insisted on using.

The route to work was already starting to feel familiar as you mindlessly made your way from your quaint apartment all the way to the opulent blue building. You entered the office and sat at your desk, checking for new emails. After nothing of immediate importance came up, you got out your notebook and started to type up your notes from yesterday.

You were in a trance. The repetitive task of reading and typing completely hypnotised you as hours passed by without you even noticing. What broke you out of your trance, however, was the voice of your boss.

“Bang Chan.” Manager Chen called out. You looked up from your monitor and peeked up from your cubicle to see the familiar hair of a certain man you knew. Assuming he was here for a meeting with Manager Chen, you went back to your hypnotising work. The walls of your cubicle were too high for him to see you anyways — something about eliminating distractions to maximise work efficiency.

You hit ‘enter’ on your keyboard to start a new paragraph when all of a sudden, you spotted an object appear on your desk from the corner of your eye.

A bottle of mango juice.

Quickly turning your head around, you were met with Bang Chan’s back. He was already making strides towards Manager Chen, but something about the sway of his broad shoulders and the way his right hand stretched open told you that it was him who gave you this little bottle of happiness. You unscrewed the lid and took a sip before getting back to work.

Thankfully, the gift you received was enough sugar content to keep you working efficiently for the rest of the day. You had finished all your work and could hopefully pitch Manager Chen the idea by tomorrow. You found your mom’s tea in your bag while gathering your stuff, remembering your promise to Bang Chan.

Y/n: Hey, I have my mom’s tea — I could give it to you right now?

There was a reply almost immediately.

Bang Chan: Sure ^^ I’m in a practice room on floor X right now, I’ll wait by the elevators.

You made your way over to the elevators and tapped your nails on the package of tea whilst silently waiting for an elevator to arrive. The silence, however, was promptly cut off as your phone started to ring. It was from Yoojin. She probably wants to hang out soon, you thought as you happily answered right away.

“Y/n!” Yoojin yelled into the phone, she sounded worried.

“Yoojin, is there something wrong?” You frowned, concerned for the girl.

“I-I was in the parking lot near your building, a-and I fell down the stairs.” She sniffed. “I think I sprained my ankle or something — I can’t stand up. It hurts so much.”

“Oh god, Yoojin, do you want me to come help?” You were in the elevator by now, already pressing the button for the main floor.

“If you’re not far, I don’t want to trouble you.” You heard sounds of her wincing.

“It’s no trouble Yoojin,” You exclaimed, “your ankle is much more important now. I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you Y/n.” You heard her sniff again through the phone.

You bolted out of the elevator as soon as it reached the main floor, stuffing your forgotten package in your bag. Ignoring the looks of confusion of the people you sprinted past, you located the parking lot building as soon as you left the main doors of the JYPE building. Your chest burned and your breaths were heavy.

You were worried for Yoojin. She seemed like such a sweet girl that it pained you to even imagine her hurt in any sort of way. With her fluffy hair and wide eyes, it made you feel like you were helping an injured puppy.

Your legs felt like concrete after a while of running, but you finally made it to the parking lot building. Entering the parking lot, you looked for any sign of a staircase where Yoojin said she fell on. There were none.

“Excuse me, where are the stairs to this parking lot?” You asked the parking lot attendant, assuming it was just hidden somewhere.

“There are no stairs here,” He said, “if you want to get to the second floor, there is an elevator over there.” He pointed to the other side of the lot.

You thanked the man and ran to the elevator, hoping Yoojin wasn’t too hurt by now. You’ve experienced injuries like these before whilst playing sports back home, they hurt like hell. Your breathing was staggered by the time you reached the elevator, however, you didn’t give up and kept looking around trying to find the girl. There was nobody. You were about to call Yoojin again just to make sure you were in the correct place, but a voice interrupted you.

“Y/n.”

It was Manager Kim.

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isoldmysoultokpop · 3 years

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{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 2)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

(Go stream Fireworks xD)

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

(Yunho coming into Y/N’s life like ^)

A month had passed. You recovered quickly and was sent home a while ago. You were currently snuggled up in your blankets, eyes red from crying. Your parents were talking shit of you again the night previous.

Now you were just laying in bed, bored.

You glanced over at your night stand at your phone. You reached for it when a small white note tucked under your lamp caught your eye. You hesitated. You were reluctant to reach out to “Yunho”, but I mean, you were bored and had nothing better to do.

You grab your phone and the note. You enter in his number and text him.

You: Hey... this is Y/N. You know, the chick you pulled out of Han River.

Yunho: Oh! Hi! It’s been a month. I almost thought you weren’t gonna text me ^^;

You: I wasn’t going to, but I’m bored

Yunho: Oh

You: I figured you had an idea in mind when you gave me your number

Yunho: Yeah. Are you sure you want to hang out?

You: Duh, that’s why I’m messaging you

Yunho: Hmm, alright. Meet me at the park?

You: Okay. What time?

Yunho: Does a half hour work?

You: Sure. See you then

Yunho: Alright, see you!

You groan. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Then again, any place would be better than home.

You got out of bed and slipped into some shorts and a hoodie. Spring was near, but it was still somewhat cold. You glanced at your bedroom door. You really didn’t want to explain where you were going to your parents, so you decided to sneak out your window. You often did this to avoid questioning.

Landing softly on the ground under your window, you start heading to the park by foot. It wasn’t far, but you knew you had to leave immediately to get there on time.

You finally made it to the park without any incidents. A few couples were there, some people were walking their dogs, and there were some kids at the playground. Glancing around, you spot Yunho on his phone. Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Quickly looking at the notification, you see it was Yunho.

Yunho: I’m here~

In reply, you send a picture of himself to him. After seeing the pic, he looks up in your direction. You make eye contact with him.

He smiles widely at the sight of you and he jogs over to you.

“Hey!” he greets you.

“Hi,” you reply curtly.

Yunho scratches the side of his face. “Is there anywhere you want to go?”

You purse your lips. “I thought you had a plan.”

He sighs. “Only vaguely. The more time that passed without you messaging me, the less I thought of it.”

That made you feel oddly disappointment. You weren’t sure why though.

“Well, do you like sweets?” you ask him.

He nods, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah, why? Got an idea?”

You think for a second. “I do love me some street food. Maybe we can find a waffle stall.”

Yunho practically glows like a golden retriever that’s about to receive a treat and a petting. You smile the tiniest bit at his excitement.

You and Yunho head out on your mission to find a waffle stall. After a little while of walking down the street full of food stalls and some sampling, you find a cart selling waffles. You unintentionally grab Yunho’s hand and drag him over there in your excitement. Once you get there and realize you’re holding his hand, you immediately let go, a tad bit embarrassed by your antics.

The ajumeoni smiles at you and Yunho. “What can I get you today?”

You order a strawberry waffle while Yunho orders a banana one (im sorry, I’m thinking of him playing that banana as a flute- ;;). You’re about to pull out your money when Yunho immediately pays for both. You raise an eyebrow, but he just smiles at you. Shrugging it off, you turn back to behind the counter.

You watch in wonder and excitement as the ajumeoni quickly and so smoothly constructs the snack. Before you know it, she’s handing you your waffle. You thank her politely before taking a bite of the waffle. You hum in joy as you chew the fluffy waffle with the mildly tart strawberries and sweet cream.

Yunho accepts his waffle from the older lady and joins you in eating. You both continue walking down the street while eating your waffles. Some older couples running stalls try selling you and Yunho things, and more than twice, some of them mistook you two for a couple on a date. You denied it vehemently while Yunho just got flustered and shyly denied it.

You both quietly finish off the waffles and throw the paper pocketss away in a public garbage. You two just walk in a comfortable silence until you find yourself walking alongside Han River.

You stop in your tracks, staring at the water flowing past you.

Yunho notices you weren’t with him anymore and turns around. He notices you staring at the water. He walks back over to you, his hands in his pockets.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Should we head back to the park instead?”

You continue staring at the water. You walk down to the edge of the bank and crouch down. Yunho is close behind you. You’re aware of him being near you in case you try to jump in again, but that wasn’t your plan.

Yunho crouches down next to you, giving you a worried look. You stare at your distorted reflection for a while, thinking about life. Today was fun, there was no denying that. But was it worth living the torturous life you’ve lived? Just for this tiny happiness?

Well, if you died, you might as well enjoy today. It’s been fun, so it may as well still be fun. Grinning to yourself, you quickly slash your arm out to the water, splashing Yunho in the face.

You giggle as he loses his balance and lands on his butt. He wipes the water off his face and out of his eyes to see you smiling. Legitimately smiling. He smiles at your happiness, but he splashes you back regardless.

Pouting at the cold water hitting your legs, you give Yunho one more splash before getting up and running for it.

“YAH!” Yunho shouts after you, but he can hear the laugher in his shout.

You’re full on laughing as you run from him. You weren’t fast enough though. Yunho quickly caught up to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around, a wide grin on both of your faces.

Noticing his wet hair, you stand on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair to shake some of the water out. You notice he freezes at your touch, but you don’t care.

“You’re gonna catch a cold, pabo,” you chided.

Yunho raises an eyebrow and his smile widens. “Oh, we’re familiar enough with each other to call me a pabo?”

You falter. Pulling your hand back, you think about your relationship with the boy who saved your life. You stare into his dark brown eyes. It was fun today... you did enjoy his company. The thought of going back to your home made you flinch and tears sprung up in your eyes.

“I don’t want to go back,” you whisper. You wanted to stay with Yunho for now.

Yunho, who still had a hold on your arm, pulled you closer to him and gave you a comforting hug. You grabbed onto his jacket, trying to hold back your tears.

Yunho rubbed circles on your back as he whispered sweet and soothing words. Eventually, you calmed down enough to look at him again.

Yunho gives you a small smile. “Did you want to come back to my place?”

Your eyes widen.

Realizing how forward that sounded, he quickly added on to the question. “I have roommates. I’m sure you’d like them.”

Thinking about it, you really didn’t want to go back and face your parents. So, deciding to avoid them for now, you nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Yunho nods before grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s go. It’s not that far from here,” he says excitedly.

Finding his excitement cute, you smile at him again.

~After a few minute walk~

You come up to a large house. You’re kind of shocked.

“How many roommates to you have?” you ask.

He chuckles. “Seven.”

“WHAT?”

The door bursts open, revealing a boy with neon pink hair.

“Yunho! You’re back!” he yells.

Yunho waved at him. The pink-haired boy finally notices you, who jumped behind Yunho after you saw the stranger. You were peeking out at the other boy from behind Yunho.

“Oh, who’s this?” he asked.

Yunho gently guides you out from behind him. “This is Y/N.”

The pink-haired boy snaps his fingers. “Oh! The girl you rescued from the river!”

Yunho winced at that. You gave him a surprised look. He mentioned you to his roommates?

Yunho turns to you. “Y/N, this is Choi San,” he says as he points at the bright haired boy.

You nod at him. “Nice to meet you, San,” you say.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too, Y/N!” San says cheerfully. Yunho and you follow behind him. You can finally hear the ruckus that 7 to 8 boys must make. You could hear the noise of a game cranked up loud and some frustrated yelling while someone yelling from the kitchen for the others to quiet down.

You were honestly a bit overwhelmed at the energy you could feel in the house, but you were kind of excited to meet the others.

You kick off your shoes and follow behind Yunho. You enter the living room to see another black haired boy and one with blackish hair with silver streaks in it sitting on a couch, holding game controllers. There were two other boys, one sitting on a beanbag while the other was just on the floor. The redhead was lazily watching the two game while the one in the beanbag was on his phone. The redhead notices you and Yunho first.

“Oh hey, hyung. When did you get back?” he asks.

Yunho shrugs. “Just now,” he pauses, glancing at you. “I brought someone.”

That made the two gamers stop and the other to look up from his phone. Yunho sidesteps to show you to the other guys.

“Hi, I’m Y/N...” you said timidly, a little unsure with yourself.

They all share looks before looking at you again. Yunho rolls his eyes (in a joking way) before pointing at the one in the beanbag. “That’s Mingi. The redhead is Jongho, and the two gaming are Yeosang and Wooyoung,” he said. The black haired one was Yeosang and the one with the streaks in his hair was Wooyoung.

Wooyoung speaks up first. “So Y/N, how’d you meet Yunho?”

Yeosang gives him a jab in the side. “She’s the girl Yunho rescued from Han River,” he said not-so-quietly.

Wooyoung suddenly shouts, giving you a long, hard stare. Then a light bulb goes off. “AHH, you’re right!!”

Yunho leans over to you, whispering in your ear. “Wooyoung can be loud, so don’t mind his outbursts,” he says in a teasing voice.

You smile and nod. They seemed entertaining.

Yunho points to a different room. “Is Seonghwa in the kitchen, I assume?”

Mingi nods. “Yeah, he’s making dinner.”

Yunho thanks Mingi and gestures for you to follow. You give the four boys a small wave and a smile, getting some smiles and waves in return. You enter the pretty big kitchen. You saw a sole man cooking.

“Hey, hyung, what’s for dinner?” Yunho asked as he leaned against the island counter.

The presumed Seonghwa turned to look at Yunho. He notices you and pauses for a second before replying. “Kimchi jjigae, beef, pork belly. Basically whatever I can find in the fridge,” he says jokingly.

Yunho perks up at that. “Need any help?”

Seonghwa shakes his head. “Not right now, but I might need your help grilling later.”

Yunho nods. “That’s fine. Oh, by the way, hyung. This is Y/N,” he said as he gestured towards you.

You give Seonghwa a small bow as you step closer to Yunho. “Hi,” you say awkwardly.

Seonghwa smiles at you. “Hey, Y/N. My name is Seonghwa. I’m basically in charge of cleaning up after these kids,” he gives Yunho a pointed look.

Yunho shrugs. “Not our fault you’re such a clean freak,” he says.

Seonghwa just gives Yunho an unamused look before turning back to his cooking.

Yunho chuckles softly. “Where can we find Hongjoong hyung?

Seonghwa thinks for a minute. “I think he’s in his room; he’s probably sleeping so I’d just wait to introduce Y/N to him until right before dinner.”

“Oh okay. Thanks, hyung!”

Seonghwa just waves in response. You and Yunho leave the kitchen to find San has joined the other boys in the living room.

Wooyoung and Yeosang had turned off their game, and they were all chatting with each other casually. Yunho sat down on a the smaller couch. You decide to sit next to him for now.

The boys notice you and Yunho have joined. San turns to you, eyes bright. “So, Y/N, tell us about yourself.”

“Uhm...” you stutter. What was there to tell them? That your parents were abusive and you were gonna commit suicide? Might still commit suicide? You mentally clear your thoughts and just start basic.

“Well, I work at a local coffee shop...” you pause.

Yeosang raises his hand. You acknowledge him, and he speaks up. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Ummm, well, I don’t really watch movies often, but I like Marvel movies,” you say.

“Who’s your favorite superhero?” San and Mingi ask at the same time.

“Er.. Iron Man,” you reply, unsure.

San nods. “Classic,” he says with a smile on his face.

Feeling a little bit more at ease, you smile back at him. “I like your hair, by the way,” you compliment San.

San’s smile widens. “Aw, thank you!” He turns to Yunho. “You managed to snatch up a cute one. She’s a keeper,” he teases, adding a wink to make it more embarrassing.

Yunho blushes a faint color of pink. “It’s not- it isn’t like that, San,” he whines.

“Sure sure,” San replies. The other boys make “uh-huh”, “sure”, and “mhmmm” noises, making Yunho blush a darker shade of pink.

You were honestly amused. You let a small giggle slip, but you quickly cover your mouth with a hand when Yunho gave you a small glare. The other boys grinned at you.

“Maybe after dinner, we should watch a movie together,” Jongho suggests.

Wooyoung nods eagerly. “Yes, that’d be fun; plus it’s been a while.”

Yunho agrees. “What genre?”

San immediately suggests horror while Mingi objects to that.

Yeosang voices the obvious choice. “Why not Avengers?”

That got a positive reaction and everyone agreed to it. They probably chose that since it was the one thing they were sure you’d enjoy. Seonghwa called for Yunho to help grill the meats.

“Wanna come with?” Yunho asked as he got up.

You stick your lips out in a pout in thought. “Maybe in a few. I think I’ll talk to the others for a lil’ bit.”

Yunho smiles at you. “Okay, see you later then.”

“Yeah, see you,” you reply back, an equally bright smile on your face.

Yunho waved at everyone as he made his way to the kitchen. You could hear Seonghwa and Yunho converse a little bit before hearing a sliding door open and close. You give your attention back to the boys.

You quietly observe San and Wooyoung joke with each other, making light hearted jabs at each other.

After making jabs at each other, they started arguing about who was cuter. You smiled at their antics, but you were a little confused. Jongho and Mingi were huddled over Mingi’s phone, looking at something. Yeosang noticed you by yourself and got up to join you.

He sat down next to you. He must’ve noticed your confusion. “Are you alright?” he asked you.

You think it over a little bit. “Well, Yunho told me the people I hung out with weren’t actual friends, but by that logic, I’ve never had real friends,” you say absent-mindedly. You nod at the squabbling boys. “Is that what real friendship is like?”

Yeosang gives you a sad look before turning his attention to the two boys. “Yeah, what we have is real friendship.”

“But what makes it real?” you ask.

Yeosang thinks about it. “Well, we love each other. Not romantically, obviously, but as friends.” He pauses, realizing you probably don’t understand. “True friendship is making sacrifices for your friends, sharing with your friends, defending your friends... things like that.”

You point at the Wooyoung and San. “But they’re fighting?”

Yeosang chuckles. “It’s obviously a joke. We jokingly bicker all the time, for the fun of it. We mean no harm.” He smiles wistfully. “Sometimes we actually argue, but we always manage to forgive each other.”

You’re about to reply, but Seonghwa calls you guys from the kitchen. “We’ve got the meal set up; someone get Hongjoong and come get some food.”

Wooyoung offers to get Hongjoong, and everyone else heads to the kitchen and go out the sliding door to the patio. You find Yunho at the grill, his sleeves rolled up. You walk over to him to watch him.

He glances up to you and smiles as he looks back down to the meat sizzling on the hot rack. “Are you hungry?”

You shrug. “I could be hungrier.”

Yunho flips over a piece of meat. “Can you pass me the salt?”

You grab the salt off of the tray and hand the small bottle to him. He grabs it and lightly sprinkles some salt onto the meat.

Once he’s done seasoning, he places the bottle off to the side. You glance at the others, who have settled down at the table. Wooyoung walked in with another smaller guy following behind. He was in the process of yawning when he noticed you. His eyes widen at the sight of a girl in the place. He quickly makes his way over to you and Yunho.

“Hi!” He greets you. “I’m Hongjoong.”

You give him a bow. “Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says with a bright smile on his face. “Are you a friend of Yunho’s?”

You blink a couple of times. Were you? “Uh...”

Yunho gives Hongjoong a gentle shove. “Go eat, hyung. The others are waiting for you.”

“Okay, okay. Thanks for grilling, Yunho,” he thanks Yunho before sitting down with the others.

After their hyung had sat down, the others started scarfing down the food. San came up to feed Yunho some food and so did Yeosang.

You still stood there, watching Yunho grill. He grabs a piece of meat and offers it to you. You take a bite of the juicy meat. You hum in content as you enjoy the flavor of it.

“It’s really good, Yunho,” you say behind your hand, as you were still chewing.

He grins. “Thanks,” he said. He plates some of the meat and takes it over to the table. Seonghwa had already eaten and offered to take over grilling so Yunho could eat. Yunho nods in agreement, and he gestures for you to sit next to him and enjoy the meal.

You finally start eating some of the food. It all tasted good, although you noticed that the veggies were what there was most of at this point. No one really ate them. You chuckle under your breath at that.

You look around the table to see the others feeding each other, making jokes, teasing, and laughing.

San notices you watching. “Y/N, what’s your favorite meat?”

“Hmmm, I like steak or pork belly,” you say without thought. You knew what you liked.

San grins as he picks up a piece of pork belly and offers it to you. You stare at him, shocked for a second, before leaning over the table to eat it.

After San made that move, everyone else was offering you food. You returned the favor by pouring them their drinks. They thanked you kindly, and Yunho poured you your drink. You thanked him before drinking it.

You joined in on the teasing and conversations, sharing the food and pouring each other drinks.

Yunho ended up getting the chore of cleaning up (since he lost rock, paper, scissors). He told the others to start the movie, so you reluctantly followed the boys out to the living room. You made yourself cozy next to San. The other boys decided to leave the space next to you open for Yunho.

About a half hour into the movie, Yunho finally joined you. He sat down next to you, and you smiled at him in greeting. He gave you a small smile back.

About an hour into the movie, you started feeling sleepy. Not caring, you leaned your head against Yunho’s shoulder. He gave you a quick glance.

“Yunho?” you whisper quietly, not wanting to disturb the others from the movie.

“Yeah?” he whispers just as quietly.

“I think I finally understand what real friendship is,” you murmur, sleep clear in your voice.

“That’s good,” Yunho replies. “So are we friends?”

You smile as you close your eyes. “Yeah, we’re friends, Yunho.”

~To be continued

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kwrittink · 4 years

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Nothing Is What It Seems 4

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: language, mentions of anger issues, mentions of trauma, mentions of blackmail and threatening.

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It had been a week since you were first brought to JaeBeom’s apartment. A week of being curled on the couch with the excuse of recovering from the trauma that didn’t leave a single scar on your body besides a small fever, eating three good-sized meals a day, and taking hot showers every night, letting your hair be dry with care. None of you were complaining, but you're trying to make yourself decide to leave, before getting too used to the house life again. The owner's life you swore to never get back to.

“I’m going to buy groceries, do you want anything in special?” JaeBeom’s head popped from the kitchen’s entrance, making you glance back from your spot at the window - it was snowing and you found it so pretty - to look at him, pensive.

“I eat whatever, you know me,” you started with a shrug. “But are you going out right now? It’s starting to snow…”

“Yeah I know you love my food, but you do have your favorites.” He teased, walking towards you as he stuck his wallet on his pocket, glancing towards the window and missing the way you rolled your eyes at his witty remark. “As for the snow, it’s fine since the place is nearby and I’m taking my car. I’d even offer you to go with me but you’re still not a hundred percent to face snow yet…” he rambled as if he was talking to himself rather than you. Later on, you’d think how much of that was an excuse to keep you in the apartment but at that moment you only focused on the fact that he did indirectly offered a car ride.

“I could go, help to buy some stuff… I’m stronger right now, the fever’s already gone down.” You stated, feeling slightly embarrassed by your eagerness on getting out of the house, do something on the snow. Even if you’ve suffered an attack, it wasn’t the season’s fault and you weren’t afraid of the cold. Humans were the scary ones.

JaeBeom hummed in thought and there was a tightness in your heart as you thought that he was going to say no to your proposal, and was about to take it back when the back of his hand pressed on your forehead, a little frown between his brows as you sat there stunned.

“Yeah, you’re not so warm anymore, that’s good.” Taking his hand away he smiled satisfied, while you were still feeling the heat of his hand on your skin. “I’m going to lend you an extra coat just to be sure before we head out, okay?”

You nodded as he turned back to the hallway to get said object, and you tried to get your bearings together after the caring touch knocked your defenses off so easily. It wasn’t a feeling of just being taken care of like an owner would care for a pet, even if as genuine. It was something else, you couldn’t exactly place it, the casual and so well-accepted touch just stirred something inside of you.

Brushing it off, you decided to focus on the next thing: You’d go on a car ride.

Of course, that brought you some memories, things of the past you used to avoid but at that moment they were funny to recall. In total, you’d gone in a car ride 5 times in your whole life. All of them were with your brother JiMin, all of them extremely fun. You loved the feeling of being seated in the passenger seat and see the world outside pass so fast as if you were running at full speed without losing focus of the sidelines. It felt like magic. JiMin had said you resembled a dog rather than a cat for that feature, and as much as you didn’t like it, you had to admit it was true.

“Here, this one is a long coat, will keep you warm as a whole.” The beige long coat was handed to you from the side and you snapped out from your thoughts to grab it. As usual, it smelled like JaeBeom and you had to stop yourself from sinking your nose on the fluffy insides. As you got up and tied it on, it looked just like a dress, reaching the floor and hiding the top of your feet. JaeBeom snickered and you glared at him.

“What?” You questioned with a squint, to what he scoffed once more.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about how my clothes look so much better on you, that’s all.” He commented off-handedly, turning away and walking towards the door as you tried to get your shit together, warmth blooming up your neck.

That was nothing. Maybe you had misjudged about the fever subsiding, after all. Surely, you wouldn’t make any comments about it.

—

The ride to the supermarket was short, but you enjoyed it nonetheless. The windows could not be open because of the snow but you still had a good view of the streets passing by quickly. It even felt just like before, even prettier because of the season.

There was also the ride back anyway, so she was looking forward to that when stepping inside the grocery store.

After a while, you could only ask yourself how JaeBeom was thinking of carrying all that by himself if he had come alone, seeing that you were already pushing a second cart already halfway full behind his.

“Do you want anything?” JaeBeom asked, turning to face you as he finished checking the shopping list on his phone. You were taken by surprise with the question, never in your life asked what you really wanted, rather given what the others thought you deserved. Lately, it hadn’t been good things at all, so maybe that’s why you felt your heart squeezing a little. “Something yummy for the ride back?”

“Uhm no, I’m not even hungry yet-” but to prove you wrong, that was the moment your stomach decided to announce loudly that mealtime had come. JaeBeom snickered, quirking an eyebrow as he picked a box of pocky, handing it to you.

“Here, I’ll pick another for myself on the way out.” His tone was still soft, breathiness that still indicated the need to chuckle at the indignant sound produced by your body. He was such a child. Still, you grabbed it, placing it at the small basket inside the cart, pouting in embarrassment and resuming to follow him, as JaeBeom moved toward the cashiers.

Thinking about it, you had learned quite a lot about Jaebeom in the time you spent at his house. He was really hard-working, leaving early and getting back home late from the restaurant, even if he was the owner of it; he was kind and warm, sometimes a little shy and awkward around you, but respectful. Nothing like the man that once owned you, JaeBeom treated you like a human rather than a hybrid or a pet, and that was probably the thing you liked the most about him. You’d miss seeing him every day once you had to get back.

“Y/N?” As soon as you stepped outside the store, heavy bags in hand and a pocky half chew in between your teeth, GeoJong’s figure materialized itself in front of you, looking kind of rough, but mostly surprised. Oh yeah, it had been some time since you last saw him. Maybe something of what happened to you reached his ears, but probably no one knew about your situation. “Holy fuck, you're alive!”

You breathed out, feeling the presence of JaeBeom behind you the next second. GeoJong’s eyes landed on him and you immediately felt the hairs on your nape stand as the astonished expression turned into a smirk. Clearly he was up to no good. He’s never been. “And you’ve got yourself some owner, huh?”

“I’m not her owner, mister.” Was JaeBeom’s response, then turning to look at you as you still stood there, not knowing what to do exactly. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah… Yeah.” You nodded, eyes still boring into the hybrid in front of you. “What you want, squeak?”

The way of you addressing him made GeoJong snort, holding his chest in false hurt. “Whoa, easy there tiger. I’m just happy to see you, that’s all. I heard someone punks had tried to… You know, send you to a better place as a Christmas gift and seems like you did huh?” You rolled your eyes at his remark, his characteristic laugh showing how he thought himself witty with the bad joke. Behind you, JaeBeom was eerily silent.

“You’re so funny, really.” You quipped, and sarcasm was heavy in your tone. “Well, now you know I’m alive and unfortunately, I know you are too. If you’ll excuse me, we’re leaving.” And like that you twirled around, JaeBeom following suit without hesitation.

“Hey, I just want you to know that I’ll be here, in case you need my help with this one… Again.” GeoJong shouted when you weren’t still far away enough, making you stop walking and literally hiss over your shoulder at the now scurrying rat. Nothing could have been worse than meeting that scum that night. You prepared internally for the questions that would come.

Though they never came.

You were expecting that JaeBeom - reasonably so - would bombard you with questions about who was that hybrid and what he had meant with his last shout, but besides looking mildly upset, he didn’t utter a word. You weren’t sure if he was angry at you or not, so you decided to just look outside the window, trying to calm your nerves with the scenery.

“Hey,” you started off timidly, reaching to grab his sleeve as you two went to unload the trunk. JaeBeom turned to look at you with a frown, softening as he saw you step back at the expression. He’d never looked at you like this and it kind of triggered your flight instincts. Clearing your throat, you continued: “About earlier I-”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. It’s not my business.” He cut you, shoulders relaxing. “I’m not angry at you or anything, by the way. It’s just…” as he trailed off your heart immediately sank, thinking that he was going to ask you to get out of his home. It was only reasonable. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m caging you here, Y/N. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want, or come back when you need to, okay?”

You stood there, wheels in your head turning as you tried to make out the man in front of you. There was a tickling feeling in the pit of your belly that sizzled up slowly towards your throat, coming out in a short scoff seeing how JaeBeom was actually upset at himself, for some reason you couldn’t decipher.

“Then I guess I’ll be using more of your hospitality, JaeBeom.”

#NIWIS 4 #im jaebum x reader #im jaebum/reader #im jaebum fluff #im jaebum x hybrid!reader

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lasagnabomb-blog · 5 years

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Belargo the Coin Dragon

"Hey, shopkeep, what can I get for this? Found it on a recent venture in southern Duskain".

Kit faced a small roadside wagon set outside of Lupren in central Duskain. Drawing the short straw, he was sent out to run errands while the rest of the crew set up camp. Usually, they would stay at an inn when this close to town, but after being robbed of your gold and some of your supplies you learn to make do.

“Looks beat up, but the knife is still sharp. I'll give you six gold for it.”

The shopkeep was a stout man, short too. You could almost mistake him for a dwarf if he grew a beard. He stepped back from the counter and put away the knife. Kit looked around at the pines and straightened his coat. Winter was coming and it was coming fast, frost had been on the ground that morning.

“Aye, here you go. Six gold, as promised.”

In the shopkeep's hand. There were six coins, but there was also a tiny silver dragon clutching one of the coins. Kit tried to softly tug the coin away from the dragon, but to no avail as it growled and hissed at his hand.

“The dragon comes with the coin, sir.” The shopkeep gruffly spoke “Little guy never lets go of his coin, so he always goes with. He's traveled to about every shop in the town, and who knows where he was before that. Try and spend ‘im somewhere else so he gets to travel.”

“I… uhh…” Kit held out his hand. The dragon perked up and scampered onto his hand, up his arm, and perched on his shoulder.

“By the way, the lil guy responds to Belargo. Have a nice evening now.”

The shopkeep didn't give time for Kit to respond and closed the window to the cart. Dumbfounded, Kit decided it was best to spend some of the gold and get food for the crew.

After shopping for a while, Kit finally returned to camp with dried goat, dried fruits, and one gold. The camp had been set while he was gone, and his two companions were already sitting by the fire. On the left sat a black kobold named Arua, on the right sat a dwarf named Gurk. Both seemed to be laughing at some joke Arua had just finished, her jokes were known to be a bit raunchy and a favorite of Gurk's.

“Hey, Kit, we found a log for ya to sit on. Find anything good out there?” Gurk's voice rumbled deeply. “I can smell the meat, toss it ‘ere!”

“Fine, calm down Gurk, there's plenty for us tonight.” Kit, pulled out a piece before slinging the sack over to Gurk. “Got some fruits for the road as well.”

There was a moment of silence.

“We have one gold piece left” Kit said “though it uh… it comes with this little guy” Kit proceeded to reach into his jacket, and show off Belargo in the palm of his hand. “Merchant said the dragon comes with the coin, never leaves it either. Figured we can keep the little fella for now at least. His name is Belargo.”

Arua had already approached and convinced the dragon to her hand by the time Kit was done talking. “So, he's sorta like our little mascot now, huh?” Arua chirped. “ Who's a good wittle fella, huh?” as she pet the dragon with her finger.

“We should get to sleep soon. We have to catch up to Silvereye if we're going to claim that bounty.” Kit stated. “We've come close to losing the trail a few times, so we can't let him slip out of Lupren without us knowing.”

Belargo trilled happily as Arua rubbed his belly.

“Well, silver dragons are a sign of good luck.” Gurk said. “Maybe we'll catch Silvereye at the gate tomorrow before he gets the chance to slip!”

“Well, if we are gonna do that, it's best to turn in soon. Goodnight guys.” Kit yawned through the sentence.

The group had a peaceful night and rose early the next morning. After tearing down camp, the went into Lupren to try and spot Silvereye, the infamous murderer. She would leave a silver piece in the left eye of her victims, and was more than rich enough to pay off the law. The bounty was big, it would definitely make up for the money the group lost a while ago.

Kit was leaning in the gate of the town, watching over the street. The sun had barely risen, and the streets were near empty. Kit was having a hard time staying awake before his head flashed with pain and his vision went black.

When Kit came to, his hands were tied behind his back and his mouth was gagged. In a chair across the room sat a very large man with two other brutes standing beside him. One of them had a bloody bandage wrapped around his nose and cotton in his mouth.

“Ah, boys, our guests are finally awake.”

Kit looked around and saw Arua and Gurk both tied up. It looked like Gurk was hurt the most, he must've spotted the thugs before they got him.

“Now, I have a question fellas.” The chair creaked as the man stood up “Why are you following miss Silvereye, eh? You couldn't be bounty hunters, could ya? I hear plenty in that profession die gruesome deaths.” The man towered over Kit now, blackjack in hand. “Some of ya even go through torture. So why are you followin’ the miss?

Kit spat at the man's boots. Before he had time to make a snide comment his head exploded in pain and his vision went blurry. Blood started dripping down his temple. Before he knew it, he was hauled up by his hair and pinned against the wall.

“Now, I asked you a question. I think it's best for you to answer.” His breath smelled like beer and onions.

Kit remained silent

“Fine, I see you won't talk If I hurt you. How about the little miss there? Skellen, grab her. Tie her up to the chair.”

Arua was hauled over to the chair. Her fighting back was pointless, she was much smaller than any of the thugs. After she was tied up, the leader let go of Kit and walked over to the chair.

Kit started struggling against the rope, trying to get free to save his friends.

“So, what's a little miss like you doing out here? It's easy to get hurt y'know.” The leader slammed his blackjack into her stomach. “I think it's best to admit to what you did, we might kill ya faster then.”The leader put a hand on Arua's shoulder and cocked his other hand back.”It's a shame sweetheart, you're pretty for a fucking lizard.” A small flash of fire hit the hand on Arua's shoulder. The leader roared in pain and reeled back, clutching the burn on his hand.

“FUCKING WITCH! SKELLEN, KILL HER!”

Kit had worked his bonds to the point he could slip a hand out. Skellen was standing over Arua, confused by the small dragon on her shoulder. Belargo had clambered his way up to Arua's shoulder from one of her jacket pockets. That gave Kit just enough time to tackle Skellen while he was confused. The third thug stumbled back, surprised by what was happening.

Kit took the knife from Skellen's sheath and cut his throat, then sprung back up to assess the situation.

Gurk was still tightly bound and Arua's chair had been knocked over, she was struggling with the rope. Stefan had cast aside his blackjack in favor of a shortsword. The third goon had drawn his sword as well and was getting ready to charge.

“So, you really do want to be tortured to death, huh?” The leader growled “I'm gonna put your head on a fucking pike in the middle of town!”

The leader rushed forward and thrusted his blade at Kit's chest. Kit turned aside and kicked at the ankles, causing the man to tumble. Before he could do anything else, Kit was pommeled by the other goon. Luckily, he missed Kit's head and bashed his shoulder instead, causing Kit to fall over in pain. The thug but his boot on Kit's back, pinning him to the floor.

The thug raised his blade, and readied to stab Kit through the neck.

Kit heard a loud thud and a crash, followed by a string of dwarven swears and a fist meeting flesh repeatedly. The foot was no longer on his back and Gurk was free of his bonds, beating down the goon. Arua had also escaped hers, but hadn't gotten up yet.

“You think… that I'm just gonna go down that fucking easy?” The leader stood back up, and whirled his blade.

“I mean, I was sort've hoping so. I've had a rough week, and your fat ass made it worse. Sorry I have to take it out on you.” Kit threw the knife at the leader's head. It would've hit if the leader's reaction was any slower, he deflected the knife with his sword.

The leader charged, whirling his blade around and making it difficult to get much closer to him. Kit saw an opening, but the leader read his movements and slashed as his side while sidestepping away. The blade caught Kit on his upper arm, leaving a deep wound. Kit cried out in pain and clutched his arm, making a feeble attempt to staunch the flow. Having lost his balance from the blow, Kit crashed into the wall and fell back over.

“My name is Sellus Drihart, and I’ve never lost a fucking fight. I’m not gonna lose to some cut-rate bounty hunter.”

Sellus swung his sword at Kit’s head. Arua cried out, her lifelong friend was about to meet his demise and there was nothing she could to. She couldn’t make it in time. The sound of a blade cutting flesh and cracking bone echoed through the room. Arua screamed, and found the knife on the floor. Kit wasn’t dying in vain.

“... your blade isn’t as sharp as you think, Sellus… don’t you know it’s important to keep it sharpened after every fight?”

Kit sat there, blood pouring out of his right arm and his left hand, sword embedded in his palm. He seemed to barely be conscious. Sellus stood there, shocked. He then yanked the blade and readied for another swing.

Sellus had no time to swing though, Arua had already closed the distance and slashed his achilles tendon with the dropped knife. Sellus crumpled to the ground, unable to stand back up. Arua made quick work of Sellus, repeatedly stabbing him anywhere she could. After it was all said and done, Arua fell to her knees out of pure exhaustion. Kit had fallen unconscious, and Gurk had just finished off the last thug, with a few less teeth than before.

Silence rang through the room.

Gurk finally spoke. “ I guess silver dragons aren’t much luck after all…”

Both of them stared at Kit, he was basically their leader and what brought them together. Neither of them knew how to patch wounds like he had; especially his hand which was almost dangling off from the rest.

Belargo skittered over to Kit, and started lapping up the blood. Before Arua or Gurk could stop the dragon, the blood began turning silver in color, running up into his wounds. The wounds started shimmering, and then began closing. Scar tissue grew rapidly and stopped Kit’s bleeding. Belargo’s horns rapidly shrank in size until they were little nubs on his head, and then the dragon fell asleep.

Hours later, Kit woke up in an unfamiliar room. Arua and Gurk sat by his bedside. After a flurry of questions which were mainly answered with “I’m alive”, “I feel like shit”, and “I need water.”; Arua screamed something about Kit’s eyes. Kit didn’t really understand, his head started ringing. Stumbling over to the mirror, Kit noticed a few things immediately. His wounds were covered in a very rough scar tissue, it almost looked scaled. Each of those scars burned like fire when touched. Lastly, his eyes had taken a sterling silver color and resembled those of a dragon.

“Guys, What the fuck happened to me? Where are we?”

Gurk calmly explained that they were still in Lupren, in the Blitzed Imp Tavern. Then told Kit about Belargo and what happened after Kit had passed out.

“Little fella still hasn’t woken up.” Gurk explained “Fixed ya up and hasn’t moved a muscle since.”

Kit stumbled over to where Gurk and Arua had made a makeshift bed out of rags and a spare pillow. Belargo was nestled beneath the rags, with only his head sticking out.

Slowly, the dragon’s eyes opened. Kit’s eyes almost exactly matched Belargo’s. The two had been bonded by dragon magic in the attempt to save Kit. Nobody knew what this meant for them, but they were soon to find out. This was only the beginning of an adventure, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in centuries.

-END OF PART 1-

This was inspired by a writing prompt that was thrown my way! It had reached Tumblr fame before, but I figured I'd give it a shot too. Thank you of you've taken the time to read this, I'd love to know what you think! Have a good one!

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