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Under the Blooming Moon | Woosung x Reader

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A/N: Something a little different, but since listening to The Rose and Woosung's solo work, I've had this scenario kicking around in my head for a while. Had to get this one out of my system and omg I think this is the longest thing I've ever written on this platform 🥲

Summary: Every year the blood moon rises, potential mates gather with their wolf pack for The Union. A carnal game of cat-and-mouse parlays into the wolves finding and claiming their mate for life, and Woosung already has his heart and claws sunk onto his omega best friend...

Warnings: light violence, blood (biting, scratching), some allusions to sexual harassment, werewolf smut

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It was that time of year again. The air had picked up a particular sharp chill as it blew through the trees of Namhae Pyeonbaek forest, branches bustling and scattering loose raindrops across the thick thrush. The rains had fortunately lifted hours ago, setting the stage for what was sure to be a messy and chaotic night.

The moon hung high over the tree canopies, deep ruby in colour, with beams of sinister red light slicing through breaks in the leaves to provide only small semblances of light, all of which were drowned out by the roaring bonfire in the middle of the forest. What was just a typical spacial phenomenon to the lay eye represented a far more lecherous promise.

Far off from any trails or where humans dared to lurk, the wolf pack had gathered for their annual Union ritual. They were all relatively young, equal parts eager and anxious with a libidinous, insatiable appetite for tonight's activities. While the ritual sounded dastardly and vile at first, at the end of the day it was a massive cat-and-mouse game, a competition for beta wolves to find and capture their perfect life mate.

And Woosung had already his eye on his potential prize.

While the other beta wolves engaged in lively banter and indulged in drinks, he chose a more reserved and introverted approach, leaning against the weathered trunk of a thousand-year-old pine, sipping cautiously from his plastic cup. His intense gaze remained fixed on Iseul, undeterred by her unawareness as she conversed with her friends. Her soft bangs and long, dark locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, occasionally brushing against her exposed skin, causing him to detect a subtle shiver running down her spine due to her lack of a coat. However, Woosung was well aware that Iseul had knowingly embarked on this evening's adventure, and if their plans unfolded as intended, a jacket would be the least of her concerns.

From his earliest memories, Woosung harbored a deep desire for Iseul. Their mothers had been best friends, and they had envisioned their pups sharing the same bond. Time proved them right. Raised side by side, they navigated the challenges of being hybrids in a world often unforgiving to their kind. In the face of adversity, Woosung and Iseul clung to each other, learning to rely on one another. This dependence evolved into a lifelong friendship. It was only when Woosung encountered his first heat cycle that he confronted a truth far more profound: his longing for Iseul extended beyond the boundaries of friendship. She was the one he wanted, fully and without consequence. However he was a little awkward back then, and the idea of confessing his feelings to Iseul was just as daunting as the notion of being scalped for a hat.

But he wasn't a teenager in his first awakening anymore. He had grown up, worked on his self confidence and -- of course -- his body. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about his height, he felt he was finally up to the challenge to pick and claim Iseul.

If she would have him, though. There was indeed the possibility that she would shut him down about as gently as a... well... a wolf.

Many betas pursued mates by resorting to quite vile and degrading methods, but Woosung and his friends weren't about that. They remained steadfast in their conviction, undeterred by the ridicule they sometimes faced from larger betas. For Woosung, the idea of a mate was intrinsically tied to mutual desire and respect. He wanted her to be as willing and eager to be with him as he was with her.

"Woosung? Earth to Woosung!" a pale hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance and his focus landed on one of his best friends, Dojoon. The happy-go-lucky beta chuckled at his shaggy-haired friend, "Where'd you go? I was talking to you,"

Woosung cocked a brow, "Where did I go? I've been here the whole time," he sassed back.

"You know what I mean," Dojoon rolled his eyes, "You're staring at Iseul again, aren't you?"

"I am not," Woosung replied sharply.

"Oh-ho-ho, yes he is," their other friends, Hajoon and Jaehyeong suddenly appeared at Woosung's other side, "He's been staring at her like Jaehyeong stares at ramyun,"

He glowered at the younger betas, "Aren't you guys supposed to be stalking potential mates instead of me?"

"Don't say it like that," Dojoon grimaced, "It makes us sound like animals,"

Jaehyeong cocked a brow, bumping Hajoon with his elbow, "Who wants to tell him?"

"You know what I mean, smart-ass," Dojoon scolded back, "Why are you even here? I thought you and Ji-Woon were already a thing?"

"We are, technically," the youngest beta shrugged back, "But she wanted to do this so we can make it 'official', or some shit,"

"Aw, adorable," Woosung smirked, "You better hope Muscle-Brain-McGee over there doesn't claim her, first," he nodded in the direction of the betas gathered closer to the fire, where a handful of them surrounded the pack's beloved figure, Yung. Yung was in the midst of shotgunning a beer can, encouraged by the echoing chants of his friends. With a mighty gesture, he tossed the empty can into the grass, then raised his fists triumphantly into the air, proudly displaying his array of bulging muscles through his snug t-shirt, captivating the attention of everyone around.

Hajoon rolled his eyes, "What a show dog," he muttered. Woosung couldn't agree more, the view of Iseul in the warm glow of the fire much more interesting to him, anyhow.

However, he was surprised when he shifted his gaze and discovered that she was already watching him, suppressing a mischievous smile. The shock nearly caused Woosung to fumble with his drink, but he managed to maintain his composure and playfully winked in her direction. Iseul chuckled softly and discreetly waved back in response.

Dojoon chuckled beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "God, you are so obvious,"

"Oh, leave him alone, Dojoon," Jaehyeong scolded.

"And who are you to scold your alpha?"

"Well, for one: he's taller than you," Hajoon decided, "And he's the only one out of us who's actually got a mate,"

"Can't argue there," Woosung snickered.

On the other side of the bonfire, Iseul only swiveled her head when she caught wind of the boisterous revelry. She couldn't help but see Yung and his friends' juvenile behavior, and despite Yung's chiseled physique and k-drama good looks, she found his personality less than appealing. Naturally, she scanned the sea of radiant faces until her eyes locked onto Woosung, who met her gaze just moments later. Her heart skipped a beat when he winked at her, his charming, boyish grin quickly replaced with an expression of distaste as his friends took the piss out of him.

Woosung had been her most trusted confidant, privy to secrets about her that not even her closest girlfriends knew. She had observed his transformation from a slightly awkward, endearingly nerdy teenager into a sharp and agile young beta. He stood out in their pack as one of the few wolves who treasured her intellect, determination, and confidence over her physical attributes. Even during the times when she felt like the least among the female pups, as they underwent their awakenings and developed in ways she hadn't, he never failed to make her feel beautiful. Her fondness for him had gradually evolved into a subtle crush, particularly when she witnessed his prowess during pack hunts. It wasn't just about his physical appeal; she loved him regardless of his shaggy wolf's cut or sharp cheekbones. Not that she'd dare admit it, but he was the only one she ever thought of when she experienced her heat cycles.

If anyone was going to claim her tonight, she secretly hoped it would be Woosung.

"Iseul, stop staring," her friend, Duri, poked her shoulder, "You're being obvious,"

"What?" Iseul whipped around.

"Yeah," her other friend, Chae-Won, nodded, "Don't pay those mutts any mind,"

"I wasn't, believe me," she assured them.

"Good. Here's to hoping they won't pick up our scent," Chae-Won sighed, grimacing at the thought of Yung or one of his friends forcing her down, "I'll castrate one of them if I have to,"

"Ji-Woon's already covered," Duri smirked at their friend, "Jae had her scent pegged loooong ago,"

Ji-Woon gawked at her, scolding her with a whisper, "You didn't tell anybody, right?"

"That you two are already fucking? No, your secret's still safe with us," Iseul chuckled.

"Good," Ji-Woon huffed, "If the alphas were to find out --"

"They'd give you a stern talking to about breaking ritual and that would be it!" Duri assured her.

Chae-Won chuckled with amusement, "I bet I know someone who already has Iseul's scent pegged,"

Ji-Woon grimaced as she turned to Iseul, "Ugh! If that muscle-headed-meatball even comes within a hair of you, I'll tear out his gizzard and feed it to the strays," she growled, talking about Yung

Iseul rolled her eyes, "Chae's talking about Woosung, Teen Wolf,"

"Oh!" Ji-Woon nodded, sneakily stealing a glance at the group of boys behind them. She offered a fleeting smile when her gaze settled on the silhouette of her man engaged in conversation with Woosung. She then briefly assessed the older beta before returning her attention to Iseul, "No, I won't tear his gizz out,"

"How thoughtful of you," Iseul chuckled back.

A prolonged, resonant howl echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all the betas. They turned to face one of their alphas, Yoongi, who stood at the center of the encampment. Yoongi was a robust, unflappable, and sagacious leader, earning the unwavering respect of every beta under his and his brothers' protection. It was an exceedingly rare sight to witness alphas co-leading, given the often intense clashes of egos and struggles for dominance. However, all seven of them brought unique and distinctive qualities that made their pack one of the most formidable in South Korea.

"The Union is about to start! All participating betas are to meet at the edge of the clearing -- asap!" he called.

"At start of project!" his co-alpha, Jimin, called from behind him.

With that the mass of excited (and quite horny) betas migrated to the edge of their makeshift campsite. Duri sighed as she walked arm-in-arm with her friends, gazing longingly at Yoongi and Jimin, "If only alphas were allowed to participate in the Union,"

Iseul cocked a brow at her, "You forget they're the fucking alphas. They don't need to participate in this shit," she pointed out.

"Yeah! If Namjoon points at me and tells me to get on all fours, I'm there without question," Chae-Won nodded.

A familiar voice from behind the girls called out, "C'mon, girls. She's just saying that because she wants the privileges of alpha's mate," Dojoon said.

The girls turned around, smiling appreciably at their friends. Duri spoke up first, "And you don't fantasize about being alpha one day?" asked curiously.

"Of course he does, just not the boring parts," Woosung pointed out, "Diplomacy, security, pack treaties, mange breakouts..." he shuddered at the last one, "Nasty stuff,"

"Says the guy who spent a full two days lounging in a literal mud bath," Iseul teased back.

Woosung smirked back at her, "I didn't hear you complaining, Iseul," he pointed.

"I lost a bet; I wasn't supposed to complain," she replied, "You're lucky I didn't catch ticks,"

"Like I'd let that happen to you,"

Their friends meanwhile exchanged knowing glances between them, the boys tittering amongst themselves as they followed the male betas. Jaehyeong passed Ji-Woo and tossed a saucy wink her way, and the young beta couldn't help but blush and smile with giddy. Duri looped an arm around Ji-Woo's shoulders, tutting at her.

"God, you guys are gross," she commented with a smirk.

Ji-Woo rolled her eyes, peeling Duri's arm off of her as she followed the females, "Oh, go fantasize about Jungkook,"

"If Yung catches you, not even your wet dreams will save you," Chae-Won teased back. Duri flipped her off, she and Chae-Won chased after Ji-Woon meanwhile, knowing Iseul would catch up with them.

The young beta crossed her arms, nervously nibbling on her inner lip as she locked eyes with Woosung. His usually dark eyes were now speckled with gold, radiating beautifully against his illuminated complexion in the warm, flickering glow of the fire.

"So... are you ready?" he asked, praying his own anxiousness didn't show through his exterior.

They started walking together, "Am I ready to get shoved face-first into the dirt while a neanderthal tries to fuck me into his submission? Sure, why not?" she replied.

Woosung chuckled, "Sounds like you don't plan on getting caught tonight," he noted.

"If I can help it," she shrugged back, "You get the better end of the deal, anyhow: you get a say in who you want," her lips fell into a pout and Woosung saw he never saw anything cuter that night.

"Very true," he nodded, "But you never know, maybe you'll be tracked by somebody who would treat you right?"

"And maybe Duri's going to become an alpha's mate?" she chuckled back, "You have to agree though, Woo, this whole blood moon ritual is kind of ridiculous. For the twenty-first-century, anyway,"

"Maybe. But I like to think some of us adopted the twenty-first-century way of thinking," he replied.

"Besides you, I can't think of a single person," she said, "... Well, your friends are alright, too,"

"I'll let them know you said so," Woosung simpered.

They were coming to the starting line, with the girls grouped separately from the boys, all anticipating the howl to begin. Iseul glanced at Woosung, her stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline surged, and her curiosity reached its peak, "So... out of curiosity... is there anybody here you're hoping to mate with?"

Woosung looked around, hoping he could throw her off his intentions as she shook his head, "I don't know. Obviously someone very obedient, submissive, knows how to cook and clean but fucks like a banshee, obviously," he smirked at her, living for that annoyed expression overtaking her face. She smacked his arm and he simply laughed.

"I know you're only joking, but if any part of you is serious I hope you die old and alone," she huffed.

Woosung's smirk never left as he started for his group, walking backwards to keep her in his line of sight, "In that case, you better hope I don't catch you, Iseul!" he teased.

Iseul tittered under her breath, her confidence flaring as she cocked her chin up, her own dark eyes illuminated with flecks of gold, "... I might not fight if you did," she admitted.

How it was that seven small words could get his heart racing so quickly he had no idea, but Woosung swore his mind blanked out as those seven words echoed in his head. There was a possibility that she was just teasing him, but then he knew when she was kidding around. Something in her tone told him she wasn't this time.

He couldn't help the pep in his step as he turned around, running to find his friends to tell them, "Dojoon!"

The group of female betas were chattering with giddy, some of them dressed skimpier than others, some had slipped notes into the pockets of potential suitors they wanted to tip off. And from the smell, so, so many of them were smack-dab in their heat cycles. Either way, the surrounding atmosphere was thick with lascivious anticipation, and of course there was a little bit of fear involved, too.

Iseul glanced behind her nervously, hoping to spot any trace of Woosung in the sea of faces. She caught him briefly, warming up with his friends for what she'd promised to be a long chase ahead of him. He caught her eye briefly, neither of them paying attention as Jimin reiterated the rules they'd heard time and time again. He winked at her again.

Iseul swore her heart stopped.

"Are you ready, girls?" he announced. The female betas let out a chorus of sharp howls, the sound echoing through the trees and across the horizon. Woosung could distinguish Iseul's pitched tone from miles away, her passionate howl igniting a fire in his core.

"Then... GO!" Jimin's call transformed into a prolonged howl, nearly overwhelmed by the sounds of excitement and squeals as the girls sprinted off into the shadowy depths of the woods. They usually had a minute's head start, but they all knew it wouldn't be long until the boys were upon them.

Iseul tried to keep close to her friends as best as she could, though when she looked over her shoulder again she was dismayed to find she was on her own. Nevertheless, her blood was pumping steadily, her legs burning with adrenaline and her feet thundered across the muddy landscape as she ran as fast and as far as she could. She leapt over bushes and careened around tree groves. Already she could hear howls and screams of the other females echoing through the trees, some twisted with salaciousness and eroticism. The boys were already prowling through the forest, and it wouldn't be long until they came upon her, too.

She slowed down at an old pine, stopping to catch her breath. It felt as though she had been running for hours, when Iseul knew that five or so minutes had only passed. This game wasn't supposed to end until dawn broke over the horizon, or until the males and females had found their mates. Either way, the night ahead of her was long and already the air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex.

Disembodied cries of lust continued to rattle her heightened hearing, intermingled with predatory howls. She could pick out Jaehyeong's pitch in the cacophony, and she had to wonder if he'd already pounced and claimed Ji-Woo, just like she'd always gone on and on about. Iseul shook her head at her friend's fantasies, never the less finding her enthusiasm endearing. Among the racket, Iseul could also pick out Yung's howl; a deep, ground-shuddering sound that reflected his own brutishness. She didn't like how close he sounded.

While she continued to run, Iseul came to the alarming realization that she hadn't heard Woosung's howl, not even once, not even when the boys initially set off. She couldn't help but wonder where he went, debating whether or not it was safe to call out to him, or if she'd gone too far for him to find her. But the latter was ridiculous, she knew he had her scent down to memory, if he wanted her he could find her easily.

That is... if he even wanted her in the first place. Who was to say he even took her previous pass at him so seriously.

The sharp snap of a twig pricked at her ears and Iseul turned hastily on her heel, her fingers curled God willing she needed to unleash her claws. But alas, there was nothing behind her.

Iseul, feeling a mixture of panic and indignation, turned around to find Yung's towering and imposing figure looming over her. His eyes bore a determined look, flecked with fiery gold and oranges, and his intent was clear - he was ready to claim her as his mate by any means necessary.

"Hi Iseul," he greeted, feigning politeness, taking a step forward. She took a step back, her worst nightmare coming true.

"Oh. Hey Yung," she said, doing her best to keep a brave front. The fact was she couldn't lie; she found Yung quite intimidating to be around on normal days. A frat-party-eque sex fest was even worse.

"I found you," he noted, his smile disgustingly lecherous.

"That you did," Iseul took another step back.

"So, you know what that means for us, right?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"That I didn't run far enough," she gaped back, not eager to a chase but she was willing if she needed to.

Yung chuckled darkly, "Oh, don't be that way, Iseul. You know the rules of the Union..." he reiterated, reaching out to stroke back her hair.

Iseul moved her head away, glaring sourly, "Yeah. The rules state you need to catch me, not just find me. That's just lazy," she pointed out.

"Somehow, I think you'll grant me the exception," he noted, "You and I would have beautiful pups together,"

She simpered back, "Not in this lifetime, show dog,"

Yung reached out, attempting to grab her, but with a swift movement, she extended her sharp claws and scratched him across his cheek. Yung yelped in pain and surprise as the sting of her claws met his flesh. It was a warning, a defense against his forceful advances.

Iseul wasted no time. She turned and bolted into the trees again, away from Yung, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yung, nursing his bleeding face, roared in frustration as she disappeared, picking off her scent and taking off after her.

Sure, he was fast, he was practically the golden boy of the betas, but he wasn't as fast and agile as Iseul was. She knew he'd be hot on her tail and she had to find somewhere to hide, she'd even take the bog if she could find it. She didn't know where she was going, hell she couldn't even concentrate on looking straight ahead. Yung's vile scent was still in her nose and so long as that scent lingered, she knew she wasn't safe.

Rounding a grove of trees, Iseul was ready to hurl herself into the thrush when a pair of arms grabbed her. She screamed, fighting like a caged animal when she heard a familiar, soothing voice.

"Calm down! Calm down, Iseul! It's me! It's Woosung!" her friend held her tight against his chest as he fought to keep his grip on her. Iseul then relaxed, surrendering in his arms as her body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

"Oh, thank God!" she panted, "I was this close to being mauled," she pinched the air with her pointer finger and thumb.

Woosung took a whiff of the air, "Don't thank the big guy, yet. Yung's still coming,"

As though on cue, the mighty werewolf emerged from behind the tree trunks, taking both of them off guard. He snarled viciously at Woosung, his own claws bearing from his fingertips.

"Let go of my mate," he growled.

Woosung shook his head, "Yung, c'mon -- we can talk about this. You know, like -- civilized men?"

Yung chuckled with pity, "We're not men, Woosung. We're barely human. And you have what belongs to me. I want it back,"

Iseul snarled back, "Oh, fuck you! Calling me an it!?" if she was stronger then Woosung she would've lunged for the beta, but Woosung held her fast against him. She could feel his heart thundering through her back.

It was then that Woosung had an idea, the only way he knew he could get Yung off of Iseul's back. Though, Iseul may not forgive him for it.

"She's not yours though, Yung," he pointed out, "I can smell her, you didn't claim her,"

Yung scoffed, "We were about to get there,"

"Not even in your dreams," Iseul spat back.

"But that means," Woosung continued, "That if you didn't claim her, then she's still fair game," he gave the bigger beta a cocky smirk. Yung's expression went from sheer anger to panic. He knew what Woosung was thinking.

"Don't do it," he warned him, "Don't you even think about it,"

Iseul caught on. If she wasn't so frightened, she may have been a little excited at what he was proposing. Woosung's breath cascaded down her ear, his vice-like grip on her loosening as he brushed his nose across the swoop of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. Iseul shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Before Iseul had the chance to even ask, she felt his sharp teeth puncture the skin where her shoulder met her neck.

Her scream echoed across the forest.

As quickly as he latched on, Woosung released his bite. But the damage was done; her heat had overwhelmed her the moment he'd broken her skin. A sharp, pleasurable sensation coursed from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heat had never felt so visceral before, consuming her to the point she fought to catch her breath. She could feel her blood trickling down her chest, and even more vividly, she could smell her own blood within Woosung's mouth.

Yung's spirit deflated, his claws retracting, and the once-ferocious gleam faded from his eyes. He understood the futility of his situation; that fighting back now would lead the alphas to exile him from the pack, not that it would make a difference if he did.

Iseul belonged to Woosung, now.

With a scathing snarl, Yung spat at the dirt, backing away slowly, "Fine. She's all yours. You enjoy," he turned on his heel and disappeared in the dark.

Both Woosung and Iseul sighed with relief. Woosung wiped his chin with his hand, guilt shuddering through him at the sight of her blood staining his hand. Guilt... but also a twinge of desire.

"He's gone now," he let her out of his arms. Iseul took two steps before she collapsed against a tree trunk, her legs as wobbly as jello and her skin felt as though it was caging an inferno. Woosung dashed to grab her before she could hit the ground, "Woah! You okay?"

She nodded, she let him set her down gently on the ground. Her breathing settled, as did the adrenaline coursing in her blood. Iseul was dirty, exhausted, but when she looked up at Woosung, sleep was the last thing she had on her mind.

"I'm fine," she huffed, averting her gaze to the clumps of grass and weeds before her, "That was -- oh my God!"

"I'm so sorry, Iseul. I didn't know what else to do," he crouched before her, laying a comforting hand on her knee. She was hot to the touch, every inch of her felt as though it was burning. Though she wasn't in pain.

Iseul cracked a smile and she placed her hand over his, "It's okay. Really, I'm okay," she assured him, "My dry-cleaning might have some questions about this, though," she pointed to the blood seeping into her t-shirt. Woosung simpered quietly, jokes were certainly a good sign.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his concern still sprawled across his expression.

She shrugged listlessly, "Not so much, anymore. I'd rather it was you than... you know," she sighed, "... Um... does this mean that...?"

"I think so," Woosung admitted, "We're mates, now,"

He expected Iseul to unleash a barrage of curses, to scold him for his reckless behaviour, but her hand on his remained steady. Her head fell back against the tree trunk, her eyes shimmering with flecks of gold, more radiant than Woosung had ever witnessed. She was utterly captivating, and the scent of her blood only intensified his smoldering desire.

What a dichotomy, he thought.

If Iseul wasn't so exhausted in that moment, she may have let her baser instincts win. She may have begged Woosung to take her hard and fast against this tree, to make her scream for him again and again. But Woosung wasn't just any werewolf, he was her friend first and foremost. And he already seemed so spooked from before.

"Well... do you wanna sit with your new mate until she regains the ability to walk again?" she asked, suppressing a chuckle.

Woosung's smile was genuine now, his tense shoulders relaxed as he gladly obliged her. He took his place beside her, careful of the bite as he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. She smelled so tantalizing, his desire for her continuing to bubble in his gut and he prayed she didn't notice how he adjusted himself.

Iseul cuddled up into him, his familiar musk so comforting and the skin of his arms a cool contrast to hers. She didn't bother to suppress her smile when he laid a kiss on her temple, she felt as safe as she possibly could out here, under the blooming moon.

Indistinctive howls and moans continued to echo through the night, haunting Woosung and Iseul like harping banshees as they walked through the forest. While they couldn't see anybody, they knew better. There were couples thrusted into bushes, cloistered in the trees, copulating in the shadows and all around them.

The fire had definitely gone out by now, but the smell of burnt wood and kindling was as sharp as ever as it drew the pair back to their camp.

Any sting from Woosung's bite had subsided by now, but Iseul's state of desire remained the same. Nevertheless, she walked hand-in-hand with Woosung, silently processing what had just happened. Woosung really claimed her, after years and years of debating whether or not she should make the first move, praying that one day he'd come up to her and ask her himself, he'd really done it. Sure, it wasn't as romantic as she originally imagined, but the intent remained the same.

"So..." she sighed, "Are you gonna' rush and tell Dojoon and them what happened?" she asked, a mocking smile on her lips.

Woosung cocked a brow, glancing down at her curiously, "They might ask why I smell like your blood, so..." he chuckled, "But I'm not gonna -- I won't run and gossip with them, if that's what you mean,"

"That might be a tough one to play off," she simpered, "Did you follow me?"

"Hm?"

"Did you follow me -- back there? Or, did you just happen upon me like some sort of white knight?" she asked.

Woosung grinned sheepishly and his gaze averted to the ground, "I may or may not have been following your scent. It's easy to pick you out by now," he said.

Iseul smiled back, "Lucky you had," she replied, "Although it did kind of hinder your chance,"

"How do you mean?" Woosung asked, picking off the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She shrugged bashfully, "Well -- you didn't really get a chance to catch your mate properly. You know... after a ten minute chase, it's supposed to be filled with anticipation and sexual tension until you finally take her under a tree or something,"

Woosung cocked a brow, a sly smirk curling at his lips as he stopped in his tracks. Iseul stopped a couple steps after him, her gaze profoundly captivating.

"Is that what you want, Iseul?" he asked, taking a step closer. She wasn't intimidated as she had been with Yung, though she couldn't help the apprehensive pinching swirling in her gut as he looked at her that way. Something within him suddenly changed, shifting from the familiar, carefree Woosung to a more primal and instinctual version of himself.

She liked it a lot.

"... Maybe I do," she replied truthfully, "What would you say if I told you that... I only ever wanted you to be my mate?" she took a step closer as well.

Woosung though he was dreaming, he must've been. But the prickling breeze and the howls wailing over his head assured him over otherwise.

His excitement began to grow again, he cursed at himself for wearing fitted jeans because he knew that Iseul would be able to pick out the tent in his pants if she looked.

"I would say that I've longed to hear you say that for nearly my entire life," he admitted, bringing his chilled hand up to her cheek. Her skin wasn't as hot as before but she still felt so warm, the blood on her neck still tacky as his fingers fluttered down to her collarbone.

"How about I give you a five minute head start?" he offered.

Iseul gulped at his words, suddenly feeling her blood rushing to her cheeks. She was elated when the flecks of yellow and gold reappeared in his irises. She bit at her inner lip, a newly renowned adrenaline bubbling in her gut.

"A whole five minutes?" she queried, "Are we feeling confident?" she brought her hand to his chest, fingers flexing against the indent of his pectorals.

"Very," he leaned in, approaching her lips with his own. Iseul's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, waiting imminently to be lured into his trap before he whispered into her ear, "Your time starts now,"

Like a shot, Iseul pivoted on her heel and swiftly disappeared into the woods once again, a surge of renewed vitality propelling her as she ran. Woosung never truly appreciated the expression "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," more than he had in that moment, her slim physique but a flashing memory before his eyes though nevertheless her smell was still thick in his nose.

Iseul wasn't sure where she was going, much like previously she was itching to get as far away as fast as she could. Only difference here was she found herself laughing as she ran, coursing with giddy. She knew Woosung was a formidable hunter, he'd be on her in no time. Nevertheless, the chase this time was a little more more tantalizing than the last. She leapt over thrushes and ducked around trees, running until her legs burned and her chest began to tighten. She was excited, but it didn't mean that she was going to make this easy for him.

She finally stopped when she came to a clearing, dimly lit from the reddened tinge of the moon. The cacophony in the air had diminished, with many of her fellow betas either having found their own partners or chosen to remain hidden. Meanwhile, she was certain that numerous males had surrendered and retreated back. It was probably somewhere after midnight now, maybe closer to one in the morning? So much had already happened in such little time and yet Iseul still had so much energy to burn, anticipation prickling at her spine as she cased the area. There was no sound, not even a smell.

Iseul became nervous after ten minutes of waiting, wandering around the trees or stopping to stare up at the moon. She waited for the first whiff, the first crack of a twig or squelch of mud, giving her ample time to take off should she need to. If she even wanted to.

Her head whipped around when she heard a snapping in the distance, her apprehension elevated as she began to back out of the moonlight.

And then she smelled him. He was here.

She froze suddenly when her back made contact with something unexpected — not a tree trunk, but a chest. Almost immediately his scent overwhelmed her, the tip of his cold nose brushing softly across the unscathed side of her neck, her warm breath eliciting goosebumps over her skin. All thoughts of running vanished in a snap, her baser instinct taking over as his arms wrapped around her slim figure.

"Does it count now?" he tittered into her ear, his tone low and laced with a darker promise.

"Yes. Now it counts," she muttered, her voice just brushing above a whisper, "You took your time,"

"I wanted you to feel like you were winning," he teased, turning her so they came nose-to-nose. His face was infinitely closer now, maybe because her fingers were pressed against his nape, subtly pulling him lower. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices were trickling into her pants.

“I think I did win,” she looked at his lips. She loved the deep dimples in his cheeks; she had wanted to kiss them since she first noted them.

“We both did,”

She nodded, her fingers sliding under the edge of his t-shirt.

He shivered as he laid his lips against hers, simply pressing them there, pushing them gently against her own before disclosing them slightly with a barely-there lick. He moved back an inch to look at her, make sure she was alright.

Iseul's eyes were closed, her cheeks soft and warm under his palms, her lips inviting and thicker now that blood was rushing to them. Just as Woosung realized he wanted to stare at her some more, her eyelids lifted gently. Looking at his lips, she stretched forward, laying a peck on his dimpled smile before breathing out and sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

His growl was inhuman once he felt the warmth of her mouth on his tender skin. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her closer while his other palm landed against the small of her back, her legs open so he could slot his hips between them, his pelvis meeting hers eagerly.

“Dammit. You’re beautiful,” he moaned, his mouth tracing her jaw. His mind raced at the thought all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate.

She nodded and stretched her neck for him, offering him her throat. He bit instantly -- without breaking the skin this time, not even giving her time to think about it, causing her to moan and press her crotch against anything that could dull the edge of pleasure.

His hands went from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly, "Jump,"

"What?"

"Jump!" Iseul barely had her feet off the ground before his large hands held her fast against him, her legs wrapping around his torso. Then his knees were in the ground, using his core strength to lay her down under the tree canopy. He hissed when his muscles released.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, ready to fuss over him.

He shook his head curtly, “Listen, I don’t care about how far we go, okay? We can take this as slow as you want, we don't even --”

“Let’s play it by ear, mh?” she cooed, cupping his cheek as he kneeled over her.

He nuzzled his cheek against her palm, “Let’s do that," and he went in for another kiss.

She was teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, making him frown as he tried to chase after her, “You've always been like a kid chasing for a treat, haven't you?”

“Just kiss me, you tease!” Woosung chuckled as he grabbed her face, pushing his open mouth against hers, his tongue making its way between her teeth, against her palate, caressing hers lewdly, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.

Iseul's hips grounded against his naturally, his palms lowering to grab her ass and lead you through the motion.

His own hips shyly pushing into hers caused her blood to boil, her skin flushed as her body temperature skyrocketed, “Keep moving on me,” he huffed out, his right hand leaving her hip to tease the hem of her shirt, “Can I?” he asked, waiting at the threshold of the naked skin below.

“I can take it off if you’d like,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

“God, yes,”

The shirt was gone in a second, leaving her flushed chest clad only in her bra.

His focus went to her breasts immediately, “Oh.”

Iseul smirked and laid her hand on his, leading it to her left mound, making his fingers grab onto it, “You can squeeze it,”

He nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in the soft material. She was glad her bra was a thin cotton piece; she could feel him closer, harder, better.

Woosung watched her expression as he started massaging the flesh, gripping it energetically and pulling whimpers from her lips. He stopped immediately, “Too hard?”

She shook her head and giggled, “No, it's perfect. It’s perfect when it hurts just a little— Just like that, uh…” her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, “Just fine, Woosung. Damn perfect,”

He grinned, rutting his hips harder against her, “You like when it hurts?”

She hummed, too busy finding the perfect angle to meet his thrusts. “Kinda,”

Experimenting, he felt for her nipple pushing against the fabric before pinching it between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper even more. Her jaw fell slack before her back arched, her hand coming over her lips, a weak purr leaving her throat.

“Harder?” he asked, his free hand helping her grind against his thigh, gripping her asscheek, squeezing it, “Do you need it to hurt more? Better?”

She was far too gone to actually formulate sentences, no matter how small. The feel of his cock hardening, lengthening against her core was far too intense. She could feel it twitch and stretch, pressed against the zipper.

“Iseul,” he called for her attention.

She gave a small moan that meant both pleasure and acquiescence.

Deliberately, attentively, he pushed the cup of her bra down, studying the tender, thin skin of her breast while his lips pressed into her neck, leaving trails of kisses as he caressed her breasts, her hips, everywhere he could reach. He lolled his tongue out and managed to lick her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

“Fuuuck, Woo, please, God… Just fuck me. I wanna cum. I— please. Make me feel good, Woo,”

He liked hearing her beg for him, he liked it way more than he ever thought he would. Somehow her pleas hit so much deeper within him. Maybe it was because she always looked so independent and self-sufficient, that feeling needed by her turned him on so wildly and inexplicably.

He nudged her left nipple with his lips, teasing it softly before sucking it into his mouth. The moan she emitted made his hips jut forward, a low grunt echoing in the air as he reckoned he needed to take his jeans off, still, having her warm torso against his was too much of a revelation for him to part from her hot skin.

Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Her body grew heavier at every movement trying to keep herself focused while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.

The wolf knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. This girl did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Woosung was swift as he popped the buttons on her jeans, shoving her pants impatiently until he had her fully, vulnerable to him. His tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.

Iseul felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her pine, her body jerking. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub, coaxing light moans to slip out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair, “Woosung…”

His moan rattled vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Woosung broke from his light snacking and bit into her thighs, a little treat just for him.

The smaller wolf giggled affectionately, caressing his head before he crawled over her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Woosung strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Her lust blown, golden eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.

“Spread your legs,” he only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making, elated as her head fell back, “You want it, baby?”

Iseul nodded frantically.

“I can’t hear you," his tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her, but he wanted to hear her beg again.

“Yes, I want it...” she jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly, “I want it so bad,"

She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every all the time. It was almost magical how Iseul had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Woosung pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing, making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow, letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, caging over his mate as he relished in her warm walls.

Iseul held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening, she had him snug inside of her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.

Their foreheads pressed together softly as Woosung whispered, “Is this good?”

She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”

The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against skin ever so slightly. Woosung shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek, nosing at the base of her neck near her previous bite. His tongue drifted over the dried blood.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, “I wanna' mark you again. Can I?”

“Please, Woo,” she begged, wrapping her arms around him,“Do it”

“Good girl,” He cooed.

When he opened his mouth and bit down — her voice echoed in a heavy cry, laced in pure lust and ecstasy. Woosung groaned, his knot sensitive as she clenched and pulsed around him. Her blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.

She now had matching marks, teeth punctures on either side of her neck.

And she fucking loved it.

“You're mine. You're all fucking mine,” he whispered breathlessly, still thrusting into her steadily.

“I'm yours,” she cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I always have been...”

Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the beta pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs around his waist.

Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Woosung leaned in closer, Iseul muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.

Woosung felt her walls clench around him, already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal, pawing at her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.

“Cum inside me…” she whimpered, her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.

Her adorable whisper was all it took for the wolf to finally come undone, filling his mate up with his seed in sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.

“... That's it,” Iseul giggled, brushing his shaggy hair out from his eyes, "We're stuck together,"

Woosung's boyish grinned returned, his nose poking into the crook of her shoulder again as he collapsed on top of her. His scalding body was a surreal contrast to the cold, wet ground beneath her. All traces of the dominant wolf had vanished from his eyes, irises still flecked with gold as they adored her.

"You're mine," he cooed, laying a kiss over her pulse point, "You're so much more than just my mate, Iseul,"

"So are you," she awed, "I'm curious, though..."

"What about?" he asked.

She didn't want to ruin the mood they had, but she had to know, "... If we didn't mate tonight, would you have picked somebody else?"

Woosung gulped, not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time, to the point that he rarely noticed the appearances of the other female betas. While he acknowledged their attractiveness, he also realized that many people were indeed "pretty." Nobody even came close to Iseul's beauty, “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you,”

Iseul giggled, swatted at his bicep, “You didn't know what I tasted like until now.”

“No, but you smelled really fucking good,” he smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose, “I thought I lost you earlier… just for a second,”

Her head shook with dismay, "No one's gonna' mess with us, now. I’m yours now, remember?” she lay a small kiss on his chest.

Woosung caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own, “You’re mine,"

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kpopimaginings · 20 days

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Coachella - Woosung (Sammy)

A/N: My first The Rose writing. Big thanks to anon for requesting, and especially for requesting my bias!

Playing Coachella was a big deal for The Rose, but what made it an even bigger deal for Woosung was that he had you there with him.

The guys were getting ready and hyping themselves side stage and you were right there with them to offer encouragement.

"I'm kind of nervous," Woosung admitted to you as he bounced up and down to release some of the nervous energy.

"You'll do amazingly, babe, you always do," you assured him.

"Thanks," he smiled back at you. "I don't know whether you watching makes it better or worse."

"Oh, don't worry about that. As soon as you head on stage, I'm going for a wander to see who else is playing," you joked.

Woosung quickly grabbed your wrist, as if he thought you were actually going to leave. "You wouldn't dare."

You took a step closer to him, "Wouldn't I? If me being here makes you nervous, maybe I should."

The words had barely left your lips when you found yourself caught in a short but passionate kiss.

"You won't," he asserted.

"Hm, promise me more of that when the sets done, and I definitely won't."

He shot you that cheeky smile you loved so much before retorting. "Maybe you'll need to stay here to find out."

The moment was broken by Dojoon calling your boyfriend away. You couldn't stop the smile the formed on your face as The Rose readied themselves and headed out on stage. As much fun as it was to tease your somewhat possessive boyfriend, you were so proud of him and band that you would never have missed this performance.

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coffeedepressionsoup · 10 months

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Somebody does love | MYG - They Meet

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.

This is the one where the two meet for the first time. Part 2 of Somebody Does Love.

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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 3k+

Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of

Ratings - 13+

A/N - Apologies for the late update. But do let me know in the comments what you think of the chapter and what direction you want to see the narrative flow in. Also, this is not proofed, please excuse typos, tense, and grammar errors. And if you liked it, please please please engage with the post. Comment, like, repost. Your engagement is the sole reason I am pushed to write.

Your flight landed with a two-hour delay at 5 pm at the Incheon airport. After collecting your baggage and going through customs, you shot a text to your friend and waited near one of the cafes inside the airport for the crowd to die down. In about 10 minutes you lugged your bags behind you, pulling your mask further up your nose and pulling the bucket hat to right above your eyes.

It didn’t take long to spot Sammy. Dressed in all black, he had a casual gait that only he could have. It also helped that he carried a little cat poster. You could see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he saw you walking out, which mirrored your own.

“Oh it’s so good to finally have you here!” he said while hugging and slightly managing to lift you off the ground.

“I know. But I am so hungry and nervous and I have such a bad headache,” you mumbled into his jacket shoulder.

“Let’s get you washed, fed and rested. Come on,” he chuckled patted your back and took one of your bags before starting walking towards his car. Ah! His car. A black 2022 Maserati Ghibli Modena. One that he has been yapping about for months on end.

You honestly found it ridiculous. The inordinate amount of money people would pay to procure “luxury” items always confounded you. Sure, wealth commands a certain amount of comfort- Your brain stopped as soon as you sat down on the passenger’s seat of the car. Your ass was far more comfortable than it has ever been on any bed or couch that you have ever owned. Maybe you can allow yourself to see why someone would spend hundreds and thousands of dollars on a car.

Sammy closed the back of the car, with all your bags safely tucked in, and walked over to the driver’s seat. He saw you leaning back onto the seat with your eyes closed. He smirked behind the mask and sat down, swiftly starting the car.

“Still think this was an unnecessary splurge?” his mask had come off and he had that wide eye-crinkling smile.

“Maybe not,” you smiled to yourself. “How far is your place from here?”

“About an hour, with the school and office traffic now, some more.”

“My dead body will enter your residence, Kim Woosung,” you groaned and pulled at the seatbelt in annoyance. Both your mask and hat were now on your lap. Your head felt like the persistent beating of 500 drums all at once.

“Try to take a nap, I will play your sleep playlist,” he suggested.

You could not move another muscle to bother with a response. His reply was like a command. With your eyes shut, you shifted your shoulders to place your neck relatively comfortably. The last thing you remember is the comforting, low hum of white noise filling up the space around you.

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You walked out of the SNU campus, your colleague and friend Samairah in tow. She is the reason you are in Seoul in the first place. You met at an academic conference in Edinburgh when you were still PhD researchers. Dr Samairah Nazli is now a full-time professor of Gender Studies at the prestigious Seoul National University.

“It is just a contract for the coming academic year, Y/N! Come on! You will also get to spend time with Sammy.” You had scoffed back at your friend over the video call last November when she said her department wanted to invite you as a Visiting Professor for their newly-introduced Feminist Economics course and the existing Gender and Media course that a now-retired professor used to handle.

But a week later when you found yourself in a virtual meeting with the Dean, Department Head and the Vice Chancellor, the opportunity did seem intriguing. They did want to eventually offer you a full-time position. You would be tenured at 32! Also, you can work with Samairah again, after working on your first book together, you knew you would work together again.

And of course, you get to spend time with Sammy. One of your best friends. Kim Woosung of The Rose. But only Sammy to you. Crazy to think that you only met him about three years ago, at Friar Park of all places on the planet, but lord, did you love that dude to bits.

“Wanna grab a drink?” Samairah asks, as you both head towards the subway station.

“No, meeting the broker again.”

“This will be the 8th place she’s showing you?”

You shook your head as you dug in your pockets for the cigarette case. “No. Ninth.”

You lit a cigarette and said, “I really want to finalise a place and settle down before the semester begins.”

“Tough to do all that in what- 12 days now?” she counted the days mentally and grabbed the smoke you held out for her to counter.

“I wish I were a millionaire at times like these,” you took back the smoke and gave it a long drag as you stopped at the crossing. Samairah would go straight from here to catch her train and you will take a left and meet Hwang Seul-gi. Your realtor. Broker. Currently, the most important person in your life.

You could have opted to stay at the Siheung-Si staff residence for part-time and visiting faculties, but that would mean you would spend half the day in transit. And you hated transit. Motion made you sick. So yes, car trips with you are absolute joyrides for your friends.

You also wanted time to work on the manuscript of the next book you are planning. And you want enough time to sleep. God, you wish to have a carefree night of sleep soon. Not that Sammy’s guest room is bad, it is comfortable, and luxurious even when you consider the free cuddles from Woolfie, but it still is not a place of your own.

Although Sammy argued the opposite back when you told him about your year-long relocation to Seoul. He wanted you to live as roommates. Even offered you to pay for house-sitting in mirth, for all the times he would be away on tour.

Again, you loved the guy. But his social butterfly stages of self are something you could take in small doses. You knew what his schedule was like, how many people dropped by for work at his home studio, and even just because to share drinks. But a whole year of it would drive you mad. So Sammy finally gave up trying to convince you and connected you to Seul-gi.

The lovely Seul-gi who yet again showed you a wonderful place, reasonably near the campus. But the deposit itself would require you to sell both your kidneys, maybe an eye and even a good chunk of your liver.

It was almost 7:30 by the time you left the apartment complex and headed towards Sammy’s place. You could take a cab, but the crisp late February air made a nice weather for a walk. You were passing through a park, almost deserted at the time, when you heard a noise that alerted you.

It sounded like someone was struggling. Some animal. You could hear low grunts, probably a puppy or a kitten, but you looked around and saw nothing immediately. The noise continued so you stopped and tried to follow the direction of the sound.

You reached a bush at the side of the pathway and were sure that this was the location. But the sun was already down. Dim yellow lights sparsely lit the park pathway, enough for people to look and walk, but not enough to see within the bushes.

By the noise you could now tell that there was also a metal scraping noise, but barely so. You turned on your phone's flashlight but still saw nothing. You looked around but saw no one. Trying your best to not step on any of the plants, you entered the bush and squatted down with the flashlight.

“Hey, are you okay?” a low but heavy voice from above you startled you and the phone almost dropped from your grip as you stood up to see who it was. A man donning all black with a mask, a cap and a hoodie looked right back at you. Only his eyes were visible and the eyes were filled with concern. In the commotion of your entry into the bush and stomping around, ever so mildly within it had now increased the noise.

It sounded like a distressed kitten. You looked back down and could see one of the drainage grills under the dense foliage of the bush. You looked back up at the stranger and said, “I think a kitten has fallen into the drain.”

Before the man could respond, you squatted back down again and saw the drain and beady little eyes inside it clearly this time. You put down your bag beside you on the ground and put all your effort into pulling the iron rungs up. You could feel it move a little, but not enough to dislodge it.

“Hey baby, don’t worry. I will get you out of there,” you cooed through your laboured breath. By now, the stranger had joined you. You both exchanged glances and without saying a word you went in and pulled at the grille together at the same time. It seemed a lot easier with the two of you having pulled at it. With one arm, the stranger shifted the grille aside.

You peered down the drain and extended your arm to grab the kitten. The poor being was scared and cold and probably even more traumatised by all the strange and sudden commotion. You leant down completely, with your stomach on the ground and lowered yourself into the opening up to your shoulders to grab the kitten with both your hands.

The man next to you extended a cautious arm as if to make sure you don’t fall in. Well, the opening was not big enough for you to fall into. But you could get weirdly stuck. But soon he saw your body lifting up and his extended hand hovered over your body, never touching, but ready to help if needed.

You came back up with a feisty calico kitten in your hands who initially made a few tiny scratches on your palm but was now just shivering. The man beside you promptly took off the work jacket he was wearing over his hoodie and handed it towards you. How many layers is he wearing? A small part of your mind wandered, but you quickly grabbed it from him, giving him a thankful smile and wrapped the kitten up in the jacket and held her close to your body, for maximum warmth.

You looked down at the ground near your feet where your bag was and before you could bend over to grab it, the man swooped in and said, “I got this.”

After you stepped out of the bush, you turned to the man again and said, bowing politely, “Thank you for your help.”

“No problem at all. I have two cats of my own, I know the fear of losing them” he said in a calm but understanding tone. You looked at his eyes more closely while he talked, you could have sworn you had met him before, but didn’t know where.

You shook your head and replied, “Oh no, this is not my cat.” And then you explained the noise you followed. The man nodded his head and looked around probably thinking the same thing that you were. “Do you think the mother is around here somewhere?” you asked.

“If she were, she wouldn’t be too far away.”

You looked back down at the kitten, who had stopped shivering now but was still covered in a considerable amount of mud and dirt. You also considered checking if she was chipped and if the person could be notified if she was already a pet. “Do you know of any vet nearby? I am new here, so-”

“Yes, it’s on my way. I will drop you,” he held his arm out to point in the general direction of where you were headed to go back to Sammy’s. You started walking and the man joined you. Out of the park, and having crossed two traffic signals and taken two right turns, you reached the vet’s chamber. It was reasonably empty. You put your name in the register and waited.

The man sat in a chair next to you but one. He looked over to see you making conversation with the kitten. Of course, she won’t be able to say if she lost her mother or forgot her way home. But the sing-song voice you used clearly worked. He could see the large dark beady eyes of the kitten staring back at your face with wonder and trust.

He too looked at your face with wonder and felt a strange sense of trust and comfort. When he saw a person climb inside a bush at a more or less empty park on a random Thursday evening, he half expected it to be a madman. But when he peered in and saw the glow of a flashlight, he grew more curious.

He noticed how a part of your right elbow was scraped slightly, not that you seemed to notice. He also saw the muddy bits on your beige outfit. And then looked again at the kitten wrapped in his jacket, on your lap.

“Y/N,” the receptionist called out. You stood up and turned towards the man and gave him a curt nod. He blinked several times before nodding back at your retreating figure and gulped down a deep breath. Did you catch him staring? Even if you did, you didn’t let it show. Y/N. Y/N. He repeated the name in his head a couple of times.

It was only after the doctor examined the kitten and told you that she has no chips, and is healthy but is slightly malnourished, that you realised you have so far, that is almost in 30 to 40 minutes’ time, not once asked for the man's name - the stranger in black, now at pet clinic reception.

You just followed a stranger through a dimly lit park and ended up where you are now. When put that way, doesn’t sound like the safest thing to do.

The groomers had taken the kitten to another room to clean her up. The vet wrote up some supplements that the kitten could be given and asked you to wait outside. You walked out and saw the man, right where he was, hugging your bag on his lap, scrolling through his phone. Cap, mask and hoodie - still intact. You went up to him and sat in the seat next to him but one.

“Thanks for looking after my bag,” you smiled.

The man looked up at you and held the bag out, you could see the crinkles of his smile near his eyes. “Is she alright?” he asked.

You explained whatever the doctor said.

“Are you going to keep her then?”

Your eyes widened comically and then it dawned on you. You don’t even have a place for yourself. Where the fuck are you gonna keep her? And if the mother was still around, she would likely not be malnourished, so it is not like you can hope to reunite her with her mom.

Sammy would not mind, for now, you knew. But Woolfie? How would he react?

Seeing you stunned, the man chuckled, “You hadn’t really thought so far, had you?”

“Not really. My immediate instinct was to just release the kitten. But she’s so small and frail, I cannot possibly let her be anywhere else. But-”

Before you could say anything else, one of the groomers approached you, with the kitten now in a cosy, little carrier, all clean and dried. And he carried the jacket she was wrapped in, in the other hand.

You thanked him and then turned to the man next to you and looked guiltily down at the jacket on your right hand. “I am sorry about this. I will get it dry-cleaned and return it to you. And also, I am sorry I didn’t catch your name till now. I am Y/N Y/L/N," you draped the jacket over your other forearm and extended your arm for a shake.

“HI Y/N, I am Min Yo-,” he choked on his words before he cleared his throat and said taking your hand and giving it a firm shake, “I am Min Yong-Ho.”

You smiled back and walked out of the vet clinic. “I go this way now,” you pointed towards the left.

“Oh I go the opposite way,” you could see the hint of a smile but also maybe apprehension.

You had bought cat food worth a week, food bowls, a litter box, litter pellets and a small cat bed. You requested the store to deliver the items to Sammy’s address. In the meantime, you had texted the bare bones of your encounter to him. So he was ready to greet a kitten into his home by the time you went back and for the time being had locked his bedroom door, where Woolfie was fast asleep.

You nodded and asked the man, “So, Yong-ho, how do I return your jacket?”

The man looked around, eyes seeming frantic, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Until finally he pointed at a cafe on the opposite side of the road. “How about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?”

“Sure, I will bring back a spick and span jacket, I promise,” you said and asked, “6 PM sounds good?”

“6 PM sounds perfect,” the man nodded and waved back at you as you went your way - the kitten in the carrier in one hand, his jacket in the other and your bag, now draped as a sling across your body. He doesn’t know how long he stood there. But he kept staring your way for five seconds longer after your silhouette disappeared over the horizon.

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Layover - Moodboard • Woosung x gn!reader

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Lyric Scenario - I like your face

Post Date: 26th October 2022 Content: Suggestive - Kim Woosung x Reader WC: 0.7K TW?: Mentions of alcohol/ Making out Request?: Yes

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Lyric references are highlighted in bold

Woosung catches you out of the corner of his eyes at the bar, drink in hand as he hums to himself, liking the view of you that he was getting. You stand out to him in the middle of the crowd, no one catching his attention quite like you're doing.

You were a regular at his bar, and it was a happy surprise to him that you turned up once again, happy enough that he was going to get the chance to speak to you.

Of course, you knew who he was, who didn't? You purposely go to this bar just to get some eye candy from the guy you thought would never give you the light of day until tonight.

Realising he's walking over towards you, your heart flutters as the faintest shade of pink flushes your cheeks, luckily enough you had already put a bit of blush on so it wasn't so noticeable.

"Back again?" he smirks, signalling to the barman to get you a refill of your drink, free of charge of course as he generously hands it over to you the second it's made.

You're heart stops for a moment, not realising he's noticed you in here before, you guessed he remembers a lot of his regular's faces but this time, it was different. Tiny whispers hiss around you, people stopping in their tracks to see what their favourite bar owner is doing with a girl like you.

"Ah, look at that. All eyes on you," he scoffs, and with a flick of his fingers, the place goes back to normal, wanting it to be as private between you as possible in the middle of the bar.

"Thank you, for the drink," you shyly reply, switching your gaze between the drink in your grasp and his handsome face, his features perfectly proportioned on his face, it was sickening.

He smiles at you, winking at you as he slowly sips out of his own glass, you follow suit by taking a sip of yours, hands trembling slightly as your breath does the same.

"I hear your breath trembling, do I make you nervous?" his cocky tone makes your spine shiver, biting your lip slightly as you try your best to ignore it.

All of a sudden, you're pulling in close to him with his hand firm on your waist, "How would you like to go somewhere quieter, more private maybe?".

As much as you wanted to do so, your nerves get the best of you, wondering what people would think of you if you had left with him, "I should really get going soon".

He clicks his tongue, leaning in close to you, "Come on girl, I'm sure you don't need to leave now, no need to hurry," his voice like butter making your pant a little.

The temptation is there and he knows it, taking your hand as he directs you out of the bar, into the staff only second towards his office.

When the door closes behind you, he sets his drink down on his desk, looking at you like you were the most perfect person in the world, his hand reconnects to your hip, the other hand joining on the opposite side.

Looking at your lips, he bites his own, "I like your face, your red lips like cherry," he whispers, face inching closer to your own, your mind racing as you were tempted to close it fully.

You didn't have to worry about that the second his lips connected with yours and you really couldn't fight it, indulging at the moment and any worries of this being the worst decision in your life were non-existent as long as he had his lips on yours.

As your lips mould together, tongues swirling around each other, you're guided towards the desk being pressed against it as you're hoisted up onto it, the kiss turning heated the second he lifts your leg around his waist.

He breaks from the kiss for a moment, a smirk plastered on his face, his voice deep but smooth, "I've been waiting for this moment, to see your flashy kissing skills. Maybe, before the night is over, we could share a very special moment".

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Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 10.7K

Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphics

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Chapter 6

Namjoon sits next to you in the middle row of the air taxi while Jimin and Yoongi are in the back. It’s a pretty quiet trip aside from Professor Oak asking you what you are most excited to do. Today is a travel day with no set plans once you arrive in Kanto. Professor Oak wants to give you the night to settle into your hotel and explore the city a bit before you head to the gym tomorrow.

As the air taxi descends towards Saffron City, you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Professor Oak’s question lingers in your mind, and you find yourself pondering what exactly you are most excited about. You want to explore what the city has to offer and make yourself a better trainer. There might not be enough time to do all the things you want, but you will try to pack as much into these three weeks as you can.

The landing is smooth, and soon you’re stepping out into the bustling city streets of Saffron City. You peek to your right to see a nervous look on Namjoon’s face. Stepping closer to him you rest a hand on his muscular bicep and his breath hitches.

“It’s going to be okay, Joon.”

His face relaxes and a small smile takes over. You are glad your words can bring comfort to him. Professor Oak leads the way to your hotel, a skyscraper just a few blocks away from the gym. After checking in, you head up to your room, feeling a new wave of excitement. You freshen up planning on exploring the city by yourself.

A knock on your door diverts your plan. When you are ready to leave you open the door to see Namjoon and Yoongi. Why is Yoongi standing in front of you? You will be civil for the sake of the Oak’s Club, but you don’t want to spend your free time with him if you don’t have to. Namjoon alone would be much better company. “Somehow Jimin has already sexiled us.” Namjoon says with slight irritation seeping into his tone. He pinches the bridge of his nose before looking back at you. “So, let’s go explore the city.”

“Jimin works fast, huh?” You laugh stepping out of your hotel room to follow.

“It helps that he fucks anything that moves.” Yoongi mutters and your eyes shoot daggers at him. Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice as he leads you towards the entrance of the hotel. Your ex boyfriend’s expression changes when he realizes the weight of what he’s just said. He used to be so careful with his words. What happened to the man you used to love? “Oh, YN, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Why are you even here?” You ask, catching his arm and pulling him to a stop.

“Because I miss you.” Yoongi says softly and you scoff. He doesn’t deserve to miss you. He lost that privilege the moment he left you. “Do you really want me to go away?”

“It’s your own fault you miss me.” You reply, eyes glancing towards where Namjoon has stopped at the door that leads outside. He is watching your interaction but is too far away to hear what is being said. You are grateful that he is giving you the space to talk this out privately. “You can do whatever you want, but just know you are ruining my vibe with your presence.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Yoongi says, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Stay safe. I don’t care what terms we are on, I'm always a call away.”

“Bye.” You say turning on your heel to join Namjoon at the door.

Your heart aches knowing he still cares for you. Would he really come if you called? Even after the strong signals you’ve been giving him since you came to school? Then again if Yoongi called you for help you would come without question. It would take something very serious for him to ever call you when he was in trouble. Part of you wonders if you can ever really stop caring about the person who was your best friend for many years before he was your boyfriend.

“Everything okay?” Namjoon asks, secretly thrilled that Yoongi is no longer tagging along.

You nod, trying to shake off the lingering annoyance and dredged up feelings from the encounter with Yoongi. “Yeah, just the same old shit. Let’s forget him. Show me around!”

He smiles, offering you his arm. “Gladly, let’s go.”

You lace your arm through his and the two of you step out into the lively streets of Saffron City. The evening air is filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter from the many people enjoying the city around you. You decide to wander aimlessly, taking in the sights and sounds. Namjoon seems to have a story for everything you ask about. He is a great guy, making you laugh with his witty remarks and engaging you in conversations about things he’s never spoken about before.

Namjoon leads you towards a bustling night market filled with food stalls. The delicious aroma makes your stomach grumble, and Namjoon suggests trying some of the local delicacies. You eagerly agree, and soon you’re sampling various dishes, sharing bites and stories. He feeds you bites of food and you can feel your cheeks flushing. You are having a great time exploring Namjoon’s hometown with him by your side.

As the night progresses, you find yourselves in a cozy park, sitting on a bench under the starlit sky. Namjoon’s warm hand is loosely wrapped around yours playing with your fingers.The conversation drifts to more personal topics, and you find yourself opening up to Namjoon about Yoongi. You tell him as much as you’ve told Hiyyih about why you and Yoongi broke up. He listens attentively, waiting to ask any questions until you are finished.

“He still hasn’t told you?” Namjoon asks, looking at your hands instead of into your eyes. “You would think if he really wanted you back he would just tell you.”

“Whatever he has to say isn’t going to change things between us, but I still want to know.” You admit, wishing Yoongi would spill so you can stop thinking about him so often. “Thank you for listening. I think this explains my reluctance to be around him.”

Namjoon nods understandingly, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. “It’s natural to want closure, especially after a relationship as important to you as the one you had with him. Sometimes, though, closure can come from within. It’s about finding peace with the situation, regardless of what he says or does.”

You sigh, tilting your head back to gaze up at the stars. Having incredibly insightful friend’s is a blessing. “I know you’re right. I just wish it didn’t still bother me so much.”

“It’s okay to feel that way, YN.” Namjoon reassures you. “He was a big part of your life, and sometimes it takes a big amount of time to fully move on. But, you will, in your own time.”

You smile gratefully at him, feeling a warmth in your chest that contradicts the chilly winter air surrounding you. “Thanks, Namjoon. You always know what to say.”

“I’m just glad I can be here for you. You’ve been there for me in more ways than you know.”

The moment lingers between you, the quiet of the park and the gentle rustle of the leaves creating a peaceful atmosphere. Eventually Namjoon breaks the silence pulling you off of the bench.

“Do you want to get a drink before we head back to the hotel?” He asks, a hopeful look in his eyes. “There’s a great bar just down the street.”

You nod, letting Namjoon keep his large hand wrapped around yours. “I’d like that.”

Hand in hand you walk down the dimly lit street until you reach the bar Namjoon was thinking of. It’s a small bar with a cozy atmosphere. There is smooth jazz music playing quietly in the background and plenty of seats are available for you. Namjoon guides you towards a booth in the corner where you take a seat. He walks away to order drinks and somehow you trust that he’s going to get you something you like. His baskets of goodies haven’t missed yet.

He comes back with two cocktail glasses with a pretty light pink liquid. He sets yours on the table in front of you before taking the seat across the table. He’s too nervous to sit beside you.

“This is the Saffron Siren.” Namjoon says, raising the glass to his lips to take a sip. “This place is known for its tasty drinks.”

You copy the movement letting the enticing sweet floral taste wash over your tongue. A pleased hum sounds from your lips. It is not something you would have chosen for yourself, but something you want more of. Namjoon watches your reaction carefully.

“This is so good!”

His smile widens at your reaction, pleased you are enjoying the drink. “I’m glad you like it. It’s one of my favorites.”

For a little while you sit in a comfortable silence enjoying your drinks and the calm atmosphere. Namjoon glances at you, happy to spend this time with you away from everyone else. He’s trying not to imagine this under different circumstances. He is trying not to think of this as if it was a date. That’s out of the question for now. Especially when he is going to see his ex-boyfriend tomorrow.

“This is really helping calm my nerves about being back in my hometown.” Namjoon says softly with an appreciative smile. “Thank you for being here with me.”

“I’m glad to be here with you.”

The two of you finish your drinks before heading back to the hotel. There’s no rush as you walk back. Namjoon is telling you stories of the mischief he used to get up to in this area and you feel like you are seeing a new side of him. Was the Namjoon that lived in this city different from the man you know now?

“Sleep well.” You say when you reach the door of your hotel room.

In a moment of thoughtlessness you stretch up onto your toes and kiss Namjoon’s cheek before quickly slipping away into your room. Namjoon stands there with his eyes wide open not being able to process what just happened. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that but you can’t take it back now. You wanted to kiss his cheek, so you did. He’s been a sweetheart and you are starting to feel like there is no one you’d rather spend time with.

The night replays in your mind as you get ready to go to sleep. This was the best note to start this trip on. Just as you are about to turn the light off there is a knock on your door. You glance at your phone seeing a message from Jimin. Clutching the door handle you open the door hoping that Jimin is alone. You are pleased when you reveal a lone Jimin who pushes into your room before you can invite him in.

“What did you do to Namjoon?” He asks without even a hello. Jimin takes a seat in the chair near the end of your bed. “He’s been sitting on our bed with his hand on his cheek since he came back.”

“I kissed his cheek.” You say nonchalantly. “What’s more important is how you managed to sexile Yoongi and Namjoon within twenty minutes of being here.”

Jimin crosses his arms furrowing his brow as he gives you a stern look. It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. This is definitely not the big deal he’s making it out to be. He must be exaggerating about Namjoon. You are just friends. It was friendly.

“No, what did you guys do? What do you mean you kissed his cheek? Where did that come from? I thought you were trying not to do that.”

Jimin looks at you, waiting for an answer as you try to collect your thoughts. You don’t think he is going to report back to Namjoon but you should still be careful about what you say. Giving Jimin the wrong idea is not something you want to deal with right now.

“We walked around the city and he was telling me stories of growing up here. He took me to a park and we watched the stars.” You watch his reaction as you speak but his face remains neutral. “I told him about Yoongi leaving and he was holding my hand. As always he knew exactly what to say. Then we went to get a drink before we came back here.”

“Then you kissed him on the cheek, sending him into shock.” Jimin replies and you huff falling back onto your bed.

“It just felt right to do it at that moment. It doesn’t have to mean anything. He has very kissable cheeks.” You reason sitting back up to look Jimin in the eyes. “Anyways…spill about whoever was in your room.”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you like he’s not satisfied with your story, but launches into his own story. He’s been talking to this girl on instagram for weeks who happens to be in Kanto at the same time the Oak’s Club was coming. Jimin has been planning to meet up with her ever since they realized they would both be in Saffron City at the same time.

“It was like a 6 out of 10.” He concludes after telling you probably more details than necessary. After having also slept with him you have far too good of a picture of exactly what he’s talking about.

“I’m afraid I regret asking that.” You say after a moment of processing. “Go back to your room, we have to get up early.”

Jimin blows you an air kiss then leaves the room. Once he’s gone you settle into bed mentally preparing yourself to meet the Kanto gym leaders. They are people just like Kai, but just like Kai they are incredibly powerful people. These leaders are going to help you become a more well rounded trainer so you can take on a different set of gym leaders. They could help give you the edge you need to dethrone your best friend’s brother.

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In the morning you put your hair up into a tight ponytail. You dress in your Oak’s Club jacket with black leggings before you leave your hotel room and meet up with the rest of the Oak’s Club. Professor Oak sent the group a message asking you to join him at the Saffron City Gym at 10. He has not detailed what to expect and that makes you a little bit nervous.

Before heading to the gym you eat breakfast with Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi. With Yoongi not saying a single word the meal is actually enjoyable. He is back to no smiles and almost glaring glances across the table.

“YN, did you name your Wooper yet?” Jimin asks when you are making your way towards the gym.

“When did you get a Wooper?” Yoongi asks, curiosity being the first expression you’ve seen on his face today. “I just caught a Wooper the day before yesterday.”

“Jungkook and I took a little trip together to Los Platos and I caught him there.” You say mostly to catch Namjoon up to speed because you had forgotten to tell him about this. “I decided to name him Bones.”

“Yoongi, what did you name yours?” Namjoon asks, trying to include him despite the attitude Yoongi clearly has against him. Another quality of this man.

“Her name is Sugar.”

Jimin questions this choice and you tune out watching Namjoon open the door for you. You thank him as you walk through the door. His smile is getting more nervous and you can tell that he is tensing up. What is worrying him so bad about coming to this gym? Surely his ex won’t be at the gym.

“Hello! Welcome to my gym!” Woosung Kim, leader of the Saffron City Gym, greets you when you step into the lobby. “Let’s movement into one of our battle areas. Professor Oak is waiting for us.”

Woosung has shaggy dark hair with the slightest wave. He is wearing a dark purple knit sweater with black jeans and chunky boots. He is even more handsome in person and you wonder how one person can have it all.

Namjoon stops breathing for a second the moment he sees his ex boyfriend. Woosung has only become more handsome since the last time Namjoon saw him. His hair is shaggier and he is standing with a new level of confidence Namjoon hasn’t seen before. Being a new gym leader changes people.

Woosung introduces himself to the group once you reach the battle area. Professor Oak is standing next to another researcher you think your mother has worked with before. Woosung begins telling you the story of how he became a gym leader. Woosung is the newest gym leader with just under a year under his belt. Instead of going to school he chose to train himself and was able to beat the gym leaders of Kanto. The Saffron City Gym leader before him was looking for someone to take over and after going through a rigorous test Woosung took over. He has already battled many trainers and very few have bested him.

Your eyes find Namjoon’s in your excitement to hear this story from a gym leader so close in age to you. Could this be you one day when you step away from the responsibilities of a champion? Something is off with Namjoon so you keep close by occasionally patting his shoulder as Woosung tells you what this week will look like.

“For our trainers, YN and Yoongi, you will be joining Matthew Kim, the Pewter City Gym leader, and I on a trip to Johto. Since our regions are connected, the ice path and Mount Mortar would be a fantastic place to give you a taste of what you will experience this spring. We will leave on Friday and return on Sunday. Until then we will be preparing you and making sure your teams are up to the challenge.”

Your eyes dart between your friends and Yoongi with excitement. There are so many different kinds of pokemon you could see on this journey. The ice path is a perfect opportunity to catch an ice pokemon you’ve been dreaming of to help elevate your team. Sure, being around Yoongi is not what you want but in this life you have to learn how to deal with difficult things. How can you ever be champion if you can’t even protect yourself from your own feelings? Namjoon’s face relaxes slightly when he locks eyes with you. His real smile returns as he looks back to the researcher in front of you.

“Jimin and Namjoon will be joining my team in our research facility. You will assist us in various research and testing over the next few weeks. This will give you a taste of what it is really like to work in the field you are currently studying.”

Woosung instructs us to take a look around and meet him back here in fifteen minutes. You think this is a little odd considering you just got here but you are not about to argue with the leader of this gym.

As soon as he’s done speaking Woosung swiftly pulls Namjoon aside. You wonder what that is about. They are the same age and were both raised here. Maybe they were friends in high school? But you think that is something Namjoon would have mentioned to you considering he knows how closely you follow many of the gym leaders. You take a seat at the side of the battle court watching as Namjoon and Woosung walk through a doorway.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Namjoon says once the door is closed. Woosung flicks on the light of the supply closet. Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest looking anywhere but into the eyes of the person that was once his everything. “There’s no reason to.”

“That’s fair, but I just feel some obligation to warn you that I’m dating one of the other gym leaders and they’ll be here soon.” Woosung says gently and Namjoon wishes that his heart didn’t sink. Namjoon looks down to see the soft expression on Woosung’s face. He really thinks this is some kind of kindness when Namjoon would rather not know. “I just don’t want you to be shocked.”

“Which one?” Namjoon whispers as if any answer will lessen the deep ache invading his chest. He takes a breath and asks another question. A more important one, because if he’s here he might as well ask while he has the chance. “How long?”

“The Pewter City Gym leader, Matthew. We didn’t make it official until May.”

Namjoon desperately fights to keep his composure knowing that means Woosung and Matthew officially starting dating weeks after he and Woosung hooked up for the last time. It’s not a good feeling even if Namjoon doesn’t want to rekindle their relationship. It was just a night of fun before Woosung could get to the man he really wanted.

“Oh…” Namjoon manages. “Nice. Thanks for letting me know.”

The two men stand in silence for a moment and Namjoon is hoping he will leave the closet. He’s hoping for a moment of alone time before he has to face his friends and Yoongi again. Of course, fate is not on his side and his ex boyfriend starts speaking again.

“I know this isn’t really my place but are you seeing YN? The way she looks at you reminds me of how I used to look at you.”

Namjoon’s brows knit together in confusion. He has no idea what Woosung means. Surely, he’s imagining that. He would have noticed if you were looking at him like that because he looks at you like that.

“It’s not like that, Woosung.” Namjoon mumbles because Woosung is the last person on earth he wants to be talking to about this.

“Do you want it to be like that?” He asks, once again catching Namjoon off guard.

As much as Namjoon wishes it was that simple, it’s not. You have a lot of things going on in your life. One of those things is still processing the feelings you have for your ex boyfriend. Namjoon does not want to overwhelm you when you’re still vulnerable. Especially, at such a pivotal time in your life when you are training for the thing you’ve dreamed of being since you were a child.

“It doesn’t matter what I want. She’s still getting over Yoongi and her happiness means more to me than getting my way.”

Namjoon means that sincerely. Getting closer to you makes him feel like maybe there is a chance for him to find love again, but he respects you too much to blatantly say how he feels right now. He doesn’t think he’s been subtle and when you are ready or want him to go away you’ll let him know.

“The one that hasn’t smiled since he got here?” Woosung laughs then returns to his more serious face. “Don’t live your life like you have a thousand years.”

Woosung pats Namjoon on the shoulder before exiting the closet leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts. He stands there for several minutes trying to gather himself into someone who can be trusted in the lab he is about to travel to. Namjoon pulls at his hair letting out a frustrated sigh. Why couldn’t Woosung just become a songwriter? When they were together Woosung talked about his dream of being in a band. That would have made Namjoon’s life a lot simpler at this moment. Woosung obviously still has the poetic charisma that once made Namjoon feel like the most special person in the world. If he didn’t know the sheer amount of self discipline Woosung has he would wonder how he accomplished this. Namjoon wonders if Woosung would still be here if he had decided to stay.

“Are you okay?” You ask Namjoon when he returns to the battle area. “What was that about?”

The brightness that usually shines from Namjoon’s eyes is missing. He doesn’t hold eye contact with you, instead letting his eyes dart to where Woosung is standing with the leader of the Pewter City Gym. So maybe he and Woosung weren’t friends? He wouldn’t be acting like this if they were.

“I’m okay.” He finally looks back into your eyes and you lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. Namjoon likes the feel of your hand on his shoulder much more than the feel of Woosung’s. “It’s nothing.”

“I’m here if you need to talk.” You say giving his shoulder a squeeze before turning away and joining Yoongi in front of the six gym leaders that are here.

The Viridian Gym leader, notably, is missing but you expected as much. He’s very elusive and when he does appear for trainer battles he is always wearing a mask and clothing that hides any identifiable traits. It’s something you try not to wonder about too much.

Jimin and Namjoon follow the researcher out of the building and you study each of the gym leaders. The Kanto gym leaders that are standing in front of you range in age from 19 to 28. Each of them has their own unique story as to how they earned this honor.

They introduce themselves to you but you already know their names. The Kanto Gym leaders are quite active on social media. There’s Matthew Kim of Pewter City who favors rock type, Nayeon Im of Cerulean City who battles with water type, Dahyun Kim of Vermillion City who uses electric type, Jiwoo Jeon of Celadon City who favors grass type, Jeonghan Yoon of Fuschia City who loves poison types, Woosung Kim of Saffron City who uses psychic types, and Heeseung Lee who battles with fire types.

Of the leaders in front of you Jeonghan, who you believe just turned 28 not too long ago, has been a leader for the longest amount of time. It’s been just over ten years since he took over the gym. The newest gym leader is Woosung who has not yet held the title for a year. To you it doesn’t matter how long they’ve been here. Each of them is incredibly strong and well respected.

“Can we meet your teams?” Woosung asks with an excited smile. “Let’s hear the stories of how they found you.”

You nod enthusiastically quickly doing what he asked. Each of your pokemon line up in a neat row beside you at your command and the gym leaders watch closely. You are pleased that your team listened to you so easily when you asked them.

Beside you Yoongi releases his team and you catch your breath because his team has grown beyond what you knew. Of course you know of the pokemon he brought to school, his Squirtle and the Wooper but he didn’t say anything about the Pawmi and Surskit patiently standing by his side. You suppose you haven’t given him much of a chance to talk about it with you. Something even more surprising stands out.

“When did Holly evolve into a Houndoom?” You ask with a twinge of sadness that might sound like concern.

This Houndour was Yoongi’s first pokemon. Yoongi’s father was given the egg by a breeder and Yoongi worked to hatch it himself. Until Yoongi left you had watched Holly’s whole life and it hurts that you've missed such a big milestone in her life. This also means Yoongi is training hard.

“The weekend you went to Hiyyih’s house.” Yoongi says, studying your team instead of looking into your eyes. He continues, but muttering as if he doesn’t really want anyone to hear. “I would’ve told you if you answered my messages.”

You introduce your pokemon instead of answering your ex. Matthew, Woosung and Jiwoo ask the most questions and you answer them quickly with confidence. Maybe other people would be nervous in a situation like this but you are glad to be speaking to such legends.

“And you Yoongi?” Jeonghan asks, prompting the gym leaders to turn their focus towards Yoongi.

Yoongi introduces each of his pokemon Holly the Houndoom, Crush the Squirtle, Sugar the Wooper, Tawni the Pawmi and Circus the Surskit. He caught the other pokemon in his free time while solo adventuring. There was a time when you would’ve been the first person he told about all of this, but now you are learning all of this in front of a bunch of other people. You wish this didn’t make your heart ache. This should be a happy time. If things were like they used to be, both of you would be so excited for each other.

“When was the last time you two battled each other?” Woosung asks, looking at Yoongi.

“Early March of last year.” You respond leaning down to pet Spark’s head as he rubs up against your leg.

“There was a lot of room for growth in that time.” Nayeon says, tapping her lips with her index finger. “Perhaps we should watch you battle.”

A fire of excitement burns through you at the thought of battling Yoongi again. It’s been so long and you have both been training so hard. This is bound to be a good battle. A confident smile works its way onto your face and you turn towards Yoongi who is looking at you with wide eyes.

You recall your pokemon and skip to the opposite side of the battle court. The gym leaders take a seat behind where Yoongi will stand once he gets his head in the game. You watch Yoongi pull in a deep breath before recalling his pokemon and walking to his starting position.

“Are you ready, YN?” Yoongi calls out, his voice full of confidence suddenly.

“Ready as ever!” You reply with a determined look. Thinking quickly you decide to call out Spark knowing that Yoongi is likely to send out his Squirtle first. Yoongi will assume you want to use Sriracha as an opener. “Let’s show them what we're made of, Spark!”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow for a moment before he regains his cool demeanor. “You’re in for a shock, YN. Go, Crush!”

You are in fact not shocked because this is exactly what you expected him to do. Spark’s mane ripples with electricity as Yoongi’s Squirtle takes a defensive stance. You waste no time commanding Spark to unleash a powerful spark. Crush tries to dodge, but the attack lands, sending a jolt through her tiny body. Spark has been training for a lot longer than Crush and it shows in the way Crush stumbles. Yoongi directs his pokemon to retaliate with water gun, which Spark soaks up with little damage.

Yoongi grins just like he used to when you battled each other. “Nice one, but we’re not done yet. Crush, tackle!”

“Spark, use Thunder Fang.” You call just quickly enough that your Luxio reacts before he gets tackled. Yoongi’s Squirtle isn’t able to handle the electric shock that accompanies Spark’s bite and faints.

Crush recalls into her pokeball and you quickly try to predict who Yoongi is going to send out next. Is he going to try to go full power or will he be more strategic about this. Before you can come to a conclusion he is already calling another pokemon to the battle court.

“Not bad, beautiful.” Yoongi calls with a hint of admiration in his voice. Your blood runs cold at the nickname and it takes everything in you not to walk across the court and slap him. “Let’s see how you handle this. Go, Sugar!”

Sugar emerges from her pokeball, eyeing Spark with determination. It’s hard for you to focus on the task at hand when Yoongi is being insufferable.

“Spark, use crunch!” You yell desperately but Yoongi’s Wooper is faster and mud bombs your Luxio before he can even react.

Spark stands shakily after being knocked down by the attack. He does manage to hit Sugar with crunch but it has little effect which pisses you off more. How is your type match up knowledge going down the drain just because he said one stupid word?

“Mud bomb again, Sugar! Spark is weak.” Yoongi calls and you hear Spark growl. You resinate with that. The Wooper hits Spark much harder than the last time and your pokemon is unable to stand back up. You recall Spark taking a deep breath.

The battle continues in a similar fashion, each of your pokemon is giving all they can in this intense battle, but you are not at your best. The gym leaders are watching with calculated glances. It’s obvious they are hiding any reaction they might be having.

Yoongi leads the battle making each of your pokemon faint until it’s just your Charmander against his Houndoom. Under normal circumstances maybe this battle would have lasted longer with these two pokemon. Holly is much stronger than Sriracha though, having been trained for years and years longer. Losing, especially against Yoongi, doesn’t upset you but tears are brimming at your eyes when you recall your fainted pokemon.

“That was a great battle!” Woosung calls from where he is seated on the ground. He stands and the other gym leaders follow the action. “We are going to step out. We’ll be back in five minutes and we can break down the strengths and weaknesses.”

The gym leaders file out of the battle area and Yoongi walks towards you stopping just over a foot away. He doesn’t say anything for a moment and you wish you weren’t having this reaction. How the fuck are you going to be champion if you want to cry when you lose?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you that nickname.” Yoongi says and his face falls into concern when you lift your head and he sees tears. Why can’t this be simple? Wouldn’t it be so much easier to forgive him? “YN, it’s okay. It’s just one stupid battle. You’ve beat me way more times than I’ve won.”

He’s not lying but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Its been so long since you battled each other and he obviously surpassed you during whatever he was doing last year. What could he have possibly been doing with his father that would give him this kind of edge?

“But it’s not okay. Six of the best gym leaders in the world just watched me choke over a stupid nickname you used to get into my head.”

Yoongi scoffs with a genuinely offended look towards you. You don’t want to take back the words because you believe they are true.

“It slipped out.” Yoongi says with an irritated expression. “I don’t need to use mind games with you. I mean it when I call you that and I always will.”

“Tell me where you were.” You demand knowing he will know what you are talking about without further elaboration.

“YN, again is this really the place?” Yoongi sighs, tugging at his hair. He locks eyes with you wanting you to hear his words. “I want to tell you but I have to make sure of some things before I can do that.”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend again?” You blurt out before you can think better of it.

Yoongi’s eyes widen and he begins nodding his head. Then he answers with no hesitation. “Yes, I miss you every day.”

“Tell me before this trip ends and I’ll think about it.”

There is absolutely no chance you are going to get back together with him, but if this is how you finally get the information out of him you think it's fair. He doesn’t say anything for a moment and you think he’s going to say some bullshit again but he doesn’t.

“Okay, I’ll find a way because I still lo-”

The gym leaders make a noisy entrance cutting off Yoongi’s sentence. You plaster a smile on your face and turn to listen to the criticism they have for you. Not taking their words to heart is difficult but you know you shouldn’t when they haven’t seen the best of you. Four gym leaders take Yoongi to another battle area and three stay with you.

Woosung, Matthew and Nayeon keep a steady stream of local trainers coming for the rest of the day. These battles are a lot more casual than the one with Yoongi. When one of the gym leaders has a comment they will pause the battle. After a few battles you are able to get your head fully back into battling. Out of the corner of your eye you can see impressed looks raising onto the leader’s faces. Matthew and Nayeon battle once and you feel grateful to watch these high level gym leaders facing off against each other.

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“YN, that was great!” Woosung praises after the last battle of the day.

The sun set hours ago and you are starving. You took very few breaks between battles wanting to get as much as possible out of the day. Nothing sounds better than a big meal and a hot shower right now.

“Thank you!” You reply, brushing a piece of your hair that fell away from your face. “I don’t think I’ve ever battled that many times in a row before.”

“Really? You and your pokemon have incredible endurance.” Nayeon says standing from her seat on the floor.

“Let’s continue this conversation over dinner.” Matthew says, rubbing his flat stomach.

You agree, following the gym leaders out of the building. Five minutes later you are seated at a restaurant and the gym leaders are talking casually to you. Nayeon has met your parents a few times when they were doing research in her hometown. It’s clear to you that Woosung and Matthew are more than friends from their lingering touches. They are both genuinely nice people who are extremely talented at what they do.

Namjoon shows up a few minutes later and takes a seat beside you. He glances towards Woosung before picking up his menu. You excitedly tell Namjoon what you did today and he locks eyes with you listening to every word.

“That sounds really fun but tough. We spent the day going over lab protocol so we can really start tomorrow.” Namjoon says an excited glint in his eyes. “Jimin and Yoongi went out for dinner with the other gym leaders. They weren’t feeling barbeque today.”

You are glad you don’t have to face him after your loss this morning, but you do wonder when he plans on telling you why he had to leave. Jimin you can meet up with later for more details on what they did today.

“Namu, have you seen her battle?” Woosung asks from across the table. His eyes are glinting with excitement. “She got off to a shaky start but really turned things around once she was warmed up.”

Namjoon freezes, eyes moving to look at Woosung. It’s like he didn’t expect Woosung to talk to him. What is going on here? When was the last time they saw each other before today? What happened? You put a hand on Namjoon’s knee under the table and he relaxes into your touch.

“I’ve only seen her battle once,” Namjoon replies, trying to keep a normal tone. He places his hand over yours on his knee, squeezing. “But she was battling Hiyyih Huening and it was incredible.”

“She would be in YN’s class wouldn’t she? I feel like I watched her grow up.” Nayeon says before taking a sip of her cocktail. “Did you win?”

“I did win. It was one of the funniest battles I’ve had in awhile.”

The waiter brings your meat out and Namjoon takes the lead laying it onto the grill. You remove your hand from his knee and engage in the conversation Woosung is having about the last time he saw Kai. They ran into each other at one of the charity galas here. Woosung has done a lot in the almost year since he became a gym leader.

Drinks flow and you enjoy the food being grilled to perfection. You never run out of things to talk about with these gym leaders. They all have the same interests as you because you want to be just like them some day.

“Is Yoongi your rival?” Matthew asks with redness from the alcohol he’s consumed showing on his face.

“Something like that.” You reply, taking a sip of the drink Namjoon ordered for you. It’s delicious. “It’s a long story but the short version is we were best friends then we started dating then he left without telling me why and now he also wants to become champion of Paldea.”

Namjoon is focusing intensely on grilling and not participating in the conversation. For some reason you are almost irritated that he’s not talking. Does he not want to be here? You wish he would tell you what’s wrong. It obviously has something to do with Woosung.

Matthew hypes you up for a minute telling you how that should be an even bigger motivator and that you can’t let Yoongi get into your head. Of course, you know all these things but hearing someone else say it to you is really so helpful.

“How do you know Namjoon again?” Nayeon questions and Woosung and Namjoon freeze at the same moment catching each other’s eyes. They seem to have a silent conversation before Woosung speaks up. Namjoon’s hand is balled into a tight fist on the side of the table.

“We used to date before he left for Mesagoza.” Woosung says and you can’t hide the shock on your face.

Namjoon has mentioned having two boyfriends but he never mentioned that one of them was a gym leader. He must’ve known what Woosung was doing with his life. Why wouldn’t he have told you? Does he not trust you? There’s a pang in your chest knowing he didn’t want you to know who his ex is. Another emotion you can’t quite put your finger on is turning your stomach. Is it jealousy thinking of Woosung being with Namjoon? But why would you be jealous? Namjoon is your friend.

Before you can psychoanalyze your thoughts further you remember something more important that Namjoon told you.

“Which one?” You lean in close to Namjoon not wanting to be here another second if Woosung is the man who threatened to out Namjoon to his parents.

“It wasn’t him.” Namjoon whispers immediately knowing what you are asking without further context.

Nayeon clears her throat with an apologetic look on her face and changes the topic. After eating a bit more you decide it’s time for you to head out and Namjoon follows behind you. Neither of you says anything until you are sitting in the same park you visited last night.

“Is he why you were nervous about coming here?” You ask settling into the park bench.

“Yeah, he’s most of the reason. The last time we saw each other…” He pauses as if he’s trying to decide whether he wants to tell you something. “Was last spring when he came to Paldea. Against my better judgment I hooked up with him. So yeah it’s a little messy.”

“That sounds really rough.” You reach for Namjoon’s hand as you speak. This is becoming routine for the two of you. There is comfort in holding his hand. Namjoon swears his heart skips a beat when you reach for his hand first. With your warm fingers laced through his he admits something that maybe he should keep to himself.

“And this morning he pulled me into that closet to warn me that he’s dating Matthew Kim. Like I needed to know that information.” Namjoon gestures with his free hand and you can see frustration creasing his pretty face. He takes a breath then continues. “He and Matthew started dating two weeks after he practically begged me to spend the night with him. I don’t have feelings for him anymore, but it’s hard looking at someone who used to mean everything to me.”

“I really get that last part. Yoongi called me by an old nickname during our battle and it completely derailed me.” You stand pulling Namjoon up with you. He looks down at you with only a few inches between the two of you. “Let’s do the best we can to not let them control how we feel.”

Namjoon still looks worried and your brilliant slightly intoxicated mind decides to wrap your arms around his waist. He freezes for a second before he returns the hug, putting one of his hands on the back of your head and pulls you tight against his chest with his other arm. You stand in each other’s embrace for a good fifteen seconds before he pulls away. The yellow light from the lamppost above shows a pink hue coating his cheeks.

“Let’s go get some rest. You must be tired after all those battles today.”

Namjoon walks back to the hotel with you keeping light conversation flowing. He asks you to wait for a minute when you reach your hotel room door. Namjoon disappears inside the boys room and comes back out with a handful of pokepower bars.

“There’s a shop I used to go to as a kid that sells these and I’ve never seen a pokemon refuse them.” Namjoon states handing you the sleekly packaged bars. “Keeping up their strength when they are training this hard is important. These should help. Give them each one in the morning before you go to the gym.”

“Thank you, Namjoon.”

He pats your head with a cheeky smile on his face then walks into the boys room without another word.

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After taking a refreshing shower you sit on the bed trying to gather your thoughts. When that proves too overwhelming you sit at the small table in the corner of the room and begin painting your nails. You call Hiyyih, giving her a full rundown of what’s happened since you left.

“I thought it would take you a lot longer to realize you have feelings for Namjoon.” Hiyyih says when you’ve finished telling her how Namjoon gave you Pokepower bars.

“I did not say I have feelings for him.” You whine rolling your eyes even though she can’t see you. “I’m just a little upset he didn’t tell me he used to date Woosung.”

“Being jealous of his ex is definitely something though.”

She’s right, but does being a little jealous immediately mean you have feelings for him? You enjoy spending time with him and it makes you happy, but there’s still things you think you need to work through before you could give him the full attention he deserves. If he even wants you which you aren’t too sure he does considering he’s only ever mentioned dating men. He didn’t owe you the information that his ex is Woosung, but you thought at this point the two of you were close enough he would’ve told you. Namjoon knows that you keep tabs on the gym leaders from several different regions. So why wouldn’t he mention that?

“Even if I did have feelings for him, which I don’t, why would he want me when he used to date someone like Woosung? Hiyyih, I swear he’s way hotter in person and he was so helpful and kind to me today even when I was a mess.”

You continue coating your nails in a deep red color waiting for Hiyyih’s response. She’s quick with her response and you wonder where she pulls these from.

“You said he told you he has no feelings for Woosung. They broke up for a reason.” Hiyyih pauses and you can hear her moving around. “That doesn’t matter though. Namjoon has been showing interest in you for a while.”

“You’re delusional. It’s not like that.” You counter, not wanting to even entertain the idea. “Does he even like girls? The only relationships he’s ever mentioned to me are with men.”

Hiyyih makes a displeased noise then sighs. “Why don’t you ask him that?”

“I’m not just going to ask him that, Hiyyih!”

“Fine,” She concedes. “Do it your way.”

After that the conversation morphs to what she’s been up to since going home. When she gets bored of that, because she’s mostly been hanging around her home, Hiyyih asks for every little detail of your battles today. You don’t even care if she’s trying to gather information to gain an edge on you. Talking about these battles genuinely excites you.

By the time you get off the phone it's well past midnight and you know you are going to regret this when you have to wake up early tomorrow. You curl into bed feeling just the slightest bit better now that Hiyyih has talked to you. Telling Hiyyih really helps you feel lighter.

In the morning you feed your pokemon the power bars as instructed by Namjoon. Each of your pokemon seems to be thoroughly enjoying them and you make a note to get more before your trip with the gym leaders. It never fails to amaze you how much Namjoon knows about your pokemon just from what you tell him. Even if you are still a bit hurt, he didn't tell you about Woosung.

Today is spent much like yesterday battling trainers until you think you might collapse from exhaustion. This time you are outside on a battle court behind the gym. You appreciate the change of scenery considering almost every gym battle court is outside in Paldea. Through the battles you can feel yourself and your pokemon getting stronger. Not just physically stronger. The bond you have with your pokemon feels stronger than ever.

You spend more time with Jimin not wanting to deal with any confusion swirling in your brain. He has an endless amount of things to tell you from his time in the lab and his many side quest booty calls. It’s fascinating to hear about his side of this adventure. They are putting a lot of trust into Jimin and Namjoon and they are taking every opportunity in stride.

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Bright and early on Friday morning you fly to Blackthorn City, one of the closest cities to the ice path. Matthew and Woosung take time to make sure you and Yoongi have proper attire for the journey you are about to embark on. You thought being around gym leaders would be a lot more intimidating but with them being so close to your age it’s almost like you are with classmates.

Despite Blackthorn City being quite large the population is small. Only the Pokemon center is open when you arrive. Woosung and Matthew lead you and Yoongi inside towards a cafe in the corner. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills the air, welcoming you to this strange city.

Once your food is ready the four of you sit in silence eating until Yoongi speaks up. He asks Woosung many of the things you talked about with the Saffron City gym leader yesterday. You are surprised Yoongi is talking and it seems Matthew and Woosung are also. This trip will be more comfortable if he isn’t being an asshole.

You don’t say much not wanting to interact with Woosung. That doesn’t mean you aren’t studying him and trying to figure out all the things that made Namjoon love him. Even the small amount of time you’ve spent around him has made you realize there are probably a lot of reasons. Maybe this shouldn’t matter, but it’s clouding your mind.

You are grateful when it’s finally time to leave for the ice path. It is finally time for your first real adventure to start. It is finally time for you to catch an ice pokemon to help round out your team and lead you to success.

The hike there isn’t easy but you try not to let the struggle show on your face. Along the way you battle a few wild pokemon noting the look Matthew and Woosung give each other as they watch you in action. Yoongi hasn’t said a word to you and it’s almost like he isn’t here.

“Be careful.” Yoongi says softly as you step inside the entrance to the ice path.

You roll your eyes firmly planting your feet as you scan the area for wild pokemon. On shaky legs you slide forwards and you can hear someone behind you. No doubt Yoongi following you because he thinks you need his help. Or maybe he just wants to make sure you are okay. Either way you don’t need his attention. As you continue up the path it's easier for you to slide along without fear of falling.

Nearly twenty minutes later a Sneasel catches your eye and you take a deep breath grounding yourself. Sneasel is a bipedal mustelid pokemon that resembles both a cat and a weasel. It is primarily bluish-black with three bright red feathers for its tail and a single one on its left ear. The ear feather is shorter on the female than on the male leading you to believe this one is female. The other ear is short and pointed, and it has narrow red eyes. On its forehead and chest are oval, yellow gem-like protrusions. It has red eyes with black eyelash-like markings on the edges. It has long limbs with two large, white retractable claws on its hands and feet. It is perfectly capable of using its claws to do substantial damage. Its claws are also used for climbing trees in boreal or sub-alpine forests where it lives. It can also bring out its claws to startle foes that attack it.

You send out Sriracha already planning to weaken this Sneasel until she will be easy for you to catch. Nothing about this is going to be easy. Sneasel are smart, sneaky, and notoriously vicious pokemon. That only makes you want them catch even more. You think of them as stubborn pokemon and you know it won’t be easy to train her, but you are up to the challenge.

Sriracha follows each of your commands until you are sure the Sneasel is losing their strength to fight. With a handy ultra ball you throw and the pokemon gets sucked inside. The Sneasel struggles against the ball causing it to shake against the slippery ice floor. Ultimately, you catch her and are excited to see your Pokedex update with information. Yoongi looks over your shoulder as you read mostly information you already knew. If you weren’t so overjoyed with your catch you would probably push him away and send him sliding across the ice.

“Nice catch, YN!” Matthew says sliding your way to pat you on the back. “Those Sneasel can be a tough catch.”

“Thanks!” You say letting a wide smile overtake your face.

Woosung sings a similar praise before telling you about the first time he caught a Sneasel. There’s a piece of Namjoon in how he tells stories, or maybe there is a piece of Woosung in how Namjoon tells stories. That makes it hard for you to focus on the words he’s saying. You are glad when he and Matthew slide away out of ear shot.

“Why aren’t you hanging on every word Woosung says?” Yoongi asks, leaning against a frozen pillar and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You reply, facing him and studying his nonchalant posture. “He’s just some guy.”

“Did he say something to make you uncomfortable?”

It’s interesting that’s the conclusion he would draw. He keeps his cool composure, but you know he wouldn’t hesitate to fight someone for making you uncomfortable. Even if you don’t want to be with him anymore. That’s how it’s always been and probably always will be.

“It’s not that.” You say, wondering if letting Yoongi know why you are acting this way is the right idea. Wouldn’t it just hurt him at the end of the day? “You’re going to think I’m being stupid.”

His eyebrows scrunch together.

“I promise I won’t.”

“I’m upset that Namjoon didn’t tell me Woosung is his ex.” A slew of emotions flicker across his face before he regains his composure. Yoongi is the last person you should be talking to about this but some part of you is always going to feel comfortable telling him things. He used to be your best friend. “We spend so much time together and he’s told me so many other things, but he didn’t tell me that.”

“Do you have feelings for Namjoon?” Yoongi questions and you can see his heart breaking in his changing expression.

This is not something you want to be thinking about. The only thing you should be thinking about right now is whether or not your Sneasel will get along with your other pokemon. You really should not be thinking about a boy you’ve only known for a few months. A boy that could distract you from your dream.

“Do you really think you are the right person to be asking that?”

“I’m surprised you’re still talking to me at all.” A smile lifts the corners of his lips, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You’re far more pretty, interesting, and intelligent than him anyways.”

“Let’s go.” You say, trying to ignore the way his words make your heart hammer in your chest.

Of course he would say that to you. You walk up the ice path towards where Matthew and Woosung disappeared. Yoongi would say anything to get you back in his good graces. When is he going to tell you why he left? What could he be waiting for?

Woosung begins giving you helpful tips when you are close by. For the entire day you wander around listening to the gym leaders and watching how they battle the wild pokemon you encounter.

When you are nearing the other side of the ice path you hear a loud rumbling noise followed by the sight of rocks falling. Yoongi grabs your hand pulling you through the exit of the ice path and out into the open. Woosung and Matthew quickly follow and you realize there has been an avalanche caused by the heavy snowfall. The four of you run up an adjacent hill to safety watching as the mouth of the cave leading into the ice path is blocked off by snow and rock.

After releasing your hand, Yoongi pulls out his phone looking down at the screen for a few moments before he speaks.

“It doesn’t look like the snow is going to stop anytime soon. There’s a small pokemon center just down the road. We can stay there until things clear up.”

Woosung, Matthew and you share confused looks as to why Yoongi knows where a pokemon center not on the map is. Instead of questioning you follow him as he leads the way in the thick layer of snow coating the ground. It’s not an easy walk and the snow is coming down harder with every minute that passes. The darkness is not helping this trek.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you see the familiar pokemon center sign come into view. This one is much smaller than average. Woosung pushes through the snow piling up in front of the door and we file into the pokemon center. The room is dimly lit by just a few lanterns.

Nurse Joy pops her head out from a door on your left concern etched onto her features.

“The power just went out.” She says joining us near the door. Matthew uses all his strength to ensure the door is tightly closed but you can still feel the chill of the snow inside. “Woosung could you start the generator? I sense some of your pokemon could use healing.”

Each of you hand over the pokemon that in fact need healing and she rushes away with Woosung right behind her. No longer moving you are suddenly very cold despite the several layer of clothes you are wearing.

“Because this is such a low traffic area this pokemon center only has two rooms we can use.” Yoongi informs you as he sits on a sofa tucked in the corner of the room. “Nurse Joy is going to push all the power she can to keep the rooms and pokemon warm. We won’t be able to stay out here long.”

“YN, are you okay sharing a room with Yoongi? The beds in these smaller pokemon centers are never big enough and the floor probably isn’t heated.”

“It’s not.” Yoongi says without looking up from where he is staring at his hands.

Of course he wants to share a room with you, but he can’t be the one to suggest it. Yoongi wouldn’t feel comfortable if you were alone. The proximity and inability to leave the room gives him the perfect chance to work through everything.

Sharing a room with your ex boyfriend is the last thing you want to do, but there is no other option right now. At least he’s not a total stranger. Maybe you can finally get some answers out of him. Like why does he know his way around here? He has never mentioned this place before.

“I’m okay with that.” You watch Yoongi waiting for any kind of reaction but he doesn’t give you one.

Woosung comes back with a stack of blankets and divides them up between the four of us. Yoongi grabs his bag and your bag before leading you towards one of the rooms. One is on the left side of the building and the other room is on the right side of the building. Woosung raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything letting the two of you walk away.

It’s much warmer in the room once the door is shut. There isn’t much to see inside the room. Just a twin bed with tiny nightstands on either side and a few hooks on the back of the door to hang your things.

You begin peeling off your layers of clothes as Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed. He’s sitting on the right side of the bed and that’s always been your side of the bed. Would it be weird to remind him of that?

“Close your eyes.” You command when you are about to remove your final layer of clothes.

“I’ve seen you naked like 100 times.” He quips looking over his shoulder. You throw one of the blankets at him and he chuckles. “Okay, fine.”

Yoongi reaches up to cover his eyes with his hands and faces back towards the wall. Quickly, you change into your pajamas and crawl under the blankets on the right side of the bed. He uncovers his eyes and looks at you with a soft smile from the end of the bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asks standing up to retrieve clothes from his bag.

“I don’t really see any other choice at this point.”

He shrugs knowing you are right and starts taking off his clothes. You avert your gaze but when he settles onto the bed next to you he’s not wearing a shirt. He’s never liked sleeping with a shirt on. Maybe nothing has changed. Except it has because there are thick scars littering his back.

“What happened?” You push his head down so you can look at his bare back closer. Without thinking your finger traces over the angry mark and you can feel Yoongi shiver under your touch. Or maybe he’s just cold because he is topless. “Who did this to you?”

Yoongi sits up holding onto the hand that just traced the scars on his back. He takes a deep breath and releases it before he speaks.

“My father.” He says so softly you almost aren’t sure you heard him correctly. “Are you ready to hear what I couldn’t tell you?”

#route 613 #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #bts smut #pokemon au #pokemon fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #Kim woosung #Kim matthew #bm #Sammy Kim #the rose #saffron city #we are finally at the winter excursion #shit is about to go down #so much is about to be told and so many other things are about to happen eheheheheheheeh

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whoawhoajaeristajaerista · 2 years

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- requested by @taeyongslilkitty ily ty for requesting <33

- prompt | woosung comes home from a long day at work and chai is nothing more then clingy

- warnings | none just a bunch of fluff and cuteness :))

- lil notey note for youuu wheeew 1k+ words i hope you like it, if not i could always try again i appreciate the request and i really had fun writing this!! feel free to request anytime <333

“what to do, what to do-“ the male sighed, running his through his messy bed head. it was only three pm and sammy wouldn’t be back for quite some time.

woosung and chai had been in a relationship for almost three years now, their relationship was open to the public and everyone seemed to be pretty supportive. chai was sat at home today, woosung was doing promotions for lazy and he wouldn’t be back for a long time. he already missed his boyfriend like crazy, he was gone before he woke up this morning.

so chai was currently in the kitchen thinking of something to do, he pretty much laid in bed all day. “guess i’ll take a shower.” he muttered to himself before making his way up the stairs towards the bathroom.

before he got in, he pressed shuffle on spotify before washing his body. he let out a small laugh noticing the rubber ducky in the corner.

“ruBbER duCKie yOuRe thE onE~”

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a sigh left chai’s lips as he used the towel to dry his hair before dropping it onto the counter, his phone still playing music as he started to make himself some noodles.

a familiar melody started to play through the speaker, it was sammy’s song. ‘lazy’ it made the male snort in amusement as he glanced down at his clothes. a pair of fuzzy socks, grey sweatpants and woosungs merch, a sweater that read ‘laazzzy’ it was huge on him.

the sound of paws echoed through out the kitchen, woolfy coming up to nudge chai’s hand, the male smiling down at the dog.

“aww heyy pup, want a treat?” he hummed petting his head before grabbing a treat out of the bin on the counter.

chai pursed his lips picking up his phone, scrolling down to sammy’s contact.

woo 🐶

> want me to make you dinner?

sent ✓

he set his phone down, before opening beneath the sink to grab a few cleaning items. he just missed his boyfriend and wanted nothing more then to text him and tell him to come home or hear his voice on the phone.

but, nonetheless he decided against it. he didn’t want to bother him at all, he’s already having a busy day so why bother him, complaining at that. so instead he sat on his couch, and turned on a random show, hours passed by, woosung kindly declining the dinner saying he’d be home late.

chai let out a yawn, fixing the couch up before trudging up the stairs, woolfy not far behind.

the male tucked himself into the fluffy dovet covers, turning off the lamp, the small night light in the corner giving enough brightness so the room wasn’t pitch black, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.

the sleepy male was awoken my throat sound of a door shutting, his heart thumping in his chest as he glanced over at the clock which read, ‘3:45 AM’ chai yawned, pulling the covers down before stepping out of bed.

goosebumps spread across his body as his feet hit the cold floor, he had kicked his socks off while sleeping, a small habit he had.

chai crept down the hall, his hand holding onto the railing as he rubbed his eyes, stepping down the stairs. his eyes were still blurry from being asleep, and he was still groggy as he didn’t give himself enough time to wake up fully, too excited to see his lover.

he had to blink a few times, trying to rub the tiredness out of his eyes a natural pout forming on his lips.

“did i wake you?” a voice broke out and chai almost forgot why he had come down in the first place. woosung was home, it didn’t take long for the male to make it down the stairs, he may have skipped a few. woosungs arms opened as chai met him halfway in the living room, he wrapped his arms around his taller boyfriend, humming out as woosung embraced him warmth invading his body.

“missed you” chai muttered, his face pressed against woosung as chest, his nose vibrated as the male let out a small chuckle, a warm feeling spreading all over his body when he felt woosungs fingers run through his hair.

“i missed you too.” his raspy voice let out in a deep tone, his hand slipping from his hair to his back as he took in the sight of chai in his hoodie, he looked adorable, as usual.

“c’mon let’s go up.” he added as the two made there way up the stairs, chai was left in the bed as woosung took a quick shower, chai protested at first wanting nothing more then to just lay in bed and cuddle, but unfortunately woosung disagreed claiming he was sweaty and stunk from practice.

so there chai sat, in bed, arms crossed a pout on his face as he waited patiently, his heart skipping a beat as he heard the water stop. after a few more moments woosung exited the bathroom in nothing but a pair of loose sweats that hung low on his hips.

woosung caught a glimpse of his boyfriend who was waiting on the bed like a lost puppy. “i’m all yours now love” he let out, sitting down next to him on the bed.

chai stared at him, making sure he wasn’t going to get up or disappear before his eyes in some odd way, before pushing his boyfriend back onto the bed, straddling him, his hands on woosungs shoulders.

“tell me about your day.” the male demanded, sammy chuckling in response as he shook his head. “i just got back from work the last thing i want to do is talk about it, now lay down so i can lay on YOU.” he teased poking at his boyfriends belly, making the ladder laugh and push his hands away.

“okay, okay fine. but tomorrow i expect a story about how your day went.” he let out, before falling back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. the old stars that he and woosung had stuck up there glowing.

he felt some shuffling before he felt a head rest on his stomach and a pair of arms wrap around him, glancing down and smiling at woosung who was smiling to himself his eyes already closing.

“love you~” he mumbled already drifting off to sleep. chai smiled, running his fingers through his lovers hair, feeling content.

“i love you more.”

#bxb #woosung #kim woosung #the rose #kpop x male reader #lgbtqplus #x male reader #kidol

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mangowillow · 23 days

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last to know | ch. 2: as always, even now

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader

summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes back— to seoul and in your life.

general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst, hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!

warnings: mentions of weight loss and a hospital, jeongguk has a panic attack (semi-detailed), problematic parent-child dynamics. let me know if i miss anything and please be kind!

word count: 5.3k

author's note: *peeks into the void* why hello there! let's pretend i didn't disappear off the face of the earth. earlier this year i went to see The Rose live for their dawn to dusk tour and it was so much fun! there's just a lot of things that have happened and continue to do so; please accept my sincerest apologies for being inconsistent! BUT. know that i haven't forgotten about this story. heh.

also a few more things: ♡ to put things into perspective: jeongguk, OC/reader, and woosung are all the same age; that also means they're as old as seokjin and yoongi in this fic. all the other members maintain their age. honorifics may or may not appear at times. if that bothers you, well, can't please everybody! ♡ this fic isn't beta'd nor proofread by anyone. we go rogue, always.

tags for interested readers will be open for as long as this fic is ongoing! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference!

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Woosung plants a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek and giggles.

Looking at him, you ask, “What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason?” Woosung teases as he chews on his jjajangmyeon. You chuckle at his candidness and reach out to wipe the sauce that landed on the corner of his lip. The both of you resorted to sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, using one of them as a makeshift table to place the food.

“I’m really happy you got to come today,” you muse, enjoying Woosung’s calming presence as he delicately places a piece of chicken karaage on your noodle bowl before setting his own down. You haven’t seen him for a few days because he needed to get some new music done in preparation for his application to a recording agency as a performer and a producer. You were more than happy to support him in any way you could, including giving him his space to figure things out. It was also who Woosung was— a quiet soul who liked working in solitude.

You and Woosung are so much alike.

“Why? Did you think I’d forget?” Woosung teases, a smirk playing on his lips.

“No, I just thought… maybe you needed more time to prepare for your application. That’s important.”

Woosung gently shakes his head, ready to disagree— “Nothing will ever be as important to me as you.”

A slight pink dusted your cheeks. You didn’t expect him to be this cheesy so early in the morning so you smile and cast your eyes back down to your meal.

“... I do have news for you, babe.” Woosung starts. He turns his body to face you. Giving your hundred percent attention, you cut the noodles with your teeth and place the bowl down. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you hum at his statement, “What is it?”

Woosung smiles and looks at you lovingly. You feel a bit self-conscious every time he stares at you so intensely and like clockwork, you feel your cheeks heat up.

“I got the job, sweetheart.”

Hearing the news leave his lips leaves you surprised— your hands fly to your mouth and your eyes start to water. “R-really?” Woosung nods and chuckles through his own teary eyes, you throw yourself at him to give him a tight hug. “Woosung, oh my god— this is— “ you hold him by the shoulders, explore every inch of his face, elation in both of your hearts— “this is great, oh gosh I am so happy for you,” you hug him again.

You feel Woosung’s body relax instantly in your hold; it has been a journey, walking with Woosung through his own painful moments struggling with his art and passion. Two years ago, he came to Seoul desperately needing a break from life and music after many unsuccessful attempts to make it into the music industry back home in the United States. Although he and his bandmates have put out several songs in the past, they never really gained as much traction with an audience as they had hoped. Going back home to his roots in South Korea also meant leaving his bandmates behind— they have been nothing but supportive of him and his time as they also needed to re-assess their own lives and figure out what they truly wanted.

Two years ago, Woosung also met you. Both your lives changed ever since.

“Thank you for all your support, ____… you know I wouldn’t have been able to get through all this if it weren’t for you.” Woosung whispers, tightening his hold on your waist. You feel this, you feel everything when it comes to him— so you wrap your arms tighter around him, too. “This is all you, babe. This is all your hard work.”

You both stay that way for a while. Unspoken words are left hanging, as well. You both know well what might become of all this as you always try to communicate. You believe it is what has sustained your relationship for so long.

Both of you know that Woosung will always belong to music— it’s his dream and the reason why he took so many risks along the way. It was only a matter of when. The possibilities have always been there— should there be a moment where Woosung would return to his career, to his band, to becoming a global star. The fears that come along with those possibilities were also ever-present: what you and Woosung’s future would look like.

All of these thoughts come rushing to the both of you, but neither of you said anything.

For now, the both of you are happy. And that is enough.

When you parted from each other, you pushed away some of the hair that fell over Woosung’s eyes. “When do you start?”

Woosung takes a deep breath, “As soon as the higher-ups get settled in. I’ve been told they’ve recently landed in Seoul so it shouldn’t be too long now. I’ll be meeting with the owners and one of them is the lead producer. I heard he was a genius, but also a bit scary. They’ve also given me a signing bonus and a potential collaboration with him… that was new… he said they liked my work so much…”

“Wow, that… that sounds so exciting, baby. How are you feeling about all of this?”

“I’m nervous, for the most part,” Woosung murmurs, readjusting the collar of his shirt. It’s been a while since I talked to someone else about music professionally and… this company— I’ve heard so many wonderful things about it. For one, it was built by musicians, too. So I’m hoping they’re not just doing all of it for the business.”

You smile warmly at Woosung and hold his hands. “You’re going to do great, you know that, right?”

Woosung draws in a breath and nods before meeting your eyes.

That night, Woosung couldn’t sleep. He watches over you as you dream and when a strand of your hair falls on your face after moving a bit, he tucks it behind your ear. His fingers lightly dance while grazing the side of your face. Woosung sighs as a feeling of anxiety starts to creep into his heart. He loves change, but he cannot help but feel somewhat scared about it anyway. He gets so lost in his thoughts about you that he doesn’t notice you wake up.

“Baby, hey… you’re still awake.”

Your voice brings Woosung back to the present. Seeing your sleepy eyes under the sliver of moonlight that passes through your window makes his heart do a mini somersault— it always does.

“Hmm… I couldn’t sleep,” Woosung says. You scoot closer to him, his arm going under your shoulders to support your body in an embrace.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” you whisper, eyes closed, inhaling his scent— him.

“Just… things. I’m not sure how to articulate them yet…”

You hum, “Then I’ll just stay like this with you to keep you warm… warmth helps you sleep, right?”

Woosung nods, bringing your body closer to his. “Hm… especially your warmth.” Seconds later, he feels you breathe deeper, letting him know that you’re about to let yourself succumb to sleep once more. “I love you.”

When no response came from you, Woosung closed his eyes. Then suddenly, in the stillness of the night, he feels your hand squeeze his ever so lightly.

“I love you, too.”

“Hyung, I think that’s the salt—” Jimin starts.

Seokjin snorts, stopping with the shaker in his hand mid-air, “What do you mean, Jimin-ah, I think I know the difference between salt and sugar.” He was about to potentially put salt on the croffle in front of him, leaving Jimin feeling both very nervous and distressed.

“Last time, I remember you put the sugar in a different container because a customer accidentally broke the original shaker. The color of the cap was blue, not red. This—” he pointed at the shaker Seokjin was holding, “— is obviously not blue.”

“Yah, that happened last week, but I already switched them out two days ago—” Seokjin tries to argue.

They didn’t notice Woosung enter the cafe until he spoke, “Why don’t you just taste it?”

“Oh hey, Woosung-hyung,” Jimin greets.

“Hey, Jimin. Good to see you,” Woosung replies as Jimin nods, his eyes turning into crescents as soon as he smiles.

Seokjin scoffs once more before greeting Woosung, but he relents and tastes whatever is inside the shaker. When he makes a funny face, Jimin and Woosung chuckle.

“Told ya, hyung. Tell us I saved your life.”

“I can’t believe this is salt, I knew I already switched it out—”

With possible disaster averted, Jimin doesn’t listen to Seokjin’s monologue anymore, “You’re here early today, hyung. Would you like to order the usual?”

“Actually, I am here to buy a mango parfait… ____’s fridge is crazy cold and the frozen mangoes are, well, too frozen. I might actually break the blender. I also forgot to make her usual overnight oats. We had to move a lot of things very quickly yesterday so she could have a bed to sleep on.”

“I got you, hyung. We just finished making a fresh batch of parfaits. Do you want one, too?” Jimin asks.

“Are there other flavors?”

“Blueberry and strawberry,” Seokjin adds.

“I’ll take one blueberry, then. Thanks.” Woosung gets ready to pay, but Seokjin waves him away. “It’s on the house.”

“You always give us free stuff, Seokjin—” Woosung tries to argue, but Seokjin shakes his head immediately.

“Taking care of my sister is more than enough, Woosung-ah.”

Woosung gives Seokjin a tight smile and nods. Seokjin then asks, albeit softer, “How is she doing lately?”

“She’s doing better,” Woosung reassures. “She has been painting more recently; not just because of her job at the university, but also at home. We’re going to set up her studio today so it should be fun.”

“That’s good to hear, right hyung?” Jimin turns to Seokjin, who nods. Jimin hands Woosung a paper bag with the parfaits. “I put some new desserts we’re experimenting with. Please give them a try.”

Woosung peeks at the paper bag and sees croissants and greenish muffins, presumably matcha-flavored. “Oh wow, thank you Jimin… I won’t take up too much of your time, guys. ____ is still sleeping and I need to clean up the mango disaster I left on her kitchen counter before she wakes up.”

Seokjin chuckles, “You really came all the way here for parfaits when you could have bought these anywhere near ____’s apartment.”

“Ah, but nothing beats your parfaits, Seokjin. A wise man once told me that,” Woosung smiles. He and Seokjin instantly formed a bond the moment they met two years ago, much to your relief. You’ve always been nervous to tell your brother anything remotely new about your love life— and you understand where he is coming from.

“Well whoever that wise man is must be pretty smart,” Seokjin replies. His eyes soften right afterward. “Go. Let’s have a drink sometime, yeah?”

“Sure thing,” Woosung waves goodbye to Seokjin and Jimin.

Jeongguk walks the hallway of the recording studio, still groggy from sleep. Hands in his pockets, he stood outside Yoongi’s door, staring at his peculiar mat: a cat with its middle finger raised, the words ‘fuck off’ glaring at him. Figures, he thought. A doormat won’t stop him from ringing Yoongi’s doorbell, though.

“Who is it?” he hears Yoongi call out.

“It’s your favorite person in the whole wide world,” Jeongguk says, sarcasm lacing his voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose; a habit he developed in college whenever he felt the exhaustion seep out of him. He hears scuffling from the other side of the door until the sound of the door’s automatic lock rings. Jeongguk sees Yoongi clad in a plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and a gray beanie— his signature style.

“Dumbass,” Yoongi mutters under his breath before turning his back to return to his equipment. “Good morning to you too,” Jeongguk teases as he closes the door behind him.

“How are you already set up? It’s barely a day since we arrived!”

Yoongi chooses not to respond.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Jeongguk asks in disbelief. “Please tell me you at least went home to get your shit sorted? Or maybe sleep like normal human beings do?”

“I did… for a brief moment, maybe?” Yoongi starts.

Jeongguk shakes his head, “You have to stop spreading yourself thin, Yoongi. It’ll be the death of you.”

Yoongi fiddles with a few knobs on the synthesizer before muttering, “That doesn’t seem so bad— spreading myself too thin, that is.”

Jeongguk throws his hands up in surrender and rolls his eyes.

“Have I succeeded in frustrating you to hell and back, yet?” Yoongi smirks while continuing to flit his eyes through the numerous screens in front of him.

Jeongguk was about to say something but then the door alarm clicked. Kim Namjoon’s head peeks out from behind the door.

“I came to say my welcome remarks,” Namjoon says as he lets himself in. Jeongguk’s mouth falls open because he couldn’t believe Namjoon could just easily waltz in without any resistance. What’s even more astounding was that he knew Yoongi’s passcode— while he, on the other hand, had to ring the fucking doorbell.

“Oh, great. So your boyfriend knows your passcode and I don’t?” Jeongguk asks.

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” Yoongi states, matter-of-factly. Jeongguk couldn’t help but glance at Namjoon’s way, who seemed unfazed.

“Right, and I’m Neil Armstrong,” Jeongguk plops down on the couch.

“You’re the CEO, Jeongguk, of course, you should know the passcode… right, Yoongi?” says Namjoon, ever the oblivious one.

Yoongi continues to do work on his computer, his fingers deftly flying across his keyboard, “Don’t encourage him, Namjoon.”

Namjoon looks back at Jeongguk who has now taken an interest in the plant beside the couch. When they met each other’s eyes, Namjoon just shrugged, his dimples showing.

“How was your flight, you guys? I hope everything was easy peasy.”

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Jeongguk responds. “Not sure about Yoongi here though. He looked like he was about to puke.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi retaliates.

“I can’t imagine the both of you tolerating each other while in another country. It’s a miracle this production company is still standing upright,” Namjoon says chuckling.

Namjoon met Jeongguk first in university while they studied in New York. Although Jeongguk was a business student and Namjoon double majored in music theory and composition, they ran into each other at a frat party-— with Jeongguk being drunk off his ass. He was about to fall into the pool full of piss (which the other frat members thought was funny) when Namjoon saved him in the nick of time.

Apart from Yoongi, Namjoon also served as Jeongguk’s confidant, especially after things went south between you and Jeongguk. When the dust settled and Jeongguk was sober enough to realize the gravity of his mistakes, Namjoon helped Yoongi pick up the pieces of Jeongguk’s brokenness. As with time passing by, Namjoon and Yoongi started to develop into something more, too. Much to Jeongguk’s delight and envy.

However, neither Yoongi nor Namjoon has admitted their feelings to the other. And truth be told, Jeongguk is sick of them dancing around each other.

But he also knows it’s none of his business.

“Hey, Jeongguk, is that family dinner of yours still happening tonight?” Yoongi decides to ask. Also probably to change the subject.

Jeongguk lets out a deep sigh. “Yes, it is.”

“Ouch. Will you be alright?” Namjoon asks out of genuine concern.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“You always have a choice, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi inserts. “You just need to work on making the right ones.”

Jeongguk slacks his jaw and runs his tongue across his lip ring. He doesn’t really have an answer to that.

Because once again, Yoongi was right. Not just about the damn family dinner; Jeongguk also knows his best friend’s words run deeper and imply a whole lot more than just feeling forced to sit down with his parents over steak and champagne.

“See you on the other side, then,” Namjoon says as he pats Jeongguk on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Jeongguk mulled over bringing flowers to the family dinner but decided against it.

He knows that the house would be filled with them, anyway. And his efforts won’t matter, either.

As he got out of his car, a chauffeur was already by his side ready to take his keys for him. When the car drove off, Jeongguk took a moment to look at the house he hadn’t lived in for years. It feels odd to come home; it feels even odder to feel numb about all of it.

It took Jeongguk a few seconds to ring the doorbell; for god’s sake, it was his house too, he thought. Ringing the doorbell meant he was a stranger— which he felt was appropriate.

He was greeted by a new housekeeper. He gave her a nod before stepping inside. Almost instantly, his mother appeared at the top of the staircase. They look at one another for a moment, before his mother breaks the silence.

“You finally decide to show yourself.”

Jeongguk doesn’t move. Doesn’t respond, either. He was prepared for a stare-off match with his mother, but that was until his father showed up from the kitchen. With a dish towel in hand, Jeongguk’s father smiled at him as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you, son.”

Jeongguk, once more, doesn’t have it in him to respond.

At the dinner table, the silence was so loud, that Jeongguk thought it could break glass.

“Did you settle in fine, Jeongguk?” his father asks.

“Yes, father, I did.”

“You should have chosen a place that was nearer to us, Jeongguk,” his mother chides.

“Honey…” Jeongguk’s father tries to put out a fire that is about to ignite. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was so tired from the flight and emotionally, that he felt a need to retaliate.

Because why not? Whether he speaks up or not wasn’t really up to him. Between him and his mother, he has nothing to lose.

“I don’t know, mother, I chose that place because I wanted to get away from here as much as possible.” Jeongguk remarks. He knows he hit a nerve because his mother downed her champagne rather than respond.

“How is the company going, son? Everything doing alright?” his father asks, trying to mitigate a conflict that neither of them could recover from.

“I guess. Yoongi and I haven’t managed to burn anything so that’s nice,” Jeongguk eats a spoonful of mashed potato. He knows he really needs to shut up and regulate his emotions, but he just can’t help but be sarcastic.

Once more, the silence won. However, Jeongguk’s mother is the type to not back down.

“You should think about getting married soon, Jeongguk—” she starts. Jeongguk feels himself grow cold as if on instinct.

“—and this time, we want you to marry someone your level,” she finishes. Jeongguk felt his heart twisting so painfully that he didn’t notice how tight he held on to his cutlery.

Jeongguk swallows the once-repressed pain that used to consume him whole. He knows this is futile because he never dares to face his regrets square in the face. Instead, he allows the pain to make him angry. He allows his resentment to consume him in ways he doesn’t know how to handle and in a pained effort to avoid causing further damage, he remains quiet. Unresponsive. Cold. Withdrawn.

But his own mother is even more cold-hearted than he is. She is the one who made him like this.

It’s her fault.

“You need to marry a good woman who can keep up with your social status. Remember you’re not just anyone, Jeongguk. You’re a Jeon. And you have a legacy to uphold,” his mother condescends.

Tears start to sting Jeongguk’s eyes, but he doesn’t want to let his mother win. So he keeps still.

“I have a few prospects for you, dear. We should set dates for them, don’t you think so? I chose the most refined and educated—” Jeongguk hates how his mother knows how to push his buttons and hurt him.

He knows that his mother knows his ultimate weakness.

You.

And because his mother cannot contain her insecurities and prejudice, she projects it all on her son. But most especially, you— whether you were in the room or not.

Jeongguk’s mother continues her monologue. His father miserably fails to become the referee (he always does). Heat starts to rise Jeongguk’s neck and he swears he could hear his own blood pumping through his ears. What almost immediately follows is the high-pitched ringing that only he can hear.

Jeongguk starts to feel dizzy; like he’s about to lose control.

But instead of releasing, instead of crying, instead of getting angry— he does none of them.

He finds himself standing up, his hands dragging the plate full of food to the ground. With all his might, Jeongguk tries to breathe deeply.

“That’s enough, mom.” Jeongguk croaks. A tear escapes his eye. “Please.”

Jeongguk rarely addresses her as “mom”. But in times of vulnerability and helplessness, it’s the term he ends up using.

“As I expected… you are still weak, Jeongguk.” his mother states with absolutely no remorse.

Jeongguk feels like he is about to throw up. To save himself, he drags his legs to leave the dining area. Housekeepers try to help him, but he brushes them aside. Security guards around the house up until the gate tried to support him, but Jeongguk just waved them all off.

He just needed to get away before his vision completely blurred. He needed to get out of this godforsaken house.

It was a miracle that Jeongguk got far away from the house as he had. But in doing so, he felt physically weaker and weaker. His mind isn’t done with him yet as thoughts of you start to resurface. His chest starts to tighten again. He feels cold and afraid and tired.

Jeongguk falls to his knees on the side of the road; he allows his body to go limp and fall to the ground.

He barely remembers what happened next.

When Jeongguk opens his eyes, bright, stale lights greet him.

He hears beeping, faint footsteps, a voice over an intercom.

He feels something brushing his leg so gently that it takes him a while before realizing that someone is standing over him, wiping the edge of his slacks.

Jeongguk squints his eyes to get a better look at the person touching his leg. When he tries to elevate his upper body, the person in front of him feels him moving.

Jeongguk couldn’t believe who he was seeing. His panic attack must still be happening because it was impossible.

It was you.

“Oh… hi,” you start. Jeongguk is at a loss for words so he continues to stare at you.

You immediately feel self-conscious so you start to wrangle the damp cloth you were holding.

“Are you okay? Hang on, I’ll call the nurse—”

You start to leave, but Jeongguk catches your wrist. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. You look at his hand on your wrist before Jeongguk lets go of it.

“W-what happened?”

“You’re at the hospital… um, I– I got a call from them saying you were here,” you say.

Jeongguk’s eyebrows met. He is still confused as to how or why the hospital would call you. As he looks at you, in the flesh, in front of him, the familiar ache in his chest threatens to overwhelm him again.

You look as beautiful as ever, even more so than the last time he saw you. The last time he did, you were crying to him. He did that to you. That was his fault.

“Are you hurt, anywhere, Jeongguk? I think I need to call your doctor, just give me a second—”

“No… please. I’m okay. I don’t feel any pain.” Except for my broken heart.

“Oh… okay.”

Jeongguk observes you, more particularly your hands. You still have that habit of fiddling with your fingers when you didn’t know what to do, he thinks.

“H-how did the hospital call you? You didn’t change your number?” Jeongguk is a hundred percent sure his choice of questions was dumb, but he doesn’t have any idea as to why you’re here.

“The hospital told me I was your emergency contact… they uh– they only found your wallet on you and found this,” you explain as you handed him his wallet. Inside was an old piece of paper with your emergency contact number and e-mail address.

“The e-mail address is now defunct, but my number is still the same because I had it reactivated when I came back here…”

When I came back here, Jeongguk repeated to himself.

Jeongguk wanted to ask you a million questions, but his throat feels dry and he is unable to speak.

“I um, I also called Yoongi. He should be here any minute,” you continue. When Jeongguk looks at you funny, you give him a small smile— the first one you’ve given him since he woke up. “We talk sometimes.”

There is a lot of information that Jeongguk needs to process but his head hurts a lot and he makes a mental note to interrogate his friend later.

You move to grab and open the plastic bag that is on the bedside table. You pull out a pair of black socks. Jeongguk sees you hesitate a bit before speaking again.

“I got these across the street… your socks got wet from the rain.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk feels really dumb.

“May I?” you tentatively ask. “Your feet will get cold if we don’t—and you have the IV on so you won’t be able to use your hands—”

“It’s okay…” Jeongguk’s response startles you. “Thank you.”

You nod and sit by his feet to put on the new socks. Jeongguk feels the tears again but he tries to hold them back as he feels your touch and your warm fingers graze his bare, cold skin. When you’re done putting them on him, you smile to yourself.

“Does that feel better?” you ask.

Jeongguk nods and hums. He took his time to look at you and to his mild surprise, you reciprocated. A sense of stillness seemed to occur like time stopped just so Jeongguk could fully take in the sight of you.

He hurriedly tries his best to memorize all your features—old and new. Your face is smaller, your cheekbones higher; both indicative of you losing a bit of weight since he saw you last. Your eyes are softer, but also more tired. You also grew out your hair.

To Jeongguk, you are still so beautiful.

And he missed you so much that his heart hurt again at the thought of losing you.

“How are y—” Jeongguk tries to ask, but the door to his hospital room slid open, revealing a disheveled Yoongi.

“Jeongguk, are you okay? What happened?”

Jeongguk notices you quickly moving aside to give Yoongi room.

“I’m fine, Yoongi. I guess I just passed out and—”

“You had another panic attack, Jeongguk. That’s the second time this week. Have you taken your medication?”

Yoongi’s string of questions had Jeongguk feeling anxious. He just had the unexpected chance of seeing you again but under the most dire circumstances. Surely, it wasn’t the time for you to hear about his mental health issues.

“Yoongi, can we—” Jeongguk tried to save face, but Yoongi was faster.

Yoongi turns to you and hugs you. “I’m sorry, ____, you must have been so confused.”

“No, not at all, I’m… I’m glad I could be of help,” you reassure. More so for Jeongguk because you know this must be very awkward for him.

A bit of awkwardness did happen because none of you spoke for a bit. Your phone ringing was the only saving grace.

“Hello? Oh, okay. I’ll be right out,” you answer the other person on the line. Hanging up, you say, “Um… I should get going.”

“Is someone picking you up?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, Taehyung’s just a few minutes away,” you answer.

Yoongi nods and pulls you in for another hug. He whispers his thanks and you respond by hugging him tighter.

You also approach Jeongguk a little closer. “Take care of yourself, Jeongguk.” You see the pain in his eyes, but you refuse to acknowledge it to yourself, even if Jeongguk’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears and his nose was already pink.

Jeongguk doesn’t want you to go. But again, he has no choice but to let you.

“You too, ____.”

As soon as you close the door, Jeongguk allows his tears to fall.

As soon as you get into the car, Taehyung asks his questions.

“Why the hell did you just come out of a hospital?”

“Tae—”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? You’re the only one there? What happened?” You can feel the panic rising in Taehyung as he inspects you, but you just chuckle.

“Yah—you laugh?”

“I’m fine, Taehyung,” you tell him but he doesn’t look convinced. “I really am.”

“Then why were you in there?”

“I saw Jeongguk again, Tae,” you calmly respond.

Taehyung freezes. “You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not,” you answer.

“And you’re… are you okay?”

“I am.”

Taehyung knows you better than that but he gives you a pass because he could also tell you were tired and your short answers mean that you didn’t want to talk just yet.

“Do you want to talk about it over ice cream and fries?”

For a second, you felt tempted, but you just also wanted to go home. “Maybe some other time, Taehyung.”

Taehyung understands immediately and nods. “Should I take you to Woosung hyung or do I take you home?”

You do want to see Woosung because you know he is what you need, but you also don’t want to burden him with a bombshell of an event so you opt to be alone for the night. “Take me home, please.”

“Okay, ____,” Taehyung answers.

The rest of the car ride was a quiet one.

The short walk in the hallway leading to your home is a heavy one. As you punch in your passcode, you deeply sigh. You want nothing more than to collapse on the bed and ruminate on what just happened over the past few hours.

However, the moment you open the door, a wave of delicious scents welcomes you home. As you take off your shoes, you see a familiar pair. You smile to yourself as you place yours beside it.

You enter your home further and see Woosung with his back to you, working his way in the kitchen. As if on cue, Woosung turns around and walks toward you.

“Hey you,” you say with a smile.

“Hi,” Woosung responds, gathering you in his arms and pulling you into a tight embrace. “Did you have a good day, today?”

You feel yourself swallow once before nodding. Woosung, ever the sensitive boyfriend, holds you tighter.

You know you can’t hide from him. So you hold on to him tighter, too.

And you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Woosung feels your body shake and he runs his hand across your back to soothe you.

He may not know what’s going on right now, but he also knows you will talk to him when you’re ready. So he continues to embrace you; kissing the side of your head after a while.

Woosung whispers against your ear, “You’re safe with me, sweetheart.”

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