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holy-hyuck · 3 years

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NCT Dream Reaction: They See You Wearing Their Clothes

warning: there’s like a swear word or two in jaemin’s

by the way, would you guys want me to add shotaro and sungchan as a bonus into these since they’re not in a permanent unit yet?

also no, i absolutely do not have a crush on jaemin, what are you talking about?

Mark

It was so cold, so unbelievably cold in Mark’s apartment. You told him to fix the heating but he’s been too busy binging Netflix to bother. Shivering in your thin tee, you rummaged through Mark’s closet for something warm to wear. If he wasn’t going to get the heating sorted, you were going to steal every last one of his hoodies until he had no other choice.

Throwing the black, oversized hoodie over your head, you made your way downstairs and plopped on the couch beside him, making him turn his attention away from the TV screen and towards you.

“Is that my- Is that my hoodie?”

“Yes, it is. Actually, it’s now mine, at least until you get the heating fixed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

Laughing, he threw his arms around you and started mumbling into your neck.

“Gosh, you’re so cute, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine, surrendering. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Renjun

You stayed over at the Dreamies’ dorm with the intent of catching up with them since their busy schedule meant you barely saw them - especially your boyfriend. A sleepover and a movie night seemed like a great idea.

The boys already had a table stacked with snacks and drinks.

You made the awful decision of wearing denim shorts, which meant twisting and turning for the first thirty minutes of the first movie Jeno picked until he had to go to the toilet and you paused it.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, seeing your discomfort.

You shook your head, looking over at your boyfriend. “Do you have anything comfortable I could wear?” you asked, a puppy-like look on your face (or at least an attempted one), and he obliged, bringing you a pair of his sweatpants.

Once Jeno exited the toilet, you changed into your boyfriend’s clothes, coming back into the living room. Upon seeing you, Renjun burst into laughter, the already slightly baggy (on him) sweatpants completely drowning out your legs so it looked like you were wearing a trash bag over them.

“Y-You l-look great-”

He managed between laughs, covering his face, his head falling back into the couch cushions as he nearly fell on Jaemin. He was hoping his hand also covered his blush because - although he wasn’t sure what exactly it was - something about you wearing his clothes made him feel fuzzy inside and he hoped to see you in them again - just maybe in different circumstances.

Jeno

Out on the beach with your friends was the best way you could think of to spend the last weekend off before school. You sat on the sand, watching Yeri and Jaemin splash each other with water, their swimming suits soaked. They've been at it for the past fifteen minutes, and it all started because Jaemin drank one espresso too much and threw Yeri into the water.

You sat next to Jeno, both of you watching your friends laugh, and next to him sat Renjun, who typed on his phone like his life depended on it. You and Jeno didn't speak much; you were a bit awkward around each other, you'll admit, but that's only because two months ago, you kissed during a game of spin the bottle, and it was a little more heated than you would like, and now maybe, just maybe, you've developed a crush on the black-haired boy.

It was weird - you've known him for three years, and never looked at him that way. Only after the kiss, you started seeing him as this handsome guy with crescent-shaped eyes when he smiled, and not just a friend who wasn't ugly.

Your two friends finally got out of the water, making their way to their towels and drying themselves off. You shivered, the evening weather finally catching up to you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you rubbed the skin harshly, hoping to generate some heat, and hoping you'll be making your way back home soon.

Renjun noticed this and shoved Jeno with his elbow, gesturing to you. When Jeno gave him a confused look, he rolled his eyes and started tugging on Jeno's jacket in an attempt to take it off. They had a little fight to the right of you, but you were none the wiser and ignored them until Jeno cleared his throat. You looked in his direction to see him taking off his jacket and draping it across your shoulders before giving you a small smile.

"You looked like you needed it."

You smiled at him. "Thank you." Both of you looked at the sand beneath your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

To your left, Jaemin and Yeri exchanged a look and simultaneously rolled their eyes. You were both so goddamn oblivious.

Haechan / Donghyuck

You clipped your hair back with the lonely bobby pin in your pocket, pulling the jacket around you tighter to brace yourself for the ruthless winds outside. Exiting the shop with Donghyuck by your side, you picked up your pace to make it home before it became any colder or windier - which it did, a minute into your journey.

The wind made your eyes water and you shrunk yourself, head down, ignoring your boyfriend, who began failing to catch up to you.

Suddenly, you felt something warm wrap around your neck and turned around to find your boyfriend securing his scarf around it, unzipping your jacket to tuck it underneath, then zipping it back up. It left his neck exposed due to the low-cut t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket, and you frowned at the sight of it, opening your mouth to protest before he interrupted you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than me.”

Wrapping his arm around you, thus offering you even more of his body’s warmth, he led you towards his apartment, where he made you hot cocoa and cuddled you until you felt warm again.

You still didn’t take off his scarf, and he never asked for it back.

Jaemin

Maybe you didn't remember much from last night, however, when you woke up with a white, oversized denim jacket hanging from your desk chair, you were reminded of Jaemin - a loud and charming boy from one of your classes - lending you the covering after he walked you home after one too many drinks. In your defence, you bet with your friend that you could handle more shots than her, and won (the vomiting-in-the-garden part doesn't matter).

You got ready and rushed into your lecture hall, sitting somewhere in the middle and eyeing the students to spot the black-haired boy. When you managed to finally do so, he was already talking to one of his best friends, and the professor had started the lecture.

At the end of the lecture, you went up to Jaemin, who again, had busied himself talking to his friend. But when the other boy, Lee Jeno, saw you, he slapped Jaemin across the chest to get his attention.

Finally, Jaemin turned to you, taking a second or two to take in your appearance, his denim jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. He almost laughed, his smile getting bigger than you've ever seen it. In the background, Jeno was laughing his ass off at Jaemin's reaction.

You cleared your throat. "Sorry, I just saw it on my chair today. It's yours right?" You took the jacket off of you and handed it to him once the boy nodded his head. "Thanks for last night, I don't know how I've survived but you certainly made it easier. Anyway, I'll see you later. You too, Jeno."

The older boy waved his hand at you and walked to Jaemin as the two of them watched you leave. "They looked good, huh?"

Jaemin looked to Jeno and smiled. "Fucking gorgeous."

Chenle

You may or may not have gotten too comfortable during your last few weeks of university, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie every day around your house, only swapping out the bottoms for a pair of jeans when going out. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the last time you put any effort into your appearance.

However, the dreadful day came when you had to meet Chenle's friends. You weren't dating for long, only a couple of weeks at most, so you felt the need to impress both them and your boyfriend. Thankfully, the plan to go to an amusement park were cancelled and swapped out for a movie night, so you felt okay with throwing on a hoodie and calling it a day. Spotting a bright blue coloured one in the corner of your bed, and realising it's Chenle's, you quickly pulled it over your head and rushed out of your house after realising you were late.

You were shaking the whole way to Jisung's house, hoping to calm down by the time you got there. He graciously let you inside and introduced you to two other guys and a girl, and you hoped they would spare you the embarrassment of wiping their hands after touching your sweaty palm.

"I like your hoodie," the girl said.

"Oh, thank you. It's Chenle's, actually," you replied after a beat. "Um, where is he?" You looked around, unable to spot the blond boy.

Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched scream coming from your right, an exclamation of "cute!" yelled your way, right before being tackled to the ground by the man-child in question. He pulled the hood over your head and grinned down at you.

"I'm guessing you like it?"

Jisung

Grabbing a book off Jisung's bedside table, you plopped on his bed with nothing but his thick, blue robe on. Admittedly, it was warm and cosy; definitely something you would have to steal. You skimmed through some of the pages of the history textbook before becoming bored and chucking it next to you.

Standing up from the mattress, you wandered around his room, waiting until he finished his shower.

"Hey, have you seen my-" Jisung came out of the bathroom, holding a towel to his chest, "-robe?"

He sighed, looking at you in his garment as you smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Can I have that back?"

You skidded across the room to stand in front of him, going on your tip-toes and giving him a peck on the lips. "Nope."

Jisung shook his head at your antics before going to change into some clothes.

#nct reactions #nct dream reactions #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #mark reactions #renjun reactions #jeno reactions #haechan reactions #donghyuck reactions #jaemin reactions #chenle reactions #jisung reactions

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girlgroupshots · 3 years

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【Gift】

pairing: Taeyeon/Reader rating: T scenario: You decide to surprise Taeyeon on Christmas Eve disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. they do not represent any real events or individuals.

God this was stupid. What a terrible, terrible idea.

Those were the words you kept repeating to yourself as you prepared for what you planned to do.

In reality you knew that it was just the nerves getting to you. When it came to Taeyeon the two of you rarely did surprises. Everything was planned out and plotted ahead of time, in part because it had to be given her line of work.

The less surprises the better was often the motto.

But today was different. It was Christmas, or rather Christmas Eve. If ever there was a time to step out of the usual framework of your relationship then today seemed as good a day as any. Or at least it had seemed so when you first decided to go down this route. Now you weren’t so sure.

Like most popular idols she had to work during the holidays. Which in turn meant that the two of you spent little time together. That was when you decided on this surprise.

Taeyeon was set to perform at a company dinner for employees and investors. One of many in fact, but there wasn't a person alive that would miss it given the oppurtunity. As far as she knew you would be at your mother's house spending Christmas Eve with family then tomorrow the two of you would meet up to spend Christmas Day together.

That was where the surprise came in.

It was moments like these that you were happy the two of you had come out to her some of her closest friends as they had been more than happy to help you set it up. Yeri in particular had been eager to offer her assistance. You knew she did it because she wanted to see her happy, but part of you wondered if she was so eager because she wanted to see Taeyeon surprised and blushing. Mostly likely it was a bit of both; she was like her younger sister after all.

You waited by the back exit, shivering slightly in the Seoul winter. When the door finally opened up you froze for a second only to find relief when Yeri's head poked out.

"Come on! Hurry up!" she beckoned you in.

You quickly climbed the steps and entered the building, giving a slight shake in an attempt to warm up. "I can't thank you enough for this."

The youngest member of Red Velvet gave you a goofy smile in return, brushing off your appreciation as she led you through the halls. "Don't worry about it. I think it'll be hilarious."

Her words gave you the feeling that if placed on an alighnment scale Yeri really would be a chaotic neutral.

"In here" she stopped at a dressing room. "She's finishing up her performance so she should be here soon." Yeri opened the door, peaking in the room to make sure the coast was clear before letting you in. "And try not to be too loud, ok?"

"Yeri, it's not like that!"

But it was too late. The maknae had already closed the door, muffling her fit of laughter as she left the scene of the crime. It left you wondering just how much she actually knew. Or how much Taeyeon had told her. But that was a concern for another night. She said Taeyeon would be done soon which meant you only had a little bit to get ready.

The warmth of the indoors was a welcome change as you took off your jacket, setting it on the chair. As time passed you started to relieze that you didn't have much planned aside from this. While freezing out in the cold your mind had been racing with ways things could go badly that you didn't spend much time thinking about what you'd do if you succeeded. You could have at least stopped and picked up some last minute chocolates or maybe a stuffed animal as a gift.

"Y/N?"

An all too familiar voice cut through your runaway thoughts. You turned to see Taeyeon in the doorway. As always she was a vision of beauty in your eyes. She was still wearing her stage outfit, a simple holiday dress causing a few shameless thoughts to through your head. Taeyeon quickly turned to close the door behind her, before looking back at you with a confused but adorable expression. "What are you doing here?"

“Surprise?” you answered, not quite as convincing as you had imagined in your head.

Taeyeon blinked, bewildered, but soon her expression gave way to a wide smile. She mad her way towards you, arms outstretched and soon they wrapped around your neck. Her smile shifted, turning into a slight grin. For as cute as she could be, Taeyeon was a mature woman. Something you were occasionally reminded of when she wanted to lay it on you. “Am I getting my Christmas gift early is that what this is?”

“That’s one way to look at it. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you” you explained.

“In that case...”

The Girls’ Generation leader trailed off as she leaned forward, her lips finding your collarbone. The contact of her lips against your bare skin was enough to send a shiver down your spine. One that was different from the kind the cold had brought. This one was pleasant and caused desire to pool in your stomach. Your head naturally craned to the side, offering more real estate for Taeyeon’s lips to explore.

“What are you doing...?” you finally managed to question, swallowing down the moan that threatened to come out.

“What does it seem like?” Taeyeon responded, lips brushing against your skin as she spoke. “I’m unwrapping my gift.”

As her hands slipped from your shoulders you began to realize you weren’t going to be leaving the dressing room anytime soon.

#taeyeon x reader #taeyeon imagines #snsd scenarios #snsd imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group smut #in honor of her new release #tho this is v old

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82mkl · 3 years

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countdown (lee jeno)

pairing: lee jeno x reader

word count: 1k words

content: angst

notes: lowercase intended. this isn’t proofread. i hope you like this <3

this is inspired by the song “never the 1” by rosie.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3gk96wClxx6rbSOpxXUc5O?si=wev0PfRoSsGQIJTiADDFMA

i could write 10 songs about 9 ways you fucked me over.

“y/n, are you okay?” jaemin asks. you give him a nod while staring at your table filled with papers full of lyrics. “you’ve been writing a lot,” you give him a confused look. you’ve always loved writing songs, so this shouldn’t be a surprise to him. “no no, don’t get me wrong,” he gives a small chuckle. “but these lyrics, are you sure you’re okay?” he asks once again as he picks up a piece of paper and scans through the words written. you look up to him and let out a sigh. “writing is my only escape, jaemin,” you tell him as tears start to form in your eyes. he gives you a small smile, and gives you a hug as you cry on his shoulder. “i’ll talk to jeno for you, will that be alright?” he asks and you start to panic. you shake your head and look back at him, “no, you don’t have to. i’ll be fine, he clearly made his decision.”

only took you 8 days to forget 7 months together.

“hey, isn’t that jeno?” yeri asks. you look at where she was looking, and saw jeno with a girl. he can’t possibly be with a girl after everything you’ve been through, right? “oh” was all you could say to her. “do you know who she is?” you ask her. she shrugs and asks, “how long have you been together?” “yeri, you know we aren’t-” she cuts you off, “y/n, darling, you keep telling us you aren’t together, but you are practically together. everyone knows that by now, so how long have you been doing your thing with him?” “7 months, but we really aren’t together. he,” you pause and look at where jeno is. he’s smiling so wide, you could hear the sound of his laughter by the way his eyes smile, “he never really asked, you know that.”

your relationship with jeno is complicated, but everyone just assumed that you were both together. as much as you want to feel secured by the way he talks, by the way he holds you hand, the way he kisses every part of your face, the way he reminds you he loves you, you can’t. you can’t feel secured because there is no label. do you have the right to get jealous and mad at him when you’re not officially together?

we were wrapped til 6 in the morning, 5 days a week.

“hey baby,” jeno comes in your apartment and gives a peck on your lips. you give him a smile and look back at the television. “how was your day?” he asks as he cuddles you. we aren’t together, you tell yourself. “it’s been good,” you say passively. he reaches out for your hand, and you instinctively stood up. “i’m going to get water,” you tell him as he gives you a confused look. “are you mad at me?” he asks as he follows you to the kitchen. you let out a sigh, and face him. “jeno, why are you here?” “baby-“ “don’t you want to stay with the girl you were with awhile ago?” you tell him bitterly. you really didn’t mean to say that, your emotions were just at its peak. jeno lets out a chuckle and pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “baby, you know i love you, right? you’re my favorite person.” you should have known when he said that you’re his favorite person that there were other people. you should have known, but instead you wake up at 6 in the morning with his beautiful face in front of you. this has been your routine for the past 7 months. him, sleeping peacefully on your bed, beside you during the weekdays every week.

you said 4ever and left before i counted to 3

“i will love you forever. i am staying by your side forever, don’t forget that y/n,” jeno says as he caressed your face. his words and sweet voice repeatedly play on your mind as you see him, lee jeno, kissing a girl in your favorite café. you try your best to hold back your tears, and if it weren’t for jaemin and mark, you would have been crying your eyes out in the middle of the sidewalk. “hey y/n! how are yo-“ jaemin stops as he sees your state. “hey, are you okay?” “what happened?” they ask, but all you could do is cry. they look around and saw jeno, and they automatically knew what’s wrong. “let’s go to our place, okay?” mark says as he and jaemin guide you to their car.

loved you a little 2 much, but i was never the 1

mark and jaemin tried their best to comfort you, but you assure them that everything was fine. you weren’t though. how could you be so stupid. you should have known. the door suddenly opens and you saw jeno and hear him happily say, “mark! naeun came back from the states, and we’re back together. we met up-“ he stops when he sees your fragile state. “y/n” he whispers. you give him a sad smile. “jeno, you asshole! how can you do this to-“ mark starts, but you stood up and give them a smile. “mark, don’t worry. thank you to the both of you, but i’m fine, really.” you let out a small laugh and look back at jeno. “uhm, call me when you’re about to get your things at my place” “y/n…” “oh, i could just drop them here tomorrow.” you give him a smile and left. before they could even stop you, you were now running out of their apartment on the way home.

when you arrive back at home that’s when you start crying your eyes out. you should have known that jeno was never yours. 7 months with no label, how did you even handle that? you should have known when he said that you were his favorite that there were other people. you should have known that you were just someone he used for when he’s lonely. you should have known you were never the one, but fuck you were so in love with him and this is what your love for him got you.

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sevlgi · 4 years

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opposites

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: college!au, good girl!rosé, bad girl!reader

warnings: none

synopsis: They say opposites attract, and when the campus’s resident sweetheart falls for a bad girl, Rosé discovers just how true that statement is.

a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME OMGGGG hope you enjoy, and I’m glad you like my blog ❤

word count: 3.6k

Chaeyoung has never quite believed that opposites attract.

To be fair, she doesn’t have much experience to go off of. Despite being attracted to basically every person she meets, she hasn’t actually dated much. (As her friend Jennie jokes, she’s not bisexual, she’s by herself.)

And obviously, she’s not only attracted to people soft and sweet like herself. Especially in college, it’s more likely to find people in sweats and ratty T-shirts than people in pink sweaters and cute dresses.

It’s no secret that Chaeyoung is a hopeless romantic, convinced that she’ll find someone who she just works with. It’s also no secret that she’s determined to find someone similar enough to her that a relationship would actually work out.

Imagine her surprise when her next crush is the complete opposite of her.

You’re utterly fascinating to Chaeyoung; every little detail about you absolutely contradicts her, and she thinks her parents would faint if they saw you. Unlike Chaeyoung’s usually well-styled hair, you look like you’ve just rolled out of bed to go to class. Your leather jackets and heavy denim look stiff to the touch, and your dark circles, tattoos, and piercings are enough to ward all your classmates away.

But somehow, all of it just draws Chaeyoung in more. She’d never dream of dying her hair as much as you do, or getting as many tattoos as you have, but for some reason, you intrigue her.

She still doesn’t believe opposites attract. You might be gorgeous, but Chaeyoung is sure that your personalities would clash, and a relationship, however imaginary it may be, would never work out.

Of course, she’s also not willing to admit that she’s wrong to her friends, all of whom insist that opposites do attract. She just knows Lisa would gloat, and Chaeyoung is never giving her friends that satisfaction.

“Who’re you staring at today?”

Chaeyoung pouts at Yeri, who slides into the seat beside her with a knowing smile. Joy, on the other side, is already following where Chaeyoung’s eyes were earlier. “Hey. I’m not always staring at people.”

“Yes, you are,” the two other girls chorus. “Come on, you’re always searching for ‘your other half’ or whatever,” Yeri rolls her eyes. “You barely focus in class because of it.”

Studiously ignoring where you sit in the lecture hall (3 rows ahead and 2 seats to the left), Chaeyoung scowls and twirls her pen. “Rude.”

“You know I am,” Yeri smiles, beginning to scan the room as well. “So, come on. Who’s your pick of the day?”

Joy narrows her eyes; Chaeyoung’s a bit panicked to see that her friend is already zeroing in on you. “Wait… it can’t be her, right?”

“Who?” Joy whispers in Yeri’s ear, and the youngest girl’s eyes widen. “Chaeng, it’s not her, right?”

The blonde attempts to play it cool, asking nonchalantly, “Who are you even talking about?”

Both girls point at your back, the dark leather of your jacket and the two empty seats on either side of you making it unmistakable that you’re the one they’re pointing at. “Y/N Y/L/N. It’s not her, right?”

Y/N Y/L/N. Chaeyoung tests it out on her tongue silently before realizing her friends are still waiting for an answer. “It… maybe, what’s it to you?”

Yeri groans, and Joy shakes her head in what seems to be disappointment. “You have the worst taste, Chaeyoung. I mean, she’s cute, but…”

To be honest, the most surprising part of the entire conversation is that her friends aren’t even teasing about the whole ‘opposites’ thing. “What’s wrong with Y/N?” Chaeyoung can’t help but feel a bit defensive; after all, it’s her taste in girls that was being attacked.

Joy leans in conspiratorially now, despite the professor clearing his throat at the front of the classroom. “Okay, so, she’s kind of the designated bad girl? I don’t really know, but I heard she’s killed someone.”

“What? No, she set a building on fire,” Yeri argues, rolling her eyes when Joy opens her mouth to disagree. “Whatever, whatever. Anyway, she’s bad news. She’s a serial dater, too, and she doesn’t like cats. Who doesn’t like cats?”

Chaeyoung’s eyebrows scrunch together as her friends argue. It’s probably not likely that you’ve killed anyone or set a building on fire, but still… a serial dater? None of it sounds good.

“Anyway, she’s the polar opposite of you,” Joy sighs, patting Chaeyoung sympathetically on the arm. “You know, you’re sweet and soft, and she’s… her.”

Suddenly, the professor clears his throat again and raises his eyebrow at where the three girls sit. “Ms. Park, Ms. Kim, the other Ms. Park? Anything important?”

“No, sorry, sir,” Chaeyoung blurts out, cheeks red. She’s not even blushing because she’s been put on the spot, though; it’s because you’ve finally turned around to look at her.

Maybe it’s the eyeliner, but something about your gaze feels like it sees right through her. With the tiniest quirk of the corner of your lips, you turn back around and leave Chaeyoung fully flustered.

Yeah, definitely a player.

Every day, Chaeyoung attempts to work up the courage to sit a little closer to you. She’s not making much progress; to be fair, you can’t blame her, when you’re usually given a 3 foot radius of empty space by everyone.

However, she discovers something new about you every day. She discovers that you drink black iced coffee (she drinks tea), and that you use mint flavored chapstick (she uses strawberry). You prefer cinnamon gum (which Chaeyoung thinks is a bit gross), and you only ever wear black socks (she wears white).

Joy really wasn’t kidding when she said you were Chaeyoung’s opposite.

Of course, it’s just the blonde’s luck when the professor announces a group project, and your name is the only one out of 40 that Chaeyoung knows.

It takes a lot of energy for Chaeyoung to approach you after class. “Hey,” she smiles; you don’t return it. “So, I was wondering if you have a partner for the project? If you don’t, I was thinking we could be partners…”

You look startled at first, though it settles behind a mask of calm indifference immediately. “You don’t have friends?” At the blonde’s wince, you roll your eyes, lips quirking into a smile. “Kidding. Sure. Let’s work together.”

“Great!” Chaeyoung beams, looping her arm through yours. You look even more surprised now, but it’s cute. Everything you do would probably look cute. “I’m Roseanne, but you should call me Chaeyoung or Chaeng.”

“I’m Y/N,” you offer. Your voice is quieter than Chaeyoung had imagined, but that’s probably her fault for thinking your voice was demon-like or something. “You’re a sophomore, right?”

“Right.” Chaeyoung has no idea how you know how old she is, but she can roll with it. “You?”

You nod, looking anywhere other than Chaeyoung face. “Yeah. Same. So, do you have any ideas for the project yet?”

“No, sorry.” She can’t help the smile on your face, still shocked that you’re holding a conversation with her and not murdering her already. “Let’s get coffee? We can talk about the project. If you’re free, of course.”

“I am.”

And that’s all it takes for Chaeyoung to grin again, grab your arm, and lead you to the nearest coffee shop.

Chaeyoung likes the way you’re honest about what you want. When she offers to order, despite knowing what you want, you quietly ask for the iced black coffee and hand her 10 dollars even when she tries to protest.

You don’t ask about what she ordered, and you make sure she tipped the extra before opening your laptop and asking for ideas.

As the afternoon goes on, you seem to grow more comfortable, and Chaeyoung can let go of some of her slightly forced enthusiasm. She actually finds herself enjoying your dry sense of humor and sarcastic comments, though she can’t really make any of her own.

By the time she has to go to her next class, Chaeyoung’s actually making jokes of her own, and she has your number stored in her phone.

All in all, a successful day.

“Hi.”

You look surprised (or as surprised as you deign to look) to see Chaeyoung sitting next to you in the lecture hall the day after the project was turned in. “Uh, hey.”

“How do you think we did on the project?” the blonde asks, taking out her laptop. She ignores the way you stare at her, hoping that you didn’t want to just forget her existence after the project or something.

“Pretty good. You’re smart, I just helped a little bit.”

Chaeyoung laughs softly, swatting at your arm. “No way, come on. You’re smarter than your leather jackets let on, too.”

“And you’re smarter than your overly sweetened tea lets on,” you tease, a smile twinkling in your eyes.

She scowls and swats at you again, but you dodge this time. “I thought we agreed never to mention that again!”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Chaeyoung misses the way you smile at her after she turns to the board.

It becomes sort of a routine to sit next to you during lectures and copy off your surprisingly comprehensive notes. Chaeyoung can’t help but fall deeper and deeper at your ever-tentative smile, at each offhand, yet sweet comment.

All the little details about you, the tiniest things you notice, only make Chaeyoung fall harder. You buy non-cinnamon gum especially for her and keep 2 packs in your bag in case she wants some. Sometimes, you show up with a cup of so-called ‘overly sweetened tea’ next to your own coffee.

You see everything about her, and you both make the most subtle changes so that the two of you complement each other absolutely perfectly. Chaeyoung starts carrying blue pens because you prefer them, while you carry black ones in case either of you forget. You even carry a strawberry chapstick just for her.

Even Chaeyoung starts unconsciously enjoying the smell of your sweet mint chapstick; she wears it sometimes, not because she likes it more, but because she’s curious how it’d taste on your lips.

It doesn’t need to be said that Chaeyoung doesn’t just want to be friends anymore.

At first, she just wanted to understand you a bit better, to relieve her own fascination with you, but the more she learns, the more Chaeyoung is pulled in. It’s more than just a crush now, more than simple butterflies in her stomach.

Now, it’s an unconscious smile always tugging at her lips when you’re not with her, laughing at a joke that wasn’t necessarily actually that funny. It’s adapting to fit with you, and it’s accepting that maybe opposites do attract after all.

The only thing left is to introduce you to her friends.

“Are you ready?”

You frown, tugging at the sleeves of your leather jacket. Chaeyoung’s heart warmed when you offered to tone down your look for her, but she didn’t want you to change anything about yourself, so you just went with your jacket. “Sure, I guess.”

“Great!” the blonde beams, waving at Yeri and Joy, who she sees a few yards away from the huge table the two of you occupy. Behind them, Jisoo, Jennie, and Lisa lag, though they’re too far away to clearly see you.

Yeri’s expression isn’t exactly favorable; she stops right in her tracks to talk furiously to the others, and Chaeyoung frowns at the unreadable expression on your face. “Um… don’t worry, Y/N-ah. They’re probably just… talking about what to eat?”

“Sure,” you mutter, looking down. As the other girl has discovered, despite all your bravado and sass, you’re quite self-conscious. “It’s not like pizza is the only food this place offers.”

There’s no time for the blonde to reply; Jisoo, ever the tactful one, sits first and offers a tight smile. “Chaeng, good to see you. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” If Chaeyoung didn’t know you well enough, she wouldn’t be able to see past the mask of bored confidence you put on. “Jisoo, right? I’ve heard of you.”

The oldest girl flushes and nods. “Um, these are Jennie, Lisa, Yeri, and Joy.” They raise their hands or nod when their names are called, though their expressions are hostile.

Just as Chaeyoung opens her mouth to try and break the awkward silence, Lisa leans forward with her eyes narrowed. “So. What do you want with Chaeyoung?”

“Lisa!” The younger girl is usually sweet and puppy-like, but she’s also notoriously protective of her friends. Chaeyoung doesn’t miss the way your eye twitches just the slightest bit, and she resists the urge to put her hand on your arm. “Stop it.”

“What? You can’t deny this feels an awful like you’re introducing your girlfriend to us, and she’s the worst girlfriend you could have,” Lisa scowls, crossing her arms.

You sigh, shaking your head and standing up. Joy actually lurches back in her chair, as if expecting you to beat her up, but you just toss a quick smile to Chaeyoung, picking up the leather jacket slung over the back of your chair. “I think we’re done here. For your information, I’m not dating Chaeyoung, even though it wouldn’t be any of your business if I was.”

All the other girls stare at you, including Chaeyoung, as you continue, “You don’t know anything about me, so don’t assume. I appreciate that you care for Chaeng, but this is not the way to show it.”

With that, you’re gone, a light brush of your fingers on Chaeyoung’s shoulder the only way for her to tell that you aren’t angry at her.

As soon as you’re out of earshot, though, she scowls at her friends, hissing, “What the hell, Lisa? It was not your place to say any of that.”

The younger girl looks sheepish now, rubbing at the back of her neck. “I… I’m sorry.”

Jennie, though, rolls her eyes. “Come on, Chaeyoung. It’s what’s best, you don’t want to be dating her. She’s only going to break your heart.”

“I’m not that fragile, are you serious?” It’s honestly pretty uncharacteristic for Chaeyoung to actually be mad, but she can’t seem to control her words when her relationship with you might’ve been ruined. “It’s not your business anyway.”

Jisoo bites her lip, reaching for Chaeyoung’s hand across the table. “Chaeng, please. We just want what’s best for you, and Y/N isn’t that. You understand, right?”

No, I don’t. I don’t understand any of it. “Sure. I understand,” Chaeyoung exhales, sitting back. Despite everything she wants to say to her friends, she knows that they have good intentions, however misguided.

She’ll talk to you tomorrow.

You don’t show up to class the next day, and Chaeyoung sits alone in her usual seat, feeling empty when you’re not quietly making snarky remarks beside her.

It’s odd, and it really shows how much you’ve ingrained yourself into her life.

After a day of thinking, Chaeyoung has come to realize that, despite all her friends’ warnings, she does have feelings for you. She wants to be with you, to enjoy the little things and the small moments together, and she thinks you might feel the same way.

Obviously, she’s still too cowardly to actually go to you and tell you.

After you don’t show up for the next 2 classes, Chaeyoung dials your phone. You don’t pick up there, either, and she’s left to frown at her phone in the middle of the road.

She’s not a passive person, so she fully intends to do anything she can to make you talk to her.

On Monday, she decides she’ll text your roommate Miyeon, but she gets caught up in classes. On Tuesday, Chaeyoung thinks she’ll bring you some notes, but she forgets to write an extra copy. On Wednesday, she catches a cold and Lisa refuses to let her go anywhere.

A week passes exactly like that.

Finally, 9 days after the disastrous lunch, she manages to get your dorm room number from the office lady she bribes with homemade cupcakes. You’re always home for lunch, probably because you don’t eat with anyone but Chaeyoung.

Her heart thuds in her chest as she rounds the corner to head into your hallway, the buzz of other students around her drowned out by the ringing in her ears. She knocks three times- one, two, three- on your door and she waits.

You look terrible when you open the door.

The permanent dark circles under your eyes are ten times darker than usual, and your lips are dry and chapped. You wear a rumpled Disney shirt that Chaeyoung would tease you about if she wasn’t so concerned. “Um… cupcakes?”

“Thanks for coming by.”

“No problem.” The blonde watches you pour out some cheap, college-student coffee at the tiny desk in the corner of the dorm. “I was just concerned. You haven’t been to class in a while, you know?”

You sigh and hand her a cup of piping hot tea, already sweetened just like Chaeyoung likes it. “Yeah. I know.”

“Hey.” Leaning over, Chaeyoung places her hand on yours, ignoring the way her heart skips a beat at the skin-to-skin contact. Judging by the blush on your face, you feel the same. “You can tell me anything, okay? We’re friends.”

You almost seem to wince, though Chaeyoung doesn’t know what for. “Yeah. I’m fine though.”

“Was it my friends?” the blonde persists, her eyes searching yours for an explanation. “I know that they were really rude, but I promise I don’t care about anything they say, okay?”

Scoffing, you stand up, seemingly to get more coffee, even though your mug is full. “I’m not that shallow, okay?”

“Then what is it?” Despite knowing she sounds desperate, Chaeyoung’s mind is racing for an explanation, anything that could tell her why you’re avoiding her. “Please talk to me.”

The beat of silence that passes only makes Chaeyoung feel more anxious, like her brain is spinning in circles inside her head, and she almost jumps when you speak again. “Do you… do you like me?”

“I… of course I do! You’re my friend, I like you very much.” The blonde is well aware that that isn’t what you meant, but she can’t help but avoid what she really wants to say as she babbles on, “Why? Do you want me to show my platonic love for you more often?”

“Chaeyoung.” You place your hand on hers and lean forward with a serious expression on your face that honestly scares Chaeyoung. “I know that you won’t tell me honestly any time soon, so I’m just going to say it first. I like you. A lot, and not as a friend.”

As the other girl’s jaw drops, you continue on, the overly quick speed of your speech letting Chaeyoung know just how nervous you are to say all of this. “I know that I have a reputation, and I know that I’m too closed down or boring, but you’re nothing like that. You’re so sweet and gorgeous, and I just… really like you. And I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” Chaeyoung reaches for you again, eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity. She doesn’t find any. “You’re not boring, Y/N, not in the slightest. And I like you too, every little thing about you.”

“I don’t think you know enough about me to say that,” you try to deflect, but the blonde shakes her head.

“You’re so sweet to me, Y/N, and it’s not your fault that no one else can see it, but I do. I see all the little things you do for me, and I fall for you more every day. Maybe I don’t know enough about you, but I want to learn. If you’ll let me.”

A short pause occurs before you exhale quickly, swiping away tears Chaeyoung didn’t notice were about to fall. “Okay. I’d love that.”

“Great.” Chaeyoung sits back again, but just as you’re about to get up, presumably to busy yourself with a drink or something, she blurts out, “Can I kiss you?”

The surprised look on your face is so endearing that she’s already grinning when you smile softly. “Of course you can.”

The moment that you bend down and press your lips to hers, so soft and gentle, is the best of Chaeyoung’s life. She can finally taste the sweet mint of your chapstick, mixed with the unique taste of you, and feel the way your lips are slightly chapped against her own. When you pull away, Chaeyoung loves the flush to your cheeks that mirrors hers, and she can only grin when you move away to get your coffee.

Maybe opposites do attract after all.

“Hey, can I ask you something again?”

“You already did,” you joke, then laugh when the other girl pouts. “Sure, Chaeng. What?”

“Do you hate cats?”

An offended gasp escapes from you, matching your expression. “No, who hates cats? I think that’s the worst rumor about me yet.”

The blonde protests, “What about the one about you murdering someone?”

Sniffing and sitting with your coffee, you say, “I stand by my case.”

Cupping your face with her hands, the cuffs of her sweaters brushing up against your cheeks, Chaeyoung presses another kiss to your lips. The taste of mint and coffee, strawberry and tea, is the most perfect combination she could ever imagine.

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baejl · 3 years

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like a girl

red velvet 6th member au \ superm 8th member au

jaein getting her first win as a solo artist and breaking one more record

Lauryn Hill told me everything is everything Serena Willy showed me I can win the Wimbledon Uh, put me on a pedestal Bet on me, bet I will

masterlist 🦋 requests are open feedback is awalys important to me!

"Let's see today's results for the first place!" Soobin, the MC, said to the camera and from the small monitor on the stage, Jaein saw the counting.

She was promoting ZGZG in Korea for a week now, and that was the first time she was nominated for first place.

Deep inside, she didn't care about winning or not, but taking that trophy would feel good. Jaein knew that the possibilities to have that win on the first try were almost zero, but she had some hope.

She grabbed her microphone harder and the scores were being shown and looked down to hide how anxious she was.

"Digital charts... Viewer's choice..." Arin said as the numbers showed up.

Listening to some gasps coming from the staffs, Jaein looked up and frowned, trying to read what was written on that little screen.

When she finally did, she got extremely surprised, not even flinching with the confetti.

"Breaking our record with over forty thousand votes, congratulations Jaein!" Soobin clapped and Arin gave her the small trophy.

Jaein looked around to see if that was some type of joke and when she hold the mic, it was pretty clear how much she was shaking.

"Uh..." she cleared her throat. "Oh my God."

The MCs and the staffs behind the cameras giggled at how surprised she was. Deciding not to take too much of their time, she said whatever she was feeling as she didn't even prepare a speech.

"I wanted to say thank you to all the people who voted and streamed ZGZG during this week. All the staff, performance team, managers, everyone behind the scenes that made this happen." Jaein took a deep breath when her voice started trembling. "Also, my Red Velvet and SuperM members, thank you for supporting me!"

She heard a few cheering coming from backstage and with the corner of her eyes, she realised it was a bit more crowded than it should.

"Kim Jaein! Kim Jaein!"

The girls started shouting her name and that was when she couldn't stop herself and started crying. Especially when she realised Wendy was there too.

"When you need music, Music Bank! Congratulations, Jaein." the MCs said together, wrapping the show up.

The instrumental of ZGZG started to play but all Jaein could do was cry as she managed to hug the girls and bow at the MCs and staff.

The mixed feelings she was having at that moment was that same feeling she had when she got the news of her debut, their first win and even their first rehearsal as a group.

It was immense happiness and relief - to know that, even with her flaws and the sudden polemics, there are people who still support her - that Jaein could only express it by crying her heart out.

She had finally achieved her dream.

"I can't believe you came, unnie." she sobbed, hugging Wendy. "Thank you so much!"

"Ya, stop crying! You won!" Seulgi said, cleaning the tears on her face, just to make her cry more.

"You broke a record, Jaein-ah." Joy told her, recording everything with her phone.

"Today is a happy day..." Irene rubbed Jaein's hair.

"Let's dance!" Yeri pulled Jaein to the centre of the stage, singing and jumping, trying to make Jaein laugh.

Holding her trophy, Jaein tried to dance and sing the parts she could but every time she looked at her members, she'd cry.

"KEEPING ON RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING..." Joy sang along with Jaein, even doing the steps.

"Let's make the chorus together!" Wendy suggested, getting in formation.

"1, 2, 3, let's go!" Seulgi counted and started dancing with them.

Jaein just followed them, not even caring about her makeup or anything else, she just wanted to enjoy that moment with the most important people in her life.

In between crying and singing, the instrumental finished and the staff and the girls applauded her.

"Thank you so much." Jaein bowed. "Thank you!"

Hugging Irene's waist, Jaein and the girls left the stage, following their way to the fitting room. When Jaein got in, she was surprised once again.

All her staff were standing and at the back of the room, she saw Jaebeom holding a cake.

"Congratulations Jaein!" the people cheered for her. She let out a loud sob and hide her face on Jaebeom's shoulder, who was laughing at her reaction.

"We thought you'd like it!" he teased her and she lightly slapped his arm.

When she was a bit calmer and the lights were on again, she blew the candles on the cake and looked at her team.

"See? This what you do to me!" she pointed at her face, making everyone laugh. "That's unfair..."

"Here, drink some water." her staff handed her a bottle of water.

"After this much crying, I think she's gonna have to drink a whole water filter." Yeri said.

"I already feel my body drawing. It's your fault." Jaein agreed, making them laugh again.

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luvlyrv · 3 years

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Manage My Feelings | Yeri x Fem!Manager!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You didn’t expect to become a manager for Red Velvet, and you certainly didn’t expect to develop feelings for a certain member.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I hope that you find some of the dialogue awfully cheesy lol. I’ll try writing again over the weekend but again, I don’t know how much time I have which is why I’m uploading this now. Enjoy!

Date: 2/3/21

Five girls longue about in a back room, patiently waiting for their turn to perform on stage. The idle chatter between them and some staff was briefly interrupted when Jihoon, one of their managers. opened the door. Jihoon walked in with an unfamiliar girl behind him. They both walked in front of the give girls and stopped.

"Hello, I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you all." You say with a polite bow. The girls look up at you with faces full of interest. Jihoon continued to your introduction for you.

"As you know, Minseo left her position as your manager a week ago. Y/N is here to fill in that place and help you with your activities. Please make her feel welcomed." Jihoon says before taking his leave, busy with tasks much more important than welcoming a new manager.

You're left in a room filled with strangers, but luckily the idols in front of you didn't hesitate to introduce themselves, as well as the other staff in the room. You feel a bit dazed by the beauty of the girls. You've never really worked nor kept up with the idol industry before, but now you'll have to be working 24/7 to make sure their schedules are in check.

Judging by the kind smiles they give you though, at least you'll be working with people who wouldn't be a pain. Although you already know their names from the files you were given, you still listen attentively as they introduced yourself. The one that catches your attention most though, is the youngest member. While the rest gave you professional and friendly-enough introductions, Yerim seemed lighthearted and giggly when speaking to you.

The other managers and staff that worked closely with the idol group were mostly friendly as well. You note that some of them don't really care for your presence, or maybe even actively disliked it, but you felt like you could shrug it off considering you've worked with worse. Soon enough though, the girls are called on stage. You would say your time with them was cut short, but you'd be spending most of your day to day life within their presence anyways.

It's been two months since you started working as a manager for Red Velvet, and it's been tough. You wake up at obscene hours, having only fallen asleep a couple hours before rising again. Most of your time is spent behind the wheel, trying your hardest to drive the members safely while being dead tired. The other part of the time was spent contacting other managers, directors, photographers, brand ambassadors, and more to recheck schedules.

You had very little downtime. To be fair, the girls didn't either. Even during your downtime, many times you had to be there to supervise the girls. You felt bad that neither of you truly had time to yourselves. The time spent together though at least built a sense of trust between all of you. For you, not only was it your job to care for the girls, but it felt like as a friend you had to care for them too. Which was why when you heard quiet sobs through the bathroom door you softly knocked.

"Hey, everything alright in there?" You ask with a voice filled with worry. All you got in response was muffled sniffles.

"Take your time. I'll be out here whenever you wanna talk." You give offer up a chat and without an explicit no you decide to just wait outside. After a couple minutes you hear the soft creak of the door opening. Slowly, you watch as Yerim slips out of the bathroom. Her eyes quickly scan the area and they land on you.

Your eyes softened at the sight of Yerim with puffy and red eyes. You walk towards her and carefully reach out. She doesn't turn away from your touch when your hand rests on your shoulder.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me about? I'm here to listen." Yeri looks down at the floor and leans forward, resting her head on your chest.

"I'm sorry. I just can't handle it sometimes." She mumbles into your chest. Your arms begin to envelop her body as you pull her closer.

"There's nothing you should apologize for." You try to reassure her. "Is it the comments?" You whisper into her ear. She nods and you pat her back.

"I know I shouldn't read them, but they're so easy to spot."

"Hey hey, I know. I don't blame you. It's not like you can close your eyes to everything. It's their fault that they spend so much time trying to hurt you." Your pats become calming strokes. Your heart breaks a little. As much as the girls tried to hide it, the stress from the never-ending scrutiny got to them sometimes. Especially for Yerim who entered the industry so young. You found that despite the fact it had been years since her debut, some would insist that she didn't belong. There were many other instances where people would just criticize her for being herself too.

The two of stay that way for a while. You feel your shirt starting to get wet, but you don't mind. Instead, you stand there for as long as Yerim needed. You knew that sometimes words don't mean much. Sometimes you already know how you should react or handle something, but that didn't take away from the feelings coursing through you. So you let Yerim cry it all out, hoping that it would eventually make her feel better.

After a couple minutes Yerim finally lifted her face. There are glistening streaks on her face and you carefully wipe them away for her with a handkerchief. You give her a small smile.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes to you again. You shake your head at her.

"Don't be." It seems like she's finally able to smile again as she mutters a small thank you. She leaves your hug and tries to recollect herself.

"If you want to, you can go shopping with Sooyoung. I came over because she wanted me to drive her." You say in hopes that the activity would brighten her mood. Although it takes a while for her to think about it she nods her head yes.

"Just give me some time to get ready to head out first."

As time passes, you feel like Yerim is the member that you're closest to. You're friendly with all of them of course, but it seems like you were there with Yerim the most. Without her knowing it you quickly became her favorite manager too. It wasn't very frequently that they would be assigned a manager so close to their age.

Yerim decides to sit next to you during a staff dinner and you scoot over to give her some space. She's thankful for the dim lighting of the restaurant as she feels her face heating up. She opens her mouth as you feed her without a second thought, letting her try the dishes you ordered. She wonders if it's all in her head, but she feels like you always give a little more attention to doting on her needs.

"Yerim?" Your voice suddenly pierces through her thoughts. She refocuses and looks at you.

"Hm?" She asks, not knowing what you said before. She was too spaced out thinking about you to realize you had been talking to her.

"I was asking if you wanted to wear my jacket. You seem to be freezing." Once again Yerim sees the familiar caring look on your face. She didn't even realize that her body had been shivering under the now blasting air conditioner of the restaurant.

"I don't want you to get cold." She tries to argue with you, but you begin taking off your jacket anyways. You cover her bare shoulders with it.

"I'm more worried about you." You say it with a smile, enjoying the look of Yerim wearing your jacket. You go back to eating your meal and chatting with the other managers as Yerim looks back down at her plate. She smiles, glad that you ended up giving her your jacket anyways. Most of all she enjoyed the soft smell of you that now covered her body.

The night goes on. Everyone was having fun and things were running smoothly up until the alcohol started being set on the table. Considering that the staff dinner was hosted in celebration for their most recent win, you supposed it wasn't a surprise that everyone started drinking. Seulgi and Sooyoung ended up drunk. Meanwhile Joohyun and Seungwan only seemed lightly buzzed, much more aware of their tolerance and unwilling to deal with the aftermath that they'd face tomorrow.

Yerim on the other-hand was much worse for wear. Her head was resting on your shoulder as she mumbled about random things. The rowdiness of the night seemed to finally die down. Some other managers began to help round the girls into the van. With Yerim pressed against you though, you said you'd catch up with them soon as you gently began to lift her up.

She refused to leave her seat at first, stating that her butt felt warm and she didn't wanna leave the soft cushion. After enough budging though you finally got her standing. Although she had trouble and continued to lean on you for balance. Since it took so long to even make Yerim begin to move, everyone else had already cleared.

You drag Yerim along with you as you walk out in the street. The parking lot is a considerable distance away, but you don't mind. You look at your side, appreciating the golden glow casted on Yerim's face by the street lamps. You watch as her eyelashes flutter and then her head moves. She looks at you and a big smile grows on her face.

"You're really pretty, Y/N." She whispers and giggles. Your feet suddenly stop. You had no idea how to respond.

"Is… is that so?" You ask and laugh a bit at the end. There was heat creeping up your neck.

"Yeah. You're the prettiest when you look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the only person in the world." You're sure you're as red as a tomato now. Your stomach is flooded with butterflies as you stare into Yerim's eyes closely. There's something mischievous with the way she's smirking at you right now. Something sparkling in her eyes.

"Do you like it when I do that?" It's a genuine question. You wonder that with Yerim drunk, she'd say and admit things you weren't sure she would otherwise. She tugs on your arm and makes you turn to face her.

"Yes. I do." Before you can respond she kisses you. The slight taste of alcohol is on her lips as you make contact. You gently push her off of you, not wanting her to have her kiss you when she wasn't thinking the clearest. She gives you a sad look as and whines.

"Do you not like me?" She asks with tears threatening to spew out.

"Of course I do." You smile at her. You raise a hand to caress her redden cheeks and your finger lightly grazes her bottom lip. You opt to kiss her forehead rather than her lips. "I just don't want you to do anything foolish."

You continue escorting Yerim to the van. When you enter, no one questions how clingy she was being.

It's the morning after. You knock on Yerim's door with a glass of water and some pain medication in your other hand. After a few seconds you hear the sounds of some muffled footsteps before the door was opened. Yerim's head appeared in the small opening she created. She looked at you for a few seconds before leaving the door opened and falling back onto her bed.

You follow after her, closing the door behind you when you enter her room. You bring the glass of water to Yerim's face and she drinks a couple large gulps. You show her the tablets of medicine in your hand and she plucks them off, grabbing the glass and downing it with them.

"Thanks." She says with a slightly scratchy morning voice.

"Mhm." You hum and nod before sitting on the side of her bed. You stare at the furniture that she had around her room before Yerim started speaking again.

"Did I do something last night?"

"You did a lot of things last night." You tease her with vagueness.

"But did I do something I'd regret?" She asks with a scared tone. You stop looking around her room and stare at her instead.

"If liking me and having me like you back is something you'd regret, then yes, you very much did." You say with a smile. Yerim quickly looks away from you before taking a deep breath in and out.

"Did I try kissing you?"

"You did, but I'd rather kiss you when you know that you're kissing me. Like this." You lean over to her and gently grab her face, pulling it towards you. "May I?" Yerim nods.

You kiss her, and you'd like to consider it your true first kiss together. You feel her lips tugging up into a smile before you pull away. You knew things would be hard. With Yerim being an idol and you as her manager. When you look at Yerim's face brimming with happiness though, you can't help but to think that it'd be worth it to try.

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Have You

Idol: Red Velvet

Request: Yes

Anon: hello!! i was reading your dreamcatcher scenario, and i was wondering (if it’s okay) if you could write something similar with red velvet, where you’re the 6th member and get dragged off by a ‘fan’ during a performance and after you get saved, they just baby you and it’s all fluff?? i hope that makes sense but tysm 🥺

Author’s note: I wasn’t sure if anon meant poly or not, so this is kept platonic-ish? One or few of the members have a crush if you squint. ALSO with the request, the situation is similar with what happened to Taeyeon during their RDR performance.

Joohyun counted the people in the room, making sure that all the members were present and weren’t goofing around somewhere right before a performance. It wouldn’t be the first time she would be stressing about her members’ presence.

Sooyoung and Yerim always did like to get in trouble, and being the person that you were, they always managed to drag you with them just by flashing a few pouts and puppy eyes.

Sometimes Seungwan worried with how you could never say no to those two, or any of them in general.

You just loved these girls too much for your own good.

“Joy is getting her makeup done and Yeri is fixing her clothes. Relax.” Seulgi walked up to the leader with an amused smile, patting her shoulder when she walked over and the older girl let out a breath. “Those two are going to drive me insane, one day.” She commented and Seungwan laughed as she turned in her seat. “At least while they’re occupied, Y/n isn’t getting mixed into their pranks.” She gestured to you, sleeping peacefully on the couch while waiting for your turn.

The three smiled, thankful that you were able to get some rest. They were initially worried that you weren’t getting much rest since this comeback. You had always insisted on staying late to practice that Seulgi took it upon herself to watch over you when you stayed in the company for too long.

“Did she sleep at all last night?” Joohyun shook her head, arms crossed with a worried frown. “I fell asleep, near one in the morning, and she was still awake. I kept telling her to rest since we’re performing today, but I don’t think she could.”

“Well, after this, at least she can relax a bit.” Seulgi said, trying to cheer the pair up and stop them from worrying. She understands their concerns, but mulling over it would not be helping any of you.

Finally, it was your turn to get your makeup done so Sooyoung woke you up, carefully due to Joohyun’s warning. “Unnie, you’re up.”

Seeing the pouting girl made you smile before shaking your head as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “What’s that look for?” You ask her while she crosses her arms. “Irene unnie thought I was going to scare you to wake up.” She huffed, her pout growing as you laughed and then headed to the stylist. “You can’t blame her, Joy.” You say, leaving the girl whining behind you.

After getting your in-ears checked, you walked behind Seungwan, bouncing slightly as your nerves wouldn’t die down. The Canadian probably noticed your nervousness, because she was suddenly looking at you and lacing her fingers with yours to calm you. “It’s okay. You’ll do fine.” She said with a smile and you grin back while holding her hand tighter.

“I don’t know why I still get so nervous like this.” You tell her and she smiles softly while fixing your hair a bit so it didn’t stray to your face. “It’s okay. I never really get used to it, either.” She admits as you let out a breath. “But you always look so calm.” You mutter quietly and she laughs while cupping your cheek. “I might look like it, but it’s only so you can feel comfortable enough to confide in me about your worries.”

With that, she finally leads you to the stage and you squeeze each others hand before getting into position. Joohyun cast you a glance over her shoulder, and you give her a smile before she looks back to the front, a smile on her own face.

The whole exchange with your members had everyone screaming as they watched. The beginning of the song only amplified the yelling until Joohyun started singing and you all fell into step.

When you passed by Yerim during the chorus, she playfully made a face at you, making you bite back a laugh as you spun around to sing your part. And instead of the usual individual pose, Sooyoung had insisted to make a heart with you, which you happily complied and fans loved it.

But during the bridge, you noticed a man coming from the side of the stage. And before you even understood what was going on, he was pulling you off the stage and you blink in surprise before trying to take your hand back.

A ruckus came from the fans and the rest of the girls were surprised by the sudden intrusion. Seulgi and Sooyoung, however, were quick to break from the formation and went after you, Seulgi wrapping her arms around your waist whilst Sooyoung pulled the man away from you and blocking you from the man’s view while staff and security went to take him away.

Turning around, Sooyoung checked your hand while Seulgi examined you from head to toe, asking if you were alright. “I’m okay.” You said shakily, shoulders tense and Sooyoung frowned as she caressed your wrist with her thumb, an outlined of a hand already forming and they know that it’s going to bruise.

Joohyun was already next to Seulgi and firing questions while the other two looked just as worried and Yerim asked the staff to get some ice for your wrist. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Seungwan asked softly as she caressed your head and you nod at them, smiling weakly. “I’m okay. I can finish the performance.” You had told them and they reluctantly agreed after a while of reassuring them.

You didn’t want to disappoint fans by canceling the show, so you were thankful to the adrenaline with numbing the pain on your wrist. It helped you do the entire performance without a problem, but it was obvious that your members were worried about you.

Once you were back in the dressing room, Yerim had the ice pack wrapped around your wrist while Joohyun was taking your in-ears off for you. “I’m okay, really.” You told them, but your words fell upon deaf ears as Joohyun started to take your accessories off, too.

“Where’s Wannie unnie?” You ask instead, seeing as they weren’t going to leave you be. “She went to talk with the staff with Joy. They’re asking about how that guy got through security and on the stage.” Seulgi replied with her lips pursed, a hidden anger in her voice with the lack of security and with what could have happened to you.

Yerim was being careful with your hand, cradling it before lifting the pack and looking up at you. “How does it feel?” She asked with a frown before you offer her a small smile. “It’s okay, not hurting as much.” You blame it on the adrenaline, but it’s slowly leaving your body as you slump in your seat and Joohyun runs her fingers through your hair with a sigh.

“That was useless.” Sooyoung muttered with a scowl when she and Seungwan finally came back, making your head perk up. “They just kept apologizing. They said that they thought he was part of the staff, which was why he was able to get to the stage without anyone stopping him.” Seungwan said with a bit of irritation on her face until it melted into one of concern as her eyes found yours.

You could already tell that they were not going to let this one go so easily, so you decided that putting up a fight was not going to help you and just allowed them to do everything as they insisted. Though Yerim never left your side, still holding your hand delicately, as if it would break if not handled properly, then pressing a few light kisses on the bruised area in hopes of making it feel better.

When you got to the van, Seulgi was next to you while you were between her and Joohyun. Both girls were cuddled up to you, though the former was trying to be less obvious, her hand resting on your leg while the dancer had her arms around you and her head on your shoulder. You could feel yourself relaxing, finally, as you melted into the two older girls. Your eyes fell shut and without even realizing, you had fallen asleep.

The next time your eyes open, you’re already back in the dorm and you’re surprised when you notice that you’re in bed. “Joy carried you, don’t worry.” Yerim just came in with a few items in her hand as she smiled at you. “Wendy unnie made sure that your hand isn’t too painful so she said to keep the ice on it.” She gestured to the cloth wrapped around your hand before carefully pulling it off, checking on your wrist. “Does it still hurt?” She asked carefully as her finger ran along your skin and you try to move it around before shaking your head.

“Only a little bit, but only when I move it.” You answer, making the younger girl nod. “Okay. We have some painkillers in case you need them.” She nodded more to herself before standing up. “Dinner is almost done, so you should rest some more, unnie.” She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before exiting the room.

But instead of staying in your room, you decided to check on the others. You’ve caused them a lot of worries so you wanted to make sure that they weren’t exactly stressed out about what happened. They were all visibly upset by the sudden events so you wanted to relieve them in a way.

“Y/n! You’re awake.” Sooyoung is the first to spot you, dropping the snacks she was carrying and then walking to you. “Are you feeling better?” She asks, her eyes falling to your wrist briefly before she’s pouting and then hugging you. “I swear, I’m going to hunt that guy down for hurting you.” She muttered into your hair when she buried her nose to it and you smile lightly before rubbing her back. “I’m fine, Joy. You don’t have to do that.”

“But he hurt you!” She protests but you shake your head. “I’m okay. You and Seulgi unnie rescued me, so I’m fine.” You say with a smile but it doesn’t completely wipe away her concern as she holds you, still. “I know, but still.” She pouted once she pulled away and you giggle before cupping her face. “Stop pouting. I thought you were sexy dynamite?” You teased, and she rolled her eyes before pulling you to the couch.

“I still am. But when my Y/n unnie is hurt, she needs all the affection.” She proclaims, making you laugh when she cuddled you. “And I thought you were still in your room.” The leader’s voice suddenly reached your ears when she came into the living room.

You wave with your uninjured hand before she’s sitting next to you, the opposite side of Sooyoung and asking to check on your wrist. You carefully bring it out and she examines it closely, her fingertips, light against the tender flesh and then she’s sighing. “I’m going to put some ointment on it, later.”

“Unnie, that isn’t necessary.” But she gives you a look before you could say more and you end up groaning as she kisses your forehead when she stands up. “You’re hurt. Of course I’m taking care of you.” She stated and Sooyoung giggled while she continued nuzzling into your side.

“Lighten up. It’s not every day we get the chance of looking after you like this.” Yerim says when she joins the two of you, taking Joohyun’s place before she’s laying her head on your lap then taking your hand to rest over her chest as she laced your fingers together.

You huff at her claim but don’t argue. Of course you knew because you always refused to burden your members. They already had their own things to deal with, so you didn’t want to add to their troubles by having to look after you, but they have told you countless times that it was okay to tell them when you needed help.

“You’re always taking care of us, so at least give us this time to do the same for you.” Sooyoung says softly when she runs her fingers through your hair and you sigh while nodding your head.

The food is done moments after and you’re being ushered to the table after cuddling with the two younger girls. Seulgi had gone to call you, hugging you when she saw you and then pecking your cheek a few times while you made your way to the table. She pulled the chair for you before you sat down and then smiled as she patted your hair.

Seungwan pressed a kiss to your forehead after setting the food in front of you before you found yourself seated between the 94 liners. Just when you thought they would let up a bit, they took turns in feeding you, much to your embarrassment.

A bright blush appeared on your cheeks as you tried to pull back, but they insisted. “I-I can eat by myself, though.” You argue and Seungwan sighs. “Y/n, you said that it hurts to move, so we’re not going to let you use your hand until it stops hurting.” She said firmly. “Now, eat.”

You couldn’t really refuse, not when all of them are looking at you with the same pleading look in their eyes and you could only sigh, though with a smile on your face as you shook your head.

Though the day may not have gone as you had hoped, these girls would always be there for you when you needed them. Even when it looked a bit too much, you knew that everything they did, they did with the best intentions.

As different as the five of them were, they were all the same when it came to you and you loved them with all your heart. These girls would do everything for you and vice versa, which was why you were willing to endure the embarrassment so long as it made them happy.

So when you were all done and ready to sleep, you were surprised to see the little fort they made in the living room. Both Sooyoung and Yerim got the pillows from all of your rooms when Joohyun was treating your hand and the four of them worked on fixing the whole thing. By the time you were heading back to your room, you were brought there instead and were in the middle of the entire thing.

Laughing as they threw their arms and legs over you, you looked at the girls fondly while squeezing Seungwan’s hand and nuzzling Joohyun’s head. “I love you guys.”

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the pact (6)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: a lot of fluff. i cried, you might cry. cursing as always, some mentions of cheesy romantic films?!?

word count: 6.2k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

a/n: oh wow, so this is the last part, huh? it has been quite a journey. i’m going to gush a little right now, because this has been such an incredible experience to post this story for you guys. i’ve interacted with so many amazing people, both readers and fellow writers, and i absolutely have this story to thank for that. i’ve grown so attached to these characters, i know that this won’t be the last time i write about them. not even close. so don’t worry, it’s not goodbye.

as for what’s next, there will be an epilogue that i’m praying i can post this week. if not this week, definitely next week. after that, i’m planning on focusing on some drabbles that i have sitting in my inbox (yeah, remember those?! i didn’t forget about them!). and i’ve got an idea i’m really excited about, it’s still in early stages but i feel similarly about it as i did when i first came up with the pact. if you notice some tags on my posts of a certain member... you might get a little hint. but that is all i’ll say on THAT.

okay, my loves, please enjoy this last part. as always, let me know how you feel about it all! i’m proud of this, i really am.

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Somehow, a few minutes had turned into a few hours, and a few hours turned into staying the night.

You knew you should’ve left—you should have fessed up and gone home, but you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Not when you woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs, in an empty bed. You rubbed your eyes groggily as you sat up straight, letting your vision adjust to the bright light.

You shivered, noticing you were still naked. After you pulled yourself from the warm comfort of Jinyoung’s bed, you dressed yourself in his shirt and the joggers he’d given you before padding out to see what Jinyoung was up to.

The sight that greeted you in the kitchen was one you wanted to burn into your memory. He stood at the stove, in just a plain white tee and a pair of plaid pajama pants, stirring scrambled eggs with a spatula.

He must’ve had a bluetooth speaker set up somewhere, because he was currently humming along to a soft, piano heavy John Legend song, one sock covered foot tapping to the beat.

You were so distracted by the sight you ran into the kitchen island, stubbing your toe on the stool. “Ow,” you whined, reaching down to rub your foot.

Jinyoung turned towards you, eyebrows raised. “Good morning. You okay?”

“I’m okay,” you replied, standing up straight again. “What are you making?”

“Eggs, bacon, and some waffles.”

It smelled incredible. You hadn’t had waffles in years, probably not since the dining hall in college. You walked over to the stove, curiously peering at the spread he’d made.

“It smells really good,” you remarked, reaching for a piece of bacon off the serving plate.

Jinyoung waved your hand away. “Nuh uh, go sit down. It’ll be done in a minute.”

With a pout, you made like you were going to listen to him, but managed to swipe a tiny piece from the plate before scurrying off. Jinyoung swatted at your backside and you yelped, shoving the piece of bacon in your mouth.

“Ah, you little-!”

You giggled as you slid into the stool at the breakfast bar, crossing your legs and watching him innocently. “I was taste testing.”

Jinyoung shot you his trademark displeased side-eye before turning back to tend to the breakfast. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good. You?”

You’d slept better than good. Jinyoung was like a living, breathing furnace and he’d spooned you all night, keeping your body nice and warm. You felt completely refreshed, having not even woken up once during the night.

“Good,” Jinyoung responded. “Do you have anywhere to be today, or do you wanna stick around for a bit?”

You needed to leave, but he’d made breakfast and it would have been rude to take off before eating… but after that, you needed to go. You’d stretched this out far too long.

“I… have some errands I need to run, so I should head out after breakfast.”

Jinyoung simply nodded and turned the volume down on his speaker, though you could still hear the romantic crooning over the sizzling of the bacon. Just the smell was enough to awaken the hunger in your stomach, considering you’d barely eaten any of the takeout Jinyoung had ordered last night. You’d been overcome by a different kind of hunger.

Both of you had been insatiable. After you rested for an hour, it was like you were re-energized, exploring each other’s bodies like the first time until you were too sore and tired to move. You were grateful for the peaceful sleep that had followed.

Even now, just sitting on the stool, you could feel the ache in your thighs and soreness in your arms from one particularly creative position Jinyoung had gotten you in. You blushed to yourself, remembering how loud he’d had you begging.

“What?” Jinyoung asked, setting a plate of steaming food in front of you. “Your cheeks are all pink.”

“None of your business,” you teased back, snapping out of your private flashback. You squealed when Jinyoung pinched your side, laying a wet kiss on your cheek.

“So ungrateful towards the one that just made you a full breakfast,” he said, shaking his head at you and clicking his tongue.

His hair was messy, falling over his eyes in the front and one little piece standing up in the back. Other than that, he looked as refreshed as you felt.

“Oh, sorry. Thank you, kind sir, for the food. I cannot ever repay you for this act of kindness.” You bowed your head and clasped your hands in front of you, stifling a giggle.

“You know what,” Jinyoung started, giving you another pinch. “You got a lot of attitude for a girl that, just last night, was begging me to pull her hair and slap her a-“

You lunged to cover your hand over his mouth, your face flushing a deeper shade of red with wide eyes. “Jinyoung!”

The mischievous smile on his lips was evident even underneath your hand, eyes practically twinkling as he stared down at you. He was right, that did happen, but in the daylight, you felt embarrassed.

“Don’t be bashful,” he teased once you let your hand fall away, locking you in with his arms on either side of your body, pressing his hands into the counter. “It was sexy.”

The intense gaze he was giving you was enough to revive that need inside of you once more, only laying dormant for as long as you’d been asleep. You shouldn’t, it’d only make it harder, and yet…

Your hands reached for his waist and you pulled him closer, legs parting for him to stand between. “Kiss me.”

Jinyoung was always such a good listener. He closed the distance between you, lips melting into yours as they had a million times by now. And still, you found yourself never wanting to pull away, only wanting more and more.

It didn’t take much for the kiss to turn more heated, both of you clearly forgetting about the plates of food on the counter, more concerned with your hands wandering each other’s bodies. It was a craving that you weren’t quite ready to kick.

Jinyoung began peppering kisses along the line of your jaw until he’d reached your neck, the skin already tender and covered in marks from last night. Neither of you worried about leaving bruises, hickies, or scratches. It was like you’d both wanted to mark your territory.

There was already a slickness pooling between your legs, and it had taken no time at all, he had barely even touched you. It was so easy for him—it made you want to stay in all day, let him hold you and in return, worship every inch of him.

But you couldn’t.

Like a blast of cold water, you realized with a start that it was now or never. If you didn’t end it now, you’d continue putting off the one thing that you needed to do. This was it.

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, voice coming out weaker than you’d intended.

“Hm?” he murmured against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine.

“We need to-” Your words were cut off by a gasp from his teeth nipping at your collarbone. “We need to stop.”

“Why?” he asked, smirking against your skin. “We can always heat up the food later. I have an appetite for something else now.”

Your teeth dug into your lower lip. You already felt the tears welling up behind your eyes and your heart painfully pounding in your chest.

“No,” you replied. “We need to stop. This. All of this.”

It was like it took a moment for it to register, for your words to get through. He pulled away, slowly, eyebrows furrowed.

“Wh-” he shook his head in confusion. “Why?”

You gulped, taking in a deep, shaky breath. “I just think it’s the right time. You’re over Yeri, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, with no hesitation. “But-”

“Okay,” you responded, lips pressing together with a nod. “Then… mission accomplished, right?”

Jinyoung shook his head once more with a humorless laugh. “I don’t get it. We have fun together. I thought this was working for both of us, we were getting what we wanted?”

When he said it, it made sense. You did have fun, and you were getting all of your needs met and then some. But you couldn’t keep it up, you couldn’t let your feelings grow until they’d be impossible to ignore.

“I just-” you whispered, searching for the right words, the ones that could get him to agree without him seeing right through you. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Jinyoung stepped back until no part of his body was touching yours. You felt cold already. His tongue ran along his lip as he stared at you, searching your face for an answer you prayed he wouldn’t discover.

“Can you at least tell me why?”

You wanted to. You really did. There was a big part of you that wanted to tell him the truth, how you fantasized about this all being real, not just for fun. Something that could last. You wanted to wake up next to him in the morning and fall asleep in his embrace every night. But it was one-sided, which meant it could never happen.

“I broke one of the rules,” you managed, voice cracking.

Jinyoung’s entire body tensed in front of you, and you watched as a cold brick wall went up behind his eyes. That openness, the trust you’d built. Suddenly, you felt like it’d been severed in half. “Which rule.”

You swallowed, wringing your hands tight enough that you could feel your nails pressing crescents into your palms. “It doesn’t matter. I think we should stop. Okay?”

“What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Of course it fucking matters. If you-” he stopped himself, exhaling slowly, and you noticed his fists clenching at his sides.

“Please don’t make me say it, Jinyoung. Just trust me, I didn’t mean to. I… it all happened so fast. I should have said something earlier, before last night. I’m sorry.”

A realization seemed to dawn on him, his eyes darkening. He took another step back. “Fine.”

Maybe he knew. Maybe he could tell by your tone that you’d fallen in love with him, and after all, it had been a dealbreaker. You both went into this specifically because there would be no feelings involved, and you’d gone and fucked it up.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Your heart felt like it was cracking into a thousand pieces.

“Don’t.” Jinyoung’s jaw looked like it was wired shut, and there was a fire in his eyes you’d never seen before. “I thought—you know, I don’t know what I thought. Fuck me for thinking we’d be on the same page here.”

“Jinyoung, I tried. I did. I wanted this to work. But it just happened. I saw Jaebeom… and I…” You wiped at a stray tear on your cheek. You wanted to explain it to him, that you didn’t realize until you saw Jaebeom, but the words were hard to find.

At Jaebeom’s name, Jinyoung narrowed his eyes and balled his hands into fists.

“Why are you crying?” He asked harshly. “You wanted this, and we promised we’d be honest, right? So when did it happen?” There was something new in his tone, something you’d never heard from him before. Deeper than anger. Hurt.

You sniffled. “When you were in New York.”

Until he’d left you, you didn’t realize how deep your feelings for him ran. The distance had brought you clarity, however terrifying it had been to accept your fate. You simply couldn’t ignore the truth any longer.

After an unbearably long silence, Jinyoung turned and walked over to the sink, leaning his palms onto the counter. “You should have told me last night. Before.”

Your lip quivered as you brushed more tears away. Of course you should have told him sooner, you should have told him the minute you figured out that you felt more for him than friendship. But you’d been weak and scared.

“I’m-”

“Please, don’t apologize again. Just…” he turned back around, words coming out slow as if he was carefully choosing each one. “It’s probably a good idea for you to leave before I say something I’ll regret.”

This was a new side of Jinyoung for you to witness. Cold, angry, and bitter. You should have known better, to keep your heart out of it, but it was too late now. You didn’t fully understand why he was so hurt, but he had every right to deal with your confession however he pleased.

Another apology was on the tip of your tongue but you swallowed it back, simply nodding before you began gathering the few things you’d brought with you. Jinyoung watched you in silence, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you slipped your shoes back on.

Luckily, you made it all the way to your car before you doubled over, finally releasing a strangled sob. Why did it feel like a thousand knives slicing at your skin, all at once?

You loved him. God, did you love him. Even now, with your heart in pieces, you couldn’t let that feeling go. You shut yourself into the safety of the driver’s seat, grateful for your tinted windows as you cried your heart out, forehead pressed into the steering wheel.

Maybe you’d be able to move on someday, just as you had with Jaebeom. But for now, you’d let yourself feel the emptiness.

~~~~

You sniffled, grabbing another tissue and blowing your nose.

“How do you look at the girl you love, and tell yourself it’s time to walk away?”

Your lips mouthed the words along with Channing Tatum, at the very same moment that Bambam snorted, chewing his popcorn noisily.

“Come on, man, this movie is bullshit.”

“Bam. Shut the hell up,” Sana retorted, jabbing her elbow into his side from her spot on the couch.

“Ow,” he complained, rubbing his side, but he shot you an apologetic look regardless.

It was movie night, and you’d been given the privilege of picking the film to watch, which you were sure was completely out of pity. Usually, it was put up to a vote, but for the first time ever, Sana declared that it was up to you to pick. Yugyeom and Bambam whined about it, but let it go fairly easy.

It’d been more than a month since that morning with Jinyoung, and you hadn’t seen him since. You didn’t feel it was your place to reach out to him, knowing he probably needed time, but you’d been surprised after the first few days of silence.

Then it hit you. You’d lost him, for good, all because you couldn’t control yourself. The one person you’d grown to trust wholeheartedly through it all, even beyond Sana. You let Jinyoung see every part of you, and you had nothing to show for it now besides a broken heart.

You’d cried more that first week than you had in years. Your lowest point was Friday, when Sana came home to you laying on the couch, watching Bridget Jones’ Diary and eating marshmallows straight from the bag.

Things got better from that point, but you still felt as if you were walking through life on autopilot. Wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. You hadn’t realized how big of a part Jinyoung played in your daily life until he was gone. It all faded from technicolor to black and white.

“I’m just saying… she wouldn’t be crying if she’d let us watch John Wick like I suggested,” Bambam offered up weakly.

You took a deep breath, straightening your back and wiping your cheeks. “I’m fine. It’s just hormones. I have my period,” you said, knowing this would get him off your back.

“No you don’t,” Yugyeom said. “Your period was last week.”

“How do you know that?” you asked, gaping at him.

Yugyeom shrugged. “I figured out your menstrual cycle. For my own good. You always make me carry in the incoming orders when you have cramps.”

Damn, maybe you needed to stop using your period as an excuse.

You blinked at him and everyone laughed. Everyone except Jackson, at least, who continued to sulk in the corner of the other couch. He’d been keeping his distance from you, though he still came over occasionally. There was a certain icy exterior about him in your presence. His loyalty to Jinyoung trumped his loyalty with you, which was understandable.

You focused back on the movie, desperately trying to keep your thoughts away from Jinyoung. It had been the biggest hurdle you’d faced these last weeks, and one you’d failed to cross every single time.

You didn’t care about the sex. It had been incredible, but you would have lived without it if you could just have him back in your life. Even just as your best friend. The one you texted when you saw something funny, the one you leaned on when you were feeling sad or anxious, the one whose laugh was the single best sound you’d ever heard.

If only you knew how he was doing. Did he hate you? Your mind had jumped to that conclusion thousands of times by now. You knew him, you knew if he’d decided he was done with you, that was it. The same as he’d done years ago when he chose to get over you.

Jackson excused himself to the kitchen for a drink and you quickly followed, claiming you wanted to refill your popcorn. He was crouched in front of the fridge, arm extended painfully to reach the last can of cider in the back corner.

“Jack?” you asked, fingers tapping nervously against the side of the popcorn bowl. You kept your voice down, knowing your friends in the living room would be able to hear you easily, and there was no way they weren’t attempting to eavesdrop already.

He glanced up, acknowledging your presence, then returned his focus to the task at hand.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Finally, his fingers wrapped around the can and he stood up after retrieving it, turning around to face you. “I guess.”

You’d never seen him like this. Jackson was one of the most loyal human beings you’d ever known, but you didn’t realize how awful it would feel when it worked against you.

“How is he? Is he okay?” You swallowed, wringing your hands together. You had a million other questions, but you’d start there.

Jackson traced the lip of his cider can with his fingertip, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek. “He’s fine. You’re not his favorite person right now, if you want me to be honest.”

Of course you weren’t. That message had certainly been received.

“I know. I just-” you cut yourself off with a deep breath, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I guess I thought it would be okay after a few days, and we could go back to normal.”

Jackson looked at you like you were crazy. “Seriously? You thought it’d go back to normal? Come on, Y/N.”

Your stomach turned with guilt yet again. “I miss him. And I… I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. It was an accident.”

“What, you tripped and Jaebeom’s dick caught your fall?” he asked, eyebrows raised. There was no way your friends hadn’t heard him. You heard rustling, and it sounded like someone paused the movie.

“Wait… what?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t—he told you I slept with Jaebeom?”

“Yeah. You told him you did. Didn’t you?”

“No!” You shook your head, gripping your bowl so tightly it felt like it would break. “Why would he think that?”

Jackson shrugged. “He said you slept with Jaebeom while he was in New York, that you admitted it when he came back.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Sana interrupted, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Y/N did not sleep with Jaebeom. Did that asshole say she did?”

“No, Y/N said she did.”

“I didn’t!” You set the popcorn bowl down before you could drop it, rubbing your temples once your hands were free. “He thinks I slept with Jaebeom? That’s why he hasn’t talked to me?”

The world seemed to spin around you and your heart pounded deep in your chest, all of the information falling together as you remembered back to that morning.

I broke one of the rules… I saw Jaebeom… It just happened…

“Oh my god.”

“What?” Jackson and Sana asked at the same time.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone else! I’m in love with him!”

Both of your friends stared at you, jaws practically on the kitchen floor. Bambam and Yugyeom appeared in the doorway behind Sana, ears perked up like curious cats.

“Who are you in love with?” Yugyeom asked, looking between you and Jackson, pointing to the latter. “Him?”

“Oh my god,” you repeated, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He thinks I slept with Jaebeom. What the fuck?”

“You’re in love with him?!” Jackson asked, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. “But he—Y/N, you need to tell him. Right now.”

“Tell who?” Bambam asked.

“Jinyoung!” You and Jackson answered in unison.

“You’re in love with Jinyoung?” Yugyeom asked, but you were already pushing past him to get to the living room.

You needed to talk to him, explain it all. The thought of sleeping with someone else… it made you physically sick. Jinyoung was the only one you’d wanted for a long time. Longer than you even realized.

“Hold on a second,” Sana called, stopping you. You turned back around to face your friends. “I thought you said he didn’t feel the same way?”

“I didn’t think he did. Does he?” You asked, directing your question to Jackson.

He chewed his lip. “It’s not really my place to say…”

“Jackson.” You took a deep breath. “If I go over there and pour my heart out, am I going to make a complete fool out of myself?”

Jackson took a moment to mull it over, then shook his head. “No. I think you should go over there, right now.”

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You didn’t even change out of your comfy clothes before heading over to Jinyoung’s. It didn’t matter how you looked right now, you just knew you needed to get to him. Your heart was racing at a million miles a minute, hoping and praying that you weren’t too late.

What if you were? What if he was out on a date now, or had someone over? If that was the case, you didn’t think you could come back from that. Just the thought was enough to break you, but you had to try.

Pure adrenaline propelled you to his apartment door, but once you were there you froze. What were you going to say? Should you just come right out with it?

I know you hate me, but there’s been a misunderstanding—I’m actually in love with you.

You found yourself whispering the words to yourself over and over as you stared at his door. It was easy to say out loud now, but you knew it would be more of a challenge to say it to his face.

“I’m in love with you. That’s all you have to say. Come on, it’s not that hard. God, stop being such a wimp,” you told yourself, running your fingers through your hair until you felt like it was going to start falling out.

“Sorry to interrupt, but-”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the deep voice next to you, spinning around to come face to face with Jinyoung. He was in his usual dark grey suit and black tie, grasping his briefcase in one hand.

“Jesus,” you gasped, hand clutching your chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

His expression gave nothing away. For all you knew, he still hated you. Although it was a relief that he had been at work, not out sticking his tongue down some other girl’s throat.

“Sorry. Uh,” Jinyoung reached up to rub the back of his neck. “Do you mind? I need to get in there,” he said, nodding towards the door.

You apologized and moved out of his way, watching as he pulled out his key and unlocked the door. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until Jinyoung kept the door open for you to follow him inside.

That was a good sign, right?

After letting the door shut behind you, you didn’t know where to go, so you just stood close to the door and shoved your hands in the pocket of your hoodie, if only because you had no idea what else to do with them.

“How long were you standing there?” you asked, silently praying he hadn’t already heard you confessing to the door.

“Not long,” Jinyoung replied, setting his briefcase down at the kitchen island and shedding his suit jacket.

Typical. He didn’t give anything away, and he still hadn’t even made eye contact with you. He definitely hated you.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, finally. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this nervous.

Jinyoung turned to face you, hands resting in his pockets. You hadn’t seen him in over a month, and the sight of him in his dress shirt and tie… was overwhelming, to say the least. You gulped, averting your eyes to the floor.

“Okay…”

“I didn’t sleep with Jaebeom. I didn’t sleep with anyone else,” you started. First and foremost, you needed him to know that. It killed you knowing he’d spent the whole month thinking you’d given your body to somebody else when you couldn’t even stand the thought. “That wasn’t the rule that I broke.”

It took you a moment to be able to look up at Jinyoung. He was biting the skin of his lip, almost like he was nervous too. He took a single step forward, though it still felt like there was an ocean between the two of you.

“Okay. Which rule did you break, then?”

One deep breath in, one long breath out. You could do this. But you needed to feel him, to ground yourself to earth before you risked it all.

You took a few hesitant steps towards him, one foot in front of the other until you were close enough to smell his cologne.

“I didn’t mean to. And if you don’t feel the same way, it’s totally okay, I just… can’t lose you. This last month has been hell without you. So, the truth is...”

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around Jinyoung’s wrist until he slipped his hand out of his pocket. Finally, his fingers intertwined with yours and you felt it. Safety. Security. Home.

“I’m in love with you,” you finally confessed.

“I know,” he responded.

“What?” you asked, stuttering. “H-how did you know?”

“I heard you telling my door,” he answered, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

You sighed, ducking your head in embarrassment. “Oh god.”

Jinyoung tugged your hand and pulled you closer. “It was kind of adorable. But I wanted to hear you say it, you know, to me.”

Tilting your head up, you looked him in the eyes and shrugged. “Well, it’s true. Do you…?” you trailed off, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hmm,” Jinyoung hummed, lifting his free hand to rest against your cheek. “Do I what?”

Your head tipped forward to rest against him and you whined, “Come on. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Jinyoung chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest against your forehead. “Okay, okay. Let me see your face.”

With a sigh, you pulled back to look up at him. He was staring down at you, complete adoration in those brown eyes. You swallowed, fingers squeezing his hand to anchor yourself.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, angel. I tried to deny it, but I couldn’t do it.” He spoke softly, and even though he didn’t say much, you felt every ounce of his feelings for you spill out at once. “You’re it for me.”

You blinked and a tear fell. For the first time, you didn’t try to hide it or wipe it away. “I’m sorry that I took so long to catch up.”

It was odd to think that all of these years, you’d been chasing after Jaebeom when Jinyoung had been right under your nose. This person that understood you on the deepest level possible, and could make you smile more than anyone you’d ever met. He was everything you lacked, and vice versa. You couldn’t believe it had taken this long for you to see it.

“There’s no rush. You’ve been in my life all this time, and that was enough for me.” Jinyoung caught one of your tears under his thumb, swiping it away. “I thought I’d gotten over it. I threw myself into work, into Yeri, but she saw right through me. Then you suggested this… arrangement, and I couldn’t say no. It all came flooding back that first night.”

You still remembered it like it was yesterday. The way he’d held you, made you feel beautiful and wanted, like nobody else ever had. That was the first time it’d felt different with him, the first time you saw him as more than a friend. Now here you were, more in love with him than you thought possible.

“I was scared. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner,” you admitted, bringing your joined hands up to your lips so you could kiss his knuckles. “But now that I’m here, I’ve never felt more secure. It’s worth the risk.”

“I promise,” Jinyoung began, brushing his fingertips along the line of your jaw, “that I will never hurt you. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll love you for who you are, through all of your good and bad days, your chaotic cooking, all of your teasing and testing of my limits.”

You let out a half laugh, half sob. “Jinyoung, you’re it for me too. I can just… I feel it, you know? Here.” Your free hand came up to rest on your own heart. “This is yours.”

“I’m never going to take it for granted.”

You’d never seen him so soft, so vulnerable. There were tears in his eyes, too. It was almost like the last decade had been leading to this moment, right here. Even though he was fully dressed in his fancy work clothes and you were wearing a ten year old hoodie and ratty joggers, this was where you were meant to be.

“Can you kiss me now, please? It’s been too long.”

Jinyoung laughed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I think I can do that.”

By the time he leaned down, lips only inches from yours, you finally felt like the world had righted itself.

You tipped your head up the rest of the way until your lips melted into his. Letting go of Jinyoung’s hands, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. There were tears falling down both of your cheeks, but it was the best kiss you’d ever had.

With Jinyoung’s arms around your waist, he brought you flush against his body, kissing you until you both had to come up for air. Jinyoung pressed his forehead against yours, noses brushing together as you caught your breath.

“I want to do this right,” he said, quietly, gripping your waist. “Start over, almost. I want to take you out on a real date, one that doesn’t end with sex. I just…” Jinyoung shrugged, pulling away just enough to kiss your forehead. “I want to show you what you’ve deserved all this time.”

Your cheeks felt hot, just thinking of going out on a date with Jinyoung. As if you were a teenager again, being asked out for the first time. This was how it was supposed to feel, you realized.

“I love you,” you told him and slid your hand into his hair. You had missed the way his strands felt between your fingers. “I don’t want to stop saying it.”

“God, you’re so god damn cute.” Jinyoung kissed your nose and you giggled, leaning down to bury your face in his neck.

“Shut up,” you whined and squeezed him close in a hug, feeling him laugh into your hair. “Can we cuddle and watch a documentary?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, bending down to tuck his arms under your knees. You gasped as he lifted you up easily, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you over to the living room to set you on the couch.

“Ugh, you’re such a show off,” you said as you snuggled into him, nudging his side.

Jinyoung poked your side with the remote in retaliation, grinning enough that his dimples popped and his eye whiskers made an appearance. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach, a feeling you now welcomed rather than buried down.

“Here, pick something,” he said as he handed you the remote and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

After ten minutes of scrolling and debating on what exactly to spend your night watching, you finally decided on a two hour documentary about Edgar Allen Poe. You easily leaned into Jinyoung’s side, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Your eyes drifted shut after twenty minutes, so comfortable in Jinyoung’s arms that your body fell into a light sleep. You vaguely registered a blanket being draped over your lap, though Jinyoung’s warmth never left you. You just snuggled deeper into him, nuzzling your face into his chest.

An incessant buzzing awoke you from your impromptu nap, feeling something vibrate against your thigh. You whined, lower lip jutting out as you opened your eyes. Jinyoung kissed your temple as he pulled his phone from his pocket, eyebrows knitted in confusion as he stared down at the screen.

“It’s Sana. I honestly didn’t even know she had my number.”

“Answer it. Make it stop,” you pouted, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“Hello?” Jinyoung asked after bringing the phone up to his ear.

Jinyoung was silent for a while, and you could just barely register the sound of Sana’s voice on the other end, but not loud enough for you to make out what exactly she was saying.

“Yes, she’s here. Yeah… No, I know… Jesus Christ, Sana… Listen, you have nothing to worry about, okay? Yeah… Okay, bye.”

Jinyoung cleared his throat as he hung up the phone, setting it down on the empty cushion next to him. “Well,” he began, slipping his arm back around your shoulders, “it’s safe to say, you have a very loyal friend in Sana.”

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. She just explained, in very graphic detail, how exactly she would, uh, remove my manhood if I ever hurt you. So.” He pressed his lips together, eyes staring into space as if he’d been scarred for life.

You fought back a smile. “Oh, wow. I mean, you’d better listen. I’d be very sad if anything happened to your-”

“Please don’t say manhood,” he finished for you, releasing a deep sigh.

Giggling, you patted his thigh. “Alright, I won’t say it. But the fact still stands.”

Jinyoung chuckled and shook his head. “I won’t, though. You know that, right? I can’t even imagine it.”

“I don’t need you to promise that, Jinyoung. Life…” you shrugged your shoulders, turning your body so that you could truly face him, look him in the eyes. “Things happen. Maybe one day, you’ll have a bad day at work and snap at me when I tease you a little too hard. Or maybe I’ll snap at you. We’re gonna fight, Jinyoung. And it’ll hurt. But this,” you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “This feels right. This is what I care about.”

The corner of Jinyoung’s lips lifted as he looked down at your hands, then back up at you. “How about a new pact?” he asked, twisting your hands until only your pinkies linked together.

“Okay.” You curled your finger around his.

“Let’s make a deal. We’ll love each other, listen to each other, be honest, and just… choose each other. Every day.”

The deep, sincere tone of Jinyoung’s voice was enough for your eyes to well up once more, though you fought it back down.

“Deal,” you said, leaning forward to kiss the back of your own thumb, the universal ‘pinky promise’ gesture. Jinyoung did the same, then pulled you closer by your hand to press his lips into yours. You smiled into the kiss, melting against him once more.

You didn’t know what would happen in the future; you couldn’t make predictions or promise that it would always be perfect, but you knew that finally, through all of the ups and downs and the wrong turns, you had found your home. It was here, with Jinyoung.

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shiberpostshere · 4 years

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The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

13. Chapter Nine: Mega big brain boy ✨

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Yesterday was wild. It was truly wild personified. Your friends and Seonghwa's friends mingled together to create, as Yeosang kept mentioning, chaos multiplied.

Despite the loud talking, heavy eating, after-dinner meeting and dramatic goodbyes under the influence of alcohol, (No one has yet confessed who switched Cola with Alcohol. Hence, the appearance of bold Jongho) the time spent was the most fun you've had since college life began.

It was fun but it was tiring staying up late.

The only thing that occupied your mind today was the thought of comfortable sheets putting you to sleep in your bed.

Currently, you're thinking about the same but with different emotions, specifically regret.

"Why are you making a face like that? This is the fourth time you've zoned out today." Seonghwa's question pulls you out of your trance.

You two wrapped the daily studio teaching a few minutes ago and the next occupants of the recording studio showed up when you were leaving. As Seonghwa conversed with them, you decided to text Yeri, who delivered you the news, shattering your napping plans.

Why today, of all days, today I forgot my key?

You rub your eyes and place the phone in your pocket. "You've been counting?"

"Well, you're the only person here I am supposed to pay attention to. So yes, I've been counting. What's up?" He asks as you two begin walking down the stairs.

Groaning, you push your hair back into an aggressively tight ponytail. "I forgot my dorm keys, I wanted to nap but now I need to pretend to study in the library while I complain loudly in my mind."

He raises a brow, hands fishing out car keys from his pocket. "Why don't you just drink your deathly beverage? Doesn't it keep you all buzzed and active?"

You stop in front of the building entrance with a smug expression. "Oh, my deathly beverage for which I attended the beverage addiction convention?"

Looking down, he shakes his head. "Do you want to grab something to eat?" You expected a snarky or teasing remark but what is delivered surprises you for a moment.

"Together?" The thought of just the two of you sharing a meal is enough for your heart to beat a little faster than usual.

The time spent in the studio mostly consists of him correcting mistakes and answering your confused questions.

The initial embarassment is only subtly present. His playful comment are mostly absent when he's explaining what Hongjoong has already well explained to you. His presence is comfortable.

When among your friends there's always someone (mostly Mingi) chiming in now and then but this is the first time since you've met that you'll be spending time with each other.

Frankly, you also don't know how to act around everyone with him when even sneezing is considered giggling. You two haven't exactly acknowledged openly about your high school crush on him other than easy, playful conversation you two engage in quite a lot, whether texting or talking.

"No, we'll be sitting on seperate tables." He begins walking towards his car. You had half-expected an answer like that.

"Really? That sounds great, at least I don't have to put up with your nagging." Arriving by his side, you comment with a side eye.

He offers you a deadpan expression. "Didn't you listen to what Yeosang said? I'm actually that clueless. That open discussion about me, remember."

"Are you really? I have receipts of your messages admitting how you find my reactions 'cute'." You tap your pocket, contaning the source of evidence, your phone.

The confidence comes when with him without you having to muster up any.

Seonghwa unlocks his car, a small hint of smile on his lips. "Okay, let's continue this conversation while eating."

This boy.

"Are you really that unphased? Are you really that clueless? Teach me your ways."

He opens the door to the passenger's seat. "I'll feed you instead."

You place your hands on your chest, followed by a dramatic expression. "Wow, you're amazing at deflecting."

Seonghwa places a hand on his hip and that's your cue to get inside before losing your free meal ticket.

You'd rather eat with Seonghwa any day instead of pretending to study at the library with droopy eyes.

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After a ten minutes ride to a small and cozy restaurant, you two are seated in the chatter filled environment with two servings of soup in front of you loaded with vegetables, meat and noodles.

He arranges the spoons for both of you.

"Better than greasy food that will make you more sleepy." He sips a spoonful and an instant satisfaction takes over his features.

You chuckle. "Oh my god, you're really a mom material---" The comment is instantly regretted as you taste the refreshing soup, enough to widen your eyes.

He slurps the noodles and then turns to you with a victorious smile. "You develop motherly instincts when you hang out with children."

"Children?" You're listening to him but the soup definitely has a majority of your attention. "Oh, you mean the guys?"

"All the seven of us are uniquely handful," The smile is still ever present on his lips.

Even though you haven't spent much alone time with him, you can still detect the warmth filled, selfless nature he had back then and still has it within him now.

That was one of the main reasons you were attracted to him.

Okay, not now (Y/N), let's not make it awkward.

You take a big bite of the juicy, broth soaked meat. "You're still as initiative and kind as I remember." Speaking with much difficulty, you hold up your hand in front of your lips, "But I think something went wrong somewhere and you developed the quality of enjoying making fun of innocent girls like me."

He offers you a tissue with his trademark, unphased expression. "I am actually that clueless." He shrugs.

You snatch the tissue and wipe the corner of your lips. "Yeah, sure."

He laughs at the look on your face. "What? You can't take a little teasing from your senior?"

You throw up your hands in false frustration. "Oh my god, stop asserting your age kink!"

"It's not a kink!" He says defensively.

"Yes, sure. Mingi is Mingi but you, you are something else!" You say the statement, knowing that he understands the meaning behind it and begin sipping the remaining broth.

He too, downs the broth in one shot. "What am I?"

There it is, that amused and knowing glint in his eyes and the smirk he's attempting to hide.

"You're..I don't know, whatever. Seventeen year old Seonghwa would never do this to me" You bite your tongue after delivering the statement.

He crosses his arms below his chest. "Seventeen year old Seonghwa was actually clueless."

You point a finger at him with an exaggerated smirk. "Ha! You are basically saying that twenty-one year old Seonghwa isn't!"

He places his head on his hands, shoulders shaking with gentle laughter. "(Y/N) if you keep reacting like that, do you really think I can stop?"

Your expressive gesture shrinks. "You know what, I understand now." You hold up your hands in defeat.

"No, don't stop now. We are finally opening up and talking." He gives you an encouraging nod.

"Oh, don't trick me now. My eyes are about to roll back into my head." Your fingers undo the ponytail to let your hair breath.

Sleep has abandoned your senses long ago but only now you realise how energized you're feeling.

"Fifteen year old (Y/N) would never." The innocent face of his doesn't do justice to the way he is speaking.

"Hey!" You protest.

Wow, I sure react to everything he says.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop now but If it ever gets beyond the limit, tell me." He assures with an honest expression.

God, you cannot be teasing one minute and be kind the other, no, don't do this Park Seonghwa.

You huff out a sigh and lean into your palms. "It is harmless anyway but you're too good at it and sometimes you are something else."

He mirrors your posture. "Yes, (Y/N), so tell, What am I? What is something else?"

Your face falls into your palm and you hear his soft chuckles.

Not again, Park Seonghwa, not again.

Pairing: College Student! Seonghwa x College Student! Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst

Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.

A/N: He make fun of you, he tease you but mostly importantly, he feed you 🙏🏻

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Finding Atlantis (part 13)

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: oof this chapter is ...a bit emotional. I cried while writing this lmao i hope you all like it

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

“We need to find port soon. We’re running low on supplies.”

“I know. I’m not sure how much longer we have to keep sailing. I’m not sure how much longer we can keep sailing.” You frown down at the map on the table while Yixing fiddles with the compass next to you.

A week. It’s been a week since the last trial and a week since there has been a single sign that your crew is still on the right track. No new hints, no change in song, nothing.

Each day that passes places a heavier weight on your shoulders. Time is ticking by but there’s no way to know just how much time is left on your clock. On Junmyeon’s clock.

Your first mate has been out of it since Isla de Sirena. He barely comes above deck for anything that he isn’t directly summoned for. Everyone can sense the uneasiness in his attitude; can see it on his face. The disquiet in his mind is so loud that you can feel it just by being around him.

“Have you talked to him?” Yixing’s voice breaks you out of your worried thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Junmyeon. Have you talked to him?”

You shake your head at his words and trace an invisible line across the map from where you started to where you are now. A quick stroke of your finger across the paper that represents all that you’ve gone through this month. It’s almost funny to see all of your near death experiences, injuries, loss, and pain being reduced to a simple 2 second line made with your fingertip.

“I’m afraid to,” you finally admit. You tap your finger against the map and look up. “This is the first time I’ve seen him like this in years. The last time was around when the three of us first started trying to get him home, remember?”

The frown that rests on Yixing’s face deepens at your words. “Junmyeon just gets lost in his mind sometimes. It happened before and he recovered, so he'll be fine this time too.”

He’ll be fine this time too. But what if he won’t be?

You focus your eyes back to the table and the writing on the map. “Do you think it would be better if we just turned around? What if we just…stopped all of this? If we went back to the way things were before?” Yixing’s silence pushes you to continue on, to fight against the heaviness settling in the air. “Maybe Jun doesn’t even really want to go home. You saw how he reacted when we talked about his dad; he’s been depressed since the start of this so maybe going home isn’t the best thing for him-”

“Not the best thing for him? Or not the best thing for you?” Your mouth dries and you clench your jaw to keep from saying anything else. “Captain, I understand that you are worried and that this is…a big change, but you cannot honestly think that going back to normal is the best option. You know what is going on with the ocean, you know that he needs to go back; you know that he misses home and he was never meant to be with us forever. This was always going to happen. This ending has been written from the start.

“It would be best for you to accept that now before you lose your chance to really say goodbye to him.”

You laugh dryly. “Why are you making it sound like we’re never going to see him again after this?”

“Captain-”

“We’re going to take him home. He’s going to fix things there and then he’ll come back to us. Don’t-” you swallow hard “Don’t phrase it like we’re never going to see him again. He left Atlantis once, and he can do it again.”

You feel Yixing looking at you. Disappointed or concerned you aren’t sure.

Maybe a mix of both.

Yixing sighs out your name with enough heartbreak coating the sound to feel like a punch in your stomach. “I’m not going to let you sit here in denial. Junmyeon is going home, and the chance that we will ever see him again after this is very, very low. You need to accept that now while you still have time with him. He knows this. I know this. The crew knows this. You know this. Pretending that it won’t happen will only make it that much more painful.”

You clench your fists.

Yixing stands up from the table.

“Talk to him. Accept reality and get ready to move on. 7 years is a long time to spend together, but you can’t expect that he will just stay at your side for the rest of your lives.”

The door shuts softly behind him. You exhale a shaky breath and close your eyes.

This ending was written from the start.

Ending. You’ve ended plenty of things in your life; why does this one feel so hard to break off?

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The crew cabins is a space that you tend to avoid. Not because you dislike going there, but you feel as though your crew deserves at least this space for themselves. You have your quarters and you allow people to enter and leave as they please, but you know that the cabins is the one space where they can escape from your presence.

But there are times when you have to invade that space.

Times like this.

“Junmyeon? Are you busy?”

Said man looks up from the book settled in his lap to catch your eyes, his wide with surprise.

“Oh, uh no I’m not busy. Am I needed for something above deck?” He starts to get up from his bunk.

“No!” Your hands raise in alarm to stop him before you realize it. “No no. I just…I wanted to talk to you, if you’re free?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion before he nods and takes a final look at the book to remember where he’s leaving off. “Of course, but I’ve got to admit that you’re scaring me a bit,” he chuckles nervously before closing the book.

Cut straight to the chase. Cut straight to the chase. Cut straight to the chase.

“So uh, what are you reading?”

Idiot.

His eyelashes flutter from his quick, startled blinks. “You came here to ask me…what I’m reading?”

You try to smile reassuringly when you nod, but you know that your piss poor job of trying to convince him isn't going well.

He narrows his eyes and then sighs loudly. “Yixing talked to me two days ago.” You hold back a groan as he sits up. “I was wondering when you would finally stop being a chicken and come talk to me.”

Oh great. “Traitor,” you grumble to yourself. “Okay yeah fine. I’m not here about your book. I wanted to talk to you about-”

Junmyeon stands up suddenly and your words stall on your tongue.

“No…”

Horror. You hear the emotion clearly in his single word. Conversation forgotten, Junmyeon rushes away and you stare after him with fear settling thick in your veins. Junmyeon is never one to cut someone off when they’re talking to him. Even less so being someone to be suddenly stricken with an emotion so raw and dark as horror.

“Fuck!”

“Captain! Where’s the Captain?”

“What is going on?!”

The myriad of voices come muffled from above. You hear people running around and calling out for you; it snaps you into action. Sleeping bodies around you startle awake at the commotion from above combined with your frantic feet stomping through the cabin back to the main deck.

It’s deep into the night, a time when the sky would be its darkest if not for the light of the moon.

But it isn’t black. A sickly shade of green paints the sky around you; a sinister and alarming feeling surrounding you. It’s far too bright and the moon is nowhere to be seen. Something isn’t right.

You look around your ship in alarm.

Sehun is the first to take notice of your arrival amid the disorder.

“The water! Captain there is something wrong with the water!” There is something wrong with more than just the water. You can’t stop your eyes from taking in the unnatural color of the air around you. Sehun’s grip on your wrist is tight and damp from the fear seeping out of his body in the form of sweat. He pulls you over to the side of the ship where most of your men are looking down at the water around the vessel.

It’s black.

Dark like ink and eerily still.

“Are we still moving?”

“The ship won’t move. We have no wind and the water is still,” Yeri informs you, turning away from the water with wet eyes. “We’re stuck. We don’t know what’s going on!”

Junmyeon. “Where’s Jun-”

“The dinghies!” a boatswain shouts.

You whirl around to find Junmyeon fighting off three of your crewmen in an attempt to climb into one of the dinghies. You run over and push through all of the bodies to grab his shirt and pull with all the force in your body. You fall backwards with Junmyeon falling with a loud thud at your side.

He tries to get on his feet and you’re throwing yourself on top of him to pin him down before he has a moment to even get on his knees.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” you shout in his face.

You expect him to fight you to get up, but he doesn’t. If he wanted to he could easily wrestle himself out of your hold. He seems too calm all of a sudden.

“I have to go out there. I need to go out there,” he says softly, chest rising and falling heavily.

“Go out where Junmyeon? There’s nothing out there; are you fucking insane?” You’re pulled off the ground and off of Junmyeon and held tightly in someone’s arms to keep you from tackling him. You feel livid. “You see that water and the fucking sky. What in Posiedon’s name could possibly be going through your head for you to think taking a fucking small ass dinghy into the middle of that water alone is a good idea?”

What is wrong with him? Has he not learned anything during these trials? Does he not care about his safety? None of you have any idea what is out there. He doesn’t even know what’s out there.

You feel your eyes stinging from the tears building. You’re so angry at him.

You can’t lose him.

But he doesn’t even seem to care.

The arms around you squeeze you tighter and you hear your name being whispered calmly into your ear. “Hey, it’s okay. Calm down you’re shaking.”

You suddenly realize that you’re shaking so hard in anger that everyone is staring at you with concern for your wellbeing. Not at Junmyeon for trying to jump ship. Not the water for trapping your boat. Baekyun’s words do little to keep you from vibrating violently in his arms.

“Captain…this is it. I have to go out there,” Junmyeon’s voice is soft, placating as he tries to soothe you. As if you’re the one overreacting.

You shake your head and gasp in a short terrified breath. “You can’t. Y-You can’t go alone Junmyeon. What if something happens? What if you’re wrong and you go out there and get hurt?”

What if you’re right and this is goodbye?

His smile is sad.

“I know that I’m not wrong. This is it. This is the en-” You elbow your way out of Baekhyun’s arms so that you won’t have to hear the rest of Junmyeon’s sentence.

“I’m going with you,” you state. “I’m not letting you go out there alone.”

You know that you’re being illogical. That you’re being careless, but you aren't prepared for this. You won’t let it end like this, you can’t.

“I’m not sure that that’s a good idea-”

Junmyeon cuts Yixing off with a simple, “Alright.”

“You can’t be serious,” you hear Chanyeol mumble incredulously.

“Alright. Come with me,” Junmyeon says with more strength. Off the ground and two steps closer to you, Junmyeon holds out a hand for you to take. “We said we were going to finish this, right? One last adventure together. One last time trying to find Atlantis. If you want to come with me I won’t stop you. We’ll finish it together, Captain.”

He smiles warmly at you and your chest tightens in fondness. His hand hanging there in the air is a simple invitation to end the mission at his side. It’s what you want isn’t it?

Apprehension and doubt suddenly washes over you, but you can't stop yourself from taking the deciding step forward and grabbing his hand in yours. Together. You started this together and you’ll end it together.

You like the sound of that.

Someone chokes back a soft sob, but you keep from turning around. If you look back now you may regret your decision.

He squeezes your hand reassuringly and you take in a calming breath to slow your racing heart.

You could die if you go out there. You know it. There’s a chance that if you go out there with him he is taken back home and the ocean takes your life to protect the secrets beneath her surface. That his feeling is right and you’ll go out on the water and you’ll both be lost forever. For different reasons, in different states of life, but lost forever all the same.

Knowing that you don’t know what will happen, you still can’t get yourself to change your mind.

Minseok is the first to break the sudden stifling silence. “Fuck.” He throws his arms around the both of you to pull you into the tightest embrace you think you’ve ever been held in. “Be safe out there,” he murmurs to you both.

When he lets go of you, he turns to face only Junmyeon with a solemnity on his face that makes you feel ill. “It’s been an honor sailing with you, Prince Suho.” He smiles, crooked and gummy and just a bit too somber for your liking.

You let go of Junmyeon’s hand as all of your crewmen take it upon themselves to say their goodbye’s to the only first mate the ship has ever known. Hugs, kisses, tear-filled words of thanks and safe travels. You put some distance between yourself and it all.

After going to Junmyeon, Yeri turns to you. The tears in her eyes spill over, thicker than before, when she rushes you to pull you in a hug.

You hold in your own tears. “I’m not leaving for long you know?” You try to speak lightly, but her crying and grip on your shirt do not lessen.

You all know that it’s not certain what will happen; even less so if you will come back from your fool’s venture out on the water with him. Junmyeon’s permanent departure is guaranteed, yours isn’t yet determined.

When Yixing comes to you, you feel even more sick and doubtful of your decision to follow Junmyeon out on the black water. You wonder if the green light being cast across the sky hides the melancholy you’re sure shows on your face.

“The only reason I’m not going with you is because someone needs to have some common sense and stay and man the ship,” he says simply. “If you don’t come back, I will swim out there to bring you back just so that I can kill you myself.” You bark out a shocked laugh at his words and the tension on his face relaxes just minutely. His hug is firm, but the shaky exhale that he releases is soft. You wonder if you weren’t meant to hear it. You hug him back in reassurance.

“I’ll be back. I just…I have to say goodbye to Junmyeon. You were the one who told me to get ready to move on. When I see him off myself, when I see that he is safe, I’ll come back. I need this to say goodbye; I need you to be understanding. Please, Yixing.” He doesn’t speak more, only offering 2 solid pats on your back before pulling away to let you know that he’s heard you.

You pretend that you don’t see wetness in his eyes when he walks off to start bossing around whoever is willing to listen and distract him from the impending departure of his two closest crewmen.

Your crewmen don’t say goodbye to you, not individually, and for that you are thankful. You don’t think that you would be able to handle it if everyone acknowledged your voyage as a suicide mission.

The hesitation and sadness is there on their faces even as they refrain from taking you in their arms and saying what you all fear will be a permanent goodbye. The look in their eyes is enough.

Jongin cries audibly, curled in on himself, and squatting low to the ground after Junmyeon takes him in his arms and tells him to stay healthy and continue to live a happy life. Baekhyun and Kyungsoo rub his back in attempts to soothe him, and you accidentally catch Baekhyun’s eyes as he attempts to calm the younger. You aren’t sure what emotion you expected to see on his face, if any, but you least expected to see…rage.

The frown on his lips and the pull of his eyebrows as he rubs Jongin’s back while trying to communicate something to you wordlessly is too much for you to be able to understand given the situation, so you look away and back to Junmyeon who is still being swarmed by crying people.

Sehun says something that you can’t hear clearly, but you see Junmyeon laugh brightly before he throws his arms around the taller’s shoulders and falls into him for a hug.

You can’t bear to watch this all play out for any longer, so you take it upon yourself to climb into the dinghy and prepare for the trip rowing out towards nothingness. Busying yourself with ropes, you only barely acknowledge that the boat rocks with the added weight of another body.

“You wrapped up your goodbyes quickly,” you say with a smile, pulling at the rope in your hand to tighten it. “Are you ready to go-” you look up from the material in your palms to…not Junmyeon. “Baekhyun what are you doing?”

Yanking the ropes from your hands and then angrily tightening what you’ve already tightened, he doesn't immediately respond.

He finally stops and huffs, irate. “I’m going with you guys,” he says when he finally looks at you. You don’t even get beyond opening your mouth before he continues on. “As if you’re going to see Atlantis without me. This was part of our agreement remember? Appeasing my curiosity and making sure me and my men get our part of the reward money. If you go out there and die or get sucked into Atlantis and I don’t get any money, a chance to see Atlantis or the chance to kill you myself when this is over then the truce was for nothing.”

The reward money. You’d forgotten about all of that. You haven’t even thought about what happens next. If you make it back. If you don’t get the money. If you have nothing to show for this adventure outside of the hole that will be left in your heart.

“Right. The truce.” you mutter. How could you have forgotten that this was all temporary and as soon as Junmyeon is gone, you will also be losing men you’d begun to consider a real part of your crew. You’ll be losing…Baekhyun. There’s the potential that the two of you will go right back to being what you were from the very beginning.

Enemies.

You swallow down all of the emotion thickening in your throat.

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from you, frown still set in place. “And besides, who is going to make sure your dumbass actually makes it back safely?” His voice quiets. The frown melts into more of a pout. “I can’t just leave you to die.”

Your throat tightens further. “Baekhyun-”

“Baekhyun!” Jongin calls out, interrupting you. You and Baekhyun turn in his direction. “Please be safe. Please come back to us,” he says.

The smile that spreads across Baekhyun’s face is one full of adoration. “Of course. Who else is going to take care of you if I’m gone?”

A gross feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You decide not to dwell on it.

“Junmyeon, are you ready to go?” you ask gently, just loud enough to catch his attention as he pulls away from a hug with Seulgi and Ten.

He nods and makes his way into the boat. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit confused or concerned with Baekhyun’s presence. You allow him to wave to your crew as you lower the dinghy to the unmoving inky water.

“Did you bring the compass?”

“Don’t need it. The song is telling me exactly which way to go,” Junmyeon replies to you. He places a hand over one of yours, and you clutch the oar tighter in your grip. “I can row. It’s okay, you’ve done enough. You can rest,” he says softly.

You let him pull the wood from your hands and watch his movements closely as he takes over, taking you all farther out to sea, farther away from your ship.

You sit in silence, just watching him and trying to commit him to memory. The softness of his eyes, the thickness of his brows, the smoothness of his skin and the slope of his nose. The way his lips purse in concentration as he rows and the mole that sits there right above them.

You recall every expression he’s ever made around you. The happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones and the tired ones. The stupid jokes he would say and the way he would laugh at any reaction they would bring out of people, good or bad. The way he cared for your crew and your ship, and the way he cared for you.

When is the best time to say goodbye when you’ve pushed it off for so long? Right before you never see him again? When will that moment come? Do you have hours? Minutes? Seconds?

The world feels too still even with Junmyeon rowing and Baekhyun leaning over the side of the dinghy staring into the reflective black surface of the water for a sign of anything.

“Junmyeon…” you start. He huffs out a breath from the exertion of rowing for such a long time and pulls the oars in for a break. He looks at you with curious eyes. You feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as well. What do you want to say? What can you say?

I want to thank you for all of the years you’ve spent with me. For the laughs and the adventures and the support you’ve given me. I don’t want you to go because I’m selfish but I know that I have to let you go. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else and I’ll miss you.

I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life.

I’ll love you every day for the rest of my life.

I hope to see you again someday. I pray this won’t be goodbye forever.

The words are there for you to take and verbalize. For you to get off your chest and out into the air. “I…I want to…” The first words get trapped in your throat and then die off soon after, when you notice something slowly crawling up Junmyeon’s neck.

“Junmyeon you’re turning blue…” you gape at him as bright stripes of blue appear on his skin, up his neck and across his cheek in delicate swirls and patterns.

“Holy shit,” Baekhyun gasps, eyes wide with fascination. The streaks crawl down his arms as well and you all stare as his skin is tattooed with the intricate glowing lines.

He holds up his hands to take a better look at the new additions to his skin. “This is new…”

“Your skin wasn’t like this before you left Atlantis?” Baekhyun asks.

Junmyeon shakes his head slowly and turns his hands over to examine them further. When he leans closer to the edge of the boat the designs glow brighter, more excitedly. The green sky shifts to a lavender. A gentler color, encouraging him to keep following his instincts.

“Should you…get in the water?” you whisper –fearful that your guess is incorrect and it will shift the atmosphere towards something dangerous.

You are only able to watch in frightened silence as he stares directly into the water, and then places both of his hands wrist deep into it without a moment of hesitation.

Ripples spread out abnormally far from where he breaks the tension of the obsidian surface, but he stays there with his hands still and a look of peace on his face. You look at Baekhyun nervously. He mouths a soundless, “Don’t look at me” with a helpless shrug.

When bubbles begin to rise beneath the little rowboat, terror grips you by your throat. You reach across the raft and grip Baekhyun’s wrist for some kind of comfort. Little bubbles quickly become larger and more aggressive. Junmyeon’s eyes close and the patterns on his skin glow even brighter as the bubbles grow in power. The boat rocks, glowing blue breaks through the black of the water from Junmyeon’s hands and surrounds the area just around the dinghy.

A circle of blue in a sea of black.

Your ears are filled with the most beautiful chorus of voices you’ve ever heard in your life. Soothing, warm, beckoning.

Like being welcomed home.

The return song of Atlantis, it has to be.

You and Baekhyun look at each other in wonder.

You can’t understand the language of the song, but the feeling it portrays is one of being caressed and greeted back home after years of being lost. Tears drip from Junmyeon’s closed eyes into the water below.

A smile graces his face. If even you and Baekhyun can feel this way, how must this feel to Junmyeon? How must it feel to be welcomed with such lovely song and feeling?

When Junmyeon’s eyes suddenly open, a faint blue illuminating his irises, the bubbles stop. The singing ceases.

And then the water opens up beneath you, and you’re engulfed by the ocean.

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Tipsy

pt. i. pt. ii. pt. iii.

April 2nd, 2022. 22:31 PM. Seoul.

Apart from being aesthetically pleasing for photography, high-rise balconies with nothing but the night sky and light breeze for the company have always been a place of peace for Yeri. Somewhere to gather all of her thoughts and contemplate her next move, whatever that may be. Several times throughout her career, she’s stood atop a balcony, looked out over the landscape surrounding her, and tried to put everything around her into perspective. The view alone is a big part of why she bought this apartment for herself after it became clear she couldn’t stay with her parents any longer. That and it’s close to the studio where most of her time is spent nowadays.

The wine glass placed on the table beside her has been empty for the past hour, not that it matters. The bitter taste still lingers heavily on her lips as if she’d only just gulped it down. An empty bottle sits discarded on the kitchen counter of her apartment. As of late, those bottles have been piling up more and more to where her mother has grown concerned with the amount of alcohol she’s been consuming whenever she calls over to check on her. However, if it helps with getting a good night’s rest and blocks out the lingering thoughts of self-doubt that threaten to turn her into an insomniac, that’s all that matters.

Falling asleep as the sun rises used to be perfectly fine when there were several managers around and people to make sure she was on-time to different events no matter what. But, she no longer has that luxury with just one manager who barely even checks in with her anymore. A lot has changed in the last few months since the split of Red Velvet, and yet, Yeri still feels like compared to her other former members, she has achieved nothing at all.

Joohyun has turned herself into a Mother Teresa type for plants the last she heard and is enjoying the simple life. Joy is acting again and appearing on billboards throughout the city for some cosmetic brand that is likely paying her way too much. Wendy has begun the process of kick-starting her career in America, which will no doubt end up being a success. Seulgi, well, she’s probably the only one of the group who truly understands how lost Yeri feels, but even she is preparing to debut solo.

Whilst everyone moves forward, she can’t help but feel stuck in place. Despite the leap outside of her comfort zone after leaving SM, the creative freedom she so desperately was seeking for years is not the kind she assumed she’d have once becoming a producer and songwriter for an exciting independent label.

“The artists don’t believe a former girl-group member with such little experience can give them the hit song their career desperately needs.” The words float through her mind once more. A constant alarm within her that triggers a deep sense of hopelessness whenever they appear in her thoughts.

A harsher breeze blows her flowing hair across her face, blocking her from pondering on the darkness inside of her head for too long. Probably for the best. It never ends well when she lets her insecurities get the better of her. The cold air sends a shiver down her spine and threatens to infiltrate her body with the flu if she doesn’t step back into the warmth of her home soon, which she does immediately.

Like usual, her hands drift back to the empty wine bottle, sullen to find the contents missing but mentally refusing to believe that she is the one who has consumed it entirely. Light background noise stemming from the television is the only sound audible once the doors to the balcony are closed. A re-run of a drama that Yeri has tried to binge-watch three times now, every time her intoxicated brain has prevented her from picking up on the storyline.

Her back pocket on her jeans holding her phone which is vibrating through the material. Someone is calling. Twisting her arm to grab it, her fingers almost lose their grip and drop the device which would no doubt have smashed it against the hard flooring. However, she catches it before disaster strikes and answers the call all in one motion.

Had she gotten the chance to check who it was that was on the other end of the line, she may not have wished to speak to them. But no, she has no choice. She heaves a deep sigh before putting the phone to her ear, immediately regretting how close she pressed it against her head.

“Hey! Yeri! Hello? Are you there?”

“Wendy. I’m here. You don’t need to shout, you know?”

A short laugh can be barely heard before Wendy once again bursts Yeri’s eardrums.

“I’m not shouting! There’s just an echo in my bedroom. Anyway, that’s not important, I have something to tell you!”

“If this is about the place that sells muffins that are also doughnuts again, I don’t want to hear it. I know they’re the best thing you’ve ever had but if I can’t taste them then what’s the point in telling me about it?” Yeri fires back. In Wendy’s words “heavenly food mash-ups that get the Seungwan approval,” is frankly wearing her patience thin.

“No, silly! I just woke up, I haven’t eaten yet, but I got some good news. Are you ready for it?”

“I’m practically on the edge of my seat.”

That’s the first honest thing Yeri has said to Wendy in weeks during these phone calls that have become a bit of a habit. Her tipsy state has made sitting like a normal human being relatively difficult, it seems.

“Well, prepare to be blown off it. The label finally got back to me about including the song you wrote for me on my album, they want it to be a bonus track, isn’t that amazing?”

It takes Yeri a moment to recall what Wendy is talking about. The closest her hands have gotten to completing a full song lately was a poem she wrote on a napkin whilst out for breakfast with a mean hangover. However, it suddenly clicks when Wendy hums the melody, and Yeri realizes she has made a big, huge, major error.

“Wait, Wendy. You can’t use that song! I don’t want it on your album!” She practically screeches and this time it’s Wendy’s turn to feel a sharp pain in her ears.

“Why? You were so proud of it and you know I love it too, I’ve already recorded and submitted it, I’m not sure they’ll let me take it back now.”

A throbbing sensation settles itself dead center in Yeri’s forehead. There’s absolutely no way of getting out of this one alive. Either Wendy will kill her, or… even worse…

“It’s fine, ignore me. It’s your song Wendy, I’m sure the album will be amazing but I really need to go.”

Without waiting for Wendy to tell her goodbye, Yeri has already hung up on her and is quickly scrambling to find the right contact hoping to be able to stop what could be a disaster waiting to blow up. The phone rings for several moments before finally a robotic voice reads the age-old script of “this number is unavailable, please try again later.”

For the next thirty minutes, Yeri calls and calls, desperately hoping that on at least one of these occasions she’ll finally hear anything other than a dead end. Pacing the floor of her apartment, she deeply regrets drinking all of her wine earlier. A nice glug would go down well right now to stop her entire body from shaking.

Just as she’s about to give up and try to sleep this awful situation away, her phone finally rings and there in bold letters lies the person she’s been aiming to speak to. Seulgi.

“Hey, Yeri. I have a bunch of missed calls, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

The sincere, worried tone to Seulgi’s voice only makes Yeri feel even worse about what she’s about to request of the person she’s been relying on heavily these last few months to help her through the slump she’s fallen into.

“Hey, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, about all the calls I just really need a favor from you.”

“You called me 216 times for a favor?”

Yeri pulls her phone away to check the number for herself, shocked that it’s even possible to call someone that amount of times in such a short period. But there it is, clear as day.

“Um… Yeah. It’s kind of important, you see.”

It isn’t. It’s just a stupid mistake that’s all her fault that she now needs to hope Seulgi will bail her out of without her finding out the real reason behind her request.

“Okay, what’s up? You’re worrying me, kid.”

“Well, you know Beautiful Love Lost.”

“Oh, yeah, I was just listening to the final version, funnily enough. The company loves it I even heard some people talking about how they regret letting you go.”

Things could not get any worse, Yeri thinks.

“Well, I need you to delete it, please.”

Silence is all that follows her words for a few seconds until finally Seulgi releases a deep exhale.

“Look, Yeri. I know you’ve been kind of down lately with things not working out at the label. But once this gets released, they’ll see that you’re the most talented person they have there. I promise you, you don’t need to doubt yourself.”

Things did get worse.

“It’s not that, I just think it’s too personal, I don’t want you to release it.” A lie, the biggest lie she’s ever told to Seulgi.

“I don’t understand… You were happy for me to have this and now… you’re not?”

“Yes, exactly. Now I’m not. I don’t want people to read too much into it and think they know me.”

She doesn’t speak, but Yeri can tell that Seulgi is taking in everything she’s saying to her and trying her best to digest it all. Even to her own ears, the words don’t quite make sense, nor do they feel truthful. Seulgi has always had a way of reading between the lines and Yeri knows she’s doing exactly that now, she knows that Seulgi knows this isn’t the real reason she doesn’t want her to release the song. However, she surprisingly doesn’t question it.

“Fine, I won’t use it. But you owe me another song and fast. The album is due out on the 16th but I have four more days to resubmit anything I’m not happy with.”

“Yes. You know you’re my favorite person, right Seul?”

“Sure kid,” The doubt clear in her tone. “But I mean it. Four days or I can’t do anything for you. I’ll have to use one of the SM producer’s songs.”

“I will, I promise.”

They say their goodbyes to one another with Yeri breathing a deep sigh of relief she had been holding during the entire call. However, the anxiety rises in her chest once more with the realization that Seulgi, despite her stubbornness on the subject of Wendy, will probably listen to her solo project even if it’s just to be overly and falsely critical.

Her mind goes into overdrive with worry about just how Seulgi will react. Will she bring her death slowly? Or will she simply ignore her existence as she has done with the rest of their former members?

Before the fear consumes her completely, however, several messages from Wendy appear in the notification bar of her phone.

00:13 AM [Wendy]

It’s fine Yeri, I won’t use the song if you don’t want me to. I know this is personal for you.

I hope you release it one day instead. I miss hearing you sing.

Don’t forget though, the album is out on the 15th. You better listen to it!

The only feeling Yeri is capable of at this moment is relief, however, had she took the chance to pay attention to what Wendy had said, she’d realize that another disaster was still steaming ahead on two different tracks ready to collide on the same day as each other for her two friends.

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girls-scenarios · 4 years

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The Best

Idols: Sakura and Nako (IZ*ONE) and Irene (Red Velvet)

Prompt: Hii! I wanted to make a different request! Since you're taking Iz*one requests, could you write a fluff scenario where Nako takes Sakura to see Irene (from red velvet) please? Sakura is a big fan of Irene and I've been dying for an interaction, just something fluff please?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This is something pretty different from what we usually do, but it’s super cute and I loved every moment of writing it. I hope you all enjoy as well!

♡ Tip Jar♡

Sakura’s birthday was right around the corner, and that was all the members could talk about in hushed whispers behind her back.

“I’m getting her a really expensive necklace,” Chaeyeon whispered proudly, “It’s one I know she wanted.”

“Well I’m getting her a new video game,” Yena said, and Hyewon groaned.

“Don’t get her the same one as me!”

“I’m getting her a new controller and some chocolates,” Eunbi said with a smile, “Leader always knows best.”

“No, she wanted that shirt, remember? And I got it for her,” Chaewon whispered, shaking her head. Through all of this, though, Nako was quiet, only smiling to herself. Whenever another member asked her what her present would be, she’d just shrug her shoulders, acting as if she hadn’t decided yet. But in reality, she knew that her present would be the best.

No one would be able to top her surprise. So she just smiled and listened, hoping there would be no hard feelings after this little competition for the best present was over.

“Where are we going?” It was the day before Sakura’s birthday when Nako told her to put on her best clothes and dragged her out of the house. The older girl looked suspicious as she followed Nako out to the car, straightening the headband in her hair. “I thought we would be taking the day off.”

“It’s a surprise,” Nako said, smiling brightly as she opened the car door and stepped to the side to let Sakura in first. Once again, the older girl shot her a suspicious glance, but upon hearing the word “surprise” she seemed a little bit more excited.

“Is this for my birthday?” She asked, settling into her seat and letting a little smile come to her lips. Nako just shrugged, even though her heart was pounding with excitement.

“Just wait and see.”

As soon as the car pulled up to the venue, Sakura’s eyes got wide, and she turned to stare open-mouthed at her younger friend. “Wait. Is this what I think it is?”

Finally, with excited gusto, Nako pulled two tickets from her pocket and giggled. “It is. Are you excited now?”

“I’m so excited!” With a squeal, Sakura took the tickets, as if to double-check to see if they were real. “Oh my god, we’re going to see Red Velvet in concert!”

“That’s not even the best part. Check the tickets again.”

She carefully read the tickets, and then somehow, her eyes got even bigger and she let out another squeal, covering her mouth with her hand. “B-backstage passes? Is this for real, Nako?”

“It’s for real. Happy birthday!”

“Oh my god, this is the best present ever!” Sakura through her arms around Nako’s tiny shoulders and hugged her tight, laughing with excitement. Grinning, the small girl hugged her back, internally giving herself a pat on the back. She knew this would be the best present she could ever give her. “How did you manage to get these?” Sakura looked at the tickets again in amazement, and Nako laughed sheepishly.

“I had to ask for a lot of favors and spend a bit of money. But it was all for you.”

“Thank you! I love you, you’re my favorite person in the whole world!” Once again, Sakura hugged Nako, making the smaller girl laugh happily.

“You’re welcome! But you should probably stop hugging me and get out. We don’t want to be late for the concert.”

“Oh, right.”

The seats were good. Obviously they weren’t right in front of the stage, that would be too dangerous as they were idols too. Instead, they were in a VIP section that was separated from the rest of the crowd, protecting them from any potentially crazy fans so that Sakura could fangirl in peace.

She was already fangirling before the concert even started, bouncing around in her seat excitedly and checking her phone and lightstick battery. Nako had thought ahead enough to sneak her Red Velvet merchandise into the car, which Sakura seemed to greatly appreciate.

“This is going to be amazing,” Sakura said as the lights dimmed, her eyes wide and her hand clutching her lightstick, and Nako grinned. This was so, so worth it.

At some point during the concert, Yeri noticed the two of them sitting in the stands, waved, and sent a few hearts their way. The other girls, upon seeing them, also waved and smiled. Sakura almost fainted.

Obviously, the concert was great. Red Velvet always had good stages, and seeing them in person was always exciting. Nako found herself cheering along with Sakura and even standing up to do some of the dances as the energy in the venue soared. Everyone was just as excited and happy as Sakura, and the excitement was contagious.

By the time the concert ended, Nako was flush and her throat was a bit sore, but she didn’t want them to leave. Sakura seemed to feel the same way as she slumped into her seat, staring at the now-empty stage below. Then, she perked right back up and turned to Nako with a happy squeal.

“We still have to do backstage!”

“Let’s go, then!”

It wasn’t until they got to the bouncer that Sakura started to get nervous. She quickly checked her hair in the passing mirror and asked Nako if she looked over, straightening out her skirt and messing with her blouse.

“You look great, don’t worry,” Nako said, reaching over to stop Sakura’s hand.

“I can’t believe I’m going to meet Irene.” The older girl sounded a bit dazed as she said it, handing over her pass to the bodyguard near the backstage area. He gave both of them a weird look, recognizing them, but Nako just gave him a thankful smile and a wave before ushering her friend backstage.

It was a large area, similar to the backstage areas they had when they did their concerts, but it was easy to find where they were supposed to meet Red Velvet. It was marked with a big backdrop that they couldn’t miss.

“I can’t believe this is really happening.”

“You’d better believe it. Here they come now.” Nako gave her friend’s hand a quick squeeze as the girls approached, waving and calling out there greetings.

“Whoa, it’s IZ*ONE,” Yeri said with a smile, walking over to the backdrop. “I can’t believe IZ*ONE came to see us!”

“We’re big fans,” Nako said, a bit nervous herself. Red Velvet were impressive in person, after all.

“Hello again,” Wendy said, waving at Sakura, who smiled and waved back. “Thanks for coming to our concert! You finally get to meet Irene.”

“Yeah,” Sakura said, sounding a bit dreamy as she looked at the leader, making everyone laugh.

“I’m flattered to have such a beautiful fan.” Irene stepped forward and gave Sakura a beautiful smile. Nako could feel her friend wobble a bit and stepped closer, just in case.

“Oh. Thank you! I-I’m such a huge fan,” Sakura said, a bit breathless. “You were incredible today.”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from the members of IZ*ONE.” Irene tucked her hair behind her ear, and Sakura wobbled again. “I’m glad you came.”

“It was my birthday present. It’s a really great birthday present.”

“I’ll say.” Yeri turned her attention to Nako. “We saw you up there. I sent some hearts, but I’m not sure you noticed.”

“She noticed,” said Nako with a giggle. Sakura beside her blushed, rushing to interrupt her friend before she could say anything to embarrass her.

“I was flattered that you noticed me.”

“We were so happy the two of you could make it!” Wendy gestured to their manager. “Should we take a photo? He can take it for us.”

“O-oh, right! Yes, that would be great!”

As they all lined up and posed in front of the backdrop, Irene stepped to stand beside Sakura and put her arm around her shoulders. Nako had to stop herself from laughing: she could hear Sakura’s heart pounding even where she stood two people away.

Once the photo was done, Irene gave Sakura a quick hug. “Thank you so much for coming today. I’m glad I finally got to meet you.”

Sakura was breathless again. “I’m glad I got to meet you as well. It’s an honor.”

“Would you girls like to come back with us?” Seulgi invited, gesturing to their fitting room. “We’re going to get food delivered, it would be great to sit and talk with you two. We’d like to get to know you better.”

Sakura grabbed Nako’s arm and held on tight, and the younger girl had to resist the urge to giggle. “We’d love to,” she answered, since she knew her friend wouldn’t be able to get the words out. “As long as we aren’t in the way.”

“No, you won’t be in the way! Come on back, we’re happy to have IZ*ONE here!” Wendy waved her hand and started to lead them over to the fitting room. Once they fell in line behind Red Velvet, Sakura quickly leaned down to whisper into Nako’s ear.

“Thank you so much, this is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten. I owe you everything. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Nako laughed proudly. Her mission was a success. She had a feeling Sakura would be talking about this for years to come. “You’re welcome. Just remember, I’m the best.”

“You’re seriously the best! Other than Irene.”

“Yeah, I was expecting that.”

#femifics #iz*one #red velvet #sakura #izone sakura #nako #irene #red velvet irene #iz*one scenarios #sakura scenarios #nako scenarios #irene scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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disneychannie · 5 years

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Love story pt.2 | l.jeno

Pairings: lee jeno x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Word count: 2.7k+ words

A/n: since many of you guys wanted a part 2 so here it is!! sorry if it’s overdue or wtvr tried to make this perfect hahaHAHA anyways i hope you all like it (✯◡✯)

Warnings: Cursing

P.s.: @ncitybitch this one is for your sweetie :))

(This was not proof read)

Graduation.

After 4 rowdy years of college, you’re finally graduating. You’ve sure had ups and downs throughout the years of it but, it’s all finally coming to an end.

It was time for a new start.

It was the day before graduation and you, Renjun and Donghyuck slept over at your dorm as you guys enjoyed your last day as a college student with each other. It was more of you trying to hold Renjun back from killing Donghyuck because of jokes he made about how Renjun was going to be an old hug and reminiscing the god and even the bad times you had gone through with each other for the last years of college.

Everyone was going to go different paths but that didn’t mean you were gonna stop seeing each other. That night, you promised each other that even when the three of you already had jobs and pursued dream careers, you were still gonna hang out like old times.

I guess that’s the scariest thing ever, separating from them. It was one of the most things you dreaded throughout the senior year and you couldn’t believe that tomorrow was finally the day you would finally start living like an actual adult. You remembered how everyone went to Mark’s graduation, a close friend of yours and how sad you were. You were just glad that Mark still contacted all of you and even hunged out once in a while but, you’re just scared of what the future has in store for you.

Going back to the night, it was roughly 2:00 a.m. and Renjun and Donghyuck were already passed out in the living room while you were still wide awake, deep in thoughts. You were thinking about the future. You already planned your next moves after graduation so you weren’t worried about it that much. You were more thinking about the future generally. Thinking about what God had planned for you as you take your next steps. Would you get married eventually? And have kids on your own? You didn’t know what made you think about those things but it just came through your mind.

You knew you should get some sleep since you had to be up and ready the next day but you couldn’t find yourself to lay down and sleep. After a while, you contemplated on deciding to get a quick cup of coffee at the 24-hour cafe near your campus. Maybe that would help you sleep. Grabbing your coat, phone, and purse, you headed out the door and to the cafe.

It wasn’t that long of a walk but you just took your time on walking there. The late-night cold air was getting to you and it felt,, comforting. Upon entering the cafe, you were greeted by the few workers there. You ordered your cafe and sat down at a booth near the window. The soft tunes coming from the cafe keeping you company as you waited for your beverage. Finally, your drink arrived. Thanking the waiter, you then went back to sitting in silence with your steaming mug of coffee in front of you.

The song playing was somewhat familiar to you. You soon realize that it was a song that was considered as your’s and your ex-boyfriend Jeno’s song. The thought of it suddenly ruined your whole mood. The memories of you and Jeno slow-dancing to that song at his dorm at 3 in the morning was long hidden in the back of your brain but it now seems so fresh as if it happened yesterday.

The truth is, you missed Jeno. Even after everything that happened, you still loved him even when he clearly implied that he doesn’t feel the same way anymore. Your eyes suddenly started to sting as you recalled back to 2 years ago. You haven’t thought about it in a long time thanks to Donghyuck and Renjun. Can’t believe just one song could bring back so many bitter-sweet memories, it was insane.

Jeno and Yeri were basically the so-called hot couple and you couldn’t deny that. I mean, Jeno is hot, yeri is hot, why wouldn’t they look good together? But it was shocking when rumors spread about their break up. You genuinely thought that they would last longer but, you guessed wrong.

You wanted to talk to make mends with Jeno so badly but you realized that it was probably too late and even if it wasn’t, you were too much of a coward to do so. Afraid that it will make things more awkward and weird. You wished it was easier that said.

Checking the time on your phone and realized it was nearing 3:30 in the morning. You quickly finished your coffee and head back to your dorm to at least try to get some rest since you were now finally feeling a little bit tired.

Tomorrow is going to be a big day.

Today was the day. The day you say goodbye to your inestimable college life and stepping a step closer to adulthood.

The dress you were wearing for graduation was elegant but appropriate for the event. Renjun and Donghyuck were dressed in their best outfit and you couldn’t help but get emotional by it. It was like a mother seeing her child take their first step.

Soon enough, you arrived at your college. Probably the last time you’ll ever step foot here. The event was outside at the football field and to everyone’s luck, the weather was beautiful and perfect for the emotional yet long-waited day.

You were now already dressed in your robe and everyone was already lined up near the platform in alphabetical order. You were patiently waiting for your turn and clapped for everyone when their names were called. Finally, your name was called up.

“Y/n, y/l/n,”

With that, you stepped on the stage. Wow, this was really it. Your hands were shaking and probably cold as you accepted the scroll. You could hear the roars of your friends cheering for you and you couldn't help but smile. You were glad you made good memories here despite the bitter-sweet moments. Some people made your college experience actually tolerable and less shitty.

As soon as you stepped down the platform, you quickly made your way to your parents and gave them the biggest hug as they congratulate you. You were thankful for them too. Without their perpetual nagging and support, you wouldn’t be able to pursue your dream. After, you went to Renjun and gave him the biggest hug ever. After everything that has happened, you were glad that you got through it with Renjun. He was your rock.

“Thank you, Renjun, for everything,” You couldn’t help but let a tear slip, the tear rolling down your cheeks.

The boy only laughed and pulled you tighter. “I’m your best friend, I’ll forever be there for you when you need me,” He said, his own words getting to him as he choked up a sob.

“Me too!” Another voice said, which was to be Donghyuck’s as he joined in the hug. “I’m going to be sticking around for a long time, it’s not going to be easy for all of you to get rid of me,” He continued, The three of you laughed as you were still in the group hug, these people made college seemed less scary.

They then went off to meet other friends and you even spotted Taeyong and Jaehyun, which you got close with since the party during freshman year and even though they already graduated, they came to congratulate all of you. You made small talk with them as they too went to find Renjun and Donghyuck.

You were talking with your other friends when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You startled and turned around to find Jaemin. He had the biggest smile ever.

“I tried to find you, I thought you already left as soon as you got your scroll,” Jaemin joked and you laughed. You missed hanging out with him. Without hesitating you pulled him into a hug, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Congratulations Jaemin, I’m so proud of you,” You said.

He hugged you back and patted your back. “Thank you, y/n, congratulations to you too, soon to be scientist,” He winked and the both of you shared a laugh before something came through your head. Where’s Jeno? You didn’t see him at all, did he not come?

You hesitated on asking Jaemin where Jeno was and as you were about to do it Jaemin beat you to it.

"If you're looking for Jeno, he's near the stage," He said giving you a warm smile.

"Thank you, Jaemin," You gave him a smile back and headed your way towards where Jeno supposedly was.

There he was.

He was talking to some friends. He looked like the beautiful man he was. His hair was styled In a coma, the way you always liked. He looked cute when he smiled, the way his eyes would turn into crescents, absolutely stunning. You were staring at him for quite a while when you saw him turn his head to the side and saw you. His eyes went big and mouth slightly open. It felt like time stopped and only the two of you were moving. You wanted to cry because this was the first time since the break up that you properly saw him. Before this, it was just you avoiding him but you didn't know that he hated when you always avoided him because all he wanted was to talk to you.

Then time moved again.

He excused himself from his friends and head over to you. You could feel yourself getting nervous. Seconds later he was finally in front of you, this was also the first time he was this close to you for so long. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and kept a few steps back.

"How are you?" He spoke up first. Oh, how you missed his voice.

"I've been good, you?" He nodded and replied a smile. The smile you've always adored.

Jeno thought you looked stunning. You've always looked beautiful to him, even when you're wearing the baggiest clothes, you looked as if you were an angel that was sent down by the heavens. Being able to see you like this brought back memories to him. You were his everything, and the thought of you not being his anymore hurts badly. Fuck has he not moved on from you yet?

Without thinking, he then pulled you into a hug, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder and the other at the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. Saying you were shocked was an understatement. This was so sudden. Your cheeks were against his chest and your hands laid flat on his chest.

"Congratulations, Y/n," He said, more of a whisper coming out.

You couldn't think straight. You missed his warmth. There was something about his hugs that brought comfort to you and feels like home. Wrapping your arms around him, tears started to form.

"Congratulations to you too Jeno," You replied.

You hated to admit it but, you missed your Jeno.

That night Taeyong held a “small” party for the graduates. It was weird but Taeyong was close with most of the students in your batch. Alcohol was definitely involved and you didn’t want to come but of course, Renjun and Donghyuck forced you into going. I guess you could say the other reason you didn’t want to attend the party because you were scared you would bump into Jeno. After the encounter, you quickly left him and went back to Renjun and told him about it. You were just shocked and didn’t know how to react.

Renjun and Donghyuck promised they would stick by you the whole time but it was obviously just baited because the second you stepped foot in Taeyong’s house, those two brats went off and got their asses drunk in just a few seconds. You did make small talk with some of your friends who attended and even talked to Taeyong and Jaehyun for a while till things started to get really crazy. In front of you was Donghyuck laying on a table with a shot glass on his belly and Jaemin drinking from there. You didn’t want to see the rest of it and decided to go to Taeyong’s room where the balcony was.

Your body was leaning against the railing as your hands resting on it. The air was pretty chilly that night and you cursed at yourself for not wearing a jacket. Thank god for your jeans that covered your legs from the cold well but didn’t sugarcoat the fact that your arms were exposed.

So far, you haven’t seen Jeno yet. You knew how he hated parties and the alcohol that was involved. You wondered how he felt when the both of you hugged. Did he miss you like how you missed him? You created so many memories in the span of your relationship and it would make you feel like shit if he has forgotten about it.

You were deep in thoughts when you felt a material draped over your shoulders. The material seems to be some kind of small blanket that brought warmth towards you.

“You’re going to catch a cold from this weather, you were shaking,” A voice said.

You turned your head to already see Jeno standing beside you, his body leaning against the railing as well as he looked at you and turned back to the view in front of you.

“I didn’t know you would come,” You said softly.

He shrugged before replying. “It’s my last party as a college student, why not right?”

There was a comfortable silence until Jeno spoke up.

“Remember we met here on this balcony for the first time?”

You chuckled at the memory and turned to face him.

“You were so scared to talk to me you acted like you were seeing a celebrity,”

He let out a hearty left at that.

“Well, I saw the prettiest person ever, shouldn’t I feel nervous,”

You could see his ears turning red and you could feel yourself heating up too. Fuck you missed him so much. Why did he have to leave you for Yeri?

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” He said, voice low.

You gave him a questioning look, motioning him to carry on.

“I’m sorry for everything I've done. I was such a shitty boyfriend to you and I didn’t how you kept yourself together the day we broke up. I’m sorry for hurting you when you gave me your all. I thought Yeri was everything I needed but no, it’s still you Y/n. If you think I moved on, Fuck, I haven’t. I think about you all the fucking time and I can’t get you out of my head. The guilt is still always seeping through me and you don’t understand how I would beat myself up from breaking your heart like that,” He took a deep breath.

At this point, you were crying. You didn’t know how to feel.

You were about to say something but he beat you to it,

“You’re so fucking wonderful Y/n. You have such a big impact on me and it’s driving me insane how I could break someone like you. I must be the hugest jackass to even walk on this earth,” His eyes were teary as he tried to compose his words together.

“I’m scared you’ll never forgive me. I’m so fucking scared because I love you so much,” He whispered the last part.

Without thinking, you pulled him towards you and kissed him. You kissed him as if it was the last kiss you’ll ever share. He was shocked by your actions but kissed back and moved his hands to your waist and brought you closer. Your arms came to wrap around his neck. You pulled away first when you could feel yourself getting out of breath.

The both of you were breathing heavily once you pulled away. Arms wrapped around together and foreheads against each other.

“I love you too,”

Everything will be alright.

You will be alright.

#lee jeno #lee jeno imagines #lee jeno scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct angst #nct scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno scenarios #love story

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emoboijk · 5 years

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knj | till death

In the demon world, arranged marriages are business transactions. But this isn’t that simple. —demon!au, arranged marriage!au, non-idol!au

01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 :: epilogue

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p.cred

Your wedding dress is made of white lace. It decorates the bodice and the sleeves and the hemline. Your veil is decorated with intricate patterns that mean something demonically but you’re not entirely sure what. Truth be told, you didn’t do all of the required reading and prep for the wedding. Your mother is still upset with you about failing her Demon Wedding Pop Quiz this morning at your bachelorette breakfast as she adjusts the veil over your face, but her irritation softens when she whispers, “You look so beautiful, darling.”

You take her hand in yours and squeeze, “Thank you.” You know this will be harder for her than it is for you, and that’s saying something.

“Two minutes!” Aunt Bom's voice is already slurred with intoxication and you wonder how she managed to get a drink before the ceremony has even started. Then you see her tilt an emerald silver flask into her mouth as she leaves the room and it makes sense.

You’re feeling surprisingly detached. You suppose it really shouldn't be all that surprising. You’ve known since childhood that your eventual marriage would be a business transaction more than anything else; you've practically been prepping for it since before you hit puberty. You’ve had lots of practice distancing yourself from whatever is happening around you.

You have nine bridesmaids, and they're all crowded into the dressing room with you. Most of them sit at a wide circular table, looking at themselves in pocket mirrors, toying with their bouquets of black calla lilies, or whispering to each other under their breath. Only one of them, Yeri, is your actual friend. The others are the daughters and nieces of important demonic families that Namjoon’s family and yours need to stay on good terms with.

“Ready?” Yeri says, standing next to your mother. Her voice feigns excitement but even through your veil, you can see her worry. Yeri is the third of five siblings (two sisters, two brothers). And her family is neither very wealthy nor very powerful, and her parents are not like yours (who are eager to gain both). She will never have to worry about marrying a stranger, so she constantly does it for you.

Although, Namjoon is not actually a stranger. Growing up, you had never been able to picture the face at the end of the aisle because you assumed it would not have been someone you would ever have associated with. But Namjoon…

You hadn’t been all that close, of course—his family is at the very top of the social hierarchy ("They are the social hierarchy!" your mother would giggle). But even aside from that, he is three years older than you and so serious. Always so serious. And successful, he had finished his business degree by 20 and had become a CEO of his father’s corporation by 25. All the men you’d heard speak about him said he was respectable and tough (“Best businessman I’ve ever met,” your father had said). And all the women swooned—he was wealthy, powerful, a ruthless demon, and a Greek god by all accounts.

You were relieved when you found out it was him. In the limited and brief interactions you'd had, he had always been nice to you. Unlike some.

“Ready,” you nod, letting them guide you to the door.

The wedding is at one of Namjoon’s parents’ manors (one of the ones from the 18th century). And it’s nighttime, under a blood moon (a good omen for demonic marriages). You peek outside as your bridesmaids walk down the front steps and toward the metal arch strung with black orchids, marveling in the lanterns and the decorations.

It is, you hesitate to admit, your dream wedding.

Some of your bridesmaids who had already gone through this had said their weddings were heavily dictated by their groom’s and their mothers. Your mother (and Namjoon’s) had only insisted on the traditions being followed to the letter, everything else you had free reign to manipulate. And Namjoon, your were surprised to find, had agreed to nearly all of your requests without any objections.

“See you up there,” Yeri says, smiling at you as she blinks into her demon eyes (bright yellow cat eyes that glow in the dark). It’s a tradition that for the ceremony everyone is in their demonic form—for most people that means their eyes, but some others have facial tattoos or markings, horns or wings, or total body modification. It’s an interesting crowd, to say the least.

As Yeri starts walking slowly down the aisle, twisting around to wink at you playfully before focusing fully on her task, your mother takes your right arm and loops it with hers and your father takes your left. They are both nervous and excited, and you hold onto them for comfort and stability. A part of you still doesn't believe this is happening.

“Your eyes, dear.”

“Oh,” you nod, closing them and concentrating. As far as demons go, you are not very powerful magically. But after a moment your eyes turn a crystalline white that glows like the moon. All three of you take a deep breath together as you step through the doorway.

The chorus is singing something in Latin that you are sure has some kind of meaning you’re unaware of (another question you missed during your mother's pop quiz this morning). You march down the aisle with everyone’s attention on you, something that has your heart hammering in your chest. Your mother intertwines her fingers with yours and squeezes. You squeeze back and take a deep breath, finally looking up from the ground and finding him instantly.

Namjoon Kim. The sight of him takes your breath away. He’s at least a full head taller than all nine of the men lined up behind him, and at least ten times as handsome. As is tradition, he’s wearing an entirely black suit (black jacket, black dress shirt, black bow-tie, black shoes). And his eyes, transformed for the ceremony, are completely blacked out.

You see the image of you both standing side by side in front of Daemon Baek under the archway in your mind. It is quite the picture. You contrast with Namjoon so starkly. You’re wearing pure white like the virgin sacrifices of yore. Although, you’re sacrificing your life in a very different way than they were; it took you quite a long time to decide that your fate was better than theirs. And as you pause in front of everyone with your parents, you remember that considering the circumstances, you are lucky that he made you an offer at all (with a measly dowry compared to his vast fortune, and virtually no powerful connections).

“Who sacrifices this virgin?” Daemon Baek asks, his voice reverberating through the thin night air. You try to keep from flinching at the wording and see Namjoon’s lips turn downward.

“We do,” your father says, bowing his head with your mother and relinquishing their hold on you. They step to the side and sit down. You hesitate for a fraction of second before stepping up to stand across from Namjoon.

The ceremony moves quickly. In the end, it is very basic and quite like a normal human wedding (the ones you've seen on TV at least). You promise to keep each other, vow that only death should separate you, exchange rings (although these are made of some kind of mystical metal blessed at your birth). Then you drink wine mixed with a portion of your spouse's blood (which mostly just takes like merlot) and a kiss to seal the deal.

Your first kiss was with Jackson Wang when you were eight. And it wasn’t so much a kiss as pressing your faces together. Then there was Jaybeom Im, the son of a servant in your household, when you were twelve (it was just...all saliva). Then there was lots of making out with Yeri’s older brother Minho when you were sixteen. And various innocent pecks from various prospective husbands after that.

But this kiss...was nothing like any of them.

“Kiss to seal your fate,” Daemon Baek said, as it has always been said.

There’s a pause where your heart rate jackhammers. Namjoon takes your face in his hands, surprisingly gentle, and pulls you toward him. He tilts your head back and puts his lips over yours in a move that makes you feel at once completely dominated and secure. His lips are warm and soft and smooth and you respond to them involuntarily, like you’d done it before. You feel his tongue push past your lips and greet your own before he seems to remember where you are.

You feel branded. Like he’s seared his name into your heart. Your knees are so weak that when he pulls away, you clutch to his forearm to keep upright. He moves a hand to your waist and holds you secure as Daemon Baek says, “The deed is done.”

Applause erupts around the room, and your mother stands to announce that the reception will be held in the ballroom inside the manor. You are grateful as everyone turns away from you to head back inside. When you look back up at Namjoon his eyes are back to the warm cocoa brown you recognize from years of familiarity. You think you see fondness in them.

He seems to look you over for a moment before removing his hand and turning to shake the hand of Daemon Baek, “Thank you, sir.”

“Many blessings,” the older man says, walking past you both and into the manor.

You look down and inspect your rings. There's the dark, goldish wedding band you had just exchanged, stacked atop your engagement ring. It’s a dark onyx gem with small diamonds surrounding it, on a gold band. It was one of Namjoon’s heirlooms. You remember admiring it as a child on the rare occasions your family was permitted to visit the estate. You use the thumb of the same hand to toy with it, the cold night air making you shiver.

You can feel Namjoon’s eyes on you and he squeezes the hand he’s still holding, “It’s official,” he says.

“Yes,” you nod.

“We should go inside,” he whispers, speaking softly.

“Yes.” The warmth from the kiss has faded and now you feel numb, your limbs heavy, your heart heavier. It doesn’t seem real yet, like hypothermia that has only reached your fingers and toes, creeping steadily toward your chest.

The reception is elegant—custom-designed tablecloths, an elaborate white and black wedding cake, candles everywhere, a well-adorned table for presents. You sit in the center of a long table at the head of the room next to Namjoon. Women, some you know and some you don’t, come up and congratulate you. Men approach Namjoon to do the same, some of their remarks much cruder. He doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time, and it seems to keep the hypothermia at bay.

But an hour and a half in (after the cake and the speeches), the anxiety of so many people, the pressure of your appearances, has your heart rate increasing. You’re dancing your first dance as a couple, holding onto Namjoon’s shoulders for dear life, when he moves his hand to tilt up your chin, “Are you alright?”

You don’t say anything, not sure what it is you would articulate even if you could, but your expression seems to say plenty. He puts his hand back on your waist and whispers, “We’ll leave right after this.” He can feel you physically relax at the notion.

It’s not traditional to leave the party so early, but Namjoon is one of the most powerful demons (if not the most powerful) in the room so nobody argues when he makes the announcement and guides you out. He orders an assistant, a thin man with blonde hair and a soft expression, to have the gifts delivered to his (your) apartment in the morning.

There won’t be a honeymoon, which is also not traditional. These weddings, as much as they are business contracts, are also about producing heirs. Postponing the honeymoon seems to “violate the entire purpose of the wedding” (to quote directly from your, and his, mother). But Namjoon won't budge. You are incredibly relieved.

You slide into the car and exhale a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding, Namjoon following suit. Neither of you speaks, aside from Namjoon telling the driver the address. You’d moved into Namjoon’s apartment two days ago—that is, all of your stuff moved there. Your mother had insisted you continue living with her and your father until the ceremony and you had not objected.

But you had seen it of course. He owns the top floor of an apartment building from the ’20s, with his own private elevator. It’s spacious and minimalist—sleek marble counters in the kitchen (which you’re sure he never uses because you remember, fondly, a time when you were sixteen when he burned quite a lot of bread trying to make a grilled cheese), a large comfortable leather couch across from an equally large flat screen TV in the living room (which you are also sure he never uses because you’ve heard reports from everyone, his mother and yours and his business associates, that he’s always working), three bedrooms and an office. You try not to think about the bedrooms, but the office had a sturdy mahogany desk and one of those incredibly expensive, ergonomic chairs and a huge Macintosh computer.

You like the apartment, but it isn't very lived in. And really you couldn’t think too much about that, because you were much too focused on obsessively thinking about what was going to happen when you got there. All of your mother’s advice and tips for pleasing a man in the bedroom rush to the forefront of your mind despite your attempts to think of other things.

“We’re here,” Namjoon says, holding his hand out to you. The driver has opened the door and Namjoon had already gotten out, leaning over into the doorway, his eyes filled with kindness. You nod sheepishly, taking his hand and letting him guide you out of the car.

The lobby is a large open space, three elevators facing the doors and a row of mailboxes set into the wall opposite a laundry room. It’s all gold set and vintage, the aesthetic makes you feel warm and safe. You’d almost think it actually was the 1920’s if not for the buttons on the elevators and the keypads on the mailboxes.

Namjoon goes straight for the elevator in the middle, pulling you close to him so you can see him enter a code in the keypad, “This is our private elevator. You just have to put in this code.” He keys in it smoothly, but your mind is still circling around our.

“Goodnight Hoseok,” Namjoon says, waving his hand to dismiss the driver who had followed you inside without your noticing. The elevator doors open and you turn to see Hoseok bow respectfully before leaving swiftly, smiling warmly at you as he catches your eye on the way out. He tips his hat and bows lowly, as if to say he's glad to have met you. The small action fills you with happiness and a sense of...belonging. You smile back at him before turning to follow Namjoon into the elevator cautiously, your nerves taking over your entire body as you ride to the top floor.

The doors open onto the living room, the kitchen to your left with one of the bedrooms, the office and the other two rooms on your right. You step out and pause in the open space, unsure of how to proceed, your mother’s warnings flashing through your head again and making you jumpy.

“Um,” Namjoon says, his cool demeanor cracking ever so slightly as he smiles awkwardly at you. “The kitchen isn’t well stocked except with take-out menus, so if you need anything make a list and I’ll have Hoseok or Jimin fetch it for you. Or you can have your personal assistant do it; you'll meet her tomorrow. There are bathrooms in each of the bedrooms, and I would ask that you don’t enter my office without knocking,” he points to a closed door behind you, “My bedroom is that one,” he points to an open door adjacent to his office, a bed just visible in the dark, “And your bedroom is that one there.” He points to another open door where you can see a large bed with a soft blue comforter.

You look at him with wide eyes, “My bedroom?” You walk across the room to stand in the doorway—there’s the blue bed, a desk with your laptop on it, your suitcases in the corner, two doors that you assume are the closet and the bathroom, a dresser...

Namjoon’s brow furrows, “You don’t like the color? I had Lisa pick it out, but I can—”

“No,” you shake your head, leaning against the doorframe, “the color’s fine, it’s just...I thought that…because we’re...”

“Oh,” he says, pausing for a moment as he considers his next words. “Despite what others may think,” he says, tucking his hands into his pants pockets and considering the floor, “...despite the fact that you are my wife and the fact that I am a demon,” he pauses again, “I do not own you.” He looks up at you so seriously it takes your breath away. “And I will never force you to do something you do not want to do. Sexual or otherwise. Do you understand?”

You nod, “Yes.”

“And,” he adds, “despite what you may think, this is not just a business deal for me. I have been interested in you for a very long time and would have courted you no matter what. I wish we had been married under better circumstances, but I will continue to try and win you over...for as long as you let me.”

It was the most he had spoken to you all day, and you had forgotten how much you loved the sound of his voice. This time when he looks at you there is a hint of a question in his eyes. And you know what he wants. More importantly, you know what you want. You say, “Please...do.” And then you turn to go into your room before you can see his expression.

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a punch and a dive || swimmer!bang chan

genre : college au, boxer!y/n, swimmer!chan, little brother!jisung, fluff, angst

pairing : bang chan x reader

words : 3.5 k

sypnosis : you were the boxing’s team captain. you were so good at everything except one thing. swimming. you hated the water. so when you were forced to take part in the school’s swimming competition for annual sports week, what do you do?

thump thump thump

your heart banged against your rib cage. you took in a deep breath whilst closing your eyes. wiping the sweat dripping down your face.

it was now or never

you panted vigorously staring down your opponent on the other side of the boxing ring. your opponent threw a combination of punches at you. the several punches aimed towards you. you moved your hand covering your face to block the intense punch. you threw a counterpunch back.

you were so tired – you couldn’t take this anymore. if the game didn’t end soon, you would be the one getting knocked out.

you needed to win this.

your opponent staggered back from the force of your counterpunch. you threw a continuous streams of jabs before swinging your left leg towards your opponent, catching her off guard.

it was a quick end to the game from there on

you dropped to the floor of the ring, panting.

you did it

you fucking did it. you won the championship.

god you hated boxing sometimes but today you loved this god damn sport.

~ ~ ~

“you seriously gonna keep boxing?” jisung raised his eyebrows at you.

“aren’t you my brother, shouldn’t you be supporting me?” you scoffed as you folded your arms.

“yea but no offence you’re notthatgood” jisung whispered the last of the sentence, his eyes looking at anywhere but you.

“what?”

“it’s just that you haven’t won any games –“ jisung started softly. you huffed.

“and just because i keep losing doesn’t mean i should be giving up on my dreams” you finished the sentence for him.

“but you got seriously hurt last night. i am not letting you get back in the ring.” jisung demanded looking at you bruises that started forming on your face.

you sighed.

“sungie, trust me on this. i trust and support you on your music please do the same for me.” you pleaded. you couldn’t care less when everyone bailed and gave up on you. but not jisung. not your little brother. the both of you were always there for each other and you couldn’t imagine a single minute that the two of you didn’t have each other’s back.

jisung paused and bit his lip looking at you.

“fine, but don’t ever die on me. and for goodness sake, just please stop getting hurt.” you laughed.

“i’ll try sungie”

~ ~ ~

“y/n! how does it feel to win the championship?” a camera got pushed in your face. you let out a breath – almost a laughter.

“it’s unbelievable” you smiled so wide, that your cheeks started to hurt.

you just still couldn’t believe it.

the one thing you’ve been chasing after for almost of many years, right before your eyes. it was just so surreal. you started out a nobody in this sport.

but you got this far

“y/n! i’m so proud of you!” your coach pulled you aside and hugged you. you squealed in his shoulder.

“i did it!” you hugged him tighter.

“i’m sure your brother is going to want to know about this” coach said as he handed you your phone. you instantly snatched it dialling your brother’s number.

you excitedly waited as the ringtone played waiting for your brother to pick up.

your excitement slowly dropped as the call went to voicemail. you didn’t blame him, it was finals week for him. he was probably studying hard or making music.

come to think of it, you haven’t seen him in so long. besides training and school you didn’t have time for anything else.

you missed him – you felt guilty, you were supposed to be there for each other, but it felt like you haven’t been there for him recently.

you picked up your duffle bag and started walking.

“y/n! where are you going?” your coach called after you. you glanced back at him holding the trophy you won.

“i’m going home”

~ ~ ~

you turned the key and opened the door to the apartment you and jisung share. the apartment wasn’t that far away from campus for the both of you.

you stepped in to find jisung asleep on the couch in the living room. you smiled softly- noticing the book that laid on his chest. and the mess of paper that laid on the table.

“jisung” you whispered lightly shaking him awake.

“jisung!” you little brother twitched turning his body to face you.

“hmmm” he responded clearly still half asleep.

“wake up! go to sleep on your bed” you pinched his arm.

“ow!” jisung jumped up in surprise grabbing the part of his arm which you pinched. upon looking at you, his eyes widened.

“y/n!” his arms instantly wrapping around you.

“i’ve missed you so much” his voice muffled. your arms wrapped around your brother.

“and i’ve missed you too”

“so you’re telling me! you knocked out that women, just like that?” jisung gaped at you. you nodded excitedly telling him all the details of the last match.

“what about you? how’s 3racha going?” you asked stuffing the burger in your mouth.

“it’s great! we got a gig at this place last week, and they loved us!” watching jisung animatedly talk about something his passionate in made you smile brightly.

“you know, i’ve never met these guys that you talk about so much” you mentioned.

“you’ll love them! changbin hyung is your age!”

“they go to the same college?” you asked intrigued.

“yea! changbin hyung is a music major and you probably know chan hyung, he’s the captain of the swim team” you ‘ahh’ed.

“well you better get some sleep. we both have school tomorrow” you sighed.

~ ~ ~

you panted as you jogged around in the stadium.

“y/n can we stop after this r- ugh round” a voice sounded behind you. you laughed as you jogged on the spot maintaining the pace. you looked behind you to see the rest of your team out of breath and some lagging behind.

“this is only the ninth round! we have one more!” you raised your eyebrows at your vice-captain.

“y/n! we are a boxing team not the track team” hyunjin pouted. you rolled your eyes.

“fine! go wash up – we still have training tomorrow!” you shooed off the rest of your team.

you sighed at you sat on the side of the tracks, your best friends, hyunijn and seungmin following suit.

“you know, i know you have been soft on them with training while i was away.” you gave a pointed look at hyunjin.

“i did not!” hyunjin looked back at you with eyes unnecessarily large.

“sure – let’s both pretend you didn’t just make the team run five laps.” you scoffed.

“you wouldn’t be able to proof it!” hyunjin stuck his tongue out at you.

“seungmin sent me a text saying you did” you shrugged. hyunjin smacked seungmin on the back.

“you did what?” hyunjin shouted pushing seungmin.

“eh exposing you to y/n is always worth it.” hyunjin pouted once more.

“get to the showers guys! hyunjin we have a meeting with all the captains in 40 minutes!” you stood up walking to the showers.

~ ~ ~

“so what is this meeting about?” minho the volleyball team captain asked looking at the group of captains from all different types of sport in a single room.

“the annual sports week is coming up.” you mentioned pointing to the board where it wrote ‘ANNUAL SPORTS WEEK MEETING’.

minho gave you a pointed look before forcing out a laugh.

“so what’s the plan this year?”

“do a festival like every year?” woojin, captain of the taekwondo team asked.

“shouldn’t we change it up this year?” hyunjin interjected. the rest of the room nodded along agreeing to the suggestion.

“yea but what change?” yeri, captain of the track team asked confused.

“how about we do a swap.” you suggested, mainly thinking out loud.

“a what?”

“well each team changes a sport for the week and competes with the real team at the end of the week.”

“that sounds really interesting” chan, captain of the swimming team mentioned.

“we can pick each team’s sport by drawing lots!” minho suggested.

“you know i can’t believe you’re the only one who brought their vice-captain! i felt so out of place” hyunjin whispered harshly to you. you playfully pushed his shoulder.

“you’re basically the captain of the team. they love you more than me.” you smiled.

“but they really admire yo-“ hyunjin was cut off by woojin’s voice.

“alright time to take our pick!” each captain started picking their sport one by one. minho of course picking up boxing.

you stepped forward and reached your hand in the box for the piece of paper that determined your team’s fate during sports week.

you stared at the paper on your hand. reading the words that was scribbled messily on the paper.

swimming

~ ~ ~

you hurriedly left the room, pulling hyunjin in tow. seungmin who was waiting for you outside of the meeting room ran to catch up with the two of you.

“what y/n? what sport did we get?” hyunjin asked matching his pace with your strides.

“sport? what are you talking about?” seungmin questioned confused with was the plan was for the annual sports week.

“every team is going to be doing a new sport for the week and we challenge the real team at the end of the week.”

“what? that sounds ridiculous! wouldn’t the actual team win? who came up with such a stup-“ seungmin started, seeing a flaw in the plan. you stopped walking and turned to seungmin raising your eyebrows. hyunjin who was behind you was signalling for seungmin to stop talking – hoping that he could take a hint.

“oh. you came up with the idea huh y/n”

“you’re right this is a stupid plan! let’s change it!” you turned back hoping to walk back to the room filled with captains and hoping that they’d agree with you once more.

“no no no no no, it’s not a stupid plan” hyunjin pulled your wrists.

“the team who wins at a sport that’s not their wins a thousand dollars for the team fund and bragging rights” hyunjin told seungmin. seungmin wasn’t the first to have brought up this point.

“so which sport did we get then” seungmin asked looking at hyunjin.

“i’m as clueless as you are.”

you shoved the paper in hyunjin hands before walking away.

“are you serious y/n?” you heard seungmin shout after you.

“out of all the sports in this university, you picked the one you couldn’t do?” your two best friends ran after you. your eyes widened as you pushed your hands to their mouths.

“shut the fuck up!” you whispered harshly – not wanting everyone to know you couldn’t swim.

~ ~ ~

“how was school?” jisung asked from the kitchen as you stepped through the door. you sighed loudly.

“you wouldn’t believe it” you said exasperatedly as you went into the living room.

“guess what sport i chose for sports annua-“ you stopped short as you glanced at the group of boys sitting in your living room.

“oh hi”

“y/n! this is changbin and chan” jisung interrupted introducing the three of you.

“nice to meet you changbin!” you smiled softly shaking his hand.

“you’re not gonna say the same to chan?” jisung asked scoffing at what he thinks is your showing favouritism.

“sungie i saw him an hour ago”

“oh right the both of you had a captains meeting”

“you’re a captain?” changbin asked. jisung nodded excitedly pulling him to where you kept your trophies.

“look y/n is really good at boxing!” jisung pointed showing you off. you chuckled walking to your room.

“well it was nice meeting you, changbin. but i knackered and in need of sleep” you uttered. before you could leave chan’s voice called after you.

“wait! what sport did you get?” he asked looking at you.

you bit your lip before answering not wanting to talk about the annual sports week now.

“swimming”

~ ~ ~

“i don’t understand why i have to compete in the competition too!” you exasperated slamming your hand down on the table.

“maybe because you’re the captain?” seungmin brought up.

“yea and who’s gonna teach the volleyball team how to throw a punch?”

“y/n they agreed on a schedule” hyunjin sighed.

“but i can’t swim!” you softly hit your head against the table.

“then maybe you should learn?” seungmin boredly responded.

“then everyone’s going to know that i can’t swim!”

“sure but – not everyone is good at everything y/n. i’m sure you suck at table tennis or even volleyball too” hyunjin added. you gave him a look.

“hyunjin, you know i love you and i mean the best when i say this, but you really suck at comforting people” you slapped his back.

“just ask chan, i’m sure he’d be glad to teach you” hyunjin responded grabbing his shoulder in pain.

“like he isn’t busy with the swim team, his music and school already”

‘he’s probably sleep-deprived already’ you thought

“just ask him”

~ ~ ~

and so you did.

“chan can i talk to you?” you called after him in the hallway when you saw him outside the school’s swimming pool.

“what is it?” chan asked with his towel around his neck and goggles in his hair.

“i need a favour.” you muttered a little embarrassed with what you were going to ask him.

“couldyouteachmehowtoswim” you mumbled hoping he’d understand what you were trying to say.

“what?” he laughed confused.

“could you teach me how to swim?” you asked more confidently but still wanting the ground to swallow you whole.

“you can’t swim?” chan questioned, obviously not knowing what else to say. you blushed.

“shhh! don’t say it so loud!” you hushed him. you still had pride. chan raised his eyebrows.

“okay.”

“really? you’ll teach me?” you asked bewildered that he would spend some time just teaching you how to swim.

“yea i will”

~ ~ ~

“y/n! you’ll have to let go of the side of the pool sooner or later!” chan mentioned from beside you.

“i choose later!” you huffed.

“i’ll hold you!”

“don’t lie to me! i want a float!” you negotiated.

“fine! but only for today!” chan gave in to you. how couldn’t he when you were pouting begging him to hand you the float.

“chan! no don’t let go!” you screamed as your hand furiously tried to hold onto him. your hands splashing the water – blinding your line of vision. chan threw the float away to the side of the pool.

you were scared

the fear of drowning was all you could think of.

“don’t worry i got you” chan calmly stated as you felt his arms around you. your legs went around him instantly not wanting to let him go.

“well i would usually wait until we’re dating first” chan started as he realized he was carrying you.

your eyes widened

“shut up chan”

~ ~ ~

you sighed out loudly as you slammed the door of the apartment. you were exhausted from training to the boxing team to learning how to swim to finals. not to mention sports week is in seven days after christmas in two days.

“so you and chan huh” jisung started as you walked into the living room.

“what do you mean?” you laughed.

“well i know he’s been teaching how to swim.”

“yea and?” you cackled.

“then why were the both of you at the café this afternoon?” jisung smirked.

“shut it!”

~ ~ ~

“hey y/n”

“hmm?” the both of you were taking a break from swimming or trying to swim in your case.

“what are you doing for christmas tomorrow?” chan asked. you glanced at him.

“nothing much, jisung and i usually just stay in. how about you?”

“well i usually celebrate alone.”

“if you’d like you could come over” you offered. you knew how sad it was to celebrate alone.

“actually i’d love that”

“now we better get back to swimming.”

“why!” you whined, getting tired of being in the water.

“sports week is next week! plus i can’t train you all week next week, you have to train minho’s team on how to punch.”

“ugh fine”

~ ~ ~

“jisung get the door” you shouted from your room as you heard the knock on your apartment door.

“chan? what are you doing here?” you heard jisung call out.

“y/n invited me, merry christmas!”

“my sister invited you ey” jisung teased.

“shut it han jisung” you playfully kicked his shin.

you were glad you invited chan around for christmas. it was definitely a change of scene at the three of you joking together and laughing.

you always felt out of place during the holidays. everyone was always with their family and all you had was jisung – not that you’re complaining. he was more than you could ever ask for. but there was always this nagging feeling in your heart.

you were fine with the fact that your family left you when you started doing boxing professionally but you somehow made jisung choose between siding between you and your parents without you realizing it. and of course, jisung chose you – but how happy would he be right now if you didn’t mess the family up? you made jisung give up everything when he chose you.

you made a decision that changed everything.

“hey, you okay?” chan asked as he sat beside you. you nodded slowly the cold winter air leaving goose bumps on your skin.

“jisung told me how you get during the holidays” chan started.

“he wanted me to remind you that he wouldn’t trade you for the world and that supporting you was the best decision he ever made.”

“yea?” you replied feeling all emotional suddenly.

“why couldn’t that little sap tell me himself?” you forced out a small laugh.

“because that little sap hates seeing you cry”

“i do not cry!” as you wiped the side of your eyes, trying to stop you from crying.

“i just want a family for the holidays-“ you added.

“well- there’s you, jisung, seungmin, hyunjin and me” chan looked up at you- smiling. you blushed unknowningly as his eyes stared into yours.

“you?” you whispered. chan nodded.

“and changbin too” chan laughed. you leaned into his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you.

you never wanted him to let go – you wanted to live in his warmth and have him smile at you every day.

~ ~ ~

“don’t lag behind!” you shouted at the volleyball team. it was monday, the start of the annual sports week.

“don’t be so tough on them” hyunjin piped in.

“nah i say give them a taste of their own medicine. didn’t someone from the volley team complain about the boxing team being soft?” seungmin started

you looked at the team of volleyball players in front of you – most of them complaining. you raised your eyebrows shocked at how these sportsmen were acting.

“i don’t give a shit if minho doesn’t train you this hard, you’re in the boxing team now – so you’re going to train like one.”

well, to sum up the sports week, you trained the volleyball team like crazy and the swimming team didn’t cut your team some slack either.

~ ~ ~

“seriously y/n?” hyunjin expressed. you rolled your eyes.

“yes! since i have no chance of winning against the swim team, you should win!” you pointed out.

“why me?” hyunjin whined.

“because vice-captain, we need that thousand dollars for the team!” this time it was hyunjin’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

you stared at the pool in front of you, nervous. this was it. you were going to swim for real. all those trainings with chan lead up to this very moment.

as you heard the whistle blew, you dived into the water. you struggled to keep up at first but started matching the pace of the other swimmers.

you were doing it

you were swimming – competing with other swimmers who were so much better than you.

you glanced at the score board, removing your goggles. you smiled looking at the results.

you were more than happy

“why are you happy! you placed 5th!” seungmin shouted at you from benches.

“5th is quite high” you added.

“out of six people!” hyunjin laughed.

“i mean i just learnt how to swim cut me some slack here!”

“chan!” you called out, running up to him. before he had time to turn back you hugged his back as tightly as you could.

“what was that for?” chan asked surprised at your sudden affection.

“thank you for teaching me how to swim” you giggled into his back- finally letting him go so that he could face you.

“anything for you, y/n”

“hey chan?” you voiced out, your voice so soft it was almost unheard.

“hmm?”

before you could even comprehend what you were doing to leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. leaving him blushing like mad.

“i like you a lot”

“funny – i like you a lot too”

i don’t know anything about boxing and i also wrote this unnecessarily long, and badly written. not that proud of it so i might take it down soon. but

hope you enjoy it and leave me some love or feedback or anything!

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