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haveanotherkpopblog · 1 year

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The Nutcracker Suite

Part V: The Mouse King's Castle

Pairing: Ju-ne/Koo Junhoe x You

Genre: Angst, Ballet!AU, Fluff, Regency!AU

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: N/A

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The Mouse King’s castle stood tall and proud. Towers made of polished, white marble stretched towards the sky. The walls were long and made of stone. There wasn’t much else to see from the south side of the castle. That must be why they never showed the back of castles in fairy tales. Mouse soldiers walked around the perimeter, spears clutched in their paws.

The group had ducked into the woods, making sure to stay out of the mice soldier's line of sight. They tied the horses to a tree, making sure they didn’t run off again. General Hanbin pulled out the map that the Sugar Plum Fairy had given them. He placed it down on the ground, securing it with some nearby rocks.

“Okay, the Sugar Plum Fairy said that there was a secret entrance a few yards away from the south wall. There, we’ll enter into a secret passageway hidden within the castle walls. She marked the path to take that will lead us to the north side of the castle. Somewhere there is his royal treasury. We should find the egg somewhere there.”

“Should? Are we not certain that’s where the egg is?” Y/N said.

“The Sugar Plum Fairy hasn’t ever seen the egg or inside the castle,” Lieutenant Donghyuk explained. “She did her best to try and remember what the Mouse King’s said before. She helped us the best she could.”

General Hanbin rolled the map up before returning it to his sack. He slung it over his shoulder, making sure it was secured before leading the group away from the woods. They had to back-track slightly before the general led them down a steep hillside. The Uncrossable Seas were next to the hill, its waters sloshing along the grass. Next to the hill was a curtain of vines and leaves.

The General pushed the curtain aside to reveal a dark and damp tunnel. Ju-ne took Y/N’s hand as they entered the tunnel. It was dark--dark and quiet. The only sound was the ocean outside, and their footsteps as they stepped on the soaked, moss covered ground. The air around them was thick as they continued through the tunnel.

“Be careful,” General Hanbin called back. “We should be coming up to the secret passageway soon.”

And they were. Soon the soft moss ground changed to hard stone. The air was no longer thick with moisture, but thick with dust. The ocean sounds faded into a deafening nothingness. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls--the only source of sound outside their breathing. Torches lined the walls, lighting the group’s way. Ju-ne kept a firm grip on Y/N’s hand, looking back once in a while to make sure she was still there with them.

Up ahead of them was a dead end. Lieutenant Donghyuk went to the front of the group, placing his ear against the wall. He knocked on the stones in a few different places before stepping back. Ever so carefully he pushed on one side of the wall. With a loud groan, the wall began to slowly spin, revealing the inside of the castle.

The group rushed through the entrance before the wall fell back into place, as if it had never been touched. The inside of the castle was exactly as you’d expect a castle to look. Soft carpets covered the floor under them. Priceless nicknacks were strategically placed on tables along the hallway. Paintings of kings and queens of old covered the walls. Gas lanterns gave the hallway a dim glow. The only thing missing was the servants and courtiers, but Y/N supposed the Mouse King had gotten rid of them.

“Okay, there’s two main corridors on the north side,” General Hanbin said, pulling the map from his sack. “We’ll divide into teams of two, then search for the egg. We’ll meet back here once we’ve finished searching. If none of us have found it, then we’ll have to search the entire castle. Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Excellent. Lady Y/N and the Nutcracker will take this corridor, Lieutenant Donghyuk and I will take this one.” General Hanbin put the map back in his sack before turning to the Lieutenant.

The four split up and went their separate ways. Ju-ne and Y/N went down their corridor, poking their heads into the different rooms. Most were empty bedrooms, cabinets, and bathrooms. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, turning this way and that. The doors became fewer and fewer the further they went along.

At one point there was a split in the corridor. One could either continue to go straight, or venture off towards the left. Ju-ne and Y/N stopped, looking down both hallways. They both appeared identical from a first glance. They needed to check every room they could, but going together would take too much time. The longer they remained in the castle, the more likely they were to be caught.

“You take the corridor on the left. I’ll continue straight,” Y/N said, glancing at Ju-ne briefly before she started walking. He barely caught her wrist and pulled her back to him. He stared down at her, eyes focused on her, reading her. Y/N felt her heartbeat pick up the longer he stared at her. He seemed to have that effect on her, making her sweat and heat up. In fact, it actually infuriated her how good he was at leaving her head in a blissfully fuzzy state of being.

“Absolutely not,” he finally said. He was also very good at telling her “no”. She pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest. “If something happens to you and I’m not there I--” He struggled to finish his sentence, staring at her hopelessly. “We need to stay together.” Y/N’s gaze softened slightly. She could never find it in her to be in a sour mood when those big, brown eyes were staring at her.

“I understand your concern, but if we don’t split up, we’ll be here forever. Then we shall most definitely be caught. No, we must split up. Once we’ve checked all the rooms, we’ll meet right back here. Okay?” Ju-ne looked like he wanted to argue, but one look from Y/N had him nodding his head in agreement. She smiled triumphantly before continuing, alone, down the corridor.

The longer she traveled alone, the more paranoid she began to feel. She tried not to look at the paintings that lined the walls. Every time she glanced up, it was like those black, unmoving, abysses were staring down at her. She swallowed thickly, wrapping her arms around herself. She took deep breaths, letting her mind focus on everything else.

Domestic thoughts began to take over her head. Thoughts of Sunday morning brunches, picnics in an amazing and lucious garden, reading as it poured outside, and even thoughts of children. These were thoughts she rarely had, unless she was reading a rather romantic book, but they floated around in her head nonetheless. And they all circled around one individual.

Up ahead, at the very end of the corridor, was a singular door. The corridor ended with the room. There were no other hallways to turn down or rooms to explore. Y/N’s steps seemed to slow down the closer she got to the door. Her breathing became shallow as every part of her being became hyper aware of everything around her. Only when she was right outside the door did she finally stop.

The door seemed to loom over her like a shadow. It both beckoned and cast her away. She turned around briefly, pondering if she should walk away. She shook the thought from her head. Everyone was counting on her: the Sugar Plum Fairy, Jiwon, Jinhwan, Lieutenant Donghyuk, General Hanbin, Ju-ne… Pushing her own selfish thoughts aside, she slowly turned the door knob.

The door swung open with a surprising amount of ease. It was completely dark inside--dark and quiet. Ever so slowly, Y/N stepped in, leaving the door ajar to cast some light in the room. It looked like an office of sorts. There was a long table with a chair at the end, closest to Y/N. In fact, that’s all there seemed to be in the mysterious room. She frowned, her body slumping slightly. Something felt wrong. There was something in Y/N’s mind telling her this was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out why.

Slam!

Turning around, Y/N found herself in complete darkness. She rushed back to where the door had been, but she couldn’t seem to find a door handle. Panic filled her as she tried to look around the room, yet no matter how long she stared, her eyes couldn’t seem to adjust. She began to bang on the door, calling out for help.

“They aren’t going to hear you.” Each word was drawn out unnecessarily as, ever so slowly, light began to fill the room.

She kept her face towards the wall, her spine straightening. Her hands rested flat, as her eyes remained downcast. She knew that voice. Slowly she turned around.

The Mouse King sat at the other end of the table, his small crown atop his head. His elbow rested on the arm of the chair as the magic sceptor laid on the table in front of him. He was staring at her, but his gaze almost seemed bored. As if her being here was nothing more than a dip in his day.

“Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in front of her. She sat down, keeping her eyes trained on him. Her breathing was steady, but her heart pounded in her chest. She wondered faintly if he could hear it. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. “Remarkable.”

“Excuse me?” Her voice was clear and sharp.

“Remarkable. Don’t think I forgot our last encounter. The bump on the back of my head is a constant reminder of who you are.” He winced slightly. She smirked, watching as he stood from his chair, swiping the scepter off the table. “You and I have quite a few things to discuss, Lady Y/N.”

“How do you know my name?” she inquired, standing up. They slowly began pacing around the table, eyes locked. He chuckled slightly, shaking his long head. “Do I amuse you, your Majesty?”

“Not particularly. But she does.” He waved the scepter, and an image of the Sugar Plum Fairy appeared. She was pacing the length of her room, clearly frustrated. “She still thinks that I can’t see her, as if her magic can hide her from me.” He waved and the image disappeared. He turned back towards Y/N. “As I said, you and I have quite a few things to discuss.”

“That we do,” she conceded. “For starters, that doesn’t belong to you.” She watched as he went to the nearby fireplace, using it to start a roaring fire. The flames danced across his face as a stoic look took over.

“No, it does not,” he agreed. “It belonged to the Emperor, and in his absence, it belongs to his son. Your precious nutcracker.” The Mouse King shook his head and let out a deep sigh. “You must understand, I am not the bad guy.”

“You think so? From where I’m standing, you seem to fit the role quite well,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes. I suppose she has painted the image perfectly. Evil and power-hungry. Nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else. Especially when that other person is innocent and doesn’t see what’s going on.” He turned to her, paw clenched around the scepter. “I would like to tell you a story, Lady Y/N.”

“Why should I listen to a word you say?”

“Because if you ever wish to see your nutcracker again, you’ll sit and listen.” His voice was calm, but his black eyes flashed red, causing her to take a couple steps back. Surprised, she sat down, but her eyes stayed on him and her body was rigid.

“Not too long ago, the Emperor announced that he would no longer be ruling over us, that his time as the emperor had passed. His power would be passed down to his heir, and everyone was apprehensive. The Prince was aloof and politically inept, but we couldn’t disobey the Emperor. Until the Prince was of proper age, the reigning Sugar Plum and I were to keep order amongst the empire.

“The Sugar Plum Fairy grew impatient. I tried to talk with her, to get her to see reason, but she refused. I could tell she was growing too fond of her temporary power. Maybe if I had voiced my concerns, things wouldn’t have progressed the way they did.

“I happened to be wandering the palace late one night, unable to sleep, when I noticed the Prince’s door ajar. I stepped inside to find the Sugar Plum Fairy standing over him as he laid fast asleep. I shall spare you any more details.

“I had forced her out of the palace and seized the scepter from her. What I hadn’t realized was that while I was busy holding in my concerns, she had convinced the courtiers and servants that I craved the crown myself. That being a reigning Lord hadn’t been enough for me. I, unfortunately, only cemented her words when I threw her from the palace.

“I knew that, given the chance, she’d go after the Prince. To keep him safe, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned him into a nutcracker and sent him far away, claiming he had perished. What I hadn’t expected was for him to fall into the lap of a girl. I hadn’t expected him to find you, but maybe now things can be righted.”

“What makes you think I’d believe a word you said?” Her heart was pounding in her chest as she listened to him.

“Why did you take the key from her room?”

A small gasp left her mouth as she fought the urge to reach for it. They watched each other for several minutes. There was conflict inside her. After all, what he said was completely plausible. On the other hand, as he had said himself, nothing is more convincing than taking your own traits and projecting them onto someone else.

He lifted the scepter above him, and the one thing she’d been looking for appeared on the table before her. It was a small, ornate egg, covered in gold and precious gems. Her mouth fell open as she stared at it. There it was, the one thing she needed to defeat him and return home, just within reach, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to grab it. She glanced over to him.

“Take it,” he said, waving the scepter again so the door reappeared. “Take it to Ju-ne.”

She snatched the egg off the table and ran out the door, nearly collapsing in the hallway. When she turned around, the door was gone. Her hand went to her pocket, where she could feel the outline of the key. She let out a breath, placing the egg into the pocket of her dress skirt.

She made her way through the castle, back to where she and Ju-ne agreed to meet. She waited for a few minutes, but after a while, it seemed like he wasn’t coming. Curiously she went in search of General Hanbin and Lieutenant Donghyuk, yet where everyone agreed to meet, they couldn’t be found. She nearly smacked herself in the face. Of course the Mouse King had been distracting her.

She blew out a puff of air and began her search of the castle. She went through many corridors, yet they all seemed to lead back to where she started, but even after a while she couldn’t remember where she started. Everything seemed the same and yet nothing was familiar. Paintings seemed to move and doors disappeared as soon as you turned.

She sat on the floor, bringing her knees to her chest. She had to think of something before it was too late. She scooted over to the nearby wall and pressed her ear against it. She slowly lifted her hand and began knocking various places.

Further down than where she’d been sitting, where she knocked sounded hollow. Summoning all her might, she shoved her shoulder into the wall. It swung with surprising ease and she tumbled into another area of the castle.

No more endless halls, she came to a second floor with a railing that peered down. Looking down she saw two mouse guards in front of a door. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking around. She walked along the railing until the room was below her and she could no longer see the soldiers.

What she did see was a solution. Taking a pin from her hair, she crouched down to undo the lace of her boot. She tied each end of the lace to a pole along the railing. She placed the pin in the center and aimed for a vase in the opposite room. She exhaled softly, letting the pin go. It flew, knocking the vase off the shelf and drawing the soldiers away. She ran to a nearby velvet drape and slid down it. She shook her rug burned hands and quickly stepped into the room, being sure to shut the door quietly.

Her face fell as she discovered the room was empty. Her shoulders slumped as she backed herself against the door. Fooled, once again. She wanted to shout. What was the point of placing guards in an empty room? To trick her of course. Now that she was in the room, she either had to stay or risk being caught by the guards.

She pushed herself away from the door. There had to be a way out, like in the hallways. After all, that was his game: rats in a maze. She went to walk to the other side of the room and fell backwards. She rubbed her forehead, reaching a tentative hand out.

There was an invisible wall before her, cutting the room in half. It felt like glass.She let out a mirthless laugh. She went over to grab a nearby torch and went to smash it against the wall. The wall shattered and revealed the second half of the room. Still empty, there was at least another door. Dropping the torch, she opened the door.

It revealed a set of stone stairs leading up. Picking up her skirts, she began her climb. There were no windows and the only lights came from the torches that appeared just as the light from the last one nearly disappeared. She continued to climb until she came to a second door.

She pushed it open and found General Hanbin, Lieutenant Donghyuk, and Ju-ne in the room looking miserable and angry.

“Ju-ne!” She ran to him and threw her arms around his wooden neck, nearly laughing.

“Y/N? How did you find us?” He pulled away from her slightly, mouth open. She waved his question away.

“Lady Y/N, are we glad to see you!” Lieutenant Donghyuk bowed his head, a genuine smile on his face. General Hanbin nearly nodded.

“I’m so happy to have found you all, but we can’t stay here. Any longer and I fear the Mouse King shall try something else to prolong our visit,” she said. She turned towards the door. There was no guarantee that they wouldn’t be caught. Inside the room was rope, probably used to tie them up and a window overlooking the woods at the edge of a cliff that dropped into the Uncrossable Seas. Even on a clear day, the waters looked violent.

“I can see the gears in your head turning. What is it, Y/N?” Ju-ne asked.

“How well can you swim?” she inquired, stepping away from the window.

“Irrelevant. I’m made of wood. Why do you ask?”

“I have an idea, but it’s mad.” She told them her idea, and seeing no alternative, they all reluctantly agreed.

Lieutenant Donghyuk took his elbow and smashed the window out, pushing out any spare shards as best he could. General Hanbin was the first to exit, holding fast onto the rope as Lieutenant Donghyuk followed. Both men were arguing with each other as Ju-ne pulled Y/N to the side.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I know staying here is dangerous, but at least you know you’d be… okay.” The word he wanted to say refused to leave his mouth. She smiled sweetly, placing a hand on his arm.

“If you think this has been the most terrifying part of my day, I envy you.”

“I am a nutcracker.” They smiled at one another before he stepped away to climb out the window. She followed suit and once they were all outside, they jumped.

The waters were harsh, cold, and relentless in their assault against the group. As they plunged into the black depths of the Uncrossable Seas, an unseeable force kept them down. Y/N struggled as she fought her way back to the surface. Slowly she made her way back to the surface as her lungs screamed for air.

Once she broke the surface she gasped, only to be thrown back down into the water. She resisted the urge to shout and shut her eyes. She pushed herself back to the surface and fought to keep her head above the thrashing water.

Ju-ne was nearby, on his back, as the water failed to drag him underneath. She swam towards him, throwing herself over his torso as he bobbed. He brought his hand to her back, rubbing it gently. She turned slightly, catching sight of the green military jacket. Using him as a board, she pushed them to the jacket where General Hanbin was struggling to stay afloat.

She pulled him over Ju-ne’s torso and began her search for Lieutenant Donghyuk. She couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. The longer they stayed floating, the more she worried. Unable to wait any longer, she pushed off of Ju-ne. He went to grab her, but she slipped through his grasp.

She dove into the waters, allowing the waves to push her further down. She swam out several yards, ignoring her need for oxygen, when she spotted the bright red pants. She swam towards him, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him up towards the surface. The water fought against her, but she fought back twice as hard.

Soon the pair broke the surface, gasping for air. General Hanbin maneuvered Ju-ne’s body towards them and helped her drape the Lieutenant across him. They pushed his body towards the nearby shore, where the horses were waiting for them.

“Lieutenant Donghyuk?” Y/N shook him gently, before pressing harshly onto his stomach. He began coughing up water, turning to his side as he choked. She gave his back several firm pats as he slowly regained his ability to breath. “Welcome back, Lieutenant.”

“That’s twice now you’ve saved my life.” He gave her a weak smile. His voice was hoarse from all the salt he swallowed. “Please, call me DK.”

“As you wish.”

“It’s almost nightfall,” General Hanbin called. “We’ll go a little further into the woods and make camp.” He grabbed his horse and wasted no time in marching into the woods. Ju-ne and Y/N helped DK onto his horse, then grabbed Cinnamon and Cocoa to follow the General into the woods.

As General Hanbin set up a fire for DK to rest by, Y/N took a seat on a nearby log next to Ju-ne. He was staring down at the ground. Their backs were to the others.

“It was a waste to come here. We almost died, and we didn’t get the egg.” Ju-ne let out a sigh, resting his head in his hand. She bit her lip, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the others were still occupied. She reached into the pocket of her dress and produced the golden egg. His mouth fell open as he looked at it. “How did you--”

“The Mouse King gave it to me. He knew we were coming to get it, and he knows where the Sugar Plum Fairy is. He told me a lot of things, but before we do anything else, we need to know what’s in this egg.” She pulled out the small key and placed it in his hand. “This is your birthright. Not hers.”

Ever so slowly, he put the key into the small hole and turned it until a series of clicks echoed. He opened the egg and revealed a mirror. It was simple, yet deeply profound as he stared into it.

“But, I don’t understand.”

“Can’t you see?” she said, moving to crouch in front of him. “It’s you who’s going to save us. You are your kingdom’s greatest strength. You don’t need anyone but yourself.”

“How can you be so sure? You’ve heard what everyone’s said about the prince. They believe they’re better off without me.”

“And look how well you being gone has turned out for them.” She stood up, placing her hands on her hips. She garnered the attention of General Hanbin and DK, both of whom were watching with confusion. “You are Prince Koo Junhoe. The pity party is over. We’re returning to the Safe Haven and we’re ending this war. Once and for all.”

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cchuu · 2 years

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who needs theories when we already cracked the case

#CRYGISDNFKJSDFNJSDFNSDJN #nes : teenage angst #val : its bc OF ME #STPOSDFNDSKFJNSDFKJSDNKJ #THEY'RE JUS EMO KIDS </3 #tata yells 🌷🧸

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juyeonszn · 5 months

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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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itsbeeble · 5 months

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BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU'RE INVITED!

PAIRINGS: tbz x f!reader

GENRES: smut, fluff, minimal angst, crack

WARNINGS: smut, minor angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, alcohol, swearing, more warnings to be added to the individual fics 18+ MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: Have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? If so, then these fics are just for you! Join us as we take a glimpse into the Tau Beta Zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE: The way me and Fawn have been planning this for so long omgggg. Me and Fawn are so excited to announce this collab in celebration of my 1 year on tumblr, 6 year anniversary of The Boyz, AND as just a fun little event!! I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am hehe. And please feel free to send an ask or comment on this post if you'd like to be tagged in each part!!

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

"FRIENDLY" COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you since the day he met you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

PARTY O'CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 | PT. 2)

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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2022/12/10 Las paredes del refugio guardan recuerdos de angustia, de sufrimiento, de dolor por no saber si al volver a la superficie van a estar en pié casas, negocios, escuelas, hospitales. También un recuerdo al arquitecto que los diseñó y que permitió que mucha gente sobreviviera.

The walls of the shelter keep memories of anguish, of suffering, of pain for not knowing if houses, businesses, schools, hospitals will be standing when they return to the surface. Also a memory of the architect who designed them and who allowed many people to survive.

Google translation into Italian: Le pareti del rifugio custodiscono ricordi di angoscia, di sofferenza, di dolore per non sapere se case, attività commerciali, scuole, ospedali saranno in piedi quando torneranno a galla. Anche un ricordo dell'architetto che li ha progettati e che ha permesso a molte persone di sopravvivere.

Google Translation into French: Les murs de l'abri gardent des souvenirs d'angoisse, de souffrance, de douleur de ne pas savoir si des maisons, des commerces, des écoles, des hôpitaux seront debout lorsqu'ils remonteront à la surface. Aussi un souvenir de l'architecte qui les a conçus et qui a permis à de nombreuses personnes de survivre.

Google Translation into Portuguese: As paredes do abrigo guardam lembranças da angústia, do sofrimento, da dor de não saber se casas, comércios, escolas, hospitais estarão de pé quando vierem à tona. Também uma memória do arquiteto que os projetou e que permitiu a sobrevivência de muitas pessoas.

Google Translation into Arabic: تحمل جدران الملجأ ذكريات الألم والمعاناة والألم الناتج عن عدم معرفة ما إذا كانت المنازل والشركات والمدارس والمستشفيات ستقف عندما ترتفع إلى السطح. أيضًا ذكرى المهندس المعماري الذي صممها والذي سمح للكثير من الناس بالبقاء على قيد الحياة.

Google Translation into German: Die Mauern des Schutzraums bergen Erinnerungen an Angst, an Leiden, an den Schmerz, nicht zu wissen, ob Häuser, Geschäfte, Schulen, Krankenhäuser noch stehen werden, wenn sie an die Oberfläche steigen. Auch eine Erinnerung an den Architekten, der sie entworfen und vielen Menschen das Überleben ermöglicht hat.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Muret e strehës mbajnë kujtime frike, vuajtjesh, dhimbjeje për të mos ditur nëse shtëpitë, dyqanet, shkollat, spitalet do të qëndrojnë ende në këmbë kur të dalin në sipërfaqe. Gjithashtu një kujtesë për arkitektin që e projektoi dhe u mundësoi shumë njerëzve të mbijetonin.

Google Translation into Armenian: Ապաստանի պատերը կրում են վախի, տառապանքի, չիմանալու ցավի հիշողություններ, թե արդյոք տները, խանութները, դպրոցները, հիվանդանոցները դեռ կանգուն կմնան, երբ դրանք ջրի երես դուրս գան: Նաև հիշեցում ճարտարապետի մասին, ով նախագծել է այն և շատերին հնարավորություն է տվել գոյատևել:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Стените на убежището пазят спомени за страх, за страдание, за болка от незнанието дали къщи, магазини, училища, болници ще останат, когато изплуват на повърхността. Също така напомняне за архитекта, който го е проектирал и е позволил на много хора да оцелеят.

Google Translation into Czech: Stěny krytu uchovávají vzpomínky na strach, utrpení, bolest z toho, že nevíme, jestli domy, obchody, školy, nemocnice budou ještě stát, až vystoupí na povrch. Také připomínka architekta, který jej navrhl a umožnil mnoha lidem přežít.

Google Translation into Croatian: Zidovi skloništa čuvaju sjećanja na strah, na patnju, na bol neznanja hoće li kuće, trgovine, škole, bolnice još stajati kad izroni na površinu. Također i podsjetnik na arhitekta koji ju je projektirao i mnogima omogućio preživljavanje.

Google Translation into Slovak: Steny krytu uchovávajú spomienky na strach, utrpenie, bolesť z toho, že nevieme, či domy, obchody, školy, nemocnice budú ešte stáť, keď vystúpia na povrch. Tiež spomienka na architekta, ktorý ho navrhol a umožnil mnohým ľuďom prežiť.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Stene zavetišča hranijo spomine na strah, na trpljenje, na bolečino ob nevednosti, ali bodo hiše, trgovine, šole, bolnišnice še obstale, ko se dvignejo na površje. Tudi spomin na arhitekta, ki ga je zasnoval in mnogim omogočil preživetje.

Google Translation into Estonian: Varjupaiga seintel on mälestused hirmust, kannatustest, valust, mis tuleneb teadmatusest, kas majad, poed, koolid, haiglad jäävad pinnale tõustes alles. Samuti meeldetuletus arhitektist, kes selle projekteeris ja võimaldas paljudel inimestel ellu jääda.

Google Translation into Suomi: Turvakodin seinät kätkevät muistoja pelosta, kärsimyksestä, tuskasta, kun ei tiedetä, ovatko talot, kaupat, koulut, sairaalat vielä pystyssä, kun ne nousevat pintaan. Myös muistutus arkkitehdista, joka suunnitteli sen ja mahdollisti monien ihmisten selviytymisen.

Google Translation into Greek: Οι τοίχοι του καταφυγίου κρατούν αναμνήσεις φόβου, ταλαιπωρίας, πόνου του να μην ξέρεις αν σπίτια, καταστήματα, σχολεία, νοσοκομεία θα παραμείνουν όρθια όταν βγουν στην επιφάνεια. Επίσης μια υπενθύμιση του αρχιτέκτονα που το σχεδίασε και έδωσε τη δυνατότητα σε πολλούς ανθρώπους να επιβιώσουν.

Google Translation into Dutch: De muren van de schuilkelder bevatten herinneringen aan angst, aan lijden, aan de pijn van het niet weten of huizen, winkels, scholen, ziekenhuizen er nog zullen staan als ze naar de oppervlakte komen. Ook een herinnering aan de architect die het heeft ontworpen en veel mensen heeft laten overleven.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Tilfluktsrommets vegger rommer minner om frykt, lidelse, om smerten ved å ikke vite om hus, butikker, skoler, sykehus fortsatt vil stå når de kommer opp til overflaten. Også en påminnelse om arkitekten som tegnet den og gjorde det mulig for mange mennesker å overleve.

Google Translation into Polish: W ścianach schronu skrywają się wspomnienia strachu, cierpienia, bólu związanego z niewiedzą, czy domy, sklepy, szkoły, szpitale jeszcze będą stać, kiedy wypłyną na powierzchnię. Również przypomnienie architekta, który go zaprojektował i umożliwił przetrwanie wielu ludziom.

Google Translation into Romanian: Pereții adăpostului păstrează amintiri de frică, de suferință, de durere de a nu ști dacă case, magazine, școli, spitale vor mai rămâne în picioare când vor ieși la suprafață. De asemenea, o amintire a arhitectului care l-a proiectat și a permis multor oameni să supraviețuiască.

Google Translation into Russian: Стены убежища хранят воспоминания о страхе, страданиях, боли от незнания, будут ли еще стоять дома, магазины, школы, больницы, когда они поднимутся на поверхность. Также напоминание об архитекторе, который спроектировал его и помог многим людям выжить.

Google Translation into Serbian: Зидови склоништа чувају сећања на страх, на патњу, на бол од незнања да ли ће куће, продавнице, школе, болнице и даље стајати када испливају на површину. Такође подсетник на архитекту који га је пројектовао и омогућио многим људима да преживе.

Google Translation into Swedish: Väggarna i skyddsrummet rymmer minnen av rädsla, av lidande, av smärtan av att inte veta om hus, affärer, skolor, sjukhus fortfarande kommer att stå kvar när de stiger till ytan. Också en påminnelse om arkitekten som ritade den och gjorde det möjligt för många människor att överleva.

Google Translation into Turkish: Barınağın duvarları korkunun, ıstırabın, evlerin, dükkanların, okulların, hastanelerin yüzeye çıktıklarında hala ayakta olup olmayacağını bilmemenin acısını taşır. Ayrıca onu tasarlayan ve birçok insanın hayatta kalmasını sağlayan mimarı da hatırlatıyor.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Стіни притулку зберігають спогади про страх, страждання, біль від незнання, чи стоятимуть будинки, магазини, школи, лікарні, коли вони піднімуться на поверхню. Також нагадування про архітектора, який його спроектував і дав змогу багатьом людям вижити.

Google Translation into Bengali: আশ্রয়কেন্দ্রের দেয়ালগুলো ধারণ করে ভয়ের স্মৃতি, কষ্টের, না জানার বেদনার যে বাড়িঘর, দোকানপাট, স্কুল, হাসপাতালগুলো মাটিতে উঠলে এখনো দাঁড়িয়ে থাকবে। এছাড়াও স্থপতির একটি অনুস্মারক যিনি এটি ডিজাইন করেছিলেন এবং অনেক লোককে বেঁচে থাকতে সক্ষম করেছিলেন।

Google Translation into Chinese: 避难所的墙壁承载着恐惧、痛苦的记忆，以及不知道房屋、商店、学校、医院浮出水面时是否还会屹立不倒的痛苦。也提醒设计它并使许多人得以生存的建筑师。

Google Translation into Korean: 대피소의 벽은 두려움, 고통, 집, 상점, 학교, 병원이 수면 위로 떠오를 때 여전히 서 있을지 알 수 없는 고통의 기억을 담고 있습니다. 또한 그것을 설계하고 많은 사람들이 생존할 수 있게 한 건축가를 상기시킵니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: קירות המקלט טומנים בחובם זיכרונות של פחד, של סבל, של הכאב של חוסר הידיעה אם בתים, חנויות, בתי ספר, בתי חולים עדיין יעמדו על תילם כשהם יעלו לפני השטח. גם תזכורת לאדריכל שתכנן אותו ואפשר לאנשים רבים לשרוד.

Google Translation into Hindi: आश्रय की दीवारें डर, पीड़ा, दर्द की यादें रखती हैं कि पता नहीं घर, दुकान, स्कूल, अस्पताल सतह पर उठने पर अभी भी खड़े होंगे या नहीं। साथ ही उस आर्किटेक्ट की याद दिलाता है जिसने इसे डिजाइन किया था और कई लोगों को जीवित रहने में सक्षम बनाया था।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Dinding tempat berlindung menyimpan kenangan akan ketakutan, penderitaan, rasa sakit karena tidak tahu apakah rumah, toko, sekolah, rumah sakit akan tetap berdiri ketika mereka muncul ke permukaan. Juga pengingat akan arsitek yang mendesainnya dan memungkinkan banyak orang untuk bertahan hidup.

Google Translation into Japanese: 避難所の壁には、恐怖、苦しみ、家、店、学校、病院が水面に浮かび上がったときにまだ立っているかどうかわからないという痛みの記憶が残っています. それを設計し、多くの人々が生き残ることを可能にした建築家の思い出でもあります。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Баш калкалоочу жайдын дубалдарынан коркуу, азап-тозок, үйлөр, дүкөндөр, мектептер, ооруканалар жер бетине көтөрүлгөндө дагы эле тура алар-албасын билбеген азап эскерилип турат. Ошондой эле аны иштеп чыккан жана көптөгөн адамдардын аман калышына шарт түзгөн архитектордун эстелиги.

Google Translation into Malay: Dinding tempat perlindungan menyimpan kenangan ketakutan, penderitaan, kesakitan kerana tidak mengetahui sama ada rumah, kedai, sekolah, hospital akan tetap berdiri apabila ia naik ke permukaan. Juga peringatan kepada arkitek yang mereka bentuknya dan membolehkan ramai orang bertahan.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਆਸਰਾ ਦੀਆਂ ਕੰਧਾਂ ਡਰ, ਦੁੱਖ, ਦਰਦ ਦੀਆਂ ਯਾਦਾਂ ਰੱਖਦੀਆਂ ਹਨ ਕਿ ਪਤਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਕੀ ਘਰ, ਦੁਕਾਨਾਂ, ਸਕੂਲ, ਹਸਪਤਾਲ ਜਦੋਂ ਸਤ੍ਹਾ 'ਤੇ ਉੱਠਣਗੇ ਤਾਂ ਅਜੇ ਵੀ ਖੜ੍ਹੇ ਹੋਣਗੇ ਜਾਂ ਨਹੀਂ। ਆਰਕੀਟੈਕਟ ਦੀ ਵੀ ਯਾਦ ਦਿਵਾਉਂਦਾ ਹੈ ਜਿਸਨੇ ਇਸਨੂੰ ਡਿਜ਼ਾਈਨ ਕੀਤਾ ਅਤੇ ਬਹੁਤ ਸਾਰੇ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਬਚਣ ਦੇ ਯੋਗ ਬਣਾਇਆ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: د سرپناه دیوالونه د ویره، کړاوونو او دردونو یادونه کوي چې نه پوهیږي کورونه، دوکانونه، ښوونځي، روغتونونه به لا هم ولاړ وي کله چې سطح ته پورته شي. همدارنګه د معمار یادونه چې دا یې ډیزاین کړې او ډیری خلک یې د ژوندي پاتې کیدو وړ کړي.

Google Translation into Persian: دیوارهای پناهگاه خاطراتی از ترس، رنج، درد ناشی از ندانستن این که آیا خانه‌ها، مغازه‌ها، مدارس، بیمارستان‌ها همچنان پابرجا خواهند ماند، در خود جای داده است. همچنین یادآوری از معمار که آن را طراحی کرد و بسیاری از مردم را قادر به زنده ماندن کرد.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Ang mga dingding ng kanlungan ay nagtataglay ng mga alaala ng takot, ng pagdurusa, ng sakit ng hindi alam kung ang mga bahay, tindahan, paaralan, ospital ay nakatayo pa rin kapag sila ay umangat sa ibabaw. Paalala rin ng arkitekto na nagdisenyo nito at nagbigay-daan sa maraming tao na mabuhay.

Google Translation into Thai: กำแพงของที่กำบังเก็บความทรงจำแห่งความกลัว ความทุกข์ทรมาน ความเจ็บปวดที่ไม่รู้ว่าบ้าน ร้านค้า โรงเรียน โรงพยาบาลจะยังคงอยู่หรือไม่เมื่อโผล่ขึ้นมาบนผิวน้ำ ยังเป็นเครื่องเตือนใจถึงสถาปนิกผู้ออกแบบและทำให้ผู้คนจำนวนมากสามารถอยู่รอดได้

Google Translation into Urdu: پناہ گاہ کی دیواریں خوف، تکلیف، نہ جانے اس درد کی یادیں سمیٹے ہوئے ہیں کہ کیا مکان، دکانیں، اسکول، اسپتال سطح پر اٹھیں گے یا نہیں؟ نیز معمار کی یاد دہانی جس نے اسے ڈیزائن کیا اور بہت سے لوگوں کو زندہ رہنے کے قابل بنایا۔

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iKON: when it becomes difficult for you

A/N: For more, read here~~

Jinhwan:

You are sitting at your desk, distracted by the bright, vivid green colours of the forest framed far outside the window. Each branch of twenty to thirty leaves illuminated with the pretty sunlight moves because of the resilient winds. Together, they look like nature has embalmed itself with glitter. Beyond the dancing leaves, you can see blue like the colour of the sea near the shore. When it washes the sands, it's white but when saying goodbye, it returns to it's beautiful light blue, reflecting the multitude skies.

You stare, continuously, perhaps lost in thought but none are with you, neither do any come to mind. When Jinhwan walks into the room, he's rather joyful but his expression becomes more mindful when he sees you sitting there. From his view, he's seeing your numbed expression, it's rather ambiguous and for a second he wonders if he should be here, with you. The tears that should come to you, an expressional, heavy gesture of your pain stop short.

They get swallowed by waves of breaths that are steady in rising and steady in falling. He gently grabs the chair and places it at a distance that's not too far from you. If the situation were reversed, you would kiss him, another expression of how much you love to see him happy. He lets his hand flop when he sits down on the hard chair and looks outside. Then does he notice the beauty; he's looking at a traffic-light officer looking- tree with white blossoms covering the entity of its existence (they only come out during summer).

He grasps your hand and you look at him, a smile barely there, faint yes, but for him to know that you are doing okay. The turbulent winds slow down for a second when he reaches over and caresses your cheek, the action pleasantly dilates your eyes with a flowing transparent liquid. Before you can completely turn your head away from him, he pulls you back to him with a soft tug of his voice, ''Look at me, everything is going to be alright.''.

Yunhyeong:

Song hugs you tightly and you have no choice but to look at him, from your position, he doesn't want to let you go even though you will still be with him, later. He's close, much closer than you think from escaping from the confines of his happiness that he wants to show you the best, that you may always remain happy. You lay on his shoulder as he kisses you, so softly that you instantly respond to the way he moves when he's with you.

You clench his jumper with both hands, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to feel him, all of him. You won't go anywhere, you try to pull away to tell him but neither of you say anything. When he pulls back and takes in a breath, lips trembling for the way you taste, he looks into your eyes with a deep tenderness, as if he loves you more than he loves everything else. You stay in his arms, straddling him, trying to form words but the look in his eyes produces no words from you.

You see warmth, perhaps a reflection of everything you two have ever been and will be, it's impossible to say what. Hurriedly, he links your lips and flips you over, gently laying your head over the pillows. When he sees the look of haze in your eyes, he smiles contentedly, thinking that he'll miss this, even if you remain in denial. So there is something missing in his eyes that prevents from showing a full smile. Your breath is taken away when he leans over you and this time he speaks up, he tells you to speak to him.

''Speak to me'' he says. You nod, sitting up, hugging him, telling him that maybe you are leaving. The sun grows brighter, engulfing the room just a little bit more than what it was at half before eleven. He asks you what you mean by maybe, cupping your head because he knows that you are fatigued by all the events surrounding you. The look in his eyes is listening, over the peacefulness in your room of soft colour and slanting ceiling that actually overlooks the flowing oceans. You love him.

Bobby:

''What should we do today?'' he asked before he had tugged your smiles and giggles along to a comic store. This was to get you out of the mental predicament of your horrible situation. Upon entering the store, you hear the soft soul music float through the peaceful silence. People are sinking into their bean bags, the faster they read the words in relation to the beat playing above head, the harder they sink into it, trouble ceasing from their beautiful minds unless it is prescribed in the books. You look around, surrounded by taller than ever stacks of books, up and sideways, you look one way and Jiwon looks the other, curiously.

Unintentionally, you tug him along to the seating, set on the comfiest corner, sighing in relief when you sit down. Squeezing your hand, he leans over, gently whispering in your ears, ''What do you want to eat?'' probing a small smile and words of magic that even Jiwon agrees too. As he leaves to grab your food, ambivalently you get up and face the rows of thin, tall, plastic-covered books. Jiwon glances at you to see how you're doing, snapping his head towards the staff when they call for him.

Your heart quickly pounds, running your fingers over the often worn-out plastic leads you to the end of the line, where you walk towards the huge window. It emanates bright light and you slowly walk towards it, stopping to let someone pass by. Within the brief pause, you've begun to lean to one side, clutching the tempered wood that reminded you of the hard seating they had in churches. Jiwon set the food down, softly calling out your name and leading you back to the table.

Patting your hair down, he asks you if you are alright, eliciting you to entwine your hands and ask if he could feed your hungry self. He chuckles, struggling to open the packet, eventually looking around before he pries it out open using his teeth, setting it down for you. You tell him how much you want to read something together and you laugh when he begins to think in mock thought that it would be hard to find something the both of you agree on. You burst into little giggles when someone looks your way, nestling into his jumper while he covers you, also struggling to hold his laughter in.

You say that it wasn't even that funny, yet he's holding it in because of the stare you gave him, it's playful yet he loves that you are irked or annoyed, anything that isn't remotely serious and will make you smile. He tries to get away from your pinches and little threats and his eyes widen when he hears how calm you sound. It's like you tell him to sober up but you're smiling and your voice is loving and he really doesn't want to sober up now. His legs shuffle closer to yours, he pulls you into his chest as he plugs in the earphones and you listen away, careful not to slurp your noodles too loud.

Hanbin:

Your mind is restless, you are agitated as you turn your head from side to side, thinking of sleep as it comes to you. The curtains shield you from any of your colleagues finding you but they filter in the street light that illuminates the darkness outside. The patient whose bed you are sitting by is Kim Hanbin, he is currently asleep by the fact that you can hear his soft snores, causing you to smile. He came in fatigued from overworking and it made you happy to know that he was recovering. The distinct shuffling of another patient in the same room alerts you but what scares you more is when Hanbin taps your shoulders.

You immediately get up, steadying your spinning head by holding onto the end, hesitating to form words and he pulls you back onto the bed because he can see that you are about to fall. You see him lean over and open the drawer, pulling out a tonic that when he hands over, he tells you, ''I'm sorry, it's kind of bitter'' and gently places it into your hands, he continues, ''But it'll help''. You nod and he shuffles in the dark, sitting up to watch you drink it all the way. He smiles at the bitterness of the drink that you flinch and squeeze your shoulders from, comprehending enough to take it back and toss it in the bin.

To you, there's disco lights floating in the hallways and dancing music playing when you get up and your body no longer hurts. He's still sleeping so you let him be till he rings the nurse call button and you rush out of your seat, heart pounding moments before you fling the curtains back. He smiles when he sees your shadow shuffling, no doubt that hesitating nature of yours at play. It's night again, the birds are chirping upside down, he's sitting beside you, listening to your thoughts about today. You pause when he takes your hands in his, it's automatic since he's been wanting to hold that for a while.

He meets your eyes, there's the truck that is waiting outside which shines light through the window and from the table he hands you an orange. You missed the way his breath hitched when he saw you staring, the way his hands fumbled at the back before he caught yours in his and how there's an entire packet of oranges in the drawer, not including the two on the table. As you unwrap it, you ask him a question about himself which he hesitates to answer but does so anyway. In the morning, his mother and sister come to visit him and they bring this cake for him.

He walks out into the hallway filled with the chaos of running shoes but manages to spot you amongst the crowd so he waits patiently till you come back. You spot his messy hair and anxious behaviour to an elderly woman who starts a conversation with him but most of all, you chuckle when you see the distinctive, yellow bandage on his cheek. He's had it since he first came in. These memories are distinct, easier to pick out because of the emotion that had flown in with them. You are sat at the very end of the hospital, tucked away safely in the comfort of each other's arms. He's telling you what he first thought of you as he presses your leg to ease the pain you are feeling from running around all day.

Junhoe:

Running along the canal, you take in deep breaths when the soft music that comes in does nothing to fuel your endurance. Your chest burns and you are trying to adapt to the excess ache and pain of the burn that has stretched your muscles out. You heave as you sit down and a few moments later, Junhoe catches up with you, panting as he takes a seat. While you catch your breath, Junhoe wants to say something but he doesn't, causing the both of you to laugh when he waives it away.

You are sitting on opposite sides of the bench, leaning on the hand rail and leaning all your weight on it. While you look ahead, many others litter the tracks further down, away from the lake in front. It glistens with the bright pines of the sun's rays, reflecting the dog's reflection as it steadily laps at it. Yesterday, it was darkened by the reflection of the heavier clouds, giving it the image of ruined tracks or the feeling of being burned-out.

''We shouldn't have sat down'' Junhoe points out, his dismay clear as he struggles to get up, especially with you laughing. You had already started to feel unsure, you lacked the creative energy in the morning to go out but Junhoe had showed up, unusually on time and in just the right clothes. You had chuckled, nodding before he could ask, leaving the door open as you left to change. The he had suggested that you run a distance you could not fathom, you were feeling a drag, this holding back, to stay in the comfort of your house.

You had simply said yes, regret was too late for words by the time he had started, multiple times you had thought of stopping but not once did you say anything. He asks if you want to run but then reveals the truth because he has already known how you've been feeling. Surprise as your expression belittles his knowledge as he carefully explains to you how he knows. He suggests that you don't run but instead walk with him to which it only occurs after you express your interest in it.

There is amiability to walking with him, his hand gently holds onto yours. His grasp is loose, softly caressing the skin as wind blows away the limits of humidity, letting out collective sighs from the two of you. He comments on the weather and you laugh in agreement, linking arms with him. Such a slow pace to see the ducks gather around a traveller giving them food eases you, affection coating your eyes as you stare. When you get home, you tell him that you'd rather go to sleep but he keeps you awake with his countless poetic ideas and the thought of food before it can arrive.

Donghyuk:

''What's wrong- tell me'' he says, voice not as soft as it was the first time and spoken with determination- like the last straw as if he had made his mind up to help you. You nod but you don't move from your space on the sofa. You absent-mindedly stare at the skyscrapers far removed from your balcony but today, not that far away. The city is bustling, you know it without even having to look down.

Donghyuk looks at where you were looking and lets out a sigh, heavily, as he heads to the kitchen, stuttering around the cut vegetables and a pan on the unlit stove. Your phone, on, is laid near the stove which he traces the steps all the way to the carpet, areas ruffled where your knees had sunk into. Fingerprints coat the glass table on the carpet, the painting is hung sideways and what looks like stray pieces of glass on the floor.

He threads the carpet, slowly taking you into his arms, like the questions, what can I do for you? To make you happy, what can I do for you? In the reflection, you have no answer. There is an uncertain silence from Donghyuk who holds you, his voice also lost to the undulated sways you emanate in your reflection. In the silence he can not stand, he takes you outside to the bright lights dropping on quivering leaves and rugged stones for heavier walking.

Your steps falter slightly behind him, your questioning gaze staring up at him like a switch that has been turned on, you halt. He turns back and smiles and you wonder why. The truth is right in front of him, on you, when you raise your hand to cover your eyes from the shifting sun rays thus further showing him what he had needed to see from the start. It is like a piece, one-show but he knows that he can always come back to find it. It is best described as a smile.

Chanwoo:

Grabbing the laptop, you detach the charger, lifting it off the table and laying it onto the bed. You listen for the creaks and groans on the wooden floor outside your office whilst biting your lip, trying to concentrate on completing two things at once. You pull your laptop stand from its place, closing it, almost throwing it against the bookshelf. A thud, foreign to the silence outside, speeds up your heart rate, further drying your mouth.

You hold your breath, baiting whoever is peering inside with light steps like moving around the room to pull out books for references. You sit down; nothing leaves your sight. You pull out your laptop, open it, select files with clammy hands. You think about how the clamminess is a distraction, something you need not think about now and so you pressed on. A slip of frustration, a sigh of discontent escapes you as your fingers slip across the motherboard.

The ultimate hitch precluding the blue skies and warm laughter of children is when Chan knocks on the door, not expecting to see you twitch in your seat. He narrows his eyes at the movement, never having seen you so restless in the time of your love. With burdensome footsteps, he walks towards you, meeting your smile with a smile, gleefully. You feel as if he has skipped over to you, similar to the beginning. When he looks at your screen, his pupils dilate, he holds your seat, pulling you back.

There is faint tension in the air, nothing matters right now more than the darkness of the room. The silence is impenetrable as if he is to ask how you are doing but it would only sour the mood. As you move away from him to greet him, he pulls you by your shoulders, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your forehead. He can see the home screen, all tabs closed and mouse astray. You have frozen from neck to torso, just like how your legs are stuck to the chair and feet to the ground. Aimlessly, you look over at the ball-pen, waiting to be written with.

He squeezes your shoulders, telling you, ''Are you okay? You don't look well.''. You nod, sighing as you finally turn to him, wrapping your arms around him, sighing in relief to see him. As if the preceding event to the main, he lightly cards his fingers through your hair, lifting you off the seat. Had you not been so focused, your attention turned astray, you would have quickly removed the weapon under your desk. But you can not help it, because even you are not unsurpassable. He leads you out, where the steels click around your wrists, binding them together.

#ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ikon fanfic #ikon fluff #ikon angst #ikon reactions #ikon ikonic #jinhwan #yunhyeong #ikon b.i #kim hanbin #ikon bobby #kim jiwon #ikon ju ne #koo junhoe #donghyuk #chanwoo

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jisungsblkgf · 4 years

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thin ice- jcw

pairing: chanwoo x reader, junhoe x reader (siblings)

genre: fluff? angst?

summary: lover!chanwoo gets caught with brother!junhoe’s little sibling

warnings: this is a little suggestive, lots of swears near the end.

notes: this is like barely proofed and I also got carried away and turn a blurb into whatever this is. please request!

to say you and chanwoo were dating was kinda a stretch. it wasn’t like you weren't hooking up. oh no you were most definitely doing that. it also wasnt like you spent nights talking about a life together. you were most definitely doing that as well. the main reason you claimed that dating was a stretch was your amazing older brother and chanwoo’s bandmate junhoe.

you both knew your brother would flip his shit if he found out you two were together, especially when it was behind his back. one of the first things that was said when the boys met you was ‘my sibling is to be considered a baby and off limits.’ chanwoo found that easy to comply with at the beginning. I mean yeah you were cute but in like a high school kinda way. besides chanwoo had a thing for more mature partners at the time. everything changed when you came home from your study abroad. chanwoo had no idea what the fuck they were feeding you over there but you definitely didnt look like the teenager that left. one night he drunkenly described you as fuller. safe to say that didn't mow over well with junhoe.

in fact, it seemed like all of korea had noticed your little glow up because as soon as your picture was shown on some reality show the boys went on, your sns exploded. you didnt mind the attention but it really wasnt your thing. yg, on the other hand, saw you as an opportunity to get some free promotion and junhoe began having to drag you to random nights out. one night, the boys manager dragged you to a club with the boys. yg was lowkey hoping you'd get photographed because ‘all press is good press’. you weren't planning on doing too much but you found yourself not only wasted but in the arms of a wasted chanwoo. it was a dumb decision but the night ended with the two of sneaking back to the boys dorm early and fucking on junhoe’s bed because the two of you are petty.

flash forward 6 months and you were deep into this entanglement with only the boys minus junhoe knowing anything. even today, you were secretly laying under chanwoo and kissing him like your life depended on it. his lips were plush and swollen and he tasted like a mix of mint and vanilla. he slowly moved his hands under your top slowly kneading your soft skin. you slowly shifted your lips to the supple skin on his neck. a slight whimper escapes chanwoo’s mouth and it sends you over the edge. the two of you began a hurried rush to remove each others clothes. once the two of you were down to your underwear, chanwoo began to attack you lips once again. this time he was much rougher in an attempt to counter the momentary lose of control he had earlier.

the two of you ground into each other like your lives depended on it. the feeling of the underwear between you guys began to bother him. but as if someone higher power had pity on the two of you, chanwoo feels the argue to hold back just a bit.

“hey have you se- I fucking knew it! oh youre so fucking dead chan.” junhoe walks in abruptly stopping the session that was happening. chanwoo instinctively cover you with a nearby sheet.

“hyung, i can explain.” he says trying to quickly re-dress before junhoe takes his head off. you look pleadingly at your brother but he is too clouded by rage to even meet your gaze.

“you wanna explain? please do! please explain why my sibling is half naked under you? i explicitly said not them! you could hookup and use anyone, chan! you're fucking famous! you could go down the street and find hundreds of people throwing themselves at you, so please explain why in the fucking world you would use y/n?!” junhoe was full on screaming at this point. the other boys were silently milling by the door. they all shot you guys sympathetic looks.

“im not fucking using them! I love y/n! I'm in love with y/n, junhoe!” your eyes widened at the sudden confession. you knew that chanwoo loved you but it wasnt something he really ever said out loud. “i have spent the last six months trying to not yell in from the rooftops all because y/n was scared of you! of how you'd treat them and me! and here you are proving their fucking point.” chanwoo knew he was on thin ice right now. how the fuck was he supposed to get away with sleeping with you and yelling at his hyung. junhoe turned to you but instead of the angry face you expected, you were met with almost tearfilled eyes.

“you were scared of me, y/n? like truly too scared to tell me you liked chanwoo?” he asked almost pleading that it wasnt true. you gave a weak nod. “oh god, im an awful big brother. I was just trying to protect you. I- I didnt think...” he trailed off softly. the room fell silent as the three of you processed the situation at hand. finally, it was your turn to speak.

“junhoe, I know you just wanted to protect me, you're an amazing big brother and I wouldn't trade you for the world. but I really liked chanwoo, I still really like chanwoo. I dare say I'm madly in love with him. I knew I would lose that if I told you.” you stared at your brother trying to read the expression that washed over him.

“okay. if you really feel like this, then the damage is already done. how can I stop you its been six months already?” you smiled widely knowing it was your brother’s roundabout way of telling you he approves. junhoe lights up at the smile on your face but he quickly turns serious to address chan. “I swear to fucking god if you hurt them, I will not only beat you to a plump but make the rest of ikon’s contract insufferable for you. understand?” chanwoo nods quickly before shooting you a shit-eating grin.

“okay, that was a really moving and important moment but can everyone get out so I can get dressed?” you interject. the boys clear their throats as they suddenly became aware of the fact you were only being covered with a sheet. junhoe quickly shoved the heads of the other ikon boys out of the doorway and started to leave before he looked at chanwoo who hadn't moved a inch.

“what? me too? why, its not like I haven't seen it before?” chanwoo scoffs. you chuckle before pushing your lover out the door. you quietly close the door on the group of boys

“you were on real thin ice with that comment.” you hear junhoe growl at chanwoo.

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bangcrizpychan · 4 years

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iKon Masterlist

B.I

Jay

Song

Bobby

Ju-ne

Chanwoo

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kpopaudioedit · 6 years

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ultsracha · 6 years

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Boyfriend Hanbin (iKON)

-I see him as kind of distant?? as in he isn’t that boyfriend who spends 24/7 with his s/o -Random displays of love and affection -Like out of the blue just coming in for a back hug or late at night he would come into your room and tell you to get dressed and he’d take you for ice-cream or somthing -He’s a busy man being the leader so he probably would feel bad for not always being able to spend time for you so would try his best to make up for it in small ways -Kind of like behind the scenes stuff like leaving a note in your lunch for work or folding the last bit of laundry while you weren’t watching -p r o t e c t i v e !!!! -not possessive but just trying his best to make sure you’re 100% doing great and feel good -Deffo opens car doors for you -Would only get possessive around the boys because he’s worried they will steal you -But would try to hid it because he is a cool man -Not super romantic more goofy and tries to make you laugh -Only romantic like 3 times a year but it’s worth the wait -He’d take you to all of your favourite places to eat/ spend time and he would be constantly kissing your cheeks and telling you how much he loves you

*cough, kinda spicy stuff coming up heres your warning*

-In bed I feel that he would be kind of lazy?? not like he doesn’t want to do the deed because he. wants. to. do. the. deed. -but like he would be slow and sloppy? -main goal is for you to be satisfied!!!! -likes giving head -probably not into super kinky stuff but if you pushed it enough he would try -okAY thats enough of the spicy -in conclusion he would be a super soft boyfriend but only around you, not romantic but is trying his best, 10/10 boyfriend

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haveanotherkpopblog · 3 years

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The Nutcracker Suite

Part 1: The Party

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x You

Genre: Ballet!AU, Fluff, Regency!AU

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: None

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Long ago, when presents were opened the night before Christmas, in the manor of a noble family of a small town, there was a young woman. She sat by the fire with her mother, quietly waiting for her guests to arrive for her family’s annual Christmas Eve Ball. The fire crackled and illuminated her face. Outside, snow covered every surface in a blanket as more fell from the sky. The servants bustled to make sure everything was alright before the party.

“Smile, Y/N. It’s Christmas,” her mother chastised. Y/N offered her mother a small smile, returning her gaze to the window where she could see the first of the guests arrive. “Don’t you worry about your Uncle Drosselmeyer. He’s never missed a party since I was a little girl. He won’t miss this one.”

“If you’re sure, Mama,” Y/N replied. Her mother stood up, dusting off her gown. Y/N followed suit.

“Come, we mustn't keep our guests waiting.”

“Yes, Mama.”

Y/N followed her mother out to the main foyer where her aunt and uncle were handing their coats to the butler. She greeted them politely as her father and younger brother, Chanwoo, joined them. Her mother walked them to the ballroom, gossiping with her sister. Y/N stayed put, waiting patiently for the one guest she was most excited to see.

Minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of Uncle Drosselmeyer. The guests continued to show. Aunts, uncles, cousins, loved ones, friends, and esteemed guests sauntered through the front doors and into the ballroom where the party was in full swing. Y/N welcomed the guests along with the staff, playing the part of a gracious hostess as she waited.

But as minutes turned to hours, her hope of him showing slowly waned. Maybe the snow had piled too high and his carriage couldn’t make it. Or perhaps he had fallen ill and was too weak to travel. Or worse yet, what if had decided not to come? That thought put Y/N in quite a state. She tried her best to remain positive, but as fewer and fewer guests showed up, her spirit dimmed.

With a heavy heart and a sigh, Y/N turned to join her family and the rest of the guests in the ballroom. The party was in full swing when she arrived. Everyone was dancing as cheerful music filled the room. The young children were off to the side, playing with the toys they’d received and laughing joyously. Y/N smiled softly, walking around to the edge of the dance floor to where her favorite aunt sat. Her aunt wore a beautiful green gown made of silk and styled unlike anything she’d ever seen before. An interesting man sat with her, dressed in the strangest clothing she’d ever seen.

“Speak of the Devil. Y/N, I was just talking about you,” her aunt greeted, holding out a hand for her. Y/N curtsied, taking a seat next to her aunt. “Y/N, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Song Yoonhyung. He traveled very far to be here tonight.”

“Thank you, sir, for coming. I hope your journey was pleasant,” Y/N said. Song Yoonhyung smiled, taking Y/N’s hand in his and placing a quick kiss to the back of her hand.

“The journey was worth such a wonderful party and beautiful company,” he replied. Y/N’s aunt giggled.

“Oh Yoonhyung, you are quite the charmer. Don’t you agree, Y/N?” her aunt asked, shooting her a suggestive stare. Y/N said nothing, smiling politely at Song Yoonhyung. “Oh don’t mind her. She’s waiting for our uncle. He always brings the most amazing gifts. You know, he’s a very skilled clock and toy maker. When he arrives, I’ll be sure to show you his craft.”

“How do you know he’ll be here?” Y/N inquired. Her aunt smiled, patting her cheek affectionately. She turned back to Song Yoonhyung, not answering her niece’s question. Y/N sighed, turning to watch everyone dance.

“Would you care for a dance?” Song Yoonhyung asked. Y/N turned to find Yoonhyung staring at her. She glanced at her aunt who was giving her an encouraging smile. Y/N smiled politely, slipping her hand into his outstretched one.

Song Yoonhyung led Y/N to the dance floor, twirling her around to face him. Another song began and he led her in a graceful waltz. He was a handsome man, there was no doubt about that. Handsome as he was, he simply didn’t match her type. At least, that’s what she told herself and others. In truth, she didn’t know her type, but when she met him, she would know.

“You seem distracted. Am I not good company?” he asked. Y/N gasped.

“No, you’re lovely, really. As my aunt mentioned, I’m waiting for our uncle. He should have been here by now, but I fear this may be the first party he can’t come,” Y/N said. Song Yoonhyung nodded, then laughed. “Have I said something funny?”

“No. I’m sorry. You just remind me of a friend of mine,” Yoonhyung said. The song ended and Song Yoonhyung and Y/N bowed to each other. They returned to Y/N’s aunt who sat chatting with another relative. Her aunt turned to her, smiling brightly.

“You two were absolutely amazing. You danced beautifully together.” Y/N smiled, taking a seat.

“Thank you,” Y/N said. “Aunt, where did you meet Mr. Song?” Her aunt smiled, sparing a glance at Song Yoonhyung.

“You know I’ve never been one to settle somewhere for too long,” her aunt began. Y/N nodded, scooting closer. “Well, I was traveling throughout Asia when my carriage broke down. So there I was, stranded in a country I wasn’t familiar with, when a dashing man came to my rescue. He stopped his carriage, asking me where I was from and where I was going. He invited me to a ball the emperor was having later that night. Of course I didn’t have any of the socially appropriate attire of their country, but I put on my best gown.

“Yoonhyung was there and approached me. We began talking and I found him quite agreeable. Then a hush fell over the room. The imperial family was to be announced. Yoonhyung led me as close as we could, but all the young ladies had gathered around to see the emperor’s son. They all swooned when he came, but then I saw the emperor. He had been the dashing fellow who invited me to the ball and rescued me from my damaged carriage.

“The room was still as he descended the stairs. He was halfway down the stairs when we made eye contact. We stared at each other without ever looking away. The sea of people parted as he made his way to stand in front of me. He bowed deeply before asking me for the first dance.”

“Did you say yes?” Y/N asked excitedly.

“Well I couldn’t say no to the emperor,” her aunt laughed. Y/N sighed.

“That sounds so exciting! You must have felt like a princess! I wish I could have been there,” Y/N said. Her aunt and Yoonhyung shared a look.

“Maybe next time, you can come with me,” her aunt suggested. Y/N sighed again.

“Oh I wish I could, but Mother and Father would never allow it. It’s not sensible for a girl to travel around.” Her aunt laughed.

“Oh my dear child, it’s not sensible for a young woman to be cooped up with no knowledge of the world. There’s so much more to life than being pretty and marrying rich. My dear child, there’s a world out there that you deserve to see,” her aunt said. Y/N hugged her aunt, smiling. “There’s my happy girl.”

“Uncle Drosselmeyer!”

Y/N turned to the ballroom doors and, sure enough, her Uncle Drosselmeyer stood there. He was covered in snow, and he was carrying a giant sack. Excitedly Y/N jumped from her seat, rushing with her younger cousins to greet him. He laughed, waving to everyone as the adults chuckled fondly and resumed their previous activities.

“Hello children!” Uncle Drosselmeyer’s voice boomed. The children greeted him back loudly. Y/N stood off towards the back, but close enough to see the wonderful gifts he’d made. He passed out colorful gifts to each of the children. Immediately they went and tore the paper off, squealing at the hand-crafted gift. Chanwoo stood next to Y/N, watching along with her.

“What do you think of this year’s gifts?” he inquired. Y/N smiled.

“I think they’re wonderful, don’t you?”

“Of course. It’s not truly Christmas without Uncle Drosselmeyer’s presents.”

“It’s not truly Christmas without Uncle Drosselmeyer.” They giggled.

“Here are our gracious hosts. Young Mister Chanwoo! Miss Y/N! How are you two? My oh my, you’re both a head taller.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it this year,” Y/N confessed, hugging her beloved uncle. Chanwoo embraced him next, grinning from ear to ear.

“And miss seeing you, my dear? Never. What a preposterous thought!” her uncle laughed.

“Uncle Drosselmeyer, are there any gifts in there for Y/N and I?” Chanwoo asked, peeking into the large sack that laid on the floor, almost completely empty, save for two gifts.

“How could I not bring gifts for our gracious hosts?” Uncle Drosselmeyer reached into the bag, pulling out a circular box wrapped in shiny red paper with a gold bow on top. “For you, Chanwoo.” Chan grabbed the present excitedly, ripping the paper apart. “And for you, dear Y/N.” He handed her a rectangular box, wrapped in dark green paper with a silver bow. Carefully, she unwrapped the box before removing the lid. Inside was a nutcracker with ivory skin, dark hair, brown eyes, and a red uniform.

“Oh Uncle Drosselmeyer! He’s absolutely breathtaking! Thank you.” She gave her uncle a hug before disappearing to show off her gift. Her young cousins gathered around, staring at the nutcracker with wide eyes. Chanwoo came up, carrying a handful of nuts.

“Care to try it out?” Y/N grabbed a nut, placing it in the nutcrackers mouth. Carefully she pushed down on the lever until its jaw split the nut open. The children clapped excitedly. She continued to do so until there were almost no nuts left.

That was when Chanwoo grabbed the nutcracker, bored of one nut at a time, he put the rest of the nuts into the nutcracker’s mouth and pressed down on the lever as hard as he could. There was a resounding gasp, followed by the gasps of the children. Y/N stared in horror. The nutcracker’s jaw was broken. She quickly snatched the nutcracker from Chanwoo, rushing to find Uncle Drosselmeyer.

Uncle Drosselmeyer sat with her aunt and Song Yoonhyung. They were deep in conversation when Y/N arrived. She handed the nutcracker to him, pleading for him to fix it. Uncle Drosselmeyer took the nutcracker, and from what seemed like thin air, produced a white handkerchief.

“I don’t have my tools now, but I’ll have him fixed in no time,” he assured her. Y/N smiled, wandering off to put the nutcracker in the safety of the parlor room where Uncle Drosselmeyer would be able to fix it with complete ease.

Once she returned to the party, she rejoined her aunt, Uncle Drosselmeyer, and Song Yoonhyung for the evening. Y/N liked to pretend she could be a proper lady of the house, but adult talk bored her so. However, her aunt and uncle were anything but boring adults. They didn’t discuss trivial things such as weather and politics. Instead, they talked about adventure and traveling and passion. Yoonhyung seemed to enjoy the same topics of conversation. Most gentlemen were focused on themselves and their estates and settling down to find a suitable wife, at least that’s what Y/N assumed. She’d never heard the conversations between gentlemen. Chanwoo was still much too young for such topics.

Soon the clock struck eleven, alerting everyone that the evening was done. The guests began to gather their things and leave. Children were scattered around the house, fast asleep from the night’s activities. Y/N’s parents stood at the door, bidding everyone a good night. Y/N and Song Yoonhyung hung back, making idle talk.

“You must come and visit, Y/N,” Yoonhyung said. “It’s such a different, well, everything. The people, the clothing, the culture, it would be a shame if you didn’t see it.” Y/N nodded.

“That sounds absolutely wonderful. Maybe you could convince my parents to let me go,” Y/N said. Once they had reached the door, Yoonhyung turned to Y/N’s parents, bowing respectfully. He turned back to Y/N taking her hand and pressing a quick kiss to it. She dipped into a quick curtsey, waving him off.

The only guests to remain were Y/N’s aunt and Uncle Drosselmeyer. Chanwoo and his mother had retired to their chambers, much too tired from the night’s activities. Y/N, her father, her aunt, and Uncle Drosselmeyer sat in the parlor, chatting next to the roaring fire.

“I must ask my dear, what were you and Yoonhyung discussing before his departure? It seemed most interesting,” her aunt said, taking a sip of brandy.

“Mr. Song has invited me to see his home land,” she said. Her aunt clapped excitedly.

“Brother, doesn’t that sound lovely?” her aunt said. Her father hummed, taking a huff from his pipe.

“What business does a young man have asking to take my only daughter, my prized jewel, away to another country?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

“Oh Papa,” Y/N said, moving to crouch by the side of his chair. “You must put such thoughts from your head. Nothing of that sort happened or would. I simply want to travel. I want to see the world Papa.” He cupped his daughter’s cheek, stroking it with his thumb affectionately.

“Then see the world you shall, my pet. How can I deny my daughter her deepest desire?” he said. Y/N grinned at her father. “But their is the matter of your mother--”

“You leave her to me,” her aunt interjected. “I know how to speak to her.”

“Then it’s settled,” Uncle Drosselmeyer laughed. “Y/N shall see the world! She shall dance! She shall explore! She! Shall! Live!” Uncle Drosselmeyer had jumped from his seat and was dancing around the room with new jubilance. Y/N’s father sighed deeply, bringing a hand to massage his temples. Y/N and her aunt giggled.

“Uncle Drosselmeyer, please, pace yourself. You shall wake up the whole block!” her father scolded, though she could see the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh poppycock. Let them wake, for our darling little girl is off to become a woman. Oh the wonders you shall see my dear. You shall never want to return, or settle down for that matter. I mean, take your beautiful aunt. She chose to travel and has she settled?”

“When you put it like that, maybe you shouldn’t travel,” her father said. Y/N turned to him, pouting, then back to Uncle Drosselmeyer.

“Oh don’t give me that look. You should travel, but you should also settle down. Find a suitable husband and have children,” Uncle Drosselmeyer said. Y/N wrinkled her nose at the notion. “Your mother thought the same thing. That was, until she met your father.”

“As much as I’m sure she’s happy to have settled, I don’t want to. The times are changing, and I want to be there to see it.” Her aunt sat back, looking between her father and Uncle Drosselmeyer. Her father gave a resigned sigh.

“I blame this almost entirely on you,” he said, pointing his pipe at his sister. She shrugged, not the least bit concerned.

It was almost midnight when Y/N had fallen asleep on the couch in the parlor. Her aunt draped a blanket over her, placing the nutcracker next to her. Her father pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before ushering his sister and Uncle Drosselmeyer out. His wife would surely scold him for letting Y/N sleep in the parlor, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake her. She had seemed so peaceful, asleep with the thought of traveling the world nestled deep within her.

At the strike of two, the most extraordinary thing occurred. First, a hazy glow settled across the parlor room. With each strike of the clock, the haze thickened. Then, a hole, the perfect size for a mouse, appeared in the wall, right next to the Christmas tree. In neat columns of two, mice, dressed as soldiers and carrying weapons. They marched into the parlor, stopping in the middle of the room. Finally, the nutcracker awoke. He blinked several times before sliding off the couch, landing on the floor with a thump.

The thump was enough to wake Y/N from her slumber. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she glanced around the parlor room. She let out a gasp at the scene before her. Dozens of mice were on her floor, and her nutcracker was fighting them. Her nutcracker was fighting them? Her nutcracker was fighting them! But he was just one nutcracker against dozens of mice. Y/N had to help him!

She threw off her covers, quickly kicking the mice away from the nutcracker. The mice squeaked loudly, flying around the room as she did her best to help her nutcracker. More mice came from the hole, all of them making a beeline for the nutcracker.

That’s when Y/N saw him.

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KEY: ✘ — angst ♡ — fluff ☆ — smut ☼ — humour ✓ — complete

note: the following fiction follows a reader x member format, typically written in second person

anthem for the broken hearted → ✘ ♡ ☆ + HANBIN & JINHWAN

Falling in love with your best friend started as any fairytale would, full of happiness, excitement and adventure. But as time dragged on, you quickly realized that the relationship was nothing more than a tragedy veiled by innocent infatuation. It wasn’t until after you cut the strings that loosely tied your souls together that you stumbled upon the one who was fated to you.

↳ part one | part two | part three

only you → ✘ ☆ + JIWON feat. JINWOO (WINNER)

It was never your intention to cheat, especially with someone as cocky and annoying as Jiwon. But as your little love affair becomes more than just a few nights of casual sex, you quickly realize that this is a mess you won’t be able to fix.

↳ part one | part two ✓

i hate you, i love you → ✘ ☆ + JINHWAN

Dating an idol comes with its perks, but the negatives often keep you up at night, especially when your lover happens to be across the globe on tour. Upon returning from Japan, what you hoped to be a happy reunion turns sour within seconds, receiving nothing more than a cold shoulder the moment he enters the door. Questioning the solidity of your relationship, you decide to venture out for a day dedicated to yourself, but when he happens to find you holed up in one of the city’s best night clubs, you realize just how far things have gone.

saved → ♡ ☆ + DONGHYUK

Every time you spend the night out for a few drinks, it always ends the same way – Donghyuk coming to rescue you because finding your way home turns into an impossible task.

if you insist → ♡ + DONGHYUK

Studying for an exam is never easy especially when you can’t seem to focus long enough to power through a few sentences of the textbook. Just when you are ready to give up and call it a night, your adorable boyfriend shows up your front door with a bag of snacks and promised cuddles.

all for rain → ♡ ☆ + JINHWAN

After having his creativity robbed from him, Jinhwan finds himself unable to pick up a single paintbrush. Even in his favorite gloomy weather, all inspiration seems to have dissipated. It’s not until a shy girl shows up in the rain does he finally regain the inspiration he had since lost.

under the starry night → ✘ ♡ + JIWON

If there’s one thing he knows about you, it’s everything, from the way that you smile when you’re upset to the way that you lick your lips when you lie. But when he decides that he no longer wants to suffer through this one-sided love, he is instead left to pick up the pieces after a near fatal car accident.

marked territory → ☆ + YUNHYEONG

All you want to do is finally decorate the house but Yunhyeong clearly has something else in mind.

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years

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What If

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: break up

Word count: 414

Your stare faltered, tears pooling quickly and blurring your sight. You blinked rapidly, almost as fast as your heart was beating, not sure if you had imagined those words or not.

The expression upon Junhoe’s face was detached of emotion unlike your own, and you struggled to breathe, not wanting to believe it. All the same, you shakily felt the need to ask him to repeat himself.

He sighed. “I don’t love you anymore.”

So you hadn’t been hearing things. And unless you were dreaming, this nightmare was very real. You didn’t want to pinch yourself to find out.

You couldn’t think of how to respond, if there even was a way to. The emotions overwhelmed you as you cried at his statement, still not understanding why.

“I’m sorry,” he told you and walked away quickly, his eyes not once looking back. You collapsed onto the ground then, clutching at your chest, feeling the pain of heartache for the first time.

It was some time since you had seen his face, Junhoe’s boyish charms now defined, and his body had matured. You had as well; you had lived well without him. Back when you thought you couldn’t breathe without him, now as you took in a deep breath of air, you felt no restrictions. No tug at your heartstrings, no feeling of a lost love. Even with him standing there in front of you, rubbing at his hair awkwardly.

“It’s been awhile, Y/N.”

You nodded.

Junhoe glanced around himself for some way to start conversation, but nothing seemed to assist him. He sighed, returning his gaze back to yours. “I regret letting you go like that.”

“I don’t,” you finally spoke, his eyes snapping to capture yours. He faltered when he saw your expression, diverting them away quickly. You smiled. “Without that lesson in life, I wouldn’t be as successful as I am now. And I know why you did it, for your own career too.”

He nodded softly, unable to bring his attention back to your face. Because in that moment you were the emotionless one. Not out of spite, but because you genuinely had moved on. A small part of you wondered why he hadn’t.

There was no more conversation. Junhoe couldn’t bring himself to respond, not knowing how, just like you had been five years ago. And now it was your turn to walk on by, bowing lightly in farewell, leaving the boy standing there watching you leave.

Wondering what if.

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Never Yours (iKON’s June angst.)

June never liked to be tied down to a relationship.

How did you get into this situation? How did you end up in the bed of a man you had met only a day prior? Though you had no reason to feel this way, guilt washed over you. Getting up, you were in a rush to leave before the man awoke and made it more awkward than it had to be.

Attempting to make your way through the unfamiliar neighborhood, you recalled the night before and cursed yourself for letting it happen.

Your current partner had never liked to be tied down to a relationship. Your partner, Junhoe, made it very clear from day one that you were not exclusive. At first, you didn’t get it. As a matter of fact, it crushed you. To you, a relationship meant both parties had to be dedicated to each other. This was not how Junhoe worked. It wasn’t rare for him to go on dates with other women and even though you couldn’t see yourself with another person, you didn’t hold it against him.

That was until you saw Junhoe in a cafe, cozied up to a girl. She was everything you were not. She was beautiful, no doubt. She would have probably intimidated every girl in that cafe that had been accompanied by a significant other if she wasn’t with Junhoe. The thing that really hurt you was the way he laughed at her jokes. Seeing his eyes sparkle at something she said, you could have sworn you heard your heart break. You felt small in her shadow, like you weren’t enough. A wave of jealousy spiked through you. Biting your lip, you decided that you would, somehow, make him see what you just had. Yes, you were going to try to make Junhoe jealous in a relationship that was built on everything but that emotion. “No,” you thought, “that’s stupid and would never work.”

Yet, you let your emotions get the better of you. So, here you were, at home, smiling at your complexion. You were getting ready for a night out and had picked out a dress that fell more on the revealing side. Grabbing heels to go along with it, you gathered your things and made your way to the bar within walking distance.

“This, is really how I’m trying to get back at him,” you thought miserably. You didn’t know what you were doing here nor were you the best when it came to outings like this. You sighed, taking a sip of your drink before returning your hands to your face. As you slumped over, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Is this seat taken?” The voice belonged to a man who was gesturing to the chair on your left. Not in the mood to talk, you nodded your head. The man was persistent though and gestured to the chair on your right, raising his eyebrow. “Fine,” you huffed, “go ahead.” After taking a seat the man extended his hand and introduced himself as Hanbin. Reluctantly, you shook it.

Before you both knew it, you were in his bed and after that, the sun had already been out for a while. Which brings you to now. Once you got home, you immediately jumped into the shower as if you were trying to wash the guilt off yourself. Wrapping a towel around yourself, your body went stiff. “I was supposed to meet him three hours ago,” you mumbled to yourself.

Junhoe did not like to be stood up on dates or anything for that matter. He hated having to wait. So, when he opened the door for you, he was less than amused. “Where the hell were you,” he said once you were inside. “I was with a friend.” Junhoe saw through your lie. How could he not, seeing as he knew and was quite close with Hanbin. Hanbin hadn’t shut up about you for the past hour and frankly, it was getting in Junhoe’s nerves. Of course, he called you out on your lie and it escalated into an argument very quickly.

“What about that girl you were with?!” You let the words slip through your mouth before you could think. You regretted it instantly. Silence followed for a while until Junhoe broke it. “We talked about this.” No, you had not. He always cut you off or changed the subject when you tried to understand him.

It hit you like a ton of bricks. This could never work. You were so different and had needs that the other couldn’t cater to. “Junhoe,” your heart was screaming at you to not finish your thought but you did, “this isn’t goung to work out.” Tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes.

Emotions flashed across Junhoe’s face. Confusion, hurt, sadness, regret, and lastly, settling on, anger. “To hell with that. You’re just selfish and needy. You can barley speak for yourself so, have fun without me!” He began yelling slurs and threats until you had enough.

You turned around to leave, once at the door you looked him in the eyes. “One day, you’ll look back on this and see the mistakes you’ve made. You, Koo Junhoe, are a poor unfortunate soul incapable of loving.” With that, you slammed the door.

Walking home, you realized Junhoe’s heart was never yours. You were a fool for believing there was hope that he would decide to become exclusive with you. You picked up your pace, ready to fall into your bed and cry.

Junhoe sat on his couch, staring at nothing in particular. How had he managed to fuck up this badly? How did he end up loosing you. It had been three weeks yet for the hundredth time, he replayed that day in his head.

Hi! I hope you’re satisfied with this. It’s really short and has a lot of time skips, sorry if you get confused! I had a bit of trouble, I’ve never written a non exclusive relationship before but I had a lot of fun with this. As you can see, I’m not the best with dialogue but this was a really nice change. I’d also like to mention this is not at all how I imagine June would treat his significant other and this is just for the sake of plot. Thank you @kpop-state-of-mind for requesting! 💕 if you’d like to request here is a link to my request forms/groups I write for. https://califormulawrites.tumblr.com/post/170554257012/requests-hello-i-just-recently-joined-tumblr-and

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