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restlessmaknae · 4 years

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your heart is calling

Crossroads. A lanky boy. Violin in his hands. Long, delicate fingers playing on the strings, repeating the same old melody every single day. Always at the same place, always at the same time. But why?

♦ Pairing: violinist!Joochan x reader/you

♦ Genre: angst, slice of life

♦ Words: 2.8k

♦ Warning: mentions of minor characters’ death, suicide

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Crossroads. A lanky boy. Violin in his hands. Long, delicate fingers playing on the strings, repeating the same old melody every single day. The same song for the same amount of time. Without any mistakes, without any visible flaws. He just stood there, playing as if the world around him just stopped and time didn’t flow by like the river under the bridge. He closed his eyes, keeping it closed, closed tight until he came to the end of his song, his performance of the day being finished.

He always came at the same time, he always left at the same time. He didn’t wait for claps, nor did he accept any money for his music. He just got there, played that one specific song, and walked away as if nothing happened. Woeful winters turning into splendid springs, shimmering summers turning into ambivalent autumns, padded coats being replaced by casual jeans and then replaced by soft turtlenecks all over again like a cycle without an end. He just stood there, played, the same blondish locks falling into his ever warm, caramel orbs.

You didn’t think much of it when you first passed by him. You didn’t know his story. You just walked by after the first successful day at your new workplace, but there was something in the way he played, something bitter, something broken that made you stop dead in your tracks.

You snapped your head back at the violinist, eyes scanning his youthful features, recognizing the same old darkness in his caramel eyes that you yourself had seen so much in the mirror. You felt the music playing on your heartstrings, and it was crazy because you didn’t know a single thing about classical music. You didn’t know whether he played well or absolutely terribly, but you knew one thing; he played as if his life depended on it. With so much emotion and fervent facial expressions, your heart churned at the sight. How could mere minutes leave such imprint on your life? Such imprint in your heart?

You closed your eyes for a moment when he finished with the song, sucking in a deep breath. The melody still rang in your ears, tugging at your heartstrings, and if it hadn’t been for people pushing you from behind, you might have stayed a bit more.

However, due to the pressure, you continued your way back home that day.

The next time you walked by, you could merely heart the last accords of the song, and you found yourself longing for the music he had played. You didn’t know the name of the song, nor the composer, but you weren’t even sure that it was important. This boy made the whole song so heart wrenching, so soul crushing that you felt sorry for him even though you had no idea what he was going through.

You watched mindlessly as he packed away his violin, looked left and right before becoming one with the mass of people, your eyes losing him in the faceless crowd.

With his long, beige coat and fluffy scar, he seemed like a rather soft and warm-hearted person, but you wondered whether his heart was really doing alright. Whether his eyes were always shining so bitterly. Whether he always looked like a ghost. Whether he always wanted to live like that, being just a tiny little part of the afternoon crowd, not stopping to have a talk with anyone after his performance.

But there was just something, something so broken about him that you longed to hear his music more, so that you could decipher him more. You longed to see him, to see that he was still there by the crossroads, playing the same song but at least he was playing it. Maybe your heart would have felt better if you could have always seen that he was there.

At that time, you didn’t know whether it was just a coincidence that you bumped into him twice, but soon, you took notice of the time he was playing his violin, and you realized that it was always the same time. Same time, same place, same expressions.

After a while, you purposefully stayed at your workplace a little bit longer, so that you could catch him playing his violin on your way home, and sometimes you needed to excuse yourself from social gatherings just so you could hear him play. No matter how much just looking at him pained your heart, painting it rudy-red with anger, fear and raw, hurt feelings, you were somehow oddly reassured to find him there. As if you could find someone constant in your life, someone who would always stay, no matter how many people had left you or had drifted apart from you.

It was at a day when you totally forgot about the time because of the negative feedback you had received on your performance at your workplace that you got to know a bit more about his story.

You walked into a café, mind foggy and occupied by your boss’ nasty words, asking for a cup of chamomile tea, hoping that it would soothe your nerves. Fingers playing along the edges of your mug, you stared blankly ahead of yourself, and it was only the sound of violin that could get you back to reality.

You immediately know that it was him, it couldn’t be anyone else. You were not far from the crossroads where he was always playing, and you could already tell from the first few accords that it was his song.

You averted your eyes to look out of the window, finding the same boy with the same fluffy scarf and linen coat. Even in the midst of the chilly autumn, even under the grey skies and even with raindrops slowly sliding down his cheeks, he stood there and played. You started to have questions. Why only this song? Why just one song? Why stay there at the same place, at the same time? Why stay there despite the weather?

You watched him with more concern this time, slightly worried just what could have happened to him in the past - or what was happening to him right now - that made him come back every time and perform this song without skipping a day. Or so you thought because you hadn’t walked by this crossroads during the weekends. Maybe you should.

When the boy came to the end of the song, he swiftly put his violin into its protective case and started running. Towards the same café you were sitting in. At first, you assumed that it was because it was the closest shop to him, but the moment he stepped into the place and the same elderly man who had served you welcomed him with a fatherly smile from behind the counter, you knew that the distance wasn’t the reason behind him being here.

“Finished for today?” The man raised an eyebrow, his smile making him look years younger.

“Yes,” the boy responded with a soft, somewhat relieved sigh as he scanned the area once to look for unoccupied seats. When he met your eyes, you immediately looked away, not wanting to seem intrusive.

You had no idea what was his reaction, you didn’t dare to look at him any longer, and you soon occupied yourself with the report you had needed to rewrite for your boss, getting your laptop out of your bag and starting to work on it.

You were so immersed into writing that you didn’t even notice the boy leaving, but by the time you made your way to the counter to pay for your drink, he was nowhere to be seen.

The elderly man gave you the change with a friendly smile and you looked at him, contemplating whether or not to ask about the violinist boy. In the end, you decided not to for the time being, not knowing much about the relationship between the two of them. You didn’t want to seem like you were prying into others’ business either. It was just… that broken, grey heart of the boy who seemed he had seen better days, yet he had long forgotten how to smile. His heart was calling out to you, and yours was calling out to his.

But you were also afraid. Afraid to do anything, to ask about his pain and to hurt him with your inquiry or to get hurt if you become careless. You had just come out of your own sorrow, you weren’t sure that you were ready to be helping others with theirs.

So you just smiled back at the elderly man and left the café.

The colourful leaves fell onto the ground and the scenery was replaced by thick layers of white snow. The streets became slippery and people became less joyful, work becoming more and more tiring, you feeling exhausted each and every day when you left your workplace. At times like this, the boy’s song was the one thing that got you through your days. No matter how heart-wrenching his violin play was, somehow it could soothe your nerves.

Yet, when you had a particularly tough day, you didn’t feel like going back home straight away. You didn’t want to go back to your flat and cry your eyes out, so you waited for the time he would arrive and watched closely as he played.

He didn’t seem to be bothered by you standing so close, staying still and listening to him play. His eyes were closed anyway, only meeting your eyes for a brief second at the end of his play when you tried to give him an encouraging smile. Then, you turned on your heels, making your way to the café with the elderly man, and asked for your favourite chamomile tea.

You didn’t expect the boy to follow you - but you hoped a bit that he would do so -, let alone sitting by your table. You two didn’t even talk that day, you just exchanged a few glances and a few smiles, but that was it. You had your own burden to carry, and he didn’t want to speak up either.

This went on for the next weeks. You listening to him play, going to the café, and him sitting with you, drinking his own cup of tea, not asking any questions or saying anything, but the silence was still better than fake kindness. It was enough for you that he was this close, as if he had just let you in a bit, and you didn’t feel as afraid to be around him as you had in the beginning.

The elderly man must have sensed that there was a silent string formed between you two because he once let you know the story of the boy when you stayed longer than the violinist did.

“Don’t worry if he doesn’t talk to you. He needs time to open up to people,” the man - who had introduced himself as Mr. Kim - told you with that same fatherly smile you had seen before, putting your empty mug onto his tray.

It was close to closing hours, but you felt like staying there, watching as the snowflakes stuck onto the window of the café, painting the scenery soft and white.

“Do you perhaps happen to know why he’s doing this?” You couldn’t help but ask, no need to specify what you meant. The man knew that as well, letting out an aghast sigh in return. At first, you thought that he wouldn’t tell you, just something along the lines of waiting for him to open up, but he took a seat across yours and started talking.

“Poor boy lost both his parents and his older brother in a car accident four years ago. Ever since then, he stands by the crossroads where the accident happened and plays for his deceased family, knowing that this song was their favourite and the last one they could have heard before they died. He had a grandmother who could take care of him after the accident but she passed away a year ago, so he’s really alone now.”

You felt like the ground had split into two and swallowed you up. You could see that he was struggling, that he was broken, it was just enough if you looked into his caramel orbs, and you could tell it, but to have such a tragedy rewriting the story of his life? You were beyond shocked, you couldn’t even imagine just how much pain he had been through. Losing his whole family in a matter of years, leaving him all alone in this world, being only a lost 20-something boy.

You were speechless, your face saying it all, and Mr. Kim took this as a sign that you were willing to listen. So he told you how he was the one who had invited the boy - Joochan - into his café when he had caught sight of the violinist standing there in the rain four years ago. Joochan had never let the man help him with anything, except with his invitations at his café. He had been playing with the Seoul youth orchestra for two years now, and he had earned enough money to live by in his small flat not far from where they were, but according to the man, he had never seen Joochan with anyone else ever since the death of his grandmother.

“No wonder his song seemed to be close to my heart,” you mused out loud, looking down at your intertwined hands in your lap.

“Have you lost somebody recently?”

You nodded, gulping down the bitter taste in your mouth. Well, maybe one year wasn’t so recent, but losing your best friend after she had committed suicide was more than you could have taken and you needed time to mourn, heal and live your life again. You had lost your previous job because you just couldn’t have concentrated on anything else other than the pain, so you working again was a huge achievement on its own.

“Then, maybe he has already felt it, too,” Mr. Kim remarked with a bittersweet smile, implying that it was the reason Joochan didn’t mind sitting with you at the same table.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t do this but the next day after hearing his story, you just couldn’t stop yourself.

After Joochan had played the same song and you two had exchanged a glance, you hugged him with all your care and affection, hoping that he could feel your sincerity without knowing the reason of you being like this all of a sudden. Or maybe he had a feeling just as much as you had when you had first heard him play.

Joochan was reluctant at first, staying still like a statue but soon enough, his arms found their way around your waist and he let you hug him. Which already felt like something huge taking both of your situations into consideration, but this hug felt even more special under the falling snow flakes and being watched by Mr. Kim who welcomed you two in his café with his trademark smile and kindness.

That day, Joochan spoke up quietly, softly and gently, asking how you were feeling, and this is how you two started to open up to each other - carefully like butterflies trying out their wings for the first time. Your hearts became less afraid to let the other in, and soon, something shifted between you two.

You were getting to know each other slowly and gradually like the seasons that were changing, and by the time spring arrived, you two had the habit of spending the time together in the afternoons after he had played that song of his, talking above a steaming mug of tea. By the time the next spring arrived, Joochan’s heart had felt enough at ease to move on from his mourning and stop coming to the crossroads to play that one single song because he knew that it would be playing in his deceased family members’ hearts no matter what.

Instead, he was waiting for you in front of your workplace with a soft smile on his face, reaching his hand out to hold yours, walking down the streets hand in hand to visit Mr. Kim and then to spend the rest of the day at either his or your flat.

He might not have played the same song again, but his heart was still calling out to you, and your heart was still calling out to him.

The difference was that now neither of you were afraid to listen to its call.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 3 years

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Anonymous asked:

Would you make a scenario where fem reader is in a love triangle with her two best friends Bomin and Joochan?, Like they're super good friends but both of them like her... So they confess in different moments, she kisses both and she's confused. Both of them know about the others feelings but they still want to have the upper hand. You can pick the ending and write it however you want! It'll be great if we could feel the struggle... Maybe making her have her moments whenever she hangs with one of them, like she thinks she has decided but then they kiss and the same happens with the other and it's all messy?? Thank you beforehand i hope it's not too much to ask 🥺

Group: Golden Child (골든차일드)

Members: Bomin & Joochan

Chapter 2

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(A/N): Warning! This took on a mind of its own, and it is now a fic—not a scenario. This chapter one, y'all. Banner by @junjungsunwoo! Thank you so much, I love it! ^-^

Chapter 1

Hong Joochan

Everyone falls in love in different ways.

For some, it's slow and gradual. For others, it's love at first sight. And then for the rest, they're not in love until they just... are.

That's how it was for me.

You see, I had a friend. She was pretty, though I didn't realize it when we first met. Sometimes people would ask me, "Yo, are you friends with the hot chick?" and my response would always be, "Who?"

I didn't understand back then how beautiful she really was, because all I saw was 'my friend'. I'd closed myself off to the idea of seeing her as an actual woman without even realizing it.

Until one moment, I did. It was just one moment. One moment of her smiling in just the right lighting, the glare through the window putting a halo over her head.

All my memories with her flashed through my head like scenes from a movie. All the times she'd comforted me, made me laugh, or smiled for me.

In that moment, I felt like we were meeting again for the first time. Like an idiot, I stuttered when I said hi. I'd never stuttered around her before, and I knew she'd noticed it too, 'cause she didn't skip a beat in teasing me for it.

I thought maybe—just maybe—I had been underestimating how much I appreciated her presence in my life.

And how much I'd come to rely on it.

It was overwhelming, scary and exciting all at the same time. When the wave of emotions first washed over, I thought, "I've gotta tell someone."

In situations like this, Daeyeol would usually be the first person I'd spill my feelings to. He was always good at looking at things objectively and helping me evaluate myself.

But in this particular case with this particular girl, there was a better choice.

And it was Choi Bomin. He was kicked back in a chair, reading over a script from a web-drama he was gonna be starring in, his brows furrowed with concentration.

"Hey, Bomin?" I said. I was annoyed (yet also giddy) over the way my voice quivered with anxiousness. It'd been forever since I'd liked liked someone, and I was excited to get it off my chest.

In true Bomin fashion, he made eye contact for a short moment before looking back down at his script. "What's up?" he asked, a small smile resting on his lips to show that he was ready and willing to listen.

A nervous chuckled slipped out of my mouth. "I think I've got a crush on someone," I finally said, trying to keep my grin at bay.

His eyes immediately ripped away from the pages, a mixture of 'wow! I'm so happy for you!' and 'are we even allowed to do that?' written across his face. "You do?" he asked. "That's..." He thought for a moment before he couldn't hide his smile anymore.

He was trying to be all straight-up and objective, but I could tell he was getting swept up in the real-life love story, seemingly stolen straight from the pages of his script.

"Awesome," he settled on. "It's awesome. I'm happy for you!" He set the stack of papers off to the side, sitting up properly and giving me his full attention. "So, who's the lucky girl? Do I know her?"

Just thinking about it made me smile, while also simultaneously making me feel like I was gonna throw up. "Yeah, you know her pretty well," I chuckled. His eyes were burning with curiosity. "It's (Y/N)."

I'll never forget the look on his face when I said that. The absolute betrayal.

The joy I'd felt just moments ago vanished, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. That's when I realized it.

He liked her, too.

For you to truly understand the significance of that moment, we're gonna have to go back by about 5 years.

Or is it 6?

I don't really remember. Honestly, I didn't even realize (Y/N) and I had become such good friends until I noticed, "Wow, I sure do spend a lot of time with you."

All the guys liked her and enjoyed her company, but none of 'em were as close to her as Bomin and I.

Now, just to clarify, I was friends with her first. It probably doesn't matter to most of you, but it matters to me. I'm proud of it.

I found a best friend that would stay by my side and support me until I die—and all before I turned 30! To me, that's an accomplishment.

We met at a pretty difficult time in my life. Well, in both of our lives actually. I'd been training for a long time, and my debut at that time was... How should I put it?

Uncertain.

I was scared. Like, really scared. And angry.

Maybe that's selfish to say when others had been training way longer than I had, but hey. I'm human. I can't help it.

People told me I was doing well and to hang in just a little longer, yet I had nothing to show for it. Lots of thoughts were running through my head at that point.

Is this what I'm supposed to do with my life? Just wait? It felt like a waste.

So, yeah. At that point, my mental health had taken a nosedive, and my physical health was following right after it. I was getting nosebleeds while practicing, I could barely hold down anything I ate, the mood swings were insane, and life was pretty much just kicking me in the ass.

I remember ditching practice one day 'cause I was just so tired of everything. I felt like if I didn't get outta there, I would either cry or punch someone.

I hopped on a bus from Mapo-gu to the Han River, but I don't remember anything about the commute.

In my eyes, the world was foggy and grey. I didn't see buildings and people passing by—just silhouettes; vaguely familiar shapes and blobs of faded color.

I couldn't even bring myself to try and decipher them.

Once I got to my stop, I wandered around the park for hours and hours until dusk had fallen and my feet were rubbed red with blisters.

As the sky started changing from purple to dark blue, I'd found myself a nice spot near the water where I could just sit in the grass, watching the boats pass by as the city-scape flickered to life.

The grass was dewy and I could tell my butt was gonna get wet, but I didn't care.

I'd been there for a whole two minutes before someone poked me harshly in my bony shoulder.

I'll give you a minute to guess who that was.

If you said '(Y/N)', ding ding ding! You win the grand prize.

That first time I met her, she wasn't smiling. In fact, she was glaring at me in a pretty threatening way, but whatever.

"You're in my spot," she'd said, voice dry, monotone and unamused.

I raised a brow. "Do you own the park?"

"No."

I turned away from her, folding my knees to my chest and resting my chin on them. "Then it's not yours," I said.

Usually, I wouldn't be so rude to a perfect stranger, but she started it. I was already in a bad mood—who was this chick to show up and make me feel worse?

My resolve to ignore her died down as soon as I heard her sniffling. It sent a pang of guilt running through my chest, but it also made my blood boil.

"Fine, take your damn seat," I groaned, scooting over a bit. "If you think I'm moving any farther though, you're dead wrong," I huffed grumpily, refusing to look at her. I didn't even look out at the water—just glared at a few innocent blades of grass.

A chilly breeze blew in that moment, making the grass shiver under my harsh gaze. The timing was almost comical.

I heard her plop down next to me, still sniffling a little. "Thanks..." she said hesitantly, dabbing her nose with her sleeve. "I'm sorry I made you move." She took a deep breath, chuckling at herself. "Honestly, I can be such an ass when I'm..." her voice trailed off.

Without really noticing it, I'd found myself listening to her. I turned my head a little. I still wasn't looking at her, per se, but now we were looking in the same direction.

"When you're what?" I asked, my voice considerably more gentle than before.

She sighed through her nose. Out of my peripherals, I saw her fold into the same position as me. "When I'm in state of not being okay, I guess," she said.

I laughed ironically. I could relate to that.

"How 'bout you?" she asked. "No offense, but you're not looking too hot. Somethin' going on?"

I finally looked at her, only to find she was already looking at me. "Even if there is something going on," I started, "what's the point in telling you? We're never gonna see each other again anyway."

"Now you see, that's the beauty of it," she said. "We're strangers who will never see each other again and have no emotional attachment to each other. Therefore, no matter how much baggage we unload onto each other, it won't drag us down."

She shrugged. "I guess what I'm sayin' is... We could be honest with each other and it's no harm, no foul."

I didn't say anything for about a minute, just letting the words ruminate in my head.

"That's only if you want to, though," she said, breaking the silence I didn't realize I'd let drag on for so long. "I just figured... If you're anything like me, you wouldn't have come here if you had someone to talk to."

And she was right. I didn't have anyone to talk to at that point.

So on that Thursday evening, I swallowed my pride and spilled my deepest inner thoughts to this random stranger—and she did the same to me.

We cried a lot, laughed like psychopaths, raged and yelled, ripped up fistfuls of grass—it was a rollercoaster.

But y'know what?

We both felt refreshed afterwards. And we thought, "Great! That's the end of it and now we can part ways and forget this ever happened."

But the universe had different plans for us.

I know South Korea isn't huge, but I thought it was at least big enough for acquaintances not to run into each other every other moment.

I started seeing her on the bus, at the cafe near the agency, that random hole-in-the-wall bakery that I thought no one else knew about.

It was almost creepy, and if I thought of myself a little more self-importantly, I might've thought she was stalking me.

Then it occurred to me.

Maybe she'd always been there, living her everyday life, and I just hadn't noticed her before. Maybe this was her everyday, and I was just passing through it every once in a while.

Despite having said we'd never speak to each other again, we exchanged the basic pleasantries whenever we bumped into each other. No pressure or expectations, just a random, "Oh! Mean Han River chick!" or "Oh! Depressed trainee boy."

Her sense of humor meshed with mine—in a weird, unexpected sort of way, and we quickly became the simplest way of relieving each other's stress.

We didn't try. And honestly, most of the time, it was just an accident. We'd always just happen to find each other when we needed to talk, like fate.

If you believe in that kinda stuff, I mean.

So there you have it! That's how a stranger became my best friend. And then, as time went on, my crush.

And, well... My other friend's crush.

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babysubinnie · 4 years

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my joochan // hong joochan

🌟 pairing:: hong joochan x reader 🌟 genre:: fluff, angst, bodyguard!joochan, 🌟 requested by anon! 🌟 summary:: you liked joochan more than anything in the world, but your dad made it clear that he forbade me from going out with him. when he gets fired from your dad, there’s not much you can do.

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“joochan!” i screamed angled up to the ceiling because i knew that would get his attention. a few seconds later, joochan came running into my room as i was stepping into my shoes. he stood at my door with his hands clasped in front of him looking away from me. i pouted biting my lip before telling him to come here. he shook his head totally ignoring me.

“can you please come here?” i bit my lip looking at him but he didn’t move an inch. i stood up, he stepped back. i sat down, he stepped up. he took a look around before taking his earpiece off. he then walked over to me switching off his microphone.

“that kiss was a mistake. i shouldn’t have kissed you.” he sat down next to me biting his lip looking down. i turned to face him completely but he continued to look off into the distance.

“no it wasn’t. you kissed me joochan.” i stood up abruptly because now i was starting to get annoyed.

“i know, but it was a mistake. i could lose my fucking job y/n.” he stood up walking up to me putting his arms around my waist. he was fucking gorgeous. but he was my bodyguard. he was my fucking bodyguard.

“i’m sorry. it’s my fucking fault. i’m sorry.” i stormed out of the room after i put my shoes on. i could hear that he followed me out of the room but i ended up facing my dad.

“what’s going on?” my dad smiled at the two of us before looking at joochan. i told him that nothing was going on before turning around to look at joochan who still had his earpiece out. my dad took a double look at his earpiece then up at his eyes. joochan automatically put his earpiece back into his ear.

i bit my lip looking away from joochan then looked back at my dad. he called joochan away from me and called him into his office. he followed him into the office turning around to look at me before saying something without actually saying it.

“i got it covered.” he winked at me before closing the door. i paced around the room waiting for joochan to come out. i was so scared, what was my dad going to say? a second later, he opened the door looking terrified of what happened. he walked straight past me, stopping when we touched shoulders.

“i’ll come back to say goodbye okay princess?” he said looked down at me biting his lip. my mouth dropped open while what he said hit me, and hard. he was being fired. i couldn’t believe it.

“no. joochan, you can’t leave me. please.” i moved to stand in front of him shaking my head. i couldn’t let him go that easily. he’s the guy that i had loved since we were kids.

“i’m sorry princess.” he walked past me, and i turned around to watch him walk away. was he really going to leave? i didn’t want him to go. my dad called me into his office, before sitting back down at his desk. my eyes were all teary while i sat at the desk.

“y/n, i’m sorry. i had to let joochan go. he didn’t fit the job anymore. i’ll find a different bodyguard for you okay?” he said to me while looking at the résumés of new bodyguards. i shook my head standing up slamming my hands onto the table.

“no. why the hell do you have to fire him? he’s the fucking love of my life. he’s my fucking everything. every single day, all i think about is him but he’s so scared of losing his job. i can’t fucking think of anything else-” i started going off at my dad but he kept saying my name trying to shut me up. i couldn’t stay quiet.

“y/n. listen to me.” he nodded his head telling me that there’s someone at the door. i turned around to see who it was and, it was joochan. he was wearing a different suit from before, a much better looking suit. he looked amazing. he smirked at me when i started blushing hard before putting his hand through his hair.

“y/n, meet your new boyfriend.” i turned around fully to face joochan before running so quickly towards him. i put my arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. he put his head in the crook of my neck kissing my neck softly.

“you’re my girl, finally. not the girl that i have to protect but not touch.” he smiled before pulling away from the hug to look me in the eyes. i realized that he may have heard everything that i said about him. i bit the inside of my cheek nervously before speaking.

“did you-” i looked at my dad then looked down at the ground. he smiled tilting his head before lifting my chin up to look at him. he nodded then spoke,

“hear everything you said? yes.” he kissed the tip of my nose smiling so brighter than i had ever seen. he had never smiled so bright in the entire time that we knew each other.

“so fucking embarrassing.” i put my hands to cover my face, because i was so embarrassed. he heard me scream at my dad about how much i loved him. he laughed taking my hands off my face kissing my lips softly before turning to look at my dad.

“shit sorry.”

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lavenderbang · 3 years

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Surviving

Hong Joochan x Reader

genre: Zombie au!, Fluff, Comedy, a slight bit of angst

warning(s): do I really even have to say swearing anymore? (y’all know I swear all the time), talk and/or scenes of blood/gore/death (obviously), almost but not quite a suicide attempt

Summary: You thought you were a goner when the zombies made it into your apartment until a pretty boy in a volleyball zip-up from next door saves your life and lets you stay with him.

A/N: okay so I am so I’m taking inspiration from not only the Burn It MV but also the Breathe MV AND from the Kdrama #Alive because I’ve been into all of those things currently. Not to mention Hong Joochan is literally such an IT boy and very underrated so I hope you enjoy!

he was so cute in the Breathe MV I’m crying

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You cover your ears, rocking in the corner of your apartment behind your couch. Your front door was shaking from the mass amounts of force being pushed against it from the infected who were trying to get in.

And they were going to get in soon.

When the virus first arrived to your neighborhood, it wasn’t much to worry about. The news said that only the elderly and infants were at risk; since your apartment complex was mostly university students and a couple middle aged families, it didn’t seem like an immediate threat. That was until someone from floor 5 got sick and then someone on floor 8 and then Seungyoon got it and it was suddenly a big problem.

You had to kill your roommate Seungyoon with a kitchen knife a few weeks ago, his now dried brown blood stained the couches and seeped into the floor; you had also had to throw his body over the balcony, the irony smell of Seunyoon’s blood making you feel ill. You still remember the sight of his body (it wasn’t even him anymore) twisting in unnatural ways to try and get a taste of your flesh. You remember the image of his body crushed on the pavement after you got rid of it and how you puked all over his bedding when you saw the mess of infection covering every inch of his room as he tried to hide from you.

But mostly, you remember how he used to smile and how he would make you tea when you had a bad day. You remember how loudly he sang music when he was cleaning and how he loved to make you laugh. Killing Seungyoon was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, but you promised yourself that you would try to live for him, as it’s what he would have wanted for you.

Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you thought about your fate. It was all for nothing now. The amount of time you had spent rationing food so that you wouldn’t starve to death, the pillows you had placed on the ground to damp the sounds of your footsteps, even the many sleepless nights were you would keep watch just in case something happened.

that all meant nothing now and you were going to be ripped apart for nothing.

Suddenly, the door busted open, and a horde of your neighbors (they weren’t really your neighbors anymore, just monsters that looked like then) rushed in. You screamed by instinct, before you quickly ran out onto your balcony and shut the glass door behind you. It was pointless, but you still needed to fight until the end. The horde bashed themselves against the glass, their self-destructive behavior bone-chilling as you had known these people well.

“This is it.” you said to yourself flatly, tears suddenly stopping, “This is the end of the line for me...”

The glass of your door starts to crack at the excessive pounding. Zombies were crawling over their counterparts to get to you; you stood against the railing, only a few feet from the door.

All you could feel was fear.

It wasn’t dying that scared you, but becoming one of them. You knew what it had done to Seungyoon and you knew that you’d rather die than lose yourself to this virus and become a monster.

Not being able to look your fate in the eyes, you turned around looking out into the burning cityscape you once called home. You thought about how pretty this city was before reducing to ash; buildings were on fire and you could hear screams and gunshots ringing out through the silence of night.

The sound of breaking glass brought you out of your thoughts. The crack in your sliding door was growing and you knew you only had a few moments left. You thought of jumping from the balcony; joining Seungyoon as a corpse instead of a monster. It would be much less painful way to go to, falling to heaven instead of being ripped apart. Death was just a part of life and this seemed like a better opt-

“Hey, are you bit!?”

You grip onto the railing, and turn to were you heard someone call to you. On the adjacent balcony, there stood a guy in a volleyball jacket, a sense of urgency in his expression. You were shaken from your fear for a moment; you had completely accepted you fate and were planning on going out on your own terms, but the appearance of a man threw you off.

“wha-”

“I asked if you’re bitten!” He yelled, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. The man seemed impatient, probably because he could see the crowd on the other side of the glass.

“No I didn’t get-”

“Then get over here so I can pull you over!” He commanded, reaching his arm towards you, “Hurry, they’re gonna break through...”

Something snapped inside of you; suddenly you no longer wanted to die. The universe had given you an olive branch and you needed to take it not just for yourself, but also for your roommate/best friend because he couldn’t.

You rushed over to the right side of your balcony and reached out grasping desperately at your neighbor’s strong hands. His balcony was maybe a meter away, so you just were able to get a hold onto his hands by standing on your toes. Just as he gets a good grip, the glass of you sliding door shatters, sending the monsters out of your apartment like a wave. The ones closest to the front were either pushed from the balcony or trampled by the zombies after it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, before trying to get your feet onto your railing as soon as possible. You stumble a bit, before finally making it over; except for one of the zombies to grab you by the foot just as you dismount for your neighbors balcony. The volleyball man held onto you firmly yanking on your arm so hard that you thought it’d rip out of its socket.

“Get off!” You shouted, before twisting and kicking the heel of your foot into its face as hard as you could. You do this a couple more times before your shoe pops off and you’re free from the monsters grip. However, you are far from safe, as your legs swing and hit the railing of pretty boy’s balcony, leaving you dangling from his grip.

“I’ve got you!” He grunts, gripping onto your wrists while slightly repositioning for a better grasp, “I’ve got you-”

Just then the zombies start hurling themselves over your balcony towards you, slamming against your body one after the other only to plummet to their death. You scream out in pain, torso pressed against the slatted railing of the balcony over and over again as your hands grow weak from holding on.

The man grits his teeth and mumbles swears under his breath. His fingers are practically digging into your forearms at this point and his legs are basically locked in-between the bars of the railing to keep him from tumbling over due to the weight of another human being dangling from him.

He tries to pull you up more, letting out a anguished shout from all of the strength he’s exerting. You can barely breathe; you’ve been hit at full force by dozens of those monsters by now and the feeling of your chest being crushed against the railing again and again begins to burn. Bruising was evident at this point, and you started to cry yet again, letting the tears flow from your eyes.

Soon, you are pulled high enough that you can crouch your legs up and set foot on the outside of the balcony. There are no more zombies left in your apartment, but you scramble to quickly get over the railing; you land flat on your face while the volleyball guy lands on his butt from pulling you so hard. You both sat in silence for a moment, only the sounds of the horde piled bellow and the heaviness of both of your breathing could be heard.

“What a wonderful turn of events!” The pretty boy pants before chuckling breathlessly and holding out a hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you, neighbor.” You scoff at his sarcasm, grabbing his hand firmly to shake it, standing as he does. He nods towards his door, opening it for the both of you to go inside.

It is very neat; the layout was identical to yours, but he decided to decorate his home with... nothing. There were a couple sleeping-bags piled in the corner of the room, a big sofa was pushed off to the the side to make room for the kitchen table he dragged into the middle of the room; the table was covered in a plethora of things such as a radio, what looked to be a tackle box filled with survival gear for hiking, and a pile of packaged saltine crackers. The walls were bare except for two photo frames; one was a photo of what seemed to pretty boy’s family and another with a volleyball team of boys holding a trophy.

“Make yourself at home I guess.” The host himself offered, sitting down at the table to play with the radio. now that you weren’t fighting for your life, you got a good look at the guy. He had rich, brown hair, parted down the middle and soft eyes that narrowed as he focused on his task. He had a nice build, and the volleyball jacket with the number 55 on it seemed to fit him perfectly. But you noticed other things, like the paleness of his cheeks and the bloodstains on his jeans. He looked exhausted, but you were sure you didn’t look much better...

You sat across the table from him, catching his attention. He smiled gently at you, retreating his hands from the radio to clasp them together on the table.

“So, I guess I should introduce myself...” He stated, eyes creasing a bit as he beamed at you, “I’m Joochan. Hong Joochan.”

‘What a nice name’ you thought to yourself before responding to the volleyball guy.

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You said and reached out your hand for him to shake. Joochan took it and shook your hand firmly, “I just wanted to thank you...”

“for what?”

“for saving my life obviously! I would be dead - or worse - if it wasn’t for you.”

“It was nothing! I assume you would have done the same for me if I was out on the balcony.”

You nodded at the boy’s innocent goodness. Joochan seemed to have this genuineness about him and you found yourself growing a sense of fondness for him.

“Well, I just wanted to thank you...” You replied, a quick nod before looking down at your hands, “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you...”

“Just stick with me.” Joochan requested, making your head perk up as he explained, “Its safer if we have numbers; well I guess a number. and I think the end of the world kinda sucks when you’re all alone.” You burst out laughing from his successful attempt to brighten the mood. His grin widened, glad he could make you happy with a stupid joke.

in all honestly, Joochan was just happy to speak to another human being after what seemed to be weeks of isolation. He had been locked up in his house alone like it was a prison. He felt like he was going mad, not eating or sleeping and listening to the shuffling of the monsters upstairs. He thought he was the only one left alive in the building... But like the idiot he was, of course his literal next-door neighbor was still living. He knew that he had to save you; if you had passed, Joochan thought it would be like loosing all of humanity - or at least a symbol of it.

You stopped laughing, looking at the boy with a playful glint in your eyes; Joochan was happy it was you and not anyone else. Your fun attitude, your strong will, your attractive energy; he knew he liked you already and this could definitely work out.

“I guess we’ll have to be a team then.” You agreed with a smirk, “a team that kicks zombie ass and isn’t alone in the apocalypse.”

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It had been maybe a week you had been with Joochan in his apartment. He seemed to be doing well for himself, enough food that you could actually eat a meal every once and a while and a pile of furniture making an impenetrable wall in front of his door. You had gotten to know Joochan pretty well, his enamoring personality and quick wit made trying to stay alive much more enjoyable (as enjoyable as survival can be). That was, until he asked you about something you didn’t think he would ask about.

“So... did you live in the apartment next door?” Joochan questioned; it was nighttime and the two of you sat in the corner of his room on sleeping bags. You were reading one of his many books, trying to distract yourself from the noises of monsters close-by, “Or did you migrate from another place..?”

“I lived there.” You stated simply, turning to look at him with a furrowed brow, “Why do you ask?”

“i just know that was Seungyoon’s apartment...” He responded crestfallen, looking into his lap, “we used to play volleyball together and I never knew he had a roommate...”

“Joochan, I’m really sorry but can we not talk about him? please?”

“Yeah, of course” Joochan agreed softly, giving you a weak smile, “I’m sorry for bringing it up, I was just-”

Joochan stopped when he heard your quiet sobs, quickly turning his attention to you. You sat, bottom lip ticked tightly between your teeth trying to stop the pain in your chest. You couldn’t bear to look up at Joochan; it had been a while since you had heard his name said out loud and it brought it all back.

“Oh don’t cry!” Joochan exclaimed, scooting closer to you and gently placing his arm around your shoulder. The warmth of his body was comforting, but it didn’t stop you from weeping into your lap, “I’m so sorry. Everything will be okay...”

“I remember the day he got infected he spent the whole day in his room. He didn’t tell me about it and I was afraid he was mad at me because I told him I couldn’t go out to a party that weekend.” You sniffled, chuckling bitterly at the memory, “I remember when he did eventually come out of his room, and I could tell right away something was wrong. He looked as white as a ghost, eyes sunken in and sweat bleeding through his shirt. I-” Your voice broke, tears flowing again recalling what had happened when you had to kill your best friend. Joochan rubbed your shoulder reassuringly, trying his best to comfort you in your state of distress. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he could tell you were hurting and traumatized from the experience and wanted to help you through it as much as he could. With gentle coos and hushes, he helps you steady your breathing enough to continue; you grip onto his jacket tightens as you speak, finally expressing all the feelings you have been trying to get rid of for survival.

“Oh Joochan he didn’t even look like him. His eyes were glossy and he just looked wrong. Seungyoon whispered to me that he had been hiding something from me and showed me a giant black and blue gash on his arm. He didn’t have to tell me what it was because I already knew.” You choked out, letting your mind word vomit the vivid memory, “I didn’t know what to do. I stood frozen before making him sit down on the couch with me. I remember stroking his hair as he cried, telling me he was afraid to die. It was the only time I had ever seen Seungyoon like that and I comforted him because it was all I could do to make it easier for him. And when he turned, and I had to...” You let your sentence trail off, feeling the dread and despair creep into your soul. You held onto Joochan tighter, letting your emotions take control of you actions for the first time since Seungyoon passed.

“I know it must have been hard for you.” He said gently, pulling you from the sinking feeling in your chest back into reality, “I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like and I’m truly sorry for what you had to go through...”

You leaned more into Joochan, finding comfort in his caring nature and warmth. He wrapped his other arm around you in a hug, shifting so that you wrapped you arm across his torso and leaned your head on his shoulder. He drew small patterns onto your back and held you tightly before he continued.

“But I bet he would be proud of you for being so strong and resilient,” Joochan expressed, sliding down so that the two of you were laying down on the floor. You weren’t complaining, as fatigue and exhaustion began to set in and you could feel yourself get sleepy, “and I think Seungyoon would want you to keep fighting and he would want you to heal...”

You wiped your face dry with the back of your hand, feeling a sense of peace replace the despair in your heart. Joochan was right and talking about Seungyoon’s final moments helped you heal in ways you didn’t expect.

“I think he would want the both of us to be strong.” You agreed with a small smile, “I think we have to keep fighting for all the people we’ve lost. they’ve earned it...”

“I think so too.” Joochan agreed, shifting to let you go before you snuggle closer to him. “can we just stay like this for a bit longer..?” You asked weakly, drowsiness taking over your senses. Joochan let out a soft yes, pulling you in closer to him. You could hear his heart beat gently and found solace in the softness of his t-shirt under your cheek.

“rest up (Y/N),” He whispered sweetly, combing through your hair with one hand and rubbing your back with the other, “We have a long day of staying alive tomorrow. I promise, I won’t let you die and we can get through this together.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You replied sincerely before falling asleep in Joochan’s warm embrace.

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A/N: This has been in the works for a few weeks now and I finally finished it (Although there wasn’t much romance, I might make a part two. I just wanted some Apocalypse cuddling tbh) I have a couple more fics in the works that I’m like 3/4′s done and I just haven’t finished them so I hope to do that soon too! anyways, I hope you enjoyed this and Have a wonderful day/night :)

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markleeswatermelon · 3 years

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fluff-♡︎ angst- ☽ suggustive- ☺︎︎

𝐝𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 (𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱): y keeps on confessing to you but your to dense to notice. type: imagine (coming soon)

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𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: a rainy day makes bomin think of the maroon 5 song type: drabble

#golden child imagines #golden child fluff #golden child drabbles #golden child angst #golden child suggestive #daeyeol #y #jangjun #tag #seungmin #jaehyun #jibeom #joochan #bomin

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jaelixs · 4 years

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༉‧₊˚✧ golden child masterlist !!

♡ fluff

☆ angst

☾ blurbs

༉‧₊˚✧ lee daeyeol !!

[9:48 pm] (♡)

༉‧₊˚✧ choi seongyoon !!

༉‧₊˚✧ lee jangjun !!

[3:16 pm] (♡)

༉‧₊˚✧ son youngtaek !!

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༉‧₊˚✧ hong joochan !!

༉‧₊˚✧ choi bomin !!

[11:19 pm] (♡)

༉‧₊˚✧ ot10 !!

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minho-hoho · 2 years

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Because I Love You

❁ Pairing ⭆ Yandere!Riki × GN!Reader

❁ Genre ⇛ Angst, Yandere AU

❁ Warning ⇛ Murder, a bit cursing

❁ Requested ⇛Yes

❁ Word count ⇛ 1.6k

❁ A/N ⇛ Request will be closed on the 11th of April, but please request something special you'd like to see as a way for me to celebrate the 1 month anniversary of this account and the 152 followers! Yandere!ENHYPEN type of fics are closed. Hope you all have a fantastic day and thank you for being here~

MASTERLIST

As always you were walking through the hallways, hoping that you wouldn’t cross roads with your bullies. They've been bullying you for months now, you didn’t even know why. But you endured it as they threatened you multiple times to not report them or tell what they did to you to anyone. You wanted to tell everything to your sweet boyfriend so badly. You needed to vent, and you did, in a hidden journal of yours. You always made sure to hide it each time in different places just in case.

You reached your locker and started to open it. You heard voices from afar, despite the distance there was between you and the voices, you recognised immediately who they belonged to. Heeyoung and Joochan. They were dating and you despised them, you wished they were gone from this school, from the entire earth, even. Unfortunately, they were always here to bother you. The only reason why you kept going on was your lovely boyfriend, Nishimura Riki. You never told him why you were sad so often, you often found an excuse, but he always comforted you until you felt better. You were grateful to have him in your life, he was the one who kept you sane.

“Look who’s here” Joochan snickered. You sighed, and closed your locker quickly before turning around to try and get to your next class, but Heeyoung grabbed your arm making you stumble.

“Can’t walk properly, huh?” She chuckled. She turned you around to make you face her.

“Look at how pathetic you are. Do you have our homework?” She looked at you meanly. You nodded, not wanting to spend saliva on terrible persons.

“Good, now give it to us.” Joochan ordered. You obliged knowing how you’d end up if you didn’t do as told.

“Hm, I guess you’re not so useless.” HeeYoung smirked, while you just frowned knowing better than to fight back.

“Anyway, we need to go, we have other things to do than to see your disgusting and pathetic face” They both laughed before going on their own way.

You only sighed once they were out of sight. You were sort of used to the constant harassment, but it still pained you to be treated so differently from your peers for no reason.

But today you quickly forgot about the incident with your bullies as you were actively looking forward to having a sleepover at your house with your boyfriend. It was going to be the highlight of your week if not the entire month. Your mind was filled with thoughts about what you were going to do once you’ll both be at your house, you had been planning this for a while now but have never gotten around to do it as there wasn’t always the time. But finally, it was going to happen and you were more than happy to spend more time than usual with him.

Finally the bell rang, and you were greeted with a smiling Riki at the door of your classroom. You hugged him right away before you went to your house.

The whole night passed quickly and you both wished it lasted forever, but you were starting to get tired and you decided to go to bed. Riki wasn’t as tired as you, so he decided to stay up a little bit more on his phone before joining you.

After half an hour, Riki started to get a bit bored by his phone, nothing interested him. So he chose to take a closer look at your room and what it hid. He knew it wasn’t the best thing to do, but he was seriously bored and you didn’t need to know anyways.

He looked around in hopes of finding something interesting. He was about to give up after a few minutes when he caught a glimpse of a notebook he had never seen before. He took it in his hand and sat on the ground, with a devilish smile forming on his face, wondering what secrets were you hiding from him. He opened it expecting juicy things and hoping you weren’t cheating on him or something. What he didn’t expect was to find pages and pages just filled with pure sadness, anger and despair concerning your bullies. He wans’t sure how to react to what he just read. He felt so sad and angry at the fact that you had to suffer so much for so long and you coyodn’t even tell a soul about what you were living. He felt so angry at Joochan and Heeyoung for making you suffer. And he wanted to make them suffer 10 times as much as they did to you. He wanted them to be gone just as much as you did, expect that he would get rid of them for you. He knew you were too kind-hearted to kill anybody for anyone, but it wasn’t his case, he loved you too much and he was going to kill your bullies for you, it felt as if it was an obligation he had you. And plus, it wasn’t like it was his first time killing someone for you.

He went to sleep feeling rage, he wanted to talk to you about it first before taking action.

You woke up, feeling good but tired. Riki as more silent thank usual, and he looked concerned for reasons unknown to you at the moment. It was when you both finished eating breakfast that you decided to ask him what was up.

“Tell me, are you being bullied?” He asked, concern and worry oozing out of him. You were taken aback. How did he find out? But it didn’t take you long before realising that he probably found your journal and read what was inside.

“Did you.. Read my journal?” You asked feeling worried about what would happen with your bullies but still relieved that it wasn’t completely a secret anymore. He nodded, he reassured you and comforted you, he told you that he’ll always be by your side no matter what.

“Don’t worry about those bullies anymore, I will take care of them and you will ever have to worry about them anymore.” He said those words to you as you were crying out of relief.

You both went to school, and you were hopeful that soon, your hell was going to end.

Riki didn’t pay much attention to class, he instead scribbled plans to get rid of your bullies quickly and effectively without any trace left. By the end of the day he came up with a superb plan to get rid of them. He chose to invite them over to his house, they probably wouldn’t refuse as Riki was quite popular and from there, they’ll take a night walk and kill them in a near alley that he frequently used to kill other people.

As soon as the bell for lunch rang, he made his way onto your bullies before they could reach you and invited them over after school. They happily accepted, and he went on his day until it was finally time for him to go home. He brought them over to his home and he took them on a walk as planned. He cornered them in the dark and secluded alley before talking.

“So why did you think it was a good idea to bully my girlfriend, huh?” His eyes darkening as he spoke.

“Well I hope you regret ever laying your eyes on them, because even if you didn’t, I’m going to make you.” He chuckled before shooting them both in the head and in the chest. He always chose this specific place because there was a working incinerator that was previously used by an abandoned factory. He used it to burn the bodies, and so he did exactly just that, before going home happily.

3 days later, Riki happily skipped over to you, he announced that your bullies were now gone forever. You were happy not understanding how they were gone. You went to your class, and your happiness was quickly shut down when you heard that Joochan and Heeyoung were reported missing. You were now worried. How did Riki find out before anyone else? When school ended, you went and asked the questions that you had to Riki.

“How did you know that they were gone, forever?!” You asked worried, thinking about the worse.

“Don’t worry about it” He assured you, he didn’t feel remorse whatsoever, he felt as if what he did was necessary and you should feel thankful, but he knew that you might find it weird at first so he tried to keep it to himself a little.

“Did you kill them or something?” You joke with still an ounce of worry present in your voice.

“Well yeah, but it’s because they were bothering you” He said casually. You were bewildered by his confession.

“Whatー You did what? Are you serious?” You asked chuckling but getting seriously scared.

“I’m serious. I killed them 3 days ago, the next day I found out I took action. Now they won’t be here to bother you anymore!” He seemed so proud and happy, but you were absolutely mortified and you wanted to run away and tell the police. But you knew that it wasn’t a good idea, you knew he killed two people, what if he killed other people in the past? What if he killed you? He was crazy and it was better for you to accept whatever he was going say before doing anything risky. But Riki wasn’t dumb, he saw your face and knew what you were thinking about.

“I know what you’re thinking about. But just so you know, you better not tell anyone or do anything about it. It’s better for the both of us.” He came closer to you and hugged you.

“And plus, you should be grateful. I did it because I love you.”

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2jaeh · 3 years

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other groups

GOLDEN CHILD

baby you are | joochan fluff

day dream | bomin fluff, suggestive

milky way | youngtaek fluff, angst

SOLOISTS

cigarette | woodz fluff, angst

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multiwendi · 3 years

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[09:15 a.m]

The mornings when two people in love waking up next to each other are the best thing that could ever happen. Y/N had been awake for a few minutes, looking at the sleeping Joochan lovingly. His bare face was so beautiful. She ran her fingers carefully through his hair, smiling when he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, sweetie," he whispered to her.

"Good morning, Joo. Can I tell you something?" she giggled, moving closer to him.

"What?" Joochan looked at her, surprised.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Joo," she blushed, hiding her face under the blanket.

"And you are the most precious human I've ever know," he uncovered a blanket from her, smiling like an angel.

"And you're so cute when you are looking at me and smiling like an angel," she continued with her compliments.

"Can an angel kiss you?" Joochan made puppy eyes at his girlfriend, which began to blush. She kissed him instead of answering his question.

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volleyball players!golcha + a supernatural twist

so casey (@thepixelelf) came up with this brilliant idea (original blurbs here - read them they’re so fun + will help you understand what’s going on in this post) but essentially this is golcha as a volleyball team EXCEPT they all have superpowers

and no this isn’t some saving the world type shit everyone at the school just happens to have some superpower so they’re just trying to navigate the hell that is high school while dealing with powers so CHAOS

anyway please enjoy these brief blurbs and reblog if you did, and again do not forget to check out the original post here because why not it’s FUN

pairing: golden child x gender neutral!reader

wc: 11.7k (total)

genre: fluff, a bit of angst in some parts, volleyball!au, superpowers!au

triggers: cursing

Volleyball!au Masterlist (casey + lina) | Golden Child Masterlist

daeyeol - golden tongue

daeyeol has a golden tongue which basically means he can be very, very persuasive with his spoken words when he wants to

like casey said it comes in handy when he’s arguing with the basketball team for gym time but in 99% of other situations daeyeol tends to... be very awkward and stilted in a way that isn’t characteristic of those with a golden tongue

the boys sometimes tease him about it because a tongue-tied golden tongue? that’s not supposed to exist

but he’s just afraid of accidentally manipulating people even though he really does have a pretty good grasp on his power :/ like sungyoon will try to remind him that but daeyeol’s still wary

on the court though he literally just exudes confidence. like daeyeol is GOOD at volleyball and he knows it

even if his teammates clown him they listen to him when he’s running drills/coaching because daeyeol knows his shit. he’s been playing volleyball for years at this point AND has an older brother who played as well he knows what he’s doing

he’s been playing the longest of all of golcha and it shows in games! he’s one of the best players if not the best

really the other boys do look up to him even if they show it in a roundabout way

(daeyeol complains about the lack of respect all the time but tbh he doesn’t really help his case when he’s soft for every single one of the boys)

side note: he has a bit of a special bond with bomin :) as in bomin clowns the everloving fuck out of him but he also always goes to daeyeol if he’s not feeling good and daeyeol is always there to listen it’s super sweet

(more on that in bomin’s part :D)

does interviews with the school newspaper after games and he’s just so different from normal because volleyball is one of the things besides academics and stuff that he’s confident in

as a side note he got voted most boyfriend material in one of the school newspaper polls because he looks perfect and is the sweetest (have you seen how he gets so soft with the boys in every video online? don’t argue with me) and it made its way into the yearbook

older brother and alumnus sungyeol clowns him every other day for it

daeyeol gets revenge by reenacting sungyeol’s worst volleyball fails and sending them to his friends

has a whole folder on his phone of reenactments at this point

anyway like i said daeyeol is a little awkward in everyday situations so enter you: confrontational + rash with a sharper tongue than is probably necessary and an affinity for changing temperatures

well. more like you can ratchet the temperature up at will. bringing it down is much harder

it’s useful when it’s winter and everyone’s freezing but the temperature also likes to creep higher when you get pissed off which is sometimes not nice when it’s like negative degrees outside and inside it’s like 100

the only way to cool the room when the second thing happens is to calm you the fuck down! or turn on the air conditioner

and the first is easier said than done

it’s not like it’s only unpleasant for other people though bc you’re not immune to the heat and also because you’re the one like. producing the heat?? your skin gets boiling hot to the touch if you’re upset enough and several times people have gotten fucking burns by touching your arm to try and calm you down

usually it’s fine bc you have a good grasp on your power when you’re calm but if someone says something offensive/stupid.... god help them

anyway even though daeyeol doesn’t like to use his power much he’s still one of the people that others go to when situations need defusing because they (mostly) respect him as an older and more mature person (i say mostly because the amount of disrespect he gets from his volleyball team on the daily... yeah let’s just trend #prayfordaeyeol)

and that’s how you meet! you’re yelling at someone for saying something fucking stupid and daeyeol walks in right when you’re threatening to hit said person if they don't shut up rn

daeyeol manages to calm the situation but not before everyone stupid enough to still be in the room is sweating buckets including him

this just... continues

like daeyeol becomes the go to for situations involving you specifically bc you respond better to him for some reason

and you get to know each other just from daeyeol walking in on you threatening to throw someone out of the window and saying no! nope :) no you’re not throwing anyone out of any window :) come on y/n let’s go :) while subtly dragging you out of the room

the thing is he listens to you. he actually listens to why you got pissed instead of just telling you to control your anger. like he does emphasize the fact that you need to control yourself because what if this happens around people without powers? but he listens and that helps more than anything really and you actually start getting better at controlling yourself

and somewhere along the way things just click between you two and you become friends. you like him bc he’s v kind if awkward and he’s the only person who’s never tried to calm you using golden tongue manipulation and he likes you bc you’re so outspoken and bold

then one day you get genuinely so upset about something someone said and daeyeol doesn’t care about your blistering hot skin he doesn’t care if you’re raising the temperature in the room he doesn’t even care if he gets burnt he just kisses you on the forehead softly and holds you close even as you’re overheating

which just drains the fight out of you and you kind of collapse on him and stay like that for a while

he then takes you out for cold drinks (because you’re still overheating a little) and kisses you over an iced americano and boom relationship

the other boys find you very fun to be around and marvel over your relationship bc you’re confident and loud meanwhile daeyeol is a bumbling mess when he isn’t using his power or he isn’t on the court

but it works ok it just does. don’t question it

(jangjun does once and even with his super strength he ended up lying on the court bc the element of surprise is the only thing that can really get him)

(and lucky for you you know exactly how to take advantage of that <3)

(daeyeol just thinks it’s hot + impressive and kisses you right after)

(bomin + 99 line gag but you threaten to give them the same treatment and they shut up)

sungyoon - telekinesis

so as casey said sungyoon comes from a long line of telekinetics except he’s not entirely sure why he’s even at this school because... he has never shown any manifestations of this power

not to his knowledge at least

i say this bc people have seen stuff twitch when sungyoon’s around, he just never notices and thus concludes that either people are fucking around with him and it never happened or it was just a coincidence

anyway he doesn’t really care much, like sure he sometimes gets insecure/unsure of himself in a school full of kids with superpowers

but like i said this school is just a safe haven for those born with powers, they’re not training or anything they just learn to control what they have

and since sungyoon doesn’t have much to control he’s doing fine as far as everyone is really concerned

it’s also kind of nice being the only normal one on the volleyball team like everyone else has wack-ass powers that fuck shit up but sungyoon is like the calm in the middle of the storm like hi yes i am also part of this team of idiots but at least i don’t break equipment or injure people inadvertently

for this reason some people think sungyoon is the only sane person on the team

they are wrong

sungyoon can and will go batshit insane at the first opportunity

he is also a massive tease and if anyone asks him to do anything he’ll make it a back and forth for like 5 minutes before deciding whether or not to actually do it

bomin: sungyoon can you help me get the mats

sungyoon: why

bomin: p l e a s e

repeat for at least five minutes and you now have a regular day to day conversation with sungyoon

but sungyoon really is passionate about volleyball okay, like he loves the sport so much

he used to get worked up about it so much that he’d over-practice and actually play worse :/

got over that with joochan/daeyeol’s help (he and daeyeol weren’t on good terms for a week or two though) and now they’re one happy dysfunctional family :)

if you bring up that time in sungyoon’s life you will be subjected to his death glare so maybe just... don’t

like even jangjun doesn’t talk about it and that’s saying something

anyway moving on

in terms of powers you’re the opposite of sungyoon. aka you have wack-ass telekinesis and you have no idea how to control it

which?? somehow sungyoon comes in handy with this

because despite not really having powers himself, he watched his sister learn to control her abilities and also listened in on his parents’ advice to her because most of the time controlling powers really just amounts to controlling emotions

aka why sungyoon is (for the most part) so calm and mature

when he’s not purposely being a little shit to golcha of course

but you and sungyoon are kinda... at a loss bc it’s not like you go absolutely off the walls batshit insane?? like you’re a relatively calm person and even though the powers do manifest when you’re feeling a strong emotional upsurge

other than that they’re just... seemingly random???

regardless of that sungyoon makes you start on breathing exercises n shit and you would honestly probably complain if you weren’t sick of your powers manifesting every five fucking seconds. like at this point you’ll try anything

cue long sessions after school in the gym of sungyoon practicing spikes while you sit in the corner controlling your breath to the beat of balls bouncing on the floor

sometimes a few of the other team members join in but more often than not it’s just you and sungyoon

as time passes, in between cleaning scuff marks off the floor and picking up balls that just have flown everywhere, you and sungyoon get closer

and somehow... you don’t know exactly what happened but your powers aren’t so out of wack anymore

sungyoon can’t completely explain it either but like? neither of you is going to complain

you kind of think it might have something to do with how sungyoon is just a calming presence. like when you talk with him and stuff you’re less likely to inadvertently make something move or whatever

it’s not just with sungyoon too - it kind of seems like if you’re focusing intently on something, then the mini episodes don’t happen

sungyoon hypothesizes you might be a little like youngtaek as in you need something to concentrate on because if you zone out shit happens

you maybe zone out less than he does but maybe it’s a more subtle thing with you than with him who knows

anyway

one day you two go to get coffee after leaving the gym together and sungyoon looks weirdly nervous and you ask if something’s up while praying you don’t send all the sugar packets flying everywhere

and then when you leave with your coffee he asks you out

like really. he asks you out. you can’t believe it

so the lid flies off your coffee cup and liquid splashes everywhere

now you have burns all over your hands from hot coffee and sungyoon is freaking the fuck out and luckily donghyun was just leaving school so he gets called over to take care of your burns

anyway after that sungyoon is still a flustered mess and you’re trying to tell him you’re fine, look all the redness is gone and also yeah sorry about that i’d love to go on a date with you

CUE SUNGYOON’S COFFEE CUP FLYING OUT OF HIS HANDS AND SPLATTERING ALL OVER THE GROUND

you swear it wasn’t you and sungyoon KNOWS he didn’t just drop it so the only conclusion left is that sungyoon did it

oh my god he actually has telekinesis!

(the rest of golcha: yeah let’s just pretend we HAVEN’T been saying this for literal years)

anyway let’s just say that between sungyoon confessing + figuring out he actually has telekinesis powers it was a very eventful day

golcha loves you but is also wary of whenever you’re around bc sungyoon tends to get v nervous and maybe the net starts lifting out of the ground if you surprise him with a kiss

but it’s fine! you’ve learned all of the techniques sungyoon taught you, now it’s just time for him to get a taste of that too :)

and sungyoon would probably bitch and moan if it was with any other person but it’s more time to spend with you so is he really gonna complain?

no <3

jangjun - super strength

ah yes. resident ‘i’m doing my best to control my powers but sometimes i get too excited and whoops now there’s a hole in the gym floor’

once again credits to casey for that idea (she actually wrote a drabble for it which you can find here)

he’s gotten better at controlling his powers but uh sometimes excitement gets the better of him all right

look he’s trying!! ok!! he really is

especially when it comes to volleyball - he’s really serious, does his absolute best not to cause any damage to the gym because one time he cracked the wood floors and let’s just say admin was not happy

worst day of jangjun’s life trying to explain that shit to the principal

so yeah he’s doing a lot better now with controlling his power

but at the same time let’s not ignore half the reason why there are far fewer accidents than before - you

you and jangjun meet like halfway through your first year of school during gym class when jangjun hits a ball a little (a lot) too hard and it ends up knocking you the fuck out

a healed concussion + a million apologies later, you and jangjun are laughing your heads off in the clinic with the nurse screwing her eyes up in confusion like?? this boy just smashed a volleyball into your head and now you’re laughing with him wtf

but jangjun’s so funny and friendly that it’s hard not to become his friend so after that you two are essentially inseparable

so when jangjun decides to play for the volleyball team you sign up to be team manager

(you also help him practice and do you best to keep his power in check)

which works out! because you’re responsible and organized but most importantly you have power over air

and given enough warning (which, as you gain more experience, doesn’t have to be a lot), you can manipulate the air to stop some of jangjun’s more aggressive serves from hitting the ground too fast and causing major damage to the newly-renovated floors

daeyeol + the coach thank every higher being for your existence at each practice

youngtaek + joochan started a cult in your name after you saved both of them from one of jangjun’s spikes hitting them in the head

yeah let’s just say golcha is v thankful jangjun gave you that concussion back in first year

ANYWAY

one day you’re picking up some volleyballs that are lying around while the boys play a practice match in the middle of the gym

and because your back is to the fucking court. you don’t get any warning except a few sharp screams before a ball just motherfucking smashes against the back of your head and knocks you the fuck out for the second time in your life

you come to on the ground with donghyun passing his hands over your throbbing head

and the first thing you do when the pain is gone is look up and ask where jangjun is

half the team has disappeared from the gym but donghyun tells you he had a major mental breakdown when he saw you unconscious on the floor and just ran out. the others are already trying to find him but you don’t care you just run out to try and find wherever the fuck your best friend is

you find him crouched in the corner of a stairwell with his head in his hands and you’re like jangjun what’s wrong oh my god are you okay?

and he just looks up like oh my god you’re okay. you’re okay right?

you nod like yeah?? donghyun worked his magic of course i’m fine now but what’s up with you? were you crying?

he just clams up then which obviously confirms your suspicions and you’re like dude... why were you crying. i’m really fine

and then he explodes like - i fucking hate my power sometimes i hate that i can’t control it i hate that i accidentally break people or hurt people when i don’t mean to and it’s even worse when it’s people I care about like fuck y/n why can’t i just have a power that doesn’t cause all this stupid shit -

so you just lash out with a gust of wind and shake the railing on the stairwell

jangjun’s like why did you do that

and you say every power has a destructive side. i can hurt people on accident. if i got really riled up i could slam someone against a wall and knock them out the same way you did with me. it’s happened before

jangjun flinches but you just step closer like jangjun. you’re doing fine. your power is cool as fuck. i admire the control you have over it and no don’t argue, i’ve watched you over the past few years and do you know how much you’ve improved?

it ends up with you hugging jangjun and despite all his muscle he just collapses like a rag doll in your arms and on impulse you kiss his forehead like it’s ok, i’m fine, you’re fine. we’re all fine

and that little impulse kiss changes everything. even though neither of you really says anything explicit at first, something shifts between you and even though jangjun was touchy before, now you hold hands between classes and hug before practice and golcha is just like... /eyes emoji/

jangjun brings it up one weekend when you two are trying (key word: trying) to study and you just kind of shrug and ask what do you really want to be? labels or nah? bc honestly you’re happy as long as he’s around

which makes jangjun’s heart flutter and maybe the pen in his hand explodes all over his notes (not like they were legible anyway, you just promise to lend him yours) and voila! you’re dating

it’s super cute but also super loud

like jangjun will yell across the court like HEY WATCH ME ROLL AROUND ON THIS VOLLEYBALL Y/N (or whatever the fuck he was doing in the breathe mv behind) and you yell back like FUCK IT U P JANGJUN!!!

coach maybe praises your existence a little less now but daeyeol just reminds him that you’ve saved every member on this team + him at least once by now and the cult revives

as your bf jangjun strong-arms (literally) youngtaek/joochan out of the way as the head of the cult now

you two are very supportive and very loud in your support

you’re essentially each other’s professional hype-people and like to celebrate with kisses while everyone else gags

it’s disgustingly cute

someone always yells something about pda and then jangjun just kisses you harder

cue the boys screaming and you laughing and an unamused (he’s amused he’s just trying not to show it) daeyeol

coach is the only one who’s really unamused but at some point he just gives up because jangstar does what he wants as long as you’re fine with it

/shrugging emoji/

youngtaek - pyrokinesis

youngtaek has power over fire but it’s not really so much that he can control fire and more like he just... zones out and oops his notes are burning

it’s usually best to keep him and daeyeol’s s/o in separate rooms because fire + ratcheting up the temperature does not equal a good time

like casey said when he’s focused it’s all cool and he has a decent measure of control over his power but when his eyes go dazed and he’s staring into the distance then you better pray the room has a bucket of water or a fire extinguisher nearby

it isn’t usually a problem because this is a school for kids with powers and youngtaek isn’t the only pyrokinetic here but it is a hassle when sometimes youngtaek zones out on the court and hits the ball and suddenly jangjun’s screaming because he got hit by a volleyball on fire and now his uniform is on fire and everything is on fire

oops

but anyway with anything that isn’t a) volleyball or b) music youngtaek has less than half the attention span of a goldfish which means he may or may not be lagging behind in several classes

and it isn’t enough for him to be in danger of failing just yet but his teachers are like youngtaek i think you might need a tutor if you want to do more than just pass the final

he also needs better grades if he wants to keep playing volleyball so he decides to find a tutor

so he asks daeyeol about it bc despite his dyslexia daeyeol is a pretty good student but he’s busy as an upperclassman and all so he refers youngtaek to you!

you have the power to memorize anything you put your mind to. like if you really wanted to you could memorize an entire map of the city or its skyline but you just don't care enough to do that

only things you care about are school + your hobbies + your friends/family

anyway you meet up with youngtaek and from the start it’s kind of a mess because he zones out in the middle of you teaching him math and somehow sets the table on fire

after that you make sure to keep a bottle of water nearby (it comes in handy several times)

but despite the slightly disastrous first meeting you take a liking to youngtaek because beyond everything he’s genuine and honest and just a really good person regardless of the fact that he’s a little fire-happy

so tutoring sessions start ending with walking each other to the bus stop or getting a drink together or whatever and it’s really nice and sweet, youngtaek’s happy to be doing better in his classes bc you’re so patient and a really good teacher

and one day he blurts out that when he heard about your power he wasn’t sure you’d be a good teacher because everything seems to come easily to you

then he covers his mouth because holy hell he wasn’t supposed to say that youngtaek come ON

you calmly put out the little fire on the side of the desk before telling him it’s fine, you get that a lot but really being able to memorize things isn’t as helpful as people seem to think

like sure you can memorize the fact that 2+2=4 but if you don’t understand addition as a concept then you won’t be able to do 5+5=10 or something like that

and you can’t exactly just memorize concepts. so with memorization comes a lot of hard work in trying to understand it all

and from this little conversation youngtaek comes out with so much more respect for you?? like god damn he now sees just how hard you work for everything you care about and youngtaek likes that. he likes it a lot

so yeah both of you have budding feelings at this point but because i'm the author i get to say you’re idiots in love so you don’t say shit

until after finals you and youngtaek go to a party daeyeol’s hosting and you both get tipsy-drunk-ish and by the end of the night youngtaek’s face is buried in your shoulder and before he passes out fully he mumbles that he likes you so much it doesn’t make sense

and you’re drunk too so all you do is kiss his forehead and fall asleep

unluckily for you a mostly sober kim donghyun got a video of all that so when you both wake up a couple hours later it’s to several still-awake members of the volleyball team + your friends all up in your faces like oh my god they’re in LOVE

youngtaek wakes up with all the noise and just blinks sleepily and you kinda pat his head and tell him to go back to sleep while giving everyone else death glares like SHUT THE FUCK UP SO HE CAN SLEEP

but you don’t know about the video >:)

so one of the sober boys ends up bringing you two home and when you wake up the next morning donghyun has added you both to a group chat and sent the video there

you scream into your pillow

youngtaek screams into his pillow

and you both proceed to do absolutely nothing about it until joochan locks the two of you in one of the music rooms and slides a copy of the song youngtaek wrote about you under the door

you get to the paper before youngtaek can burn it and it’s messy it’s awkward it’s hilarious but you two end up together by the end of the day so it worked... kinda?

your presence helps youngtaek a lot by giving him something more to focus on throughout the day and subsequently not set everything on fire

though mind reader bomin complains because he used to zero in on youngtaek’s mind when things got too much since quote unquote ‘there’s not much going on up there’ (credits to casey + fact in star) but now if youngtaek’s brain isn’t playing the music from the mii channel it’s thinking about you which isn’t ideal

youngtaek may or may not have attacked bomin after that

you may or may not have had to pull him away when bomin’s shirt started smoking

but it’s cool the smoking goes away when you kiss his forehead and youngtaek just beams like the entire sun

seungmin - foresight

like casey said seungmin has foresight and it’s anything but useful

he’ll either get glimpses of dumb unimportant shit like haha the day’s lunch includes rice or visions of stuff he can’t avoid like hey youngtaek’s going to trip on air oh oops he just did aaand now his shirt is on fire

honestly if he was going to have foresight he could at least like?? predict stocks or some shit?? why the fuck does it MATTER if youngtaek’s about to fall if seungmin can’t even help him

not like he’d help even if he could because seungmin isn’t an angel and youngtaek falling is funny but still it’s the principle of the goddamn matter

sometimes he gets glimpses of whether or not golcha will win their volleyball matches but like casey said he doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want to ruin the team spirit before the game’s even over

plus who said the future was fixed in stone? like none of seungmin’s momentary glimpses have been wrong yet but there’s always a chance... right?

seungmin isn’t going to discount that possibility yet at least

but he didn’t always think that way - you’re actually the one who opened him up to that point of view

you’re an ordinary person with no powers or anything but you work part-time at the juice bar across the street from his school and sometimes golcha will go there after practice to get something to drink

and you have a special soft spot for seungmin because he’s the first of the group who started frequenting the shop

and on that first ever visit he helped catch you when you slipped bringing a tray of drinks to a few people sitting in the corner

even though you both ended up on the floor covered in juice he still managed to break your fall enough that none of the glasses broke and while giving him his drink you kind of joked that it was like he knew what was going to happen before it did

which... is not exactly false

seungmin was waiting for his drink when he got a little glimpse of you falling and him helping catch you but then it all happened before he could even process the vision so like yeah he did see it but not soon enough to prevent anything

like usual

anyway you promise seungmin a free drink the next time he comes in when you’re on shift and so he does come in though he insists you don’t have to give him his drink for free

you just say well buy me a drink then. two for one

(listen he’s cute and he broke your fall and he seems polite. who’s gonna sue you for being a little flirty)

and so a beautiful relationship is born :)

seungmin really likes you a lot like so much?? he used to laugh at youngtaek for being so whipped for his partner but now he thinks he kind of understands it

the one thing to worry about is the fact that you don’t have powers and he does but it’s not that big of an issue really. like foresight is one of the abilities that doesn’t really manifest itself physically beyond maybe having a bit of reaction time? but considering his foresight is literally useless even that’s debatable

well actually there’s another thing to worry about: the boys finding out he has an s/o and teasing him to high hell

which they do while also demanding free drinks as seungmin’s friends

on days when you’re feeling nice you’ll do it but money always appears in the tip jar that pays for the free drinks

(it’s daeyeol. he feels bad)

anyway you don’t know about the foresight/powers thing until daeyeol calls you one night to pick seungmin up from a party one night and on the way home he stops you from almost getting run into by a speeding car

WHILE TIPSY/DRUNK

once you’ve recovered you ask him how he reacted so fast and he just kind of tipsily smiles and says ‘i saw it was going to happen’

you don’t ask him anything then because he’s drunk and sleepy so you just drive him home but the entire time you’re thinking about all the little things that have just... seemed questionable during the time you’ve known seungmin

and it’s weird as fuck but at the same time you can’t figure out any other explanation? because once is normal, twice could be a coincidence, but upwards of ten incidents is not right

it feels like you’re bella confronting edward about being a stupid vampire (no i never read twilight and i'm not sorry about it) but a couple of weeks later you ask him

he doesn’t actually remember the drive back home that night because he was kind of too wasted but he definitely does remember the other incidents including when you two met skdjghs

he spills after a few minutes of awkward silence and begs you not to tell which of course you promise to because why the fuck would you not? if the truth got leaked that would be disastrous and it’s not like you’re scared or anything, seungmin’s (mostly) harmless even if some of the other abilities like youngtaek + fire or jangjun + strength give you pause

but you get to talking about his power of foresight and seungmin kind of shrugs at one point while saying that he doesn’t know why he gets glimpses, it’s all inevitable anyway so what’s the point

and you just say maybe it isn’t that way. maybe he’s seeing one future possibility, maybe even the most likely one, but that doesn’t mean it’s the only one set in stone right?

seungmin loves you a lot for that. like so much. it’s a new perspective and it gives him more hope than he used to have and you just KNOW the conversation ends in kisses and cuddles

because while he’s not going to actively try and prevent what’s about to happen if it’s bad (like he can’t exactly influence the outcome of a volleyball match beyond just doing his best - plus, his foresight doesn’t give him enough time to really react to most things), it gives him some hope that even if his foresight says something will turn out bad, there’s a chance it might turn out well :)

anyway seungmin pocket boy you two fit right into each other when you hug which results in the other boys cooing but seungmin’s strong even if he’s small so they get a few new bruises that donghyun just refuses to heal

we love evil donghyun

you also go to their volleyball matches and seungmin trusts you enough to tell you what glimpses he got of the game but you always remind him the future may not be set in stone and regardless of what he sees you always cheer him on just as loudly

all the boys come piling into the juice bar after games and you smile and give seungmin a free drink while everyone else has to pay

they decry favoritism but you just shrug and kiss seungmin over the counter while they scream

dramatic assholes

jaehyun - gravity manipulation

so like casey said jaehyun can manipulate the gravity of objects, either send them floating up in the air or slamming down on the round

which sucks if the object in question is a volleyball and it comes pounding down on his toes when he isn’t paying attention

this happened at the first ever volleyball practice he attended and the boys (read: jibeom) have yet to let it fucking go

his husky voice doesn’t help because when he complains jibeom the boys just imitate his voice which derails the entire practice and now coach + daeyeol + team manager who’s jangjun’s s/o are all lying facedown on the ground like when will this madness end

never. the answer is never

but it’s ok jaehyun gets his revenge when they’re all practicing and he sends jibeom’s ball flying up into the air and refuses to let it come down and when he does the ball drops right on jibeom’s head and whoops look who’s got a concussion hey donghyun can you fix this

jaehyun is also one of the few occasional lifesavers (literally) besides team manager + donghyun because given enough warning, he can manipulate the gravity on one of jangjun’s maybe too strong serves and make it come down more softly than it would’ve otherwise

the problem is he isn’t super adept with his power

more experienced students will be able to manipulate gravity very subtly, but jaehyun more or less has three settings - floating, slamming down, and very occasionally something in between

which isn’t exactly ideal but jaehyun’s working on it, it’s fine, he’s not too pressed about it

anyway you’re a student at the school for students with superpowers in the next city over and you play basketball

you don’t know jaehyun but he sure as hell knows you because even though he stopped playing basketball a few years ago to focus on volleyball, he still loves the sport and he happens to think you’re one of the best players he’s ever see

also you’re really cute

jaehyun goes to every single basketball game that’s against your school just to watch you play

he doesn’t really do much other than watch because a) he’s so focused on your performance that he doesn’t register much else and b) everyone would clown him for cheering your team on skdjgskjg

also jaehyun’s just shy. like really shy you couldn’t catch him approaching you/showing interest towards you unless someone forced it out of him

which is what his lovely friends from 99 line decide to do

they obviously know about his crush like joochan was with him the first time jaehyun went to watch a basketball game against your school so he SAW the heart eyes

he took a picture and sent it to jibeom who sent it to donghyun and now it’s the profile picture for their group chat dedicated to making sure jaehyun asks you out

jaehyun has no knowledge of this group chat because he’s oblivious

anyway one day after a game they’re in the parking lot bc jaehyun’s driving this time and jaehyun is babbling about oh my god y/n was so great this time they’re literally so good at basketball holy shit?? and while he’s talking he doesn’t notice jibeom/joochan/donghyun like. subtly pushing him closer and closer to your team who’s just waiting around the bus you’ll take to get back to your school

and only when you look up does jaehyun realize he’s now close enough for you to have heard literally everything he just said in the past minute or so

cue the awkward crow noises as you and jaehyun just stare at each other

suddenly the backpack in jaehyun’s hand just drops onto his foot and if it weren’t for the steel-toed sneakers he’s gotten in the habit of wearing then he’d probably have a broken foot

as such he kind of lets out a quiet dying screech (it HURTS) and now jibeom/donghyun/joochan are dying like three feet away meanwhile your friends are screaming into their hands like Y/N IT’S A CUTE BOY YOU LIKE CUTE BOYS TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY YOU IDIOT

and when nothing happens for five seconds beyond jaehyun’s ears turning tomato red joochan steps forward and is like hello my friend here is whipped for you so if you’re comfortable would you please give him your number because he’s been dying for it since like. last year when we saw you play for the first time

jaehyun nearly launches himself at joochan like SHUT UP DUDE but then you’re handing over your phone while looking away because fuck jaehyun’s really cute and you wouldn’t mind getting to know him okay??

(who wouldn’t though that’s the real question)

anyway the two cities aren’t too big so it’s not that hard for you and jaehyun to meet up for coffee at some point (which jaehyun surprisingly gets the courage to initiate - he reasons it as he’s the one who was interested first so he kind of has to be the one to do it but that doesn’t mean he’s screaming throughout the entire text conversation) and after a semi-awkward first interaction you two surprisingly hit it off and after a few weeks you’re dating

you’re the ultimate athletic couple like jaehyun does volleyball and you do basketball and sometimes you play each other in the park or jaehyun starts teaching you how to play volleyball and it’s really cute

over the summer your friend group + golcha goes to the beach to hang out and jaehyun sees firsthand how much you’ve improved at volleyball

i didn’t mention it earlier but your power is water manipulation which not only comes in handy with putting out youngtaek’s inadvertent flames but also is very useful in splashing your friends + golcha all at once at the beach when no one else is looking

of course everyone just piles on you and sends you flailing into the ocean and maybe you choke on seawater because you’re laughing so hard but jaehyun pulls you out and your first kiss tastes like salty ocean and even with the rest of your friends + golcha screaming it’s perfect

water manipulation also helps when they dump you both into the ocean and you just kinda make a bubble where it’s deep enough and kiss jaehyun there (yeah pjo the last olympian vibes deal with it)

daeyeol gets worried when you don’t come up and then you surface a second later in his face and he screams it’s glorious

you use your power to strip away your sweat after basketball practice and jaehyun begs you to do it for him too after volleyball practice when you’re there which of course you do because you’re a nice s/o

when he gets a little better at the subtleties of his power jaehyun likes to lift you up using his gravity manipulation and spin you around it’s really cute

you show up to jaehyun’s volleyball games against your school to cheer him on despite the fact that one of your friends is on your school’s volleyball team skdjgshkd (and maybe jaehyun accidentally drops the volleyball HARD on his foot the first time you scream his name)

jaehyun starts doing the same when it comes to your basketball games he is no longer shy about screaming your name from his school’s side of the bleachers :)

his friends call him a traitor but jaehyun doesn’t really care because he’s the one who gets to kiss you after your games so who’s the real winner here?

him obviously

jibeom - invisibility

casey i think this blurb was my favorite, it’s so fucking funny and literally so jibeom

so like casey said jibeom can turn invisible which is really fun for him and a nightmare for everyone else because he’ll just sneak up on people and be like BOO

if you have a weak heart you better stay vigilant

but there are also issues because like casey came up with sometimes jibeom accidentally turns invisible during a fucking game and gets confused as to why no one’s serving to him until one of his teammates or the coach on the sidelines notices he’s gone and is like JIBEOM YOU’RE FUCKING INVISIBLE

it’s fine the school only ever plays sports against other supernatural schools to avoid spreading the secret about superpowers to regular humans so people are used to this kind of shit but it’s embarrassing for jibeom skdjgshjg

he’ll try to put his ability to his advantage by turning invisible when he’s supposed to be running laps/doing drills and hoping daeyeol/coach/team manager don’t notice

at this point though they always do and then it’s another five laps/set of drills for him

big sad

anyway jibeom’s just living his invisible life you know being a little shit with everyone

mocking jaehyun’s voice and turning invisible when jaehyun tries to swipe at him

sneaking up behind his friends and scaring them even if it means he gets decked in the face (that’s one thing he won’t repeat with jangjun. like the dude doesn’t get scared easily but if he gets startled... the super strength is not a blessing for jibeom if he doesn’t move fast enough)

and then you transfer to the school

so you used to go to the school jaehyun’s parter goes to but your family moved or smth so now you’re here and jaehyun’s the only person you even vaguely know so you kinda stick around and become friends

and of course jaehyun introduces you to the rest of golcha

now jibeom is in the gym. invisible okay. waiting for jaehyun to show up so he can do his daily scare-jaehyun-because-i’m-a-little-shit routine

then you walk into the gym with jaehyun and the first thing you fucking say is there are thirteen people in this room (10 golcha members + you + team manager + coach) but i only see twelve so who’s the invisible one walking up right behind jaehyun

jaehyun fucking screams, a whole crate of volleyballs goes tumbling to the floor because gravity manipulation + jaehyun getting scared go hand in hand, everything is in chaos, youngtaek+joochan+jangjun are crying of laughter at jaehyun’s reaction, and jibeom is now standing visible behind jaehyun wide-eyed and surprised because how the fuck did you know

turns out your power is being able to sense/locate invisible things including invisible jibeoms so the rest of golcha + manager + coach think you’re a lifesaver because finally someone can find jibeom whenever he disappears

wrong

like yeah if jibeom has disappeared in the middle of practice you’ll yell and be like KIM JIBEOM GET YOUR ASS OUT AND PRACTICE YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT

is it a surprise that you and daeyeol’s partner hit it off in less than five seconds

but if jibeom’s disappearing just to be a little shit you’ll purposely point people in the wrong direction like you’ll reassure youngtaek that oh no jibeom’s over there trying to scare seungmin and then jibeom appears right behind youngtaek and now both of you are cackling on the floor and youngtaek is about to set your backpacks on fire

you may have joined the school late but now you are an honorary 99 line member regardless of what year you were actually born in i don’t care they don’t care they’re just happy to have another ball of chaos to join their ranks

coach considers banning you from the gym but daeyeol reminds him that if he wants to ban you he’ll have to ban everyone else who comes in to visit and cause chaos aka his partner and you know daeyeol needs his hugs before practice so that isn’t going to happen

so you get to stay

most of the time it’s fine like you just sit in the bleachers and do homework while occasionally yelling at jibeom or other slackers, it’s only really during breaks that you act up

so anyway even though you’re an honorary 99 line member you spend most of your time with jibeom pulling dumb tricks or being unintentionally funny as fuck

therefore it is only logical that the rest of 99 line starts pushing you two together

fucking meddling brats

they do all the normal stupid shit like announcing outings to malls and ditching you two alone, deciding to go to the movies and ditching you two alone, you see the idea

look they’ve got pea brains they can’t come up with much

but get this: you and jibeom are already dating

yeah. you both started fucking dating a few months after meeting because you were both having a late night study session at your house and your tongues were loose with exhaustion and you may or may not have said some stuff you weren’t planning to

you almost kissed but then you were like it’s almost midnight and we haven’t brushed our teeth so maybe not tonight

it’s fine jibeom got a kiss the next day (the whole day he acted like he wasn’t waiting for it at all and you teased him for that before finally leaning in)

you haven’t kept your relationship secret out of shame or embarrassment or anything you both just kinda want to see how far 99 line + rest of golcha will go to get you two together. plus it’s nice when they buy you movie theater tickets when they just plan to ditch so you don’t have to pay for the date you end up having

it’s really fucking funny the more frustrated they get so you and jibeom don’t let up until daeyeol catches you two kissing just outside the locker room after you thought everyone left (NOTHING FUCKING NASTY OKAY THIS IS A SFW PLACE AND BEYOND THAT - NO ONE HERE IS GOING TO DO A N Y T H I NG OUTSIDE A L O C K E R R O O M)

shit goes down in the volleyball group chat that night but you and jibeom are just sitting together on his couch laughing at everything

99 line definitely holds a grudge

daeyeol won’t shut up about how he needs to clean his eyes out with bleach (as if he doesn’t want to kiss his partner every five seconds jfc)

coach just despairs over the chaos you two bring

but you and jibeom don’t care :)

side note you know what’d be fun - if you don’t have the slightest fashion sense like jibeom and you two become known for wearing stripes + whatever your favorite design happens to be all the damn time

idk i just think it’d be funny to watch everyone trying to clown you but literally neither of you giving a shit

donghyun - healing

so like casey said donghyun has healing abilities

and first and foremost he would like to say he’s tired of healing the injuries these idiots get every practice

i mean he’s not going to refuse treatment for like a jammed finger or a sprained ankle because that’s normal in volleyball or even burns from youngtaek/joochan because that’s just accidentally losing control which could happen to anyone but like??? falling over because you tried to prank jangjun and he basically backhanded you out of surprise??? that’s on you jibeom

kidding kidding donghyun will heal whatever’s been set on golcha but he WILL complain about it the whole time

that’s his right ok if he has to deal with this bunch of idiots (who also don’t fucking clean up after themselves) he’s going to complain about it with his whole chest

which is not a very broad chest but donghyun can talk a Long time so that more than makes up for it

gets teased by all the other team members but they’re really grateful for him not just because of his healing abilities + affinity for cleaning but also because he really does care for them

and as much as he complains he’ll do as much healing as needed, even if it drains his energy

but there are two major cons of his abilities

1. using his power too much (like all other powers) drains him of energy, so if he heals one too many injuries at a time then he’s in danger of also passing out

it isn’t usually a problem because it’s not like golcha gets injured every five seconds but some practices are more accident prone than others

once joochan fell and broke his leg and donghyun passed out trying to heal it and ended up in the hospital too. not fun

2. he can’t use his power on himself. like if sungyoon fractures his finger donghyun can fix that no big deal but he can’t do the same to himself healing just doesn’t work that way

it is for this reason that each sports team has a designated healer who isn’t a member of the team - of course if the team has a member who is a healer that’s useful, but they need to keep their energy up + they can’t heal themselves which is a problem

anyway the last healer for the volleyball team graduated last year so you come in to take their place

you’re super nice to golcha like you heal their injuries whenever anything happens no matter how stupid it was and they start making jokes about how you’re more helpful than donghyun haha because you don’t complain/nag about everything

and like donghyun knows they’re teasing but at the same time... it kinda hurts

what makes it worse is that you’re nothing but nice to him as well? like it’d be so much easier to dislike you if you were rude

so donghyun just kinda... avoids you and doesn’t say anything about it to anyone. does his absolute best to avoid getting injured so he doesn’t have to be around you any more than necessary

and several times you try to make conversation but he just brushes you away which leaves you confused and makes donghyun feel worse but he really doesn’t know what else to do

then one bad day he jumps up but misses the ball and falls on his leg hard. like really hard and there’s pain shooting up his side but he can’t feel a break or anything so he just gets up and tries to keep playing, like practice ends in five minutes anyway he may as well continue

but you call out and say to stop practice, donghyun’s hurt

except donghyun has had a really bad day and this is just the icing on the cake so he may or may not yell at you to go away, he’s fucking fine, and when you keep pressing he just grabs his stuff and leaves

the second he gets home he collapses on the floor and just... stays there because yeah he may not have broken anything but his leg hurts like a bitch and then he starts crying

skips school the next day because he feels like absolute shit (mentally and physically) but 99 line comes to visit and they’re like so. explain what happened yesterday at practice

and donghyun is ready to get defensive but they’re more confused than anything, his outburst wasn’t like him at all and why would he yell at you? you never did anything wrong

that’s when donghyun breaks down and tells them everything about how he’s felt over the past few months with you as the new healer

it ends in a big cuddle session between four idiots and apologies and donghyun promises to apologize to you tomorrow

which he does. and surprisingly you’re really gracious about it, it makes donghyun feel worse yet again because you’re so genuine and nice and you even offer to heal his leg again because it looks like it still hurts

the teasing decreases and donghyun feels much better, he also stops brushing you off and actually begins hanging out with you a little outside of school/practice

and while working late on a group project for history (your other group mates ditched you two and donghyun is still seething over it) he realizes that this has evolved into a stupid crush

said crush is only compounded when you tell the teacher half of your group did absolutely nothing without donghyun having to say anything

but of course since donghyun 1. is an idiot and 2. pretended to hate you for several long months he doesn’t say anything

until you fucking ask him to the end of the year dance. you ask him to the dance and donghyun thinks joochan has given him electric shock because his brain definitely has to be malfunctioning

after five solid seconds of short-circuiting he nods like an idiot and haha you’re going to the dance together

golcha boys won’t shut the fuck up about how cute it is or whatever

donghyun blushes red while you just smile serenely and promise not to heal their injuries for the next week so they better avoid getting hurt

yeah donghyun is definitely in love with you

you’re probably a more low-key couple, you enjoy study dates or quiet activities more than like. amusement parks or whatever kind of shit joochan/jangjun subject their partners to

you might kiss in public if the moment feels right but more often than not the only real pda you show is holding hands which makes golcha coo

donghyun would rather hug you sweetly in private without worrying about his teammates trying to ruin the moment anyway

you agree but then proceed to kiss his nose in front of everyone and whoops he’s a blushing mess and golcha (+ the coach) are screaming

sigh

joochan - electricity

ah yes, the ultimate question: which hurts more, electric burns or fire burns?

join the golden child volleyball team and you can experience both firsthand!

jk (not really) but between joochan and youngtaek, golcha kinda has their pick of what kinds of burns to get (other than like. rope burn or burns from sliding on the ground idk)

like casey said it’s v lucky donghyun/his partner are around to heal them because really trying to slap a volleyball with a burnt hand is not fun

most of the time though joochan’s fine, he’s just full of energy and gets staticky when excited and like casey came up with the boys will sometimes dare each other to touch his hair when it’s sticking straight up and get shocked

or if you’re a bitch like jangjun you’ll take someone’s hand and purposely place it there so they get shocked

(jangjun’s also stupid though so he gets shocked by proxy if joochan’s staticky enough)

(i mean at least it makes everyone laugh???)

(yes this was inspired by that one video where he and bomin (i think) are playing with the lie detector (or was it the jangstar episode with daeyeol?? i can’t remember) and he put his hand over bomin’s/daeyeol’s and got wrecked too)

jesus christ this is supposed to be about joochan not jangjun let’s get back on track

anyway when joochan gets worked up either out of excitement or a more negative emotion the one thing that never fails to calm him down is music

he can play several instruments and sings very well

so if it’s been a bad day or he’s feeling anxious, he’ll either go to the school music rooms of his own accord or daeyeol will notice and send him there to calm down a little before practice

which is where he finds you!

joochan’s playing the piano one day, singing n stuff and completely oblivious to you sleeping under the goddamn piano

how did you end up there? you were waiting for a friend/sibling (whichever one you choose) to finish up some after school activity so you could walk home together and you were sleepy and under the piano seemed like a decent place to nap so you set an alarm and passed out

look high school is draining so if you’re not making the best decisions by the end of the day who can blame you

and the piano is a real grand (let’s pretend the school has money shall we) so unless joochan was really looking (which he wasn’t), he wouldn’t have noticed you at the back

joochan’s there for a couple hours playing peacefully

AND THEN YOUR ALARM FUCKING RINGS

joochan screams and falls off the stool

you shoot up and hit your head on the bottom of the piano

for a moment you two just groan in pain and then you look at each other and are like. what the fuck

and then it’s your turn to scream

anyway you both stop screaming eventually (miraculously no one comes in) and you try to explain to joochan as best you can and he just stays silent and you’re apologizing and then he busts out laughing

and somehow both of you are laughing through the pain and even though joochan wasn’t feeling too good earlier he feels even better laughing with you

when you eventually leave you have a new number in your phone and the promise of seeing joochan tomorrow :)

first thing joochan does when you go is text the 99 line group chat and be like guys someone fell asleep under the piano while i was playing and then woke up and my butt hurts from falling off the stool out of surprise but i think i’m in love

donghyun: stop being dramatic

jibeom: yeah what’ll happen when you accidentally shock them for the first time

joochan: you guys are horrible

but it turns out jibeom is... actually a little bit right

and it’s even worse. because your power is over water

water + electricity Do Not Mix

it isn’t usually too big of a problem? because it’s not like you conjure water out of anywhere or are always soaking wet bc you need water around to manipulate it, you can’t create it yourself

so like it’s kind of fine

except for some reason you react a little worse to joochan’s electric shocks (even mild ones) primarily due to your power which isn’t fun at all

it’s not just you, water manipulators are known to have more averse reactions to electric shocks than people with other powers

but it sucks because you really like joochan and he really likes you and both of you definitely want to ask each other out but how is this going to work if just being around joochan might be a hazard to you?

and for the first time joochan just... he really hates his power

like he’s given people some small burns before on accident but they weren’t big

with you though, even if it’s a small shock you react more badly than anyone expects and joochan really fucking hates it

after several volleyball practices where joochan is really out of it, daeyeol is about to ask what’s up but surprisingly jangjun steps up and says let me handle it

because after getting together with his partner, he thinks he has an idea of what joochan’s upset about

and when he asks joochan spills everything

it’s the first time joochan has really seen jangjun serious about anything other than volleyball or his partner

so jangjun tells joochan about what his partner told him, and really knocking someone unconscious once or twice isn’t as bad (though still bad) as getting electrocuted by a stray fucking spark

but similar advice applies. all powers have a destructive side and it shouldn’t stop joochan from living, he just has to learn to control himself as best as he can. there’s nothing more he can do but that

and this gives joochan the courage to ask if you want to talk about it

i’m going to say it ends well because i’m the author and i’m not going to give joochan a sad ending (he’s joochan what the fuck how could you do that to him) but you do acknowledge what could happen if either of you loses control

which just makes you two more determined to completely master your abilities so you won’t inadvertently hurt each other

really it’s sweet. joochan is still excitable but sparks fly off of him a lot less and the few that do you take care to avoid until his hair stops sticking up with static

and you take care to keep water away from him when he’s full of electricity

when joochan kisses you for the first time your lips tingle like his electricity is bleeding into you but it’s pleasant and sweet unlike his sparks and it just makes you want to kiss him all the time

(you tell that to him and he has to take like five minutes to figure out how to breathe again)

99 line won’t stop clowning you two for how you met and jibeom shows you the text about being in love that joochan sent

legend says you can still hear jibeom’s electrocuted (not really he’s just being dramatic) screams in the gym late at night

yeah it’s cute you like bringing joochan roses bc they’re his favorite flower and joochan likes to bring you your favorite snacks and jangjun + his partner view you two like younger siblings in a way bc of the nature of your relationship

one big happy family until joochan’s hair sticks up and you have to yeet away

it’s fine though as long as you give him a kiss after he’s calmed down :)

bomin - mind reading

this one turned out so long compared to the others why

for context this was 1.7k and the others were all comfortably between 1k or 1.2k i'm gonna scream

anyway. bomin. mind reader like casey said. he’s kind of got it bad

well all mind readers do until they learn to block off their ability until they actually want to use it

which bomin is learning but he’s young and he found out his powers a little late so he doesn’t have as much experience

meaning whenever he goes to school his head kind of feels like it’s going to explode :/

it’s okay in volleyball - actually if anything it’s kind of useful

because yeah bomin is focused on the game, but he keeps a bit of his mind open to his teammates’ thoughts so he knows where to move or where to keep open and all that

and if the other team is a bunch of assholes he doesn’t stop from reading their minds a little so golcha’s ready to take them on :) small advantages

so where volleyball is concerned it’s not that big of an issue, even when the gym is full of spectators bomin can usually focus even without latching onto an empty mind because there’s so much going on in the game and he has to concentrate on that

however in uninteresting classes or when he’s just having a not good day...

luckily it’s gotten better after a year or so, like bomin can mostly filter out the world if he focuses on just one person’s thoughts

which is usually youngtaek (as casey + irl bomin came up with) because quote unquote ‘there’s not much going on up there’

yes i know i said that already in youngtaek’s part but it’s still hilarious to me and now it’s bomin’s turn so i’m saying it again. sue me

except now youngtaek has a partner about whom he thinks all the fucking time if he isn’t focusing on music/volleyball/class (though the last one is a little less frequent) so concentrating on youngtaek’s mind is now not exactly an option for bomin

no one’s mind is really empty at this point or at least not empty enough for bomin to use as a sort of safe space so he just resigns himself to having to go through all of this until he finally gets the hang of blocking off his ability

so the school year ends and daeyeol/sungyoon graduate wonderful blah blah blah long story short bomin is in all new classes with many new people and it is... a bit much

but life goes on and there’s not much bomin can do about things except work on his own power so even though he’s kinda crumbling around the edges he just smiles and bears it

and then he gets paired with you for a school project. at first it’s not anything special, just a regular project right

but then you guys decide to meet up at a cafe to work on it and it’s more crowded than either of you expected and bomin hasn’t had the greatest day so he just... stops in the middle of the cafe with this weird expression on his face because he’s just really overwhelmed

he doesn’t expect you to grab his wrist and drag him out of the cafe and into a quieter area of the street

and he really doesn’t expect you to say hey. focus on my mind, okay? my mind. focus.

but he manages to and there’s just blissful emptiness and bomin latches on like it’s his lifeline (in a way, it is) and after a few minutes he manages to get his head together

turns out you have a sibling at home who’s also a mind reader and when they were still learning to control their power you learned to empty your thoughts temporarily so they’d have a place to focus on if things got to be too much

you also have a golden tongue (that you always control carefully) but it helps calm bomin down after he says it’s fine if you use it

after that you tell him if he’s having a mini crisis he can always find you

and bomin just about cries because after daeyeol/sungyoon graduated he kind of felt like his support network at school was missing something bc as much as he clowns them (daeyeol especially) he really relied on both to talk to about his mind-reading issues

now that you’re offering to support him... it just means a lot

definitely doesn’t help that he’s had a bad day in general and his emotions are kinda fraught at this point

you don’t end up getting anything done that day, you just take bomin over to your house bc no one’s there and your family won’t mind even if he’s still there when they get home, so you just take the time to get to know each other a little when bomin feels good enough to interact

he apologizes a lot for nothing getting done but you just hit him and tell him to shut up, it’s not his fault and you still have a couple weeks to work on it so it’s fine

you guys work on the project and it goes well in the end but even after that you and bomin still stay in contact

since you have a sibling who went through the same stuff bomin did, you have some tips to share about blocking out other minds even if your power isn’t the same

plus your golden tongue is really useful in calming bomin during the moments he needs it. you always make sure to get his permission to use it before you do though

when bomin asks about it you say it’s because of consent and stuff and if you don’t get permission it feels more like manipulation than helping?

to him the similarities between you and daeyeol on that end are uncanny (even if you’re less awkward sorry not sorry daeyeol) and bomin just admires you all the more for it

anyway life’s going well, you and bomin are really good friends now but maybe like halfway through the year or something bomin senses that you’re becoming a little more closed off?

like he does his best not to read your mind but sometimes he gets accidental glimpses and though they’re usually pretty free (as in you don’t care what you’re thinking about around him) he now gets less of these glimpses and when he does, your mind seems emptier than usual

and he doesn’t want to bring it up? because that equals admitting he reads your mind sometimes no matter how accidental it is and with your emphasis on consent with your power bomin isn’t sure how well you’d take it

but then you avoid him for like two weeks so bomin breaks down about it to daeyeol over the phone and yeah it’s time for you two to talk

it takes some awkward silence and prodding and really big effort on bomin’s part to not willingly see what you’re thinking but the gist of it is

you have a fat crush on bomin and you’ve been avoiding him because you don’t want him to accidentally see any of it

bomin is like... y/n what the heck i have a crush on you too why didn’t you say anything :(

anyway it’s time for big reveals i guess so bomin admits he accidentally sees into your mind every so often and he feels really bad about it but you’re super understanding bc of your sibling of course

and bomin feels kind of stupid for worrying so much he should’ve thought of that but oh no now you’re hugging him and saying sorry into his shirt so pretty much all thoughts fly out of his mind because maybe this is a little like heaven to bomin

dating you is so refreshing. he’s so happy to have someone around who completely understands like yeah there are other mind readers in the school but it’s not as common a power as others and they’ve been masters at blocking out the world for a long while that they’ve kinda forgotten about how it feels to a beginner

but you’re so sweet and understanding and bomin feels even better when he meets your sibling who teases you two of course but also serves as another pillar of support for him

it’s not just one-sided either. like even though bomin tries not read your mind without permission, he’s still good at picking up on your moods even if you’re not explicit which makes it so much easier to trust and confide in him

and even if you’re not in the mood to talk he gets that too - he won’t force you to do anything

on the occasions when even you can’t pick through your own thoughts you let bomin take a peek in and even if he can’t help in the moment it’s enough that someone else knows and understands :)

you’re so fucking cute together. like the rest of golcha coos over you. even donghyun who’s the most low-key with his partner jfc

daeyeol and sungyoon come back from university to visit and bomin’s like. we’ve got to hide

you: why

bomin: just trust me

long story short you do not (you: they’re your former teammates and friends! how bad can it be?) and uh by the end of the day maybe you’ve had enough teasing about you/bomin for the rest of your life

but when he’s not teasing you do hit it off with daeyeol bc of the same powers thing and secretly bomin’s really happy that two of the people he treasures the most get along so well

yeah you and bomin are just super cute and rely on each other a lot in a healthy way and you’re always there for each other

everyone wishes they had as nice a relationship as you two :)

you: you shouldn’t. bomin teases me every five fucking seconds about something i did like three months ago

bomin: and yet you love me :)

you: debatable

bomin :|

(it’s ok you kiss him later and he gets smiley again which you delight in seeing even if he does go back to teasing you five seconds later)

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for the team coach he needs some support dealing with all these brats)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

(Y/N)

With a huff, I lugged another box up the metal staircase, trying my best to keep my balance. It wasn't particularly heavy, just precarious.

I was moving out of my small apartment smackdab in the middle of Seoul to a slightly less small (yet significantly cheaper) apartment on the outskirts of it.

I'd be farther away from my work and my friends, but they graciously assured me that they wouldn't ditch me, and my wallet was thanking me big time, so I guess it's not so bad.

It did weigh on me that I wouldn't be able to hang out with Joochan and Bomin as much as I usually did, but if I was being completely honest... It'd been months since I'd seen them in person anyway.

Life had gotten busy for them, and for me too. I was just grateful for the fact that we weren't the type of friends to let distance make us lose touch.

In fact, we'd started texting each other more now than ever before. Probably 'cause we missed each other.

After getting to the top of the steps (thank you, third floor), I fumbled with the keys in my pocket, propping my box of knickknacks on my hip.

As soon as I opened the door, I was met with the unpleasant scent of dried cat urine, but after some clean up and an hour or two of open windows, I hoped that'd go away.

That doesn't mean I didn't gag, though. How did the previous owner live in this pigsty?

I shook my head, forcing the thought away. "You're living here from now on," I mumbled to myself. "Time to man up and get your hands dirty."

I took a deep breath, letting myself take the first official step through my doorway. The space was dinky and quite literally smelled like piss, but it was mine, and that made me proud.

I took a quick look around. The chipped walls begged for a paint job, but the hardwood floors were solid, and all the natural light that steamed in through the windows was a plus. Bonus of living on the very edge of the building, I guess. You get all the windows to yourself, except on the left side.

As I went on with my journey of lugging boxes up three flights of stairs, I quickly realized two things.

1. This is gonna take forever. Going one box at a time is not beneficial.

2. Mattress? Not happenin'. Not on my own at least.

I sighed, plopping down on a box of clothes that'd been painstakingly duct-taped closed, trying it's very best not to burst at the seams. I dabbed the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve.

As if my fingers had a mind of their own, they dug my phone out of my back pocket, pulling up a group chat of unimaginable lengths.

I don't think I'd ever be able to scroll to the top, even if I tried. Of course, I'd never be bored on the journey either. The three of us together? Our sense of humor was immaculate.

Now, on the one hand... I don't need them. I'm perfectly capable of bringing up the last few boxes, and as far as the mattress goes, I could use it as a bonding experience with my new neighbors.

On the other hand... That would include talking to strangers. I.e—people I don't know. I.e—a perfect way to ignite my social anxiety and ruin my evening.

"Don't you dare call them," it scolded me. "They have enough on their plate as is—they don't need your goddamn baggage on top of that."

I tapped my foot nervously. "Just call 'em over," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

I could've sworn a little devil version of myself popping up on my left shoulder, an amalgamation of all my negative thoughts and pessimism.

I gasped, furrowing my brows. "Whoa! Language!" I huffed. "Can you chill?"

One may think that it's strange to have a conversation with yourself... And it is. It definitely is, but nevertheless, it helps me work out my issues.

Rule is: don't knock it till you try it.

Another voice edged its way into the conversation. "They'd never be upset with you for asking, y'know."

Ah, finally! My optimism and positive outlook! I was wondering where that had run off to.

"They're nice people, and asking them to help out would make them feel useful," it mentioned. Well... I mentioned. "Besides, they're your friends! They'd be happy to hear from you."

The positive and negative voices went back and forth for a few minutes, stating their cases and trying their best to encourage and deter me in turn.

In the end, I just threw my hands up, giving them a polite invitation to shut up. I looked down at my phone. "Eh, screw it," I muttered, tapping the 'compose text' bar with a vengeance.

(Y/N): Hey, guys! It's movin' day for me.

(Y/N): You're totally not obligated, but are either of you free to help me move in? I know it's kinda short notice.

I waited around for maybe four minutes, tapping my foot along to the rhythm of a wall clock that the previous renters had left behind.

My phone buzzed with one notification, quickly followed by two others.

Joochan: Just my luck, ain't it?

Joochan: I have practice today :/

Bomin: Sorry, (Y/N) :( I'm filming today. I'm on sight right now, actually.

I nodded, a little bit disappointed, but I understood their situation well enough. Daeyeol was probably glaring at Joochan, and Bomin was probably getting chewed out by his director for being on his phone.

Just as I started typing out a general 'it's okay, don't worry about it', two messages popped up almost simultaneously.

Though the wording differed slightly between them, the basic summary was, "I'll come over after work."

Unbeknownst to myself, I smiled down at the screen. 'Knew I could count on you!' I typed out, slapping a cursory emoji on the end.

Note to self for future endeavors: Microwaves are actually pretty damn heavy.

Luckily, I'd had enough forethought to leave the door unlatched, allowing me to easily bump it open with my hip.

An unflattering yelp, three ungraceful one-footed hops and the unfortunate toppling-over of a small stack of boxes later, mission Save The Expensive Electronic ™ was a success.

But of course, that was just enough to throw me off balance. Maybe it's just the poor middle-class citizen in me talking, but the main concern wasn't my own safety—it was the microwave's.

While the messy pile of books on the floor was a shame, it was worth it to save a couple hundred bucks. After storing away the microwave in my new really-only-fit-for-a-midget kitchen, I let out a heavy sigh.

"What a mess..." I huffed out, looking disapprovingly at all the books strewn about the floor from one of the fallen boxes. At least there was nothing breakable inside.

One-by-one (with a slight desire for revenge), I started repacking the books as violently as possible. How dare they betray me like this?

I still had quite a lot of children's books, I realized. Poetry and self-help books were nice and all, but they'd never beat the childish wonder of a fantasy novel, or the nostalgic beauty of a Winnie The Pooh-esque storybook.

Gosh, I could hear the guys teasing me now—acting like I haven't seen them sobbing over Pixar movies before. They act tough now, but they don't realize I have proof.

That blackmail folder will come in handy one day, mark my words.

I spotted another book out of my peripherals. It'd slid across the floor and under the heater, leaving me to fish it out from the leftover dust bunnies.

I wiped it off with a slight shudder, because while the book was mine, the dirt was not, and that's gross.

It was a photo album with little flowers and sunshines doodled across the cover in silver and gold glitter-glue. The spine was hand-bound with multicolored yarn, slightly tattered in spots. It wasn't the prettiest thing ever, but the effort put into it was obvious.

"Choi Bomin, you goofball," I giggled to myself. He'd given it to me last year on my birthday, along with a shy blush, a refusal to accept any teasing from his members, and a heartfelt letter that I seriously considered getting framed. "Outta sight, outta mind, huh?"

After years of friendship, Bomin had gathered together all the pictures we'd taken together—and I do mean all of them. Including the blurry ones, the ugly ones, and the ones I didn't even know existed.

I found myself flipping open to the first page, back against the wall. I couldn't help but giggle at the first picture—an awkward selfie from the first time I'd ever met Joochan's members.

I was sitting at the far left side of the practice room, Joochan's arm slung around my shoulders and a tight, mildly uncomfortable smile on my face.

Bomin was on the far right side, his eyes trained on me and Joochan, ignoring the camera held by a sweaty, grinning Seungmin.

My heart ached a little seeing Jaeseok tangled up in the middle between Jaehyun and Daeyeol. I'd never gotten particularly close to him, but he was kind. He'd been good to me all the way up until his health worsened and he'd been forced to leave the group.

It was a cute scene—everyone posing weirdly (namely Jangjun), trying to make me feel more comfortable. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Sometimes, it still felt like it was.

I'd never seen him dance in person before, and I had nothing better to do, so I thought—why not? It might be fun. Little did I know, he'd left out some important details.

Joochan had scammed me, 100%. He'd invited me over to the practice room, excitedly screeching into the phone that his debut date had finally been confirmed.

"Come over right now," he'd said. "It's nowhere near done or pretty, but I wanna show you the choreo."

10 of 'em, to be exact.

"You didn't tell me I'd be meeting your members, Joochan," I'd hissed at him under my breath after arriving to a room full of sweaty dudes.

"'Cause I knew you wouldn't have come," he chuckled, a tired grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Damn right, I wouldn't have. It's so awkward!" I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know these people, Joo."

"And you never will if you never talk to them," he argued, urging me forward with a light push on the back. "Now stop being such a wuss and say hi!"

I sucked in an anxious breath. He had a point, but still... It was hard. I wasn't the kind of person that could easily slide into a conversation without feeling uncomfortable.

Maybe that was part of growing up, though. I'd always thought that maybe I was a little immature. Or at the very least—emotionally underdeveloped.

Maybe Joochan was right, and getting out of my comfort zone was the only way for me to improve myself.

Didn't make it any easier, though.

Strangely enough though, I didn't have to try at all. Before I knew it, there was a skinny boy with floppy black hair and a pretty nose standing in front of me, messing with the hem of his white tee-shirt. He looked shy.

"Hi," he stuttered out, bowing a little. "My name's Bomin. Are you Joochan's friend? He talks about you a lot." He cleared his throat, giving Joochan a look. "Like... all the time."

Joochan clicked his tongue. "It's not that much," he insisted. Still, he was smiling. "I must admit though, I'm impressed." He bumped my shoulder a bit. "Bomin actually said hi to you. He's usually pretty shy with strangers. Took him forever to warm up to me."

"Who says I've warmed up to you?" the boy joked. He met my eyes briefly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Up until that point, all I'd done was blink. This random boy who was just as nervous as I was (if not more so) had managed to calm my nerves in less than minute.

I shook my head. "Nah, don't worry about it!" I said. "You didn't make me uncomfortable at all. In fact, I feel much better since you talked to me first." I felt myself crack a smile. "You see, this loser dragged me here under false pretenses."

The boy, Bomin, smiled too—albeit a bit awkward and sheepish. "That sounds like something he'd do."

Joochan gasped. "Hey!"

I was forever grateful to Bomin for that day.

I would've dug my feet in eventually, and Joochan would've helped me, but it sure did go a lot quicker having someone approach me first.

I giggled to myself, staring fondly at the picture before me. It was hard for me to recall the times when I wasn't close to him.

Yet here it was—photographic evidence right in front of me.

I flipped through the book, appreciating the way Bomin and I started sitting closer together as each of the seasons passed. It took a while to get close to him (emotionally and physically), but it was worth it.

I quirked a brow once I got closer to the end of the album. "Do we not have any pictures of just the two of us?" I wondered aloud.

As if the universe had set out to answer my question, on the very last page, there was a picture of me and Bomin—him giving me a piggyback ride after I'd sprained my ankle like an idiot.

I had this pained smile on my face while Bomin looked like he was having the time of his life, doe eyes rounded into crescent moons, wrinkles in the corners. I could hear his laugh through the photo.

I was torn from my thoughts by a knock on the door. It was half open, giving me a clear view into the twilight that'd overtaken the sky. Nostalgia had really taken me on a trip.

"Come in!" I called, already able to tell who it was through the crack in the door. "Took ya long enough," I chuckled.

Joochan rolled his eyes playfully as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "You're lucky I came at all," he said. "I'm so tired—I thought about bailing."

I knew better than that. "Sure you did."

He took a look around the place. "Wow," he said. "This place is dump."

"For now," I said. "You're gonna help me clean it up."

"Of course I am," he sighed. His eyes turned curious. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing to the book in my lap. He slid down the wall, sitting next to me as if it were the most natural thing.

I passed the album to him. Joochan being there felt very natural to me as well. "Take a look for yourself."

He flipped to a random page, immediately erupting in giggles. "We're so tiny!"

I rolled my eyes. "That's from two years ago—we're not that tiny."

"No, dude," I sighed exasperatedly, sweat beading on my brow. "Angle it to the left!" I shouted around the side of mattress.

"Which left?" he asked. "Yours or mine?"

"It's the same left, you idiot!" With a final violent shove, we managed to push it through the doorway, both heaving a relieved sigh. "The hairdye isn't doing you any favors," I joked. "It's affecting your directional abilities."

We laid the mattress flat, smackdab in the middle of the floor, a puff of unswept dirt exploding outwards in a wave.

"Yeah, well maybe if you were better at explaining, I woulda done better," he complained. Despite his sassy tone, the smile on his face gave away the fact that he wasn't actually frustrated. "Women," he huffed.

I scoffed. "Excuse me, but men are way more difficult then women," I argued, flopping onto the mattress with a slight bounce. I patted the spot next to me. He joined me without protest.

"I'm sorry, but what planet are you living on?" he laughed, folding his arms behind his neck. "Since when are men more complicated than women?"

"Since always!" I said. "You talk about how manly and secure you are, but"—I lifted a hand, counting on my fingers—"you never share your inner feelings, you're dense as hell, most of you suffer from toxic masculinity, and you always think you need to wear the pants in the relationship and be 'the big man'."

He pouted, side-eyeing me sulkily. "I'm not like that," he muttered.

I chuckled, dropping my hand back down to my side. "Yeah, I guess you're not."

"I share my feelings with you, I like cute stuff, I hug my bros, and I rely on you when I know I'm not doing well," he said. "That refutes everything you just said."

I snorted. "Okay, I get it! Why do you feel the need to defend yourself?"

"I'm just sayin'." He propped himself up on his elbows, pointing to himself for emphasis. "I'd be an amazing boyfriend!"

"I never said you wouldn't, Joo." I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "Did you fight with your imaginary girlfriend or something? You're acting weird."

"Shut up," he huffed, flopping back down onto his back. "I'm just saying, I don't think I'm the worst option when it comes to having a mature relationship."

I playfully rolled my eyes at his antics. "I'm not sure about the 'mature' part of that sentence, but yeah. You're not the worst guy out there," I agreed.

"Exactly! Like, I'm loyal!"

I nodded. "Mhm."

"I'm reasonably handsome!"

"Totally."

"I would absolutely spoil my girl."

"Sure, sure."

"And I would just... kill to spend time with her." That sounded more sincere than his previous ramblings. I titled my head a little, examining his side profile that stared up at the ceiling.

"'Cause like... she'd be gorgeous," he continued. "And she'd be kind and funny, and she'd just get me, y'know? She'd be my best friend, no pressure, and I would adore her—"

I reached out, putting my hand over his. "Joo, stop," I said quietly. He met my eyes gingerly. "You're gonna meet a great girl, 'kay? And she's gonna love you as much as you love her. I know you have a lonely job, but you make so many people happy."

I gave him what I hoped was a comforting smile. "Someday, someone's gonna make you that happy."

He smiled at me, almost tenderly. "Y'know, you're a lot like my ideal girl," he whispered, the drowning sunlight peeking through the windows and highlighting his features.

I furrowed my brows. "Umm... Thanks," I said, not really knowing how to respond, the air turning weird and thick. "Random, but whatever—" My words were cut off, as well as my breath.

My brain could barely process the fact that my best friend just leaned in... and kissed me.

Kissed me with his chapped lips, his hair tickling my cheeks, his warm hands caressing my cheeks, and his scent filling my lungs.

It was gentle, but lingering.

I pulled myself out of my daze, pushing him off me and sitting up straight. "Dude, what the hell?" I half-shouted, wiping the kiss away as if someone would be able to see it.

His eyes widened, like he realized what he'd done. "I'm so sorry," he stuttered out. "I kinda just thought we were having a moment."

"No! We were not having 'a moment'!" My heart was beating like crazy. Sure, I'd had a crush on him back when we'd first met—it was nearly impossible not to—but I loved our friendship, and those feelings had died off a long time ago.

At least... I thought they did.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the roots and sighing deeply. At least he knows when he's screwed up. "I'm sorry," he said again, slightly less panicked. "I shouldn't have done that without asking you first."

I furrowed my brows. Shouldn't he say: 'I shouldn't have done that at all'? I opened my mouth to voice those very thoughts, but I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, like I'd been caught doing something wrong. Joochan didn't look much better, looking as caught off guard as I felt.

I stood up, clearing my throat and fixing my hair. I didn't have a good feeling about opening this door. Judging by his expression, getting sicker by the second, neither did Joochan.

I walked to the door, opening it with my best fake smile, hoping to dissuade anyone from thinking something just happened behind that slab of metal.

It didn't last long, though.

Any plans I had of keeping my cool went swan-diving out the window as soon as I saw Bomin standing there, drenched in sweat with a huge smile on his face, a bouquet of my favorite flowers in his hands.

The picture before me looked perfect for a confession—like something from a movie, or a romantic novel.

I swallowed hard.

Well, shit.

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