#kim younghoon fanfiction

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Puzzle Pieces

Summary: All of the pieces of the puzzle are finally falling into place, just as you always dreamed they would. And just when they’re about to fit in together, one look ruins it all. And your piece is without a match, no longer fitting.

Slight Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Non-idol au

Warnings: Reader has past experience of their crush falling/dating someone else.

Word Count: 1,936

Younghoon X Reader

[A/n: This is based off of a dream (nightmare) I had. Except for the ending, I wanted a happy ending. (I debated not publishing but alas, here we are)]

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You had always had a crush on Younghoon. It was something your best friends knew. The problem was you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You were just lucky because he was close with your friend group. Which consisted of your two best friends, one of their brothers, and Younghoon, his best friend. The newest addition to your group is your friend’s boyfriend. After a few hangouts he quickly grew close to the five of you, and now after a month of aligning everyone’s schedules, you're finally hanging out again. In your heart, it was like everything was falling into place with your best friend having a crush on your Maria’s brother and you having a crush on Younghoon. It felt like it all the puzzle pieces were coming together. 

Jayjay picks you, Haeun, and Maria up, and you see the two others already in the car. You wave at them through the window, open the van door, and roll your eyes as you lock eyes with Jiseok, “Looks like I’m stuck with the back, huh?” He laughs, “Yeah, this time, we’ll sit in the back on the ride home.” You shake your head, “Gross.” As you enter the car, you greet Younghoon and Jayjay before slipping into the back. Haeun climbs in beside you and fixes the chair behind her. Maria shuts the door after sitting down, and Jayjay takes you guys to the amusement park. You whisper to Haeun as you sit in the back, “Damn, too bad we weren’t in the middle we’d have the perfect view of-” She shushes you, “I think someone is listening.” She glares over at Jiseok, who has his head slightly turned. You shake your head, “Of course he is. But you know what I was saying.” She nods, and you both huff at Jiseok. On the way there, the six of you make the gameplan of all the rides you wish to ride, “Since it’s going to be hot when we get there, should we try to hit the waterpark side more?” You all agree, and after getting checked in, that’s where you all head. 

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You don’t know how it happened because you swore everyone was following closely behind you. But suddenly, you were swept up into the crowd of the log ride line with your friends nowhere in sight behind you. You gulp as you try to get out of the crowd. It isn’t until you’re on the platform for the ride that the crowd dissipates. You spot your friends about twenty people down from you. And tell the ride operator that you’ll wait for your friends to catch up. And they let you, letting someone else up in your place. Thankfully, in the hot air, you could feel a slight mist when the breeze would come while you wait. 

Haeun reaches you first, “We thought we lost you!” You laughed and shook your head, “No, I just got stuck in the crowd.” You watch as the other four pass you two, and you two don’t say anything until they do. And you ask, “Do you want to ride with me… Or?” Both of you were hoping the other didn’t want to ride alongside. She whispers, “I wanted to be with Jayjay.” And you blush as you nod, “I wanted to be with Hoonie.” She grins, and you both head over. You went over and began to ask him if he’d mind if you rode with him. You had gotten the words, “Would yo-” out of your mouth before they died in your throat as Haeun had spoken for you. He looked at you but then blatantly looked over at Haeun to hear what she had to say. She had said something along the lines of asking him to ride with you. And he grinned at her before nodding, turning to you with a small smile gracing his features. And it felt like your heart deflated. You had his attention briefly, but he only saw her. 

It was like you were the puzzle piece that no longer fit. Nothing was falling into place, and you dreamed it all up, but you managed a small smile back. You stand beside Younghoon, waiting for the ride together. You look behind him to watch Haeun ask Jayjay. And you see him give her that same look Younghoon had. That all he sees is her. No one looked at you like that. No one ever had. Why would this time be any different? You never thought you’d experience this kind of heartbreak again. You thought it was all working out for you. And now, you desperately wanted to leave after this torture of a ride ended, and cry to your pillow about it. You look further over to see Maria and Jiseok kissing, and you can’t even get a word out of your mouth to talk to Younghoon. But you don’t have to, he says something first, “Were you okay back there? I saw you got stuck in the swarm, and none of us could get to you before you were already halfway in the line.” You nod, “Yeah, I was a little nervous, but I was glad to see you guys.” He laughs, “Yeah, that makes sense. We were glad to see you up on the platform.” You let out a small laugh, nodding at what he had said. 

Everything you planned to say when you had a moment alone fizzled out on your tongue when you caught his stare at one of your dearest friends. It wasn’t that you were jealous of her. You never could be, but it was like you were a little kid again, watching your first crush kiss someone else. Your life evolved since then, but it was as though you were reliving that dreaded memory. But now, it felt worse. The guy of your dreams only sees your childhood best friend. It was worse than you feared. You hold back your tears, but you so desperately want to bawl your eyes out, call your mom, and eat a pint of ice cream. But none of that was possible. So, you would have to wait until you were home to cry into your pillow about it.

The log rolls up, and everyone gets up from their ride as they tell the six of you to get on. You watch as your friends get on, and in your periphery, you can see Jayjay guiding Haeun with his hand on the small of her back. And further from them, you can see the two lovebirds wrapped up in each other, easing themselves onto the ride. But you're just standing beside Younghoon, nothing physical. Just side by side, and you assure yourself it was better for your heart after that adoring stare. He gets on first, and you follow, sitting beside him, trying to keep as much distance as possible. And for some reason, you couldn’t get the seatbelt to click in, and it was pissing you off. You couldn’t do this simple thing? Tears start welling up in your eyes from more than frustration before Younghoon whispers, “I got it.” He takes it from your hands and easily clicks it in place. And before you can say thank you, the workers check the belts and tighten the two of you to the seat. When they move away, you thank Younghoon softly, and he shrugs. It was no big deal to him. You were his friend, after all, never to be anything more. 

And the announcer goes, “Alright, prepare for the giant plunge!” Younghoon throws his arms up, Woo-hooying, and you raise your arms a little, giving out a small woo-hoo as it heads over before starting its descent, and you end up screaming. And so does Younghoon, and you laugh at each other. The water splashes over the log and right onto both of you. It was like the big splash aimed at both of you, and you both ended up getting the full brunt. You two look at each other in shock, soaked like wet dogs, you end up laughing at each other's appearances. And you forget your worries for a moment. 

It makes its way back up the tracks, and when you get off, you collect your things from the deposit box. You follow Younghoon down the ramp, both of you dripping water everywhere with each step on the concrete. As you look down at your soaked shoes, you hear, “What do you say we go for a run to get dry?” You look up at him and ask, “Huh?” He holds his hand out to you and goes, “They’ll catch up to us! Come on!” You warily put your hand in his and he pulls you along before the two of you are fully sprinting further and further from the log ride. He finds a bench and leads you both to it, slowing your pace. You both collapse onto it. And you giggle, exhausted, not expecting to run after such a cooling ride, especially when dryers were everywhere. You ask him, “Why did you do that?” He smiles, “I thought we should give the lovebirds some time to themselves.” You nod as he reminds you of the very thing you two would never be, “Yeah… It’s a bummer, isn’t it?” He asks, “How so?” You shrug, “We’re puzzles that don’t fit anymore…” He sits forward with his elbows on his knees, looking over at you, “What do you mean?” “We’re both now the only two single ones. And with you liking Haeun and all... we’re pieces that don’t fit-” And he bursts out laughing, landing back against the seat, and you squint at him.

He ceases laughing when he sees the look you’re giving him and asks, “Wait- you really think I like Haeun?” You nod, “Yeah, I saw how you looked at her earlier.” He shakes his head, “She had something encouraging.” You blink at him, and with the fleeting courage you have left. You ask, “Can I ask what Haeun said then?” He nods, and you take in the appearance of his flushed cheeks from running, you assume. And he says, “She said, ‘Now’s your chance.’” And before you can ask him to elaborate on it, he sighs, “There are two problems with that…” He looks down at the bench before looking at you, “Well, I know Jayjay is going to ask Haeun to be his. And I don’t want to share the same special day... The other problem is that we could be unfit puzzle pieces if you don’t like me back.”

You blink, “Jayjay is gonna ask Haeun today?” He nods, and that’s when you process the last bit of the sentence, “Wait, you mean- she- you- You don’t like Haeun?” He laughs, “As a friend. But not in the same light as you.” Your cheeks turn red as you ramble, “I really wanted to ride beside you today, and then I thought you had a crush on Haeun… And like, I was so close to crying back there, and then you fixed my seatbelt….” You start hearing your friends' approaching, and you whisper, “I like you too…” And he whispers, “Maybe next week when you're free, of course… We can go on our first date and make it official then. So, we can have our own anniversary.” You smile, “I’d love to.” He grins at you before you join up with your four friends, no longer dripping wet, to continue enjoying the day together. 

You were pieces that fit into the puzzle, just as you always dreamed.

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[boyzcatchingfire]

Snow ~ *Kim Younghoon*

Summary: Younghoon and you are spending the winter holidays in the mountains. You're so excited to see all the snow! Younghoon is less than enthused...

Pairing: Kim Younghoon X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1164

Warning: Belated Christmas Oneshot

Masterlist

Taglist: @plutonieve

A/N: Inspired by the song Snow from White Christmas

You couldn't help your growing excitement as you watched the world pass by you on the train. It was Younghoons's idea to take this trip for the holidays. You were sure it was because you told him you really wanted to have a white Christmas, and if that was the case, it meant he listened to you and it made your heart fill with warmth and love for him.

"You look like a kid in a candy shop." He teased, poking your cheek as he did so.

"Well, I can't help being excited!" You replied, bouncing in your seat. "We're taking a train to our own private winter chalet for the holidays! How can you not be excited?"

"Who said I wasn't excited?"

"Well, are you?"

He chuckled as he shook his head. "Of course I'm excited. A whole week, just the two of us, in our own little snow globe for the holidays. It's going to be perfect."

"I know it will be." You leaned against him and sighed as you continued to watch the scenery pass by the window. "I can't believe you pulled this off though. I thought it would be impossible for you to get away from the city."

He gave a small sigh as he pulled you closer. "It was difficult, but I made some compromises and pulled a few strings. I promise you, there will be no talk of work while we're on our vacation, okay? Just you and me and all the holiday cheer you could ask for."

You hummed in response. "It sounds like an absolute dream, my dear."

"Good, I'm happy to hear it, my darling."

The two of you sat together in blissful silence for a few moments longer before Younghoon spoke up again. "So, can I ask why you were so desperate to have a white Christmas? When you were talking to me about what you envisioned as a perfect Christmas, it sounded like you would die if there was no snow. I didn't think it was all that serious..."

You turned to look at him in shock. "Younghoon, dear, you can't be serious! It's one of the most important parts of the season! Snow is beautiful and fun and it makes the holiday! Without snow, there is no Christmas!"

He gave you a small smirk. "Really? Do tell."

"Have you ever watched any Christmas movie?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Sure, snow is nice, but it's not the end all be all of the season for me."

You scoffed and shook your head. "You just don't get it."

"Then please enlighten me, my darling." He mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"When you think of winter, specifically the weather, what's the first thing that comes to mind?"

He paused to think. "Hmm, I suppose it's cold, overcast, and I guess snowy."

"There, see? You think of snow as well! Snow is the epitome of winter. We can't have Christmas without snow!"

"I suppose you're right." He kissed your cheek. "Well, I'm glad I can make this Christmas perfect for you with our own winter chalet."

"Yes, thank you, my dear." 

You looked out the window again as the gray scenery started to turn white with pockets of snow. A dreamy sigh escaped you before you could stop it.

"It won't be long before we're there with snow." You whispered. "I want to wash my hands, my face, and my hair in the snow."

Younghoon scrunched up his nose at the thought. "Sounds like a terrible way to shower if you ask me."

You shove him playfully. "You know what I mean!"

"Obviously I don't because it sounds like you want to bathe in snow!" He laughs at you.

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. "You're ridiculous, you know that? Besides, what do you plan to do when we get to the little chalet and all that snow? I mean besides go ice skating of course."

He paused to think for a moment. "Hmm. I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow. I know what I said earlier, about snow not being that important to me, but I really haven't been able to be around snow for a long time. I kind of miss the feeling of it between my fingers and on my skin. That and I want to make a great big snowman."

You nod at the thought, eyes lighting up. "Oh, we most definitely have to make a snowman. We should make one as big as the chalet!"

"Now that's thinking big, my darling!"

"Of course! It's not often we get to take vacations like this!" You sigh and lean back against him so you can look out the window, at the passing scenery. "Where it's snowing all winter through, that's where I want to be."

"Snowball throwing, that's what I'll do." He teased you, before kissing the top of your head.

"Of course you will be." You giggle. "How I'm longing to ski through the snow. Or make a snow fortress, built for two. It all sounds absolutely perfect."

Younghoon heaved a dreamy sigh. "All of these ideas for the snow just tells me I picked the perfect vacation for Christmas holiday. It sounds like we're going to be very busy making sure we get it all done."

"Absolutely. But it'll be so much fun!" You look up at him before kissing his jaw. "Besides, you'll be there with me, so I know it's going to be the best vacation ever!"

He smiles and kisses you on the lips. It starts as a simple peck, but you're quick to deepen it into something more intimate. It's warm and romantic and you feel yourself melting like chocolate into his embrace. It was at that moment you felt yourself fall in love with Younghoon all over again. He truly was romantic and caring and you couldn't imagine a better person to spend the holiday with.

When you finally pull away, a sense of peace and tranquility fills you. You're still a couple hours away from the chalet you're meant to be vacationing in for the next couple of days, but you feel as if your holiday has already started just by being in Younghoon's arms like this.

"You look sleepy." He whispers in your ear.

"Do I? I hadn't noticed." You mumble before yawning and letting your eyes slip close.

"I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye." He says quietly to you. "Go to sleep and dream of snow and all the fun things we'll be doing when we get there."

"And you'll wake me up when we're there?"

"Of course." He assures you. "I need you to witness how great of a boyfriend I am in real time."

If your eyes were still open, they would have rolled. But instead you were tucked into a wintery dreamland, full of snow and love for your beloved Younghoon.

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[hcuyk]

OUR INFERNO | CHAPTER ONE

SYNOPSIS ✧ despite being your greatest archnemesis/rival/enemy/frenemy/whateverthefuck he was, hyunjae had always been by your side. that changed when your boyfriend was brought up, creating a newfound rift in your whateverthefuck relationship with hyunjae

PAIRING ✧ rival!hyunjae x fem!reader

GENRE ✧ high school au, enemies to fwb, angst, smut, fluff(?), humor(?) (these mfs bicker a lot), pining

WARNINGS ✧ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT — cheating, profanity, mentions of physical fight/bruises, underaged drinking, obsessive/possessive hyunjae : NSFW TAGS :  outdoor/semipublic sex, dubcon recording, spit/drool/tears, oral and fingering (fem receiving), penetration, scratching/ripping, humping, minimal praise, degradation, sub!hyunjae for 0.002 seconds, petnames (princess, good girl, babe/baby, slut)

WORD COUNT ✧ 19k

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THE BOYZ MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION

AUTHOR'S NOTE : in honor of my three years of officially stanning the boyz on this very day, let's celebrate with my smut debut and writing comeback 😋 enjoy my loves

PART ONE: CHASING THE SPARK (THE FIRE TETRAHEDRON) — fuel, oxygen, and heat | CHAPTER ONE

“Genuine question.”

“Shoot.”

“Who the fuck does Hyunjae actually think he is?”

Unphased by your up-and-coming rage rant, Kevin resumed snacking on the protein bar he had brought with him. He tossed his free arm over the camera equipment and backpacks sitting next to him on the bench, watching you stride back and forth within one of the many hallways in the recreational center. 

“Well, he is your boss.”

“No, he’s the student executive producer,” you corrected, your legs unwavering as you kept a consistent pace to release your frustrations. Kevin shrugged and tossed one leg over the other, staying relaxed despite the hot fumes emanating from your upright and angered figure. You paused momentarily to look him in the eye. 

“Emphasis on the student,” you clarified.

“Emphasis on the executive, Y/N.”

Baffled at how he was defending your greatest archnemesis (well, more like your greatest frenemy), you ignored his rebuttal and started pacing again. Your steps slowed as you envisioned the sensations you experienced just minutes before, back when you, Kevin, and Hyunjae were at the indoor pool to report for your school’s broadcasting channel. Technically, you were the one reporting and filming while Hyunjae was the subject of interest, and Kevin was there for physical support. 

Chills latched onto your skin as you remembered what it felt like to have Hyunjae’s bare torso looming over you, his eyes peering over your shoulder to glance at your footage. While staring at the camera, his gentle, irregular breaths would continuously hit your skin. Water from the pool would trickle down his hair and into your shirt, reaching your backside. When it happened, you could barely comprehend Hyunjae’s ‘advice’ and instead focused on feeling every cold droplet travel through the crevasses created by your spine. You winced at the thought of that happening again, yet somehow you could still hear his irritating voice near your ear, telling you all the reasons why your B-roll of his lap swimming was ‘trash’ and ‘unusable.’

For a moment, you stood there in the hallway frozen, unsure of how to move, before realizing you were just reliving a moment from earlier and that Hyunjae was still in the locker room changing.

“I’m going to make a complaint,” you declared, turning back towards Kevin for his encouragement. Alternatively, you were met with the sight of your best friend completely failing to conceal his judgment and disapproval towards your suggestion.

“Against Hyunjae? You gotta be kidding, right?”

“Yes,” you answered confidently. “Wait, I mean no, I’m not kidding, but yes, against Hyunjae.”

Kevin eyed you skeptically, trying to decipher why you felt threatened enough to report someone like Hyunjae. You may not have spent all your previous years in high school with an affinity for Hyunjae, but it wasn’t like you hated him either—not in the way you truly loathed others. If that were the case, you wouldn’t spend nearly every day with him, bickering until the sun chose to set.

“Sure, maybe my B-roll was trash, I can attest to that, but that does not give his bitchass the right to not only shit on how ‘awful’ I was doing, but also yank the camera out of my hands and delete all the footage I got because they weren’t ‘perfect enough.’ What kind of psycho is that?” You glanced over at Kevin, trying once again to get him to back you up, but the most he gave was a slight nod. Everything you were spurting was half-mindedly being decoded because he had ended up placing more significance on inhaling protein. Regardless, you continued.

“And you would think, hey! As the student executive producer of a high school broadcasting team, he would understand that no! I indeed do not record half-naked people swimming in a pool, whether it be for a career or a hobby. He should also at least have the decency to not swim seven hundred miles per minute while I’m recording. Of course I’m not going to catch up, especially when he barely told me how he wanted things to be recorded? Isn’t he fucking insane for that? Not to mention all the goddamn splashing because of how fucking long his limbs are—”

“You’re explaining this like I didn’t witness the whole exchange,” Kevin grumbled.

“And you would think he knows, right? That Mr. Executive-slash-Captain-of-the-Swim-Team should either be more considerate when, A, he’s kicking water in my direction when he’s swimming or, B, station me away from the edge of the pool? Just a thought, but fuck me, I guess.”

“Well yeah, but the—”

“Also! Not to mention the camera has the fucking ability to zoom in, so why was there even a need for me to stand by the pool anyway?” You scoffed at the absurdity, almost tempted to cackle like a villain because of it. “The least he could do was tell me how to record it or find a way to adjust and compromise without occasionally soaking me with water on purpose, which I know damn well he was—”

“That’s just how-”

“We have a tripod, for god’s sake!” you exclaimed. By now, Kevin had given up on providing you with his input. He opted to rest against the wall, finishing up whatever he had left of the protein bar, and occasionally would roll his eyes.

“But even then, who the fuck wants to see him swim anyway? We’ll probably only need like…what? A minute of the footage for the B-roll? So why the hell is he treating it like it’s about to be nominated by the goddamn Oscars for Best Picture? He just loves to nitpick and control me like a fucking puppet—”

“Keep talking and you’ll potentially strain your throat,” a new voice interrupted.

You jerked around to find Hyunjae, the culprit of your rant, exiting the locker room with a small duffle bag that contained both his swim gear and his school clothes from earlier in the day. His brown hair was only halfway dry, some strands still stuck to his forehead as he approached where you were pacing.

You halted in your path and stared him down. Hyunjae immediately caught onto the mood you were in, and instead of being shocked or hurt, he grinned.

“You.” 

Your attempt at threatening him with one word made Hyunjae laugh.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

“Oh here we go again,” Kevin mumbled, tossing the wrapper of the protein bar to the side. He pulled out his phone and went on TikTok, deciding it was more worthy of his attention than listening to you two banter—something he had been experiencing for well over five years.

As a mutual friend of yours and Hyunjae’s since middle school, Kevin understood the frenemy dynamic better than either of you. Eventually, over the long years he had known you both, he learned to leave you two be. 

“What about me, though? Are you going to try and tattletale on me?” Hyunjae feigned sympathy as he gave you an exaggerated pout, tilting his head like a puppy’s. “C’mon. I’m just doing my job.”

“Sorry, but I don’t remember ‘being a dick’ being listed under the requirements for your oh-so-important position of power.” You huffed at him and crossed your arms, choosing to face elsewhere as you rooted the soles of your feet to the ground.

Hyunjae furrowed his brows, his eyes never leaving you, as he addressed the third party within the shared space.

“Kevin, was I being a dick, or is Y/N exaggerating?”

Kevin glanced up at his phone and scrunched his nose at Hyunjae in annoyance.

“Don’t even try to bring me into whatever…this mess is.”

“No, tell him,” you demanded, now looking at him. Your glare was enough to burn Kevin into ashes, but it was nothing compared to Hyunjae’s gaze piercing into your back. Knowing that he never looked away made you shiver, hating how fixated he seemed to be—and seemingly without reason too.

“Listen, I wasn’t being a dick. I was treating you the same way I treat everyone else. I’d honestly argue that you’re just narcissistic and think everything is about you when—”

“Oh wow, thank you for admitting that you’re a dick to everyone else!” You tossed your hands up for dramatic appeal as you spun back around to look at him. He scoffed, but his demeanor was quickly shadowed by a smirk that appeared on his lips, testing you with the arch of his brow.

“Oh really? Do you see anyone else complaining?”

“I’m complaining,” Kevin muttered.

“People don’t complain because they’re scared of you, Sherlock,” you retorted. At this point, Hyunjae had already caught onto your bullshit of making evidence up, and it was why this exchange ended up lasting for as long as it did. Nevertheless, his ego continued to build the more you spoke.

“You’re not scared of me?”

And you keep falling for the bait.

“Why should I? You’re nothing.” You approached him and pressed a finger into his chest, taunting him as you stared straight into his eyes.

Suddenly a competition seemed to have materialized because now you both were locking eyes, too stubborn to look away. 

“One day you’ll wake up and realize your position doesn’t mean shit. You take it too seriously and make everyone’s job your job when this should be a learning experience for the rest of us.”

“And who exactly is ‘us,’ babe?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t call me that–”

“And it’s also starting to sound like jealousy to me.” Hyunjae’s eyes finally shifted, but instead of looking away from you like you initially wanted him to, you trailed his line of sight down to your lips. He eyed them shamelessly—technically making you win the unspoken eye contact competition, but at what cost? “I won’t believe you until I receive firm evidence and testimonies from the other students in the club, then maybe I’ll consider your concerns. Deal?”

What you despised most was how well Hyunjae knew and provoked you to get under your skin. He was a raging flame, making your blood boil from both irritation and excitement. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but after nearly six years of banter with Hyunjae, you knew damn well you enjoyed every second of it. It was like a nonstop competition, and you were always on the edge of winning.

Maybe it was also because you were so used to him constantly being above you. He was the president of the student council, the swim team’s captain, and specifically the one who snatched the executive position away from you in the broadcasting team, yet somehow you were still able to compete at his level of arrogance and egotism. 

Even though you may never be able to top him in the foreseeable future, you at least knew how to match his fury—his fire, with your own.

“You’re pathetic.” You took a few steps back to gain some distance while his eyes flickered back up to yours. He bit his lip playfully, his smile only growing even wider.

“Woah, Y/N. Exposing my degradation kink so soon?”

“I-...you- w-what?!” you sputtered, your jaw falling slack as Kevin’s head snapped up, staring at the two of you in disgust.

“Get a room—!”

“I’m going to make sure you get degraded from your position, you freak!”

“Not exactly how that word works, princess, but I’m glad you’re at least passionate.” His cooing made you want to slap the living shit out of him, your eyes protruding from their sockets are you glared. 

“Are you fucking bricked up or something right now—?”

“Hey guys,” a woman’s voice called out. Your heads turned to look at the end of the hallway, catching one of the recreational center’s workers waving in your general direction. She pressed her lips together and smiled, attempting to be as professional and understanding as possible. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is it okay if you guys turn it down a notch?”

You and Hyunjae both nodded and whispered apologies, feeling like kids who just got scolded for shoving paintbrushes down the drain. Fortunately, the worker’s smile radiated genuine warmth and consideration, providing you some sort of reassurance that you guys weren’t too much of a disturbance (even though you guys totally were).

“You two are the most childish fuckers I know,” Kevin deadpanned, finally shoving his phone away as he switched between looking at you and the man by your side. His eyebrows bunched up.

“And apparently horny too.”

“I would move across the country if it meant I never had to see him again,” you grumbled, striding back to the pile of equipment to pick up your backpack and the bag with all your reporting necessities (boring script, stationary, and a couple of notebooks shared with all the broadcasting students to collect notes and inspiration in). 

“Hello? I’m still here.”

“Look at that. He already misses me.”

“I’m going to hurl,” Kevin unnecessarily announced, and Hyunjae’s face soured.

“Ew.”

“Exactly. That’s how you two make me feel whenever you guys are together.” Kevin got up on his feet and grabbed the wrapper to shove into one of his pockets (no littering, kids) before outstretching his limbs dramatically. 

“I swear I developed back pain from always listening to you guys bicker.”

“Or, hot take,” Hyunjae interjected, “maybe it’s because you’re always sitting with your back arching forward like it belongs in the Arches National Park–”

“Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up.” Kevin waved him off with his hand and rolled his eyes. “I came here to help carry stuff, not listen to your bullshit.”

He picked up the bag that contained the camera and passed it to Hyunjae. He offered to hold one more thing, but with only his backpack and the tripod left, Kevin didn’t see much need for his friend’s assistance. 

Kevin then faced you, his face stern and rid of emotion.

“You too, Y/N,” he stated seriously. “None of this ‘he said this,’ ‘he said that,’ ‘please fuck me’ bullshit from you either.”

You gaped at him, arms wrapped tightly around the crew’s bag.

“Now why the hell do you think—”

“Zip it.”

Without giving you much of an opportunity to continue, Kevin sped off in front of you, ready to leave the building. You couldn’t even look at Hyunjae as heat rushed to your cheeks, struggling to trail after Kevin’s speedy steps.

Despite carrying heavier items, Hyunjae caught up to you with ease. You wanted nothing more than for Hyunjae’s feet to either slow down or speed up tremendously, but of course he purposely chose to walk by your side, attached to you by the hip.

“He sees it,” Hyunjae sing-songed. “Everyone sees it.”

“Sees what?” you snorted, oblivious to what he was indicating.

“That you want me,” he replied nonchalantly.

The moment you two stepped outside the doors of the center, you stopped to face him, trying to confirm what exactly he was implying.

“You can’t be serious.”

Hyunjae, who also stopped with your steps, shrugged.

“You’re the one in denial.”

Realizing that he was serious, you felt every muscle in your body tense up.

“Hyunjae,” you stated firmly. “I have a boyfriend, remember?”

Instead of receiving something witty from Hyunjae like normal, his relaxed facial features suddenly scrambled into one that expressed remote shock. His lips were slightly parted, eyes searching yours for any hint that indicated you were lying or messing around with him, but you were serious.

The aggressive playfulness from earlier had evaporated faster than boiling water, and you watched as he became stilled. Your heart started pounding, anxiety creeping up within you due to not being able to read Hyunjae like you normally do.

“Since when?” he asked. His voice was quiet, his tone firmer, and by now, Kevin was already by his car, too far from the two of you to understand what was going on. Hell, even you could barely understand what was happening.

“Earth to Hyunjae?” you joked, nervously laughing in an attempt to eliminate the newfound tension looming in the atmosphere. “It’s always been Jiwoong, remember?”

For a moment, Hyunjae could feel his mouth drying up. All his thoughts were held captive in his throat, and his lips remained parted as if they weren’t meant to collide at all. He stared at you like you had just teleported in front of him.

“Y/N,” he stated calmly, “he cheated on you.”

Your initial response was to get defensive, claiming that you already knew that because hell, it was your relationship, but then your brain acknowledged the true elephant in the conversation.

“How-...how the hell do you know about that?”

“I- You know word just-…That doesn’t matter. What matters is why in the world—”

“It was a mistake, okay?”

��A mistake?” As Hyunjae’s brows raised, so did his tone. “You know, people—decent people, don’t make mistakes like that.” 

Seeing how Hyunjae was gritting his teeth, how his eyes were locked on yours, built up a foreign frustration within you. Something about the way Hyunjae was behaving felt like he was trying to control you. 

All the rage from before had now returned, yet this time, there was no more leniency from you—not when Hyunjae was being more condescending than he had ever been.

“You know nothing, Hyunjae, so frankly, I really don’t care about what you think about my relationship with my boy-”

“You’re still with him??”

“Look,” you snapped. “Just because you have the luxury of crushing my hopes and dreams on a daily basis, it does not give you the right to dictate what’s wrong or right about my love life and my decisions. Understood?”

And just like how you always are, Hyunjae refused to shut up.

“How is it dictating when it’s common sense to dump a shitty person?” He dropped the bags onto the ground, and not once did he look away from you. “He’s never treated you well either, and you know that—”

“It’s not your decision to make,” you repeated. You could feel the three key elements of creating a fire stir up within you. You had the fuel, the oxygen, and the heat, and Hyunjae was the chemical chain reaction that would set it off. “How dense can you fucking be to not back down?”

“He cheated on you,” he reasserted, and there was a rage in his eyes that you had never once encountered. “He’s done so many shitty things, and he hasn’t changed–”

“Again, none of your fucking business–”

“And I’m pretty sure I saw—”

“I am not going to repeat myself-”

“Can’t you just listen to what I-”

“Drop it.” You were seconds away from yelling at him, ready to unleash all your anger because never once has someone threatened your love life—Jiwoong, the man you considered your soulmate. Your flame had officially engulfed his, and all Hyunjae could do was stare at you in disbelief and disappointment.

Turning to look away, you gazed up into the sky and scoffed, not understanding why tears had begun to pool up in your eyes. At the end of the day, Hyunjae meant nothing to you—you didn’t even consider him a friend.

After moments of experiencing what it was like to be suffocated by a tension so unbearable, you eventually found a way to ground yourself. 

“I can’t blame him, you know,” you whispered, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears. “We were angry. He just–...he needed an outlet, and at that time, that outlet happened to not be me, okay?”

Hyunjae stared at you, his mouth desperate to say something, anything, to make you see what he sees—a relationship that isn’t meant to be. That you didn’t deserve to be treated this way. Maybe you were no more than an acquaintance to him, but he knew you have always deserved better. 

“He isn’t someone worth fighting for.”

“And that’s none of your business,” you scowled.

“It isn’t right—”

“Stay in your fucking lane, Jae.”

Hyunjae clamped his mouth shut, and the sight of you completely breaking down tore him apart. Possibly it was all the years you spent together growing up, constantly arguing, yet he knew he was always one to look out for you.

You sucked in a cheek, gnawing at it as your chest urged for you to forgive him, to apologize for lashing out without much notice, but in the end, you prioritized your pride over him.

Not only was Hyunjae’s persistence a stab to your heart, but you suspected that Kevin was the one who told him. By spilling your secrets, it was as if Kevin saw the knife that impaled you and yanked it out of your chest, causing you to bleed to your death.

“I’m done with this conversation,” you muttered, dropping the bag in your arms to the ground by his feet. Your plans had changed to you walking home alone, wanting nothing to do with the other two boys for the next hour or so.

When you turned around to walk away, you knew Hyunjae was going to try and say something. You knew him best whenever he was at his worst, so you spun around to face him for the last time that day to cut him off.

“Never fucking cross that line with me again, got it?”

And with that, you left. 

//

Kevin apologized to you the morning after.

He normally drove you to school, and you debated getting into his car when he showed up. Thankfully you chose to do otherwise because the second you stepped inside, Kevin was apologizing profusely. He talked about how anxious he was all night when Hyunjae told him what happened, and he wouldn’t have known what to do if you didn’t forgive him. Obviously you did, and the rest of the car ride was spent with him explaining his side of the story.

According to Kevin, he only told Hyunjae about how you got cheated on because it seemed like Hyunjae already knew. As Kevin recalled the whole scene, you two assessed the signs, such as how Hyunjae didn’t provide any sort of reaction when Kevin dropped the news. In fact, it had seemed like Hyunjae had brought it up to Kevin instead.

Regardless, it became the last of your worries because all that mattered was that you were back to being on good terms with your best friend.

But avoiding Hyunjae felt like lighting a match in the rain. 

It was your agonizing reality for the next two months, and although you could argue that you had gotten closer to your boyfriend during the supposed ‘Hyunjae Drought,’ you were still plagued with him being everywhere around you.

He was in all your classes, and you never truly processed the extent of how involved Hyunjae had always been throughout high school with you. You weren’t on the swim team, but you were stuck with him during meetings for both the broadcasting team and student council. 

Yet it all felt so different.

Unless he was called on, Hyunjae would talk much less unprovoked and would never look at you during meetings. When he would address the entire team, he would glance at you for a split second before looking elsewhere, no longer watching you like a hawk.

You had also gotten quieter because without Hyunjae to banter with, you recognized that you barely had friends in any of those classes either. 

There was no longer a fight between your flames, and you two kept as much distance as possible. You were thankful that there hadn’t been an instance that interrupted that, such as being forced to record more B-roll with him, and you could only hope that the rest of your senior year would remain the same. 

Then you would never have to see him in college.

Now you were back to being the mediocre student that faded into the background. People knew your name at best, but none have ever tried to become your friend aside from Kevin. No matter how involved you tried to get, the closest you were to anyone was a classmate. 

Hyunjae had always overshadowed you too, and for the first time in years, you were detached from his fumes—yet somehow, some way, the smoke from his fire would remain in your lungs, continuing to suffocate you even more than it had before. It didn’t give you that breath of fresh air of new friends or a better life; instead, it helped you realize that you didn’t matter. It was a miracle that you even scored Jiwoong as your boyfriend.

But then that begged the question: why did Hyunjae bother spending his time ridiculing you?

From the very beginning, you had always meant something to him, and you couldn’t pinpoint how or why. When there was no competition in academics, he treated it as if there was. Every time you ranted, he would listen, whether it be about him or something else. Even when you talked about how your chicken from the cafeteria was burnt, he would give you his own before calling you stupid for not noticing until you sat down.

He never shrugged you off like you were nothing or shut you down because your emotions were invalid. He entertained you each time with ease, and most importantly, he knew when to respect your boundaries. Hyunjae was probably the most mindful person you knew and could often tell when you were distressed or needed another form of reaction from him.

He knew when to stop.

Yet when it came to the one instance involving Jiwoong, he crossed the line multiple times. Why?

“Hyunjae isn’t here today.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t show up for a single class.”

Kevin watched you play with your food with a fork, rolling the cold, barely spherical peas around and into the stale rice.

“That’s not like him,” he replied.

“Yeah.”

“I wonder why.”

“I wonder too.” 

After the driest possible conversation in existence, you sighed and dropped your fork into your tray.

“I need to stop forgetting to pack myself lunch. This shit makes me lose my appetite, I swear. We should call the police and tell them the food they’re serving is illegal and a disgrace to this country.” 

“Keep it away before I lose my appetite too.” 

You didn’t react nor respond to what Kevin said, letting the conversation rot as you pouted at your food. The cafeteria was unusually louder today, making it easier to space out into thought.

Kevin took out his sandwich with a wide grin and started eating, grateful he never had to deal with what the school was feeding thanks to his mom, but eventually his eyes shifted over to you. You were unmoving with your gaze locked onto an empty spot on the table, so after moments of debating between asking you what’s wrong and ignoring you to devour his lunch, he opted to set his sandwich aside and stared straight at you.

“Why are you thinking about him?”

That was enough to garner your attention, your head snapping up to stare at your best friend like he was the craziest person you knew for mentioning Hyunjae, much less suggesting that your mind was wrapped around him.

“What?”

“Hyunjae. With his perfect attendance, a day without him should be a blessing, yet you brought up how he didn’t show up today and then moped harder than anyone I’ve ever seen mope. You should be over the moon, dancing on the tables and stealing people’s food, not-...” Kevin waved a finger at you, “whatever this is. You seem out of it.”

“Well it’s not because of Hyunjae, I’ll tell you that,” you snorted. Your eyes fell back down to your tray, and the more you looked at it, the more nauseous you got. You scrunched your nose. “If anything, it’s probably because of this shit food.”

Kevin rolled his eyes before tearing his sandwich into halves. You perked at the sight and ogled the half Kevin taunted you with. You were about to thank him and take it into your possession before Kevin jerked back his arm, making you whine.

“Throw away your food, then I’ll give you it.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. As Kevin returned to his delicious, most scrumptious, packed lunch you had ever seen, you picked up your tray and walked it to the nearest trash can. As you dropped the whole thing inside, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around to check to see who it was and smiled at the sight of Eunseo waving at you. You wouldn’t consider her a good friend, but you knew her well enough since she was the vice president of the student council.

She ran over to you with a stack of paper in her arms, relieved to have caught you. 

“Y/N, hi! I’m so glad I found you. I was scared I wouldn’t because of how packed it is.”

She flashed you her usual glowing smile, and you noticed that she was a bit more giddy than usual, making you question why she was choosing to talk to you in the first place. All your conversations normally took place before, during, and after student council meetings, so this was slightly out of character.

“What’s up?” you asked. As you looked at her, you noticed how her outfit was slightly more put together than it normally was. She had on a cute top that suited her chest perfectly and a skirt that you had never seen her wear. 

“Your outfit’s really cute today.”

“Really?!” Her bright demeanor then faded into concern. “Wait, is it too noticeable or out of the blue? Is it bad?”

“No, no. Not at all!” you reassured. “It’s just the right amount of perfect.”

“Great! God, that means the world coming from you. It’s because!...” She stopped to glance around, making sure that no one was eavesdropping, before taking a step closer to whisper. “It’s because I was finally asked out on a date by my crush!”

She could barely contain her excitement, holding back a squeal with her bottom lip latched between her teeth. Her sunshine-like energy made you grin.

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re making progress.” Your eyebrows pinched as you tried to recall the last time Eunseo had updated you about her crush. “You’ve been pining after him for so long—whoever ‘him’ is, anyway.”

The question of who Eunseo liked had always gone unanswered. She never told anyone, not even the ones who knew her best, but she loved gushing about her mystery crush to everyone she knew. All people really knew, you included, was how down bad she was.

A part of you wondered if it was someone you knew—someone pretty like Juyeon or well-known like…Hyunjae.

“Oh, I wish I could tell you, and maybe I will if things go really well and we become official!” She squealed and hopped in her spot, unable to resist giving you a half-hug with her free arm. “This is so exciting, Y/N!”

“I’m really happy for you.” Your smile was genuine until you thought about why she was looking for you, starting to doubt that she called you over just so she could tell you about her date. 

“I’ll let you know how it goes, swear. But! That aside, I also have something for you.”

You knew it.

Your brows raised, and when you didn’t catch on, she gestured to the papers in her arms with guilt.

“I know this is kind of a dick move, and I’m really really sorry, but I promised to put up fliers for prom today. My date is right after my last class.” Her frown had deepened, and for a split second, you found yourself sympathizing with her because who wanted to let down such a cheerful personality, especially when this was life-changing for her?

“So you want me to do it?”

“Exactly! Please, that would be great. It shouldn’t take too long, too.”

You thought about how you would have to give up an evening of playing on your switch or extra time to study for an upcoming exam, but you knew it was your duty as secretary to help out whenever needed.

Not to mention that it would also make you a decent friend not to hold Eunseo back from her soon-to-be love life despite her poor date planning. If you were in her shoes, you would have wanted her to do the same for you too.

“Sure,” you accepted. “Why not?”

“You’re the best, seriously!” She handed you the fliers as she began to fill you in on the extra details.

“I already told Mr. Barajas that I wasn’t feeling well and that you were going to do it, so he said it all worked out and to not worry about it,” she rambled, happy to give the extra weight (both literally and metaphorically) to you. “I just printed these out, so everything should be perfect to go. Oh, and don’t worry about any extras! Just set them on Barajas’s desk when you’re finished. Hyunjae will also be in 142 with tape ready for you.”

The mention of the forbidden name nearly made every cell in your body halt. 

“What?”

Eunseo tilted her head at you, confused, before finally realizing.

“Oh crap, I forgot! I’m so sorry, I really did forget you guys weren’t on good terms. I hope it’s okay that he’s helping you out. I mean, he’s supposed to, but it was meant for him and me to do it together, not you two, so…God, I’m really sorry Y/N.”

Before you could even react to the newfound information, she continued.

“I really have to go now. Thank you again! I promise I’ll make it up to you!” And with her rosy pink cheeks and a stunning shade of red on her lips, she basically skipped away and waved goodbye to you with a smile, so you reciprocated it with an awkward one of your own. 

When she turned her back, your smile immediately dropped and you sighed heavily.

“Have fun on your date,” you mumbled, your eyes falling to fliers in your arms. As you skimmed the one on top, you noticed it was to promote going to prom while also including a big QR code to vote for who should be your school’s prom king and queen. You expected it since it was the last meeting’s topic of discussion, but what you weren’t aware of was who were listed as nominees.

There were eight names listed under ‘Prom Court,’ and while you expected Hyunjae’s, Eunseo’s, and your boyfriend’s names on it, your jaw nearly hit the ground at the sight of your own. 

//

With every passing class period, your anxiety would kick up a notch.

The dread of talking to the face you had been avoiding for two months engulfed you, and it caused you to develop the urge to ditch your current class to go hunt for Jacob, the student council’s historian. You wanted nothing more than to dump the stack of fliers into his arms, and knowing Jacob, he wouldn’t ask any questions. Hell, you were certain that if you asked him nicely, he would do it for you because of how naturally sweet and endearing he was.

But the guilt of ditching your secretary duties kept picking at your skin, and besides, all you had to do was treat Hyunjae like a colleague. That should be easy, right?

As you suffered through the last few minutes of class and your teacher’s incessant ramblings about the upcoming exam, your thoughts drifted over to what would happen the moment you stepped into room 142.

Hyunjae hadn’t shown up to a single class all day, yet he was expected to set up fliers after school. As your thoughts snowballed, you arrived at the baseless conclusion that maybe Eunseo wasn’t aware that Hyunjae was absent today, therefore someone else (like Jacob) would take over. 

Suddenly, your back had straightened with feigned interest in your teacher’s last few words. Something about Jacob being there instead of Hyunjae had excited you; it felt like you were free and that the universe was listening to your prayers. The gamble of seeing whether it would be Hyunjae or Jacob (or literally anyone else) had your right leg bouncing, eyes on the clock, and when the bell rang, you shot up from your seat, backpack over your shoulders and fliers in your arms, before dashing out of the classroom.

You sped down the hallway to 142, Mrs. Zhang’s room for Chemistry, bug-eyed, before having your delusions crushed at the sight of Hyunjae’s stupidly large height leaning against one of the counters. Your feet stood glued to the ground by the doorway, your eyes locked onto him. 

Covered from head to toe in sweats, Hyunjae was immersed in whatever was on his phone, scrolling through something as his brown curls peeked out from inside his hood. Without any hint of him acknowledging your presence, your shattered hopes slowly began to rebuild.

Maybe if you were quiet enough, you could sneak out with the tape and do everything on your own, avoiding him at all. Actually, scratch that. You didn’t even need the tape. All you had to do was go to another teacher’s room, steal their tape for half an hour, and then return it with ease.

The plan was effortless, and you mentally smacked your forehead for not thinking of it earlier. Right as you were about to execute it, your backpack slammed against the doorframe as you turned on your heels. 

“Nice try.”

You groaned out of embarrassment (and slight pain) and forced yourself to turn around. Hyunjae’s phone was now face down on the counter, and his arms were crossed over his abdomen. His face remained stoic as his eyes met yours, wielding a tension you didn’t recognize.

Now that you could properly look at him, you noticed a few details that you hadn’t before, such as the small tear on his lower lip and the bandaid on his cheekbone. If you looked long enough, you could catch light patches of purple across his skin, and the sight hindered all your thoughts, your brain too occupied with piecing together how he ended up like this. 

“What happened?” you blurted, your gaze shooting up from his lips to his eyes.

Hyunjae staggered at your suddenty, but he managed to keep himself stilled, his brows pinching. 

“What do you mean?”

Even if Hyunjae didn’t mean to, his question became an invitation for your unfiltered thoughts to spill out of your mouth.

“You didn’t show up for any of our classes today,” you began, “but now you’re here? For some stupid fliers? You’re barely dressed properly like you normally are, your hair isn’t straightened, you look pale, Jae, and what’s up with the bruises or the bandaid on your cheek–”

“Are you seriously psychoanalyzing me?” he asked with a scoff. There was no humor in his tone. Instead, it looked as if he was irritated, perhaps even more than you were. 

Hyunjae barely met your eyes, and his arms closed himself off from you. 

“What–?”

“You’re evaluating me like I’m some sort of lab project, Y/N.”

“No, no I’m not,” you rejected. “I’m just saying things are a little off.” You kept your eyes firm on his, even as he pushed himself off the counter with his phone and made his way over to you. “And you know, you really can’t blame me for being somewhat worried when one, you don’t show up, and two, you look like a whole mess—”

“Just hand over the fliers—” he interrupted, gritting his teeth as he outstretched his arm in your direction. You dodged him by turning your body 180 degrees and stood your ground.

“What happened?” you repeated, this time more firmly.

Hyunjae looked at you, a blank expression on his face, before turning back around to grab the roll of tape left on the teacher’s desk. When he returned, he shoved it into your arms while simultaneously stealing half the stack. You protested with an exclaimed ‘Hey!’ yet he didn’t bat an eye and skimmed over the contents of the flier on top.

Bothered by his lack of response, you frowned and made sure to block the doorway, refusing to let him leave until you received answers.

“Why are you acting like this? Pretending that I’m not even—”

“I’ll do upstairs, you do downstairs,” he muttered.

“Did you get into a fight? Why weren’t you here today? Why are you here now—”

“You’d think you’d know,” he finally answered, pushing past you like you weighed none less than a feather.

Your brain had fully malfunctioned at that point, unable to decipher what he meant as Hyunjae walked off to the nearest staircase. As his footsteps echoed down the hall, you thought about what he was implying yet came to no resolution. Did he assume that you were caught up in your school’s latest gossip? Or that you were the main admin for his biggest fan page on Instagram?

The idea made you snort, and you scowled bitterly at his childish attitude. It wasn’t like you were a complete stranger intruding on his personal life—hell, you felt like you deserved an explanation because of how you were forced to do this with him. 

As you stormed off past the remaining lingering students to the nearest bulletin board, you questioned how you were going to do this on your own. 

You had put up fliers countless times in the past few years yet never alone. Luckily, you had a general idea of where the fliers should go when it came to the school’s hallways, but as you approached your first destination, you struggled with ripping off pieces of tape while holding the stack at the same time. It would’ve been easier with a partner by your side, one who either did the tape ripping or placing of the fliers, but you weren’t desperate enough to fall into the role of a helpless princess in need of her pretty (useless) prince. 

After some trial and error, you found a method that consisted of setting the stack on the ground occasionally so you could rip off pieces of tape. Then you would slap said pieces of tape onto your wrist, having them readily available as you put up a few fliers at a time.

Although slightly time-consuming, it was working well and kept you at a steady pace until you heard crashing footsteps behind you from afar. Without paying any mind to it, you bit back your curiosity in order to focus on the wall in front of you, but then you made the mistake of taking a step back, bumping into the person who was sprinting. 

You lost your balance and fell forward before catching yourself shortly after. However, the fliers had already flown out of your arms, scattering across and down the long hallway.

Ready to curse out the offender for running down the hallway, you were surprised when you saw that it was Eunseo behind you, pouring out apologies while a loopy grin was smacked onto her face.

You steadied your anger and told her it was okay, getting down onto your knees to collect all the fliers. Her ‘sorry’s could only go so far with her smeared lipstick, a dazed gaze, and her hair holding the mold to someone else’s (presumably her crush’s) hands in them, but you still excused her, knowing that she was over the moon right now.

“It’s okay, Eunseo, I promise.” You forced out a chuckle as you crawled to scavenge for the ones that flew a few feet away.

“I really didn’t mean to,” she pouted, but it was shortly followed up with bubbly giggles. “God, Y/N, can you believe this? Oh, it’s going so well! I think I love him, I do.”

“Good for you,” you grumbled, hoping that she didn’t hear it as you continued to move down the hallway, hating how far the fliers had escaped from you. You also hated how she just stood there without intent on helping you at all. 

“I have to really go now. Got volleyball practice soon, but I think I’m seeing him tomorrow too!” She waved you goodbye.

And just like that, she continued running off. 

You stared at how you were only able to collect half the mess, hating how Eunseo had somehow managed to delay you even further from being in the comfort of your bed. You were also salty at how her date was taking place at the school, wishing she could’ve dragged him around while she taped stuff up before getting dick-downed of some sort.

Deciding that she and her business weren’t worth your time, you continued to pick everything up as quickly as you could, wanting nothing more than to go home.

When you finally finished collecting every last flier, you were prepared to get back into the groove of things before feeling your phone vibrate in the side pocket of your backpack. Wondering if it was something important, you took it out and beamed at the idea of it being a new message from Jiwoong.

Dating him felt like falling in love with him all over again whenever he texted. Your heart would pound in your chest when you thought about him and explode whenever he gave you his attention and time. You were addicted to him, especially knowing that he was yours after liking him since middle school.

So to say you were disappointed was far worse than an understatement. It was from a number you hadn’t saved yet always recognized and undoubtedly remembered by heart.

Of course it was Hyunjae.

You had Hyunjae’s phone number due to previous class projects and group chats, but you had never once saved it because you thought he was undeserving of being a contact in your phone. Nonetheless, with how the years have passed and how much his number infiltrates every group chat you were in, it was only fair that your brain had unintentionally memorized all ten digits.

The message he sent consisted of him saying that he was done with the fliers, and you rolled your eyes. Even after the way he treated you earlier, he still chose to let you know and brag about how fast he was. 

You shoved your phone away vigorously, ready to return to your slapping-fliers-on-walls duty, before perking at the sound of footsteps behind you once more.

Automatically assuming it was Eunseo or another student staying after for a club or sport, you were stunned when you heard his voice. 

“You’re not even halfway yet?”

In no fucking universe are you turning around; not for him.

“Go gloat somewhere else,” you snapped. The next flier you taped up was nearly slammed onto the wall, but Hyunjae was left unphased by your sudden outburst. He stood next to you and remained quiet, even when you left to place the next flier a few feet away on the opposite wall.

When he didn’t follow, you sighed out of relief, yet somehow you couldn’t help but peek at him, eyeing his hands that were tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. He was staring straight at the lopsided flier you had put up, and when you decided you had enough of peering at him, he was back by your side.

 “What are you doing?” you grumbled. He was the one who pushed you away, yet now here he was, glued to your side like how he was two months ago. 

“You’re taking too long.”

“I had a mishap,” you explained, “but that’s none of your concern.” The lines on your forehead bunched up, and you waved him off, bending down to place the stack on the ground. Figuring it wasn’t weird at all, you continued your method of ripping off pieces of tape and slapping it onto your wrist.

And Hyunjae was totally judging.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Just go home.”

Despite being on the ground and sitting on your heels, you could physically feel the heat on the back of your head due to his eyes burning a hole into your skull, and for a split second, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“I can do it myself,” you explained. 

“What are you even doing?” 

“Can you just go?” You picked up the stack once again as you rose to your feet, doing your best to avoid whatever look was on Hyunjae’s face. He was probably stifling a laugh or keeping his expression smug, but when you did cave and peek, his face was still solemn, his eyes on your wrist with concern.

“You’re struggling.”

“Thank you for your observation, Mr. Obvious,” you retorted.

“Let me do it.”

Taken aback, you whipped your head over to his direction.

“You’re kidding.”

“You don’t even want to be here,” he reasoned through gritted teeth. “Just go, and you can thank me later.”

“Thank you?!” Appalled at his audacity, you couldn’t help but laugh out of disbelief. “Seriously, Hyunjae? You want me to thank you for stealing my job? Again? You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Because you can’t take any criticism ever, or in this case, any form of help, so just let me do it.”

Hyunjae was eerily calm about the whole ordeal, his energy far from matching yours.

“I do take help,” you refuted. “I just don’t take yours, and neither do I need it, too.”

“You’re so goddamn stubborn.” And within a blink of an eye, he had managed to snatch the stack of fliers from you. 

“Hey!” you yelled, feeling as if it was deja vu from earlier (you really needed to step up your defense), and reached out to take them back, but he was quick to turn his body, shielding them from you.

“Give me the tape and go,” he urged, emotionless. The Hyunjae in front of you now was someone you truly didn’t recognize because the Hyunjae you knew would have made fun of you and held the fliers above your head, teasing you for being so weak.

Yet he stood still, creating a barrier between you and the duty that was forced upon you. You didn’t want to be here anyway, yet you were so insistent on making sure Hyunjae wasn’t stealing your work again. You weren’t incapable, and you hated how he always managed to be faster.

Even now, he was miles away from being playful with you, and yet he still had a way to shove it in your face.

“Hyunjae, I swear—”

“Give me the tape, and you can run off to your little boyfriend waiting for you by the entrance.” 

Your lips parted at his words, eyes wide as you worked to comprehend his words. You questioned how he knew about Jiwoong’s whereabouts, how he knew that Jiwoong was waiting and that you didn’t, but knowing that he was serious, you reluctantly gave up and dropped the roll of tape on the ground, forcing him to pick it up. 

You were sick of constantly arguing with him, and even if he was lying about Jiwoong, at least you would be away from Hyunjae. There was no point in fighting for your dignity anymore, not when Hyunjae’s narcissism was insufferable.

By walking away with heavy and quick strides, you hoped he felt humiliated by how poorly he was treating you—how he had always treated you like this.

As much as you wanted it to be true, you hoped Hyunjae was lying just so you had more evidence against his self-absorbed and shitty personality, but alas, you found Jiwoong standing precisely where Hyunjae said he was.

Regardless, all stress and frustrations had lifted from your being, and you called out to your boyfriend with a smile that would make your cheeks ache in minutes. 

“Woong!” You waved your hands with a small bounce in your steps as you rushed over to him.

Your boyfriend’s head shot up, surprised to see you. His utter shock quickly switches to one of sheer happiness, tucking his device away before opening his arms for you.

“Hey, baby!”

You tossed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tight after pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“What are you doing here?” With your face in his neck, your voice came out muffled, and it made Jiwoong laugh.

“Had to stay after to discuss my grades with a teacher, then I decided to stay back a bit for you.” He cooed and kissed the top of your head, holding you incredibly close. When you pulled back, his hands had moved from behind your backpack to your hips instead, holding them as you stared up at him.

“You were waiting for me?” you asked, eyes wide with stars in them.

“Of course I was, baby.” 

You were radiating, feeling happier than ever. The last time you saw Jiwoong was a week ago, and with your clashing schedules, you two very rarely get the opportunity to make plans. Your hands rested atop his shoulders, and when he pulled you in for a kiss, you smiled.

But then it fell.

Something felt off.

//

If someone were to inquire Hyunjae about who his heart belonged to, your name would be his answer—whether he intended to say it or not. 

Hyunjae had always been considered the school’s favorite. His intelligence may not be up to par with others, but his authority was what made him a prominent member of your high school. Some blame it on his looks, but most were aware enough to know that wasn’t the case.

Hyunjae knew how to think on his feet, and his problem-solving skills outwitted everyone within his grade level. Reaching tranquillity had never been an issue for him, allowing him to be levelheaded while making decisions. He emitted an aura that made classmates truly listen to him and the ideas he shared, and overall, it made him a great contender to lead every group and organization he was in. 

Additionally, Hyunjae’s heart was what won over most people. His lack of vulnerability seemed to be his only flaw, but it was an obstacle he could overlook when it came to empathizing with others. By actively being involved in the community through volunteering and holding fundraisers, everyone could recognize Hyunjae’s devotion to hope for humanity. 

All these traits were what led Hyunjae up onto the pedestal and the public eye, a household name for all families in the district. Titles and awards naturally gravitated towards him throughout the years, resulting in him winning the vote as president of your school’s student council and enough scholarships to provide him a full ride at most universities.

It was safe to say that competition against Lee Hyunjae was sparse, and you were no different. 

Your grades would teeter around his standard, hence how you two collectively ended up in the same classes, but aside from that, you had nothing else that could compare to what he was capable of.

Except for one thing; your fury.

There was an inferno inside you at all times, and instead of your body shielding off your heart with steel, people around you would come to find out that your heart was the reason for that large blaze of fire, possessing a passion unlike any other. 

Hyunjae had never once seen a peer with as much fight as you. It was a trait only you encapsulated, one that you weren’t afraid to express. You stood up for yourself and your beliefs, and it was easy to pick fights with him when he had been troubling you from the very moment you two were assigned to sit next to each other in seventh-grade algebra. 

Hyunjae yearned for you ever since, his only want being your attention. You gave him the drive to succeed in high school and thrive in his senior year, and he was positive that he wouldn’t be doing this well without a reason to show off in front of you. He wanted your praise, your acknowledgment, but he loved the chase the most. 

Unfortunately, that was the exact reason he ended up here.

The chase was what made him fall for every part of you, wanting nothing more than your lips on his and the ability to have you by his side at all times, but it was also what landed you with your current boyfriend.

It was like his life was a video game with God giving him the hardest difficulty setting by making sure you were obsessed with someone undeserving of all that he wanted. There wasn’t even a chance of you two possibly being friends in your eyes. Meanwhile, Hyunjae would argue that you two had more chemistry than any other couple in your class, but that hope was crushed, shredded, and stomped on when he found out you still devoted your love to Jiwoong.

Regardless, it didn’t change who you were as a person. Your heart was still just as large and beautiful, and your drive to succeed hadn’t lessened. The bickering never faltered, and it wasn’t like Hyunjae was opposed whenever you expressed disgust at the thought of him being turned on because of you (and that was because he found the idea of you thinking about him hot—yes, his expectations were that low). 

So it was why after two months of almost zero to no contact, you treating him as if those months didn’t exist created the largest dilemma he had ever faced. He spent the next week thinking about your intentions and why you seemed to care so much, specifically right after when Hyunjae had willed himself to believe that he meant jackshit to you. You effortlessly toyed with his heart, leaving him in everlasting misery, while you seemed to do completely fine.

What was a typical and ideal lifestyle for you was a nightmare and tormenting hellhole for Hyunjae. He didn’t just crave the warmth and comfort from your undying flames.

He wanted to burn.

Insanity engulfed him on the days spent without you, leaving him to wonder why you had to make things extensively worse by pointing out his absence or how he had put less effort into his hair. Why did it seem like the concern you expressed was genuine? Why pretend that you cared for him as much as he cared for you?

He was going insane—so insane that he drove to a college party with three other friends in his sedan on a Wednesday night. 

It was being held by a fraternity he and his friends were far more than familiar with thanks to Jongin, an upperclassman he met in his sophomore year and remained friends with since then. The beginning of the senior year marked the origin of parties and hook-ups in weak sporadic attempts to get over you. 

At this rate, Hyunjae could argue that he was more experienced than half of the current college freshmen class. Getting girls in bed was the easiest part; the hardest part was forgetting about you. From what was a method created to move on from you became one that prepared him for when you wanted sex with him. 

But with your constant longing for Jiwoong, Hyunjae made sure that this party would be different.

Although accustomed to having sex with various women, Hyunjae had never been one to drink. This was a fact about him that raised brows, specifically Jongin’s when he first tried urging Hyunjae with a drink, but tonight he vowed to change that. He was normally their designated driver, but when Hyunjae informed Sangyeon of his plan, the elder was more than delighted to remain sober so Hyunjae could get a taste of alcohol.

“Hey, man! It’s about time!” Jongin exclaimed the instant he found out about Hyunjae’s willingness to drink, pulling a fresh bottle out of the cooler specifically for his friend.

“That’s what I told him!” Sangyeon projected his voice over the music, giving Hyunjae a supportive pat on the back.

Hyunjae rolled his eyes at his friends’ remarks and thanked Jongin for the beer, hanging around by the counter as the three conversed and caught up. The two laughed at the way Hyunjae’s face scrunched up at the taste, Sangyeon shoving him lightly with the claim that Hyunjae was being overdramatic. 

With his earlier mindless decision of tossing on a mesh long-sleeve shirt over his black tank top, Hyunjae had attracted another partygoer by his side momentarily after his first sip. She wrapped her arms around one of his and inserted herself into the conversation with hopes of getting Hyunjae in bed by the end of the night, and crazily enough, he considered it for a moment before feeling his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

Normally it would be something he’d ignore, but it remained persistent, signifying that he was receiving a call. He didn’t know who would be calling at this hour—well, aside from Minghao and his usual complaints about Hyunjae partying as a high schooler on a school night. 

After setting the glass down on the counter to grab his phone, any urgency to intoxicate himself as quickly as possible vanished the very second he saw your name glowing on his screen. With an awkward retraction of his arm and a forced cough, Hyunjae excused himself and answered the call.

“Hello?”

With music pounding inside his ear canals, it was expected that he couldn’t hear anything you were saying. He navigated through various crowds to reach the entrance of the house, his heart replicating the booming vibrations from the loudspeakers as he prayed that you wouldn’t hang up on him.

“Okay, I…I should be free now,” he stammered after stepping outside. The sudden stillness of Mother Nature was a drastic change from the party scene, coercing him to focus on his racing heartbeat and the anxiety accumulating in his tightening chest. He was breathing heavily, both from pushing through people in a rush and also because of you. 

You never failed to render him weak and helpless, leaving him like a puppy longing for their owner’s guidance.

There was a silence, but he could hear your gentle breaths hitting your phone.

“I need a ride.”

Hyunjae blinked, his body tensing up, as the many thoughts in his brain scrambled to make meaning of what you meant. However, it didn’t matter because you hung up shortly after, leaving him alone to revel in your words.

Your bluntness and suddenty made Hyunjae malfunction, his thoughts leading him to question if he had even heard you correctly. Rarely did you ever reach out to him, and what could you need him for? Especially after lashing out at him and ignoring him for two months? Of course, there was that one day a week ago when you two were forced to talk together, the day he was given a one-day suspension, but you two returned to treating each other like strangers like it was natural.

He stared at his phone in hopes of receiving more information, that you’d perhaps call again to reconfirm or say you had the wrong number. He felt like he was dreaming—that the person he had wanted for so long needed him for once, but he couldn’t help but also believe that this may be the beginning of another nightmare. 

But it was you, and Hyunjae was willing to risk it.

After checking his call logs to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, he rushed back into the fraternity house, thankful he didn’t proceed with drinking any more than he did. 

He found everyone exactly where he had left them (the girl included) and announced his departure. The girl made sure Hyunjae knew how disappointed she was, but that was his last concern as he grabbed the beer bottle and handed it to Sangyeon, giving him a pat on the back.

“Drink up and find an Uber.”

“No fucking way you’re leaving us this soon, man.” Jongin shook his head in disapproval, his forearms resting against the countertop.

“Another time, I promise, yeah?” Hyunjae started walking away, waving to them as his heart continued to thrum in his chest.

“He’s lying,” Sangyeon snorted, taking a swig before bidding Hyunjae a bitter goodbye. “You owe me!"

Hyunjae ran out of the house, his legs making quick and long strides as he ran to his parked car down the block. His newfound adrenaline made him think about what he was sacrificing to be with you. Was leaving the party and betraying his friends worth spending even a second with you? What if you were asking him to drive you and your boyfriend somewhere? Could his heart even deal with being used like that?

But as much as Hyunjae hated it, he knew he was making the right choice. The self-respect he had for himself was buried six feet deep beneath the surface of the earth when it came to you. 

God, he really hoped he wasn’t hallucinating.

For a split second, Hyunjae truly debated what he was doing after getting into his car. He was already driving, but he didn’t know where to go. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to send him a text with your location, and it was a place he was familiar with. 

It was a park that he often frequented as a kid since it resided by his old neighborhood, and he was thankful he knew exactly where to go because he knew he would’ve definitely crashed the car while pulling up your location on his GPS. Hyunjae was doubtful it was the alcohol in his system making his fingers shake and his mind uneasy. He blamed you for his hysteria, one that had developed over years of endless longing. 

Luckily the drive wasn’t long thanks to the roads being mainly void of other vehicles (and maybe he did speed a few times, but he considered it justified). Before pulling into the parking lot, he spotted a lone figure curled up on a nearby bench. A small weight had been lifted off of him, relieved it was just you, and he parked aimlessly while his eyes rested on you.

You seemed unphased by his added presence, your arms unmoving as they stayed wrapped around your legs. The bench you were sitting in was facing away from the parking lot, but with his headlights illuminating the view in front of you, you certainly had to know he was there. 

In an ideal world, Hyunjae would leave his car, join you by your side, and, if he was lucky, he’d pull you into his arms and hold you close against his chest. He wanted to be there for you in whatever way he could, but he ended up being a deer in headlights, too afraid to make the wrong move and lose you again.

He sat there for a minute, watching you, and as soon as he received the confidence to reach for the handle of his door, you were up on your feet. His fingers paused midair as he traced your movements, his arm eventually falling to his side as you approach his car. 

Despite how slow his mind was working, Hyunjae knew to unlock the car right as you opened it (he would’ve died out of embarrassment if he had forgotten), and neither of you greeted the other.

Without any explanation from you, Hyunjae refrained from staring at you like he normally would, but your outfit made it incredibly difficult. It wasn’t much, just an oversized long-sleeved shirt that reached your thighs, but it was far from the usual clothes he’d seen you wear, like jeans and a nice-fitting blouse. For a moment, he believed you had no pants on, but then he knocked some sense into himself, realizing that you were probably wearing shorts that were hidden.

While Hyunjae attempted to keep his composure and respect your boundaries, you were eyeing him shamelessly, once again analyzing every detail about him. Beads of sweat pooled up on the back of his neck, and his hair was straightened yet fuzzy. As your eyes trailed downwards, you noticed how the mesh hugged his biceps, catching every crease that defined his muscles. He was quiet, his index finger resting against his lips. 

Where did he even come from?

And why was he so quick to listen?

You held back your tongue from dumping out your thoughts, knowing your questions would end up unanswered like before. Your body instinctively rested against the divot between the car door and your seat, keeping your distance from Hyunjae. He was meant to be a stranger, perhaps someone you loathed, yet there was an odd comfort that encased you from him just sharing the same air as you.

You cleared your throat, turning your head to look away when he flinched and snapped his gaze towards you.

“Drive.”

Your demand was no louder than a whisper, but Hyunjae picked it up effortlessly and was already backing out.

“Where to?”

“Anywhere.” Hyunjae raised a brow at your answer, and you buried yourself further into his seat, directing your gaze out the door. “Just-...anywhere, Jae.”

The nickname had his throat tightening and his chest leaping, nodding in your direction as he drove on autopilot. With no destination in mind, he strolled through familiar roads, his fingers tapping against the wheel. 

You stayed silent, creating a tension that was unbearably thick, yet none of you felt the need to leave; neither of you wanted to leave the other, even if it meant having to deal with the looming elephant in the room (or in this case, Hyunjae’s car).

After spotting the recreational center from afar and its empty parking lot, he instinctively pulled in. There wasn’t a proper explanation for why he decided it’d make a great destination, especially when it was the place that created a rift in your relationship with him, but it felt right.

It was empty, open, and serene—a perfect place to stay as the moon shined.

Hyunjae stepped out of the car after parking in the middle of it, and when you didn’t follow, he moved to your side and opened the door. He was hesitant but took the risk of offering his hand to you, a warm, nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to know he was there to listen, to be there for you, because, Lord, he would hand you the world if he could.

“I’m not in the mood for walking,” you mumbled, but Hyunjae shook his head.

“We’re not going to walk, I promise.”

Your eyes flickered up to his briefly, skeptical of what he had planned, but ultimately caved. You ignored his hand, and he pulled it back with regret. When you stood there, your eyes on the sky, he closed the door behind you and guided you to the hood of his car.

Without a second thought, he sat on top of it and gestured for you to do the same.

“I sit here all the time. Helps me think.” He leaned back against his windshield, his hands holding the back of his head as he kept his eyes on the sky. When you didn’t move, he started to feel stupid, wondering if you two were better off in the car, but then you joined him. 

You copied his position, staring upwards as your hands rested over your abdomen. 

Hyunjae opted to keep to himself, deciding that he didn’t want to make this worse for the two of you. Instead, he fixated his thoughts on the stars in the sky.

There were only a few, but it was a rare sight due to the constant air pollution in your city, so he considered it a miracle. You, on the other hand, were spacing out in thought, and Hyunjae could tell through his occasional peeks. Without much control, his eyes started tracing down your arms. They then landed on where the hem of your shirt rested, now looking at your bare thighs.

Feeling as if he just reverted back to being the shyest virgin in the country, he gulped and immediately looked elsewhere, trying to get you off his mind despite you being right next to him. His racing heart was all that he could hear, and now he wondered if you could hear it too—if you knew how much you affected him.

And your voice broke the silence.

“How long have you known?”

Okay, maybe his brain did fall out of his skull because Hyunjae had no idea what you were talking about. He turned his head and caught how you stared up at the sky. Your eyes were glossy, holding the reflections of the whole galaxy within them. They sparkled, and for a beat, Hyunjae had forgotten your question, too infatuated with your beauty. 

His silence resulted in you turning your head, gaze meeting his, and that was when he noticed the tears.

“About Jiwoong and Eunseo.”

Your light, your flames, his burning desire; all were gone in a flash.

Your voice was delicate, and Hyunjae knew that with one move, he could break you.

Directing his gaze heavenward, Hyunjae sighed and brought his arms down to rest over his chest. Somehow he was able to feel all the pain you were experiencing, his heart twisting while his stomach churned and sloshed around in his body. He thought about how to respond as he chewed on the inside of his lip, questioning if he should answer at all to avoid hurting you.

But you asked, and as always, Hyunjae delivered.

“I don’t think I ever really knew until last week,” he explained, “but I could always tell.” Suddenly, the fight from a week ago had resurrected, and Hyunjae was forced to relive it all.

The hallways were empty when Hyunjae left the broadcasting room, a backpack strap slung over his shoulder while the other dangled behind him. He was in the middle of scrolling through his emails when he picked up on the sound of Jiwoong’s voice around the corner. 

His footsteps halted, and Hyunjae caught Jiwoong’s fatal words.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

Eunseo’s squeals followed after, and Hyunjae stood motionless.

At first, Hyunjae had no thoughts circulating in his brain, but after hearing their lips collide, he started coming up with solutions, such as interrupting or taking a video to send to you. Unfortunately, before he could act on either of them, he heard footsteps dashing off, practically skipping, as the two bidded one another goodbye. 

Hyunjae couldn’t pinpoint the reasoning behind his upcoming actions, but he knew how to describe how he felt. 

Anger was the first and only emotion to surge up within him, his fingers instinctively balling up into fists. His muscles had tightened while a forest fire ran rampant through his veins, causing his blood to boil. 

Then with quick strides, Hyunjae shoved his phone away and made a sharp turn around the corner, tossing his backpack on the ground after spotting Jiwoong against the lockers. The latter had a dazed look on his face, his lips curled into a smirk as he typed away on his phone, but that was changed once he looked up at the sound of Hyunjae’s backpack crashing against the ground in front of him.

There wasn’t a second in between Jiwoong’s face of surprise and Hyunjae’s arm being raised, and before Jiwoong could react, Hyunjae’s fist had slammed into his jaw. 

It was a blur from there, but Hyunjae knew he had won even after authorities dragged him off Jiwoong’s body. He had received a few jabs in return, but it was nothing compared to the black eye Hyunjae gave him.

The fact that Jiwoong managed to cover it up with makeup the day after was a miracle, and no one in the school knew about the fight since it happened after school. Hyunjae wanted it to stay that way, but a selfish, cruel part of him wished that everyone knew how sick your boyfriend was.

Well, now he was unsure if he was still your boyfriend. 

Hyunjae turned his head back towards you, his cheek meeting the cold metal of his car.

You pursed your lips at his response and nodded slowly. If it were any other day, you wouldn’t have believed him. There was no universe where you’d choose to listen to Hyunjae over Jiwoong, but after a week of investigating and getting your head out of your ass, you found out on your own terms, and all the pieces made sense.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Hyunjae’s voice jerked you out of your thoughts, and as you adjusted to look back at him, you were surprised to still find him staring at you.

“I’m not a violent person, Y/N,” he whispered, an enduring hope lingering in his eyes. He wanted you to believe him, and for once, you did; you truly understood the man you hated most.

“I know, Jae.”

Hyunjae eased at your words, and the two of you fell back into a more comfortable yet aching silence. His fingers drummed against his abdomen, and after a while, he got sick of looking at the same four stars, so he closed his eyes, focusing on enjoying the light breeze instead. His heart was still racing, but it was less alarming. Regardless, he hated knowing that he potentially contributed to how much you were hurting right now.

Maybe if he had done something to prevent it earlier, whether it be telling you as soon as he found out or keeping completely out of your business so you could live in bliss, or, if he wasn’t so scared, he could’ve asked you to be his far before Jiwoong had. Maybe it wouldn’t have changed much, but Hyunjae would never know since he never tried, and now he was going to beat himself over it because now you’re devastated over losing your boyfriend and it was potentially his faul—

You laughed.

Hyunjae snapped his head towards you, his brows raised at your sudden change in mood—but it wasn’t the type of laugh he expected. Your laugh was one filled with pain, and he watched you shake your head, trying to refuse the tears that were rapidly welling up in your eyes once more. You sniffed and wiped the tears away with the back of your hand, choosing to look in the opposite direction because the last thing you wanted was for Hyunjae to see you vulnerable.

“It’s stupid,” you murmured. “This entire thing is stupid. I’m so fucking dumb.”

His lips parted to interject, to tell you that you were, in fact, ‘not dumb,’ but he clamped his mouth shut, knowing that his words probably wouldn’t help. From what he’d learned in the past, you liked it least when he tried telling you otherwise, no matter the situation. 

“I should’ve known. I did know. The whole world knew. Even you knew, but it makes me think, was Eunseo just flocking around, flaunting to everyone that she had a crush on my boyfriend and managed to win him over? I just—I…I don’t know-...” You paused to catch your breath, beginning to choke on your tears as your chest shook, “I don’t know what I did wrong, you know?”

You shut your eyes, allowing the pain to engulf you. You knew fully well that your punishment was to deal with the pain, but you felt like you didn’t deserve it—that you deserved none of this. Why was this a penalty for being in love?

It was humiliating having everyone witness the reality you shielded from yourself, choosing hope and love over the truth. 

“I just never felt more stupid in my life, and I feel even more stupid knowing that I still love him.”

Hyunjae sucked in his lips, gnawing on them as he bit back all his feelings, from his brain shredding to his heart weeping.

“I love him so much that I would let him do it to me all over again because I keep thinking he’d be better. I know he can be better, so why-...It’s just- Why do I do this to myself?”

Tears cascaded down your cheeks, each one leaving behind a trail for others to fall. They started pouring out of you rapidly, soon sobbing at the heart-wrenching pain of being betrayed by everyone in your life, Hyunjae included, because why, out of everyone, was he here for you when he should be the last person who cared?

You always wanted Hyunjae to be the antagonist of your life story, to have him as your biggest enemy and threat, so why was everyone else but him hurting you? Why was the villain of your fantasy taking the role of your knight in shining armor?

And yet, as much as it pained Hyunjae to process all your emotions, his mind wasn’t running correctly; he had you alone for the first time in months. He wanted nothing more than to pull you in his arms and whisper words of comfort in your ears, knowing you deserved it more than anyone, but he also wanted to shake you awake and slap you out of your misery, praying that you’d forget about Jiwoong; that right now, you being vulnerable was his chance to swoop in, to set whatever you wanted him to into flames, as long as if it meant you’d end up okay. 

You sat up because if you lied down any longer, you would’ve started drowning in your own tears. Your sleeves were soaked, and he sat up alongside you, figuring that he should do something about it.

Hyunjae got back onto his feet and stood in front of you. He barely knew what he was doing, but that didn’t stop him from replacing your sleeves with his cold, clammy hands over your cheeks. There wasn’t a time that Hyunjae could recall where he had been this gentle with someone, and when you didn’t push him away, he tilted your head up to look at him.

Even with tears running down your cheeks, you looked angelic as ever. 

Each droplet mirrored a star from the sky, and your eyes sparkled as they stayed locked on his.

“Take me,” you whispered, and Hyunjae’s whole world stopped. 

“...What?” Hyunjae had only intended to wipe your tears away with the pads of his hands, perhaps whisper something along the lines of him being here for you for the night (and the rest of his life, let’s be honest), yet your first words were—no, he had to have been hallucinating.

Your hands trembled as they reached for his wrist, and although you were severely broken, the grip your fingers created was firm.

“Please.”

Like a moth to a flame, Hyunjae admired how pretty you looked, your lips plump and eyes wide, and he wanted nothing more than to take you into his backseat and treat you the way he’d always wanted to, especially after hearing your pleas, but he knew better. You both knew better. 

“What exactly are you implying?” he asked, feeling like you had just inhaled all his oxygen and left him breathless. 

You released his wrist and opted to hold onto his sleeve, tugging on it as you tried to get him to understand you.

“I want it to hurt, Jaehyun.”

Your tears were gone, and there was a hint of dominance in your tone that would’ve had him dropped to his knees in front of you. You were also one of the very few who resorted to calling him Jae, and now his actual name. He favored Hyunjae, but after hearing ‘Jaehyun’ from your lips, his preference had completely made a turnaround. 

But Hyunjae worked to collect his thoughts, fully aware that this was wrong and he’d have to be the bigger person here. As much as he hated himself for giving up the perfect opportunity to have the girl of his dreams, he couldn’t ignore the large concern over your current mental state.

“You’re not thinking straight, Y/N,” he reasoned softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, and for a second, Hyunjae swore he felt the alcohol kicking in—or perhaps it was you instead. The thought of being able to have you right now, to touch you and press his hands over your skin, to have you as his for just this night, was so intoxicating that he was seconds away from foaming at the mouth.

“I don’t need to think straight. I don’t want to think at all.”

Everything felt hotter and tighter, but he kept his composure, though with his eyes dropping to your begging lips and then your delicate fingers, he knew he was beginning to lose whatever was left of his sanity. 

But he also knew you were using him; you had to be. There was no other explanation. It was only minutes ago when you professed how you continued to feel about Jiwoong—that your heart still belonged to him, and Hyunjae was allowed nowhere near it. He was your backup, your second option, yet that happened to be better than nothing, right?

Especially when he could have you right here, right now. 

“You’re using me.”

Your expression didn’t falter.

“Then say no. Make us go back into your car and drive me home.” Your hand dropped from holding onto his sleeve but that was so you could wrap your arms around his neck, slowly bringing yourself closer to him. His cheeks were flushed as his mind flooded with possibilities of what could happen. Never had you ever wanted him, and he’d been dreaming of a moment like this for years. Your tear-stained cheeks, your pouty red lips—he wanted all of you.

“But you won’t,” you whispered, your breath hitting his skin. Your eyes landed on his lips, now craving him as much as he craved you. You needed a release, an outlet, to justify Jiwoong being better than Hyunjae. Hyunjae was worse in every way possible, and you wanted him to prove that to you. “You’d do anything I’d say, wouldn’t you?”

“What makes you say that?” Little did you know Hyunjae was crumbling inside, completely melting as his fingers grew weak at the idea of your lips on his. His hands, although wary, traveled to your waist, feeling your curves before trailing his hands down to your hips to grip them.

“You love me, don’t you?”

His heart stuttered, all words caught up in his throat, but he knew there was no defending himself—not when he was practically drooling at every move you made; he was hyperaware of the hand playing with the hair on his nape, the way your lips nearly hovered over his, and how your tears glistened under the moonlight.

His entire existence was confirmation of your words, and you knew it.

“You’d do anything for me, Jae. What’s stopping you now?”

There was a stillness as you two stared at one another. He swallowed and pulled slightly back.

He knew better.

“You don’t want me.” He was brokenhearted, a part of him understanding that you’d never be his, yet he wanted you in so many ways, wishing to have your mewls fill his ears and the smell of sex staining his clothes. The bulge in his pants was forming and pressing up against the tight confinement, making him groan. 

He dropped his head downwards, his forehead leaning to rest against yours, as he closed his eyes and did his best to regulate his breathing—repeating in his head and out loud, again.

He knew better.

“You’re using me.”

You both knew better.

Yet with your lips ghosting his and your eyes half-hooded, you were prepared to give into the dark side.

“And I say take advantage of it.”

Hyunjae dived and pressed his lips onto yours, hunger driving his every movement. There was no stopping when he felt your lips curling up into a grin, his hands shifting to wrap around your torso to drag you closer. His heart burst at how perfectly his lips molded with yours, and it seemed as if there was fire shooting up into the sky and exploding—they weren’t fireworks, and the explosion was far bigger and more dangerous. It lit the entirety of the sky, the moon and stars included, into flames, a desire unlike any other.

Your left hand pressed firm against the back of his neck while the other traveled through his hair. Meanwhile, his hands had snuck beneath your shirt and felt for your lower back. Heavy breaths left the two of you as desperation crept through your veins, dictating your every movement. 

The cold touch from his hands ignited your nervous system, every sense activated and overstimulated by Hyunjae as you released a breathy moan into his mouth.

You didn’t want him, but fuck, you needed him.

When you would pull back, his lips would chase yours, and you two fell into an endless cycle. He couldn’t even fathom how you were pulling away for air when you were his oxygen. Maybe you weren’t oxygen itself, but the fumes you emitted had already replaced his need for air, deluding him into believing that you were what he needed to stay alive.

You were suffocating, toxic, and destructive, and he wanted more. 

After retracting from the kiss for the nth time, you turned your head to hold Hyunjae back from continuing. You both were panting, your cunt soaking, and he stared into your eyes like a puppy awaiting their next direction.

“Good boy,” you praised, and he laughed lowly and sheepishly, dropping his head as he processed what happened and the idea of it being potentially over. 

“You’re lethal,” he breathed out.

“And you’re pitiful,” you spat. There was a playful grin on your lips, but those words ignited something within Hyunjae. He raised his head and cocked a brow at you, questioning your genuinity. 

Just minutes ago you were crying over a guy that treated you terribly, and yet here you thought you had the authority to call him weak.

Perhaps he was; he was falling deeper into your pitless trap, enticed with every movement of yours, but he knew for a fact you weren’t any better than him.

You both were sick in the head for falling for people that treated the other like shit, yet your drive, your fuel, to win over the hearts of the people you loved was so strong, and it made you two unstoppable. 

Hyunjae would punch Jiwoong all over again if he could. 

Without a second thought, Hyunjae ducked his head down and ruthlessly attached his lips to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. He kissed your skin fervently, his fingers teasing the rim of your shorts, and your hands shifted to hold onto his shoulders for support. You found yourself tossing your head back, providing him more room to do as he pleased, that if Jiwoong were to see you with marks on your neck, then maybe he’d want you back. 

“Bold of you to call me pitiful,” he grumbled, sucking onto your neck until a blot of purple began to form.

“But it’s true, no?”

“You’re just as bad, Y/N.” He licked a stripe up your neck and over the mark, and the sensation made you cringe, disgust itching at your skin due to being covered in his saliva, but you wanted more of it. You wanted Hyunjae to treat you like you were nothing, to treat you worse than Jiwoong ever had, so you could direct your blame over to Hyunjae instead of your unknowing boyfriend.

You turned your head and slotted your lips with his again, already addicted to how perfect they were for you. Hyunjae knew the exact way to kiss you, to keep you on your toes, as your slick pooled up in your underwear at the mere thought of Hyunjae touching you.

The kiss was eager, a fight for control, and when Hyunjae didn’t surrender, you raised your knee, forcing your thigh to brush up against his crotch.

He gasped at the sensation and pulled away, bangs hanging over his eyes as he looked down at the sight. You teased him by keeping your touches gentle, but you made sure to keep your leg moving. Nothing intrigued you more than seeing Hyunjae beg or rut against your thigh, further proof of how pathetic he was for you. You gained a sense of ego knowing that he could have any girl in the world, that he has had every girl, and yet he would always come back to you. Now that you had him, it would be harder for him to return to a life without you under him, moaning his name.

You wanted to be his downfall. 

Your nails latched onto the mesh, taking note of how easy it would be to rip the material, before pressing your thigh firmly up against his dick, making him jerk.

“You’re-...oh my god, Y/N,” he gasped, breathless. His eyes meet your devious ones, how you were basically Satan himself, and somehow, someway, he wouldn’t ask for anything different. “You’re playing a losing…a losing- game.”

“What more do I have left to lose?” There was some truth in your words as vulnerability struck you. Your leg then lowered as you regained a slight sense of reality, realizing that you were forcing Hyunjae into being your selfish source of relief. You hated Hyunjae, sure, but you knew this was the last thing he deserved—to use him when he’d been nothing but accommodating to you.

And your sick and twisted plan was that after this encounter, you’d leave him to rot.

Hyunjae didn’t deserve that at all. 

But Hyunjae was already too far gone, too intoxicated, to even consider the repercussions of how he’d end up after this. The loss of contact with his crotch was what had him picking you up from his car, the tips of his fingers digging into your thighs, as he led you to the backseat. 

Your eyes widened, your senses fully back, but you made him like this, and you were going to pay for it. Although scared for about what’s to come, the anticipation had you drooling, your lips pressing fierce kisses onto his skin while he opened the door with you in his arms.

He laid you down gently and crawled over you, keeping you trapped between his arms.

“This is what you wanted, right? For me to tear you apart until you can run back to Jiwoong and justify how poorly he treats you?” 

Your brows bunched up at his words, your legs getting antsy being under him. There was no answering him, not when Hyunjae already knew how you were going to respond.

He brought one of his hands into your shorts and made the aggravating decision to slide his fingers over your underwear, depriving you of contact with his fingers.

Yet even with your underwear being a divider, he found your clit with ease and immediately started rubbing circles into the bud, making you buck your hips with a whine. The friction of the cloth was something you were unfamiliar with, and lord did it mess with you. 

“You want me to treat you how he sees you? Worthless and undeserving of respect?” He flicked your clit and kissed your jaw. “If that’s what you want, that’s exactly what my princess is going to get.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, using your hands to push onto his shoulders and force him down. The drive to ride his tongue was strong, and if he kept teasing you, you would have lost it.

“I know you inside and out, Y/N. I know you better than him, and this is how you treat me.” He sucked in a cheek but ultimately decided to comply with what you wanted. He pulled off your shorts yet left your underwear on, and his brows raised. He wasn’t sure how his fingers had missed the texture of lace, but what you were wearing was certainly lingerie.

You looked down to see why he stopped, and when you realized why he froze, heat rose to your cheeks.

“I wanted to feel pretty,” you whispered, shutting your eyes after turning your head. It was embarrassing, now that you thought about it, but Hyunjae’s heart soared, and he wanted nothing more than for you to know how ethereal you looked.

But he shoved the feeling away, allowing his frustrations to get the better half of him. 

When he pulled off your underwear, he cooed at how your essence oozed onto the material and raised the undergarment into the air, waiting for you to look.

“Did I do this?”

His mocking tone kept you from looking, but your curiosity got the best of you. You were met with the sight of a large wet, dark patch on your underwear, biting down on your lip as you looked at him with wide eyes. If you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, or if there ever had been a time when you craved someone this badly. 

He tossed it to the side and his hands massaged your thighs, keeping them spread open so he got a proper view of your core on display for him. The sight truly stunned him, reminding him that this was you he fantasized about and replicated with other girls—no one else.

“Do you normally take this long?” you rasped, tossing your head back against the seat, and Hyunjae rolled his eyes.

“I do you a favor, and this is how you treat me.”

“A favor is a stretch—”

Hyunjae plunged two fingers into your mouth, having them press firmly down against your tongue. He latched onto your jaw and pulled your head forward and up towards him, having your eyes meet his.

“Remind me, Y/N, who was begging for this?”

He dropped your head back down against the seat before you could even respond and used whatever saliva accumulated in your mouth as temporary lube, figuring that your slick would help him with stretching you out. You grunted at the impact, feeling helpless, as Hyunjae finally inserted his fingers inside of you. 

Hyunjae’s fingers were enough to have your eyes rolling, but it was the ring that he wore that stimulated you the most. You weren’t aware that he was even wearing one, yet the cold band against your raging wet heat made you whimper and desperately grasp for his hair.

“Jaehyun, please,” you begged. 

He chuckled and kept his movements slow, forcing you to fuck yourself onto his fingers weakly. When you did, he was in awe at how stunning you looked, how you seemed to be in your own world, and how you were enjoying him. By curling his fingers, a moan was pulled from your throat, making your eyes open as you looked at him. You continued to pool around his fingers, your voice weakly begging for so much more than his fingers and the cold air that brushed against your skin. 

Never had you felt more vulnerable, but Hyunjae never once made you feel like you were doing something wrong, making you cling desperately to him. You forced his face down into your crotch and jerked at the feeling of his nose brushing up against your clit.

“Shameless, aren’t you?” he commented, laughing lowly, but you were too out of it to care. 

“Shut the-...F-fuck, oh my god.”

Your whines had gotten more incessant the more useless he became, his fingers now completely stilled inside of you as he watched you roll your hips with a cheeky grin. He wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, knowing fully well that he could last all night. 

When he took out his fingers, you were yanked out of your bliss and nearly begged for him to put them back in, but before you could get a word out, he had replaced his digits with his tongue. Your slick was dripping onto his lips, and as he dragged his wet muscle up and down your folds, he made sure to collect a small puddle of you onto his tongue to eventually swallow, wanting to savor you. 

“Oh-...Oh my god, Jae—” Your orgasm was approaching, unsure of how it was here so soon, but you recognized the signs from the coil in your chest tightening to losing every sensation to the man beneath you. You rocked your hips continuously onto his tongue, and his thumb attached to your clit, making you see stars with how rapid his movements were. 

He pulled his face back and forced his fingers back into you, and the final curl was what made you reach your peak, your hips in the air as you cried out his name. 

As you came down from your high, you caught a glance of the way Hyunjae was looking at you; to him, you were otherworldly, and it was a sight he’d never forget. He wondered if Jiwoong ever saw you like this, if he ever made you feel this way, and suddenly his admiration had soured and contoured to something of darkness, rid of any empathy as he now looked at you with some form of disgust. 

“All this for me, and you still have the fucking audacity to choose him.” 

The mention of Jiwoong had your eyes wide open, tears reappearing at the mention and while being in your most vulnerable state. Your legs shook from the aftermath, feeling too weak to continue, yet Hyunjae seemed to have other plans.

Instead of shoving his fingers back into either of your mouths, he hovered over you and made sure you saw the way he dragged his fingers around your abdomen, drawing aimlessly over your skin with your essence before dragging a hand up to your breasts, massaging one of them as his other hand rested by your waist.

“Tell me, Y/N, did you buy this for him and never got to use it? That’s why you’re wearing it now with me? Am I your sloppy seconds?”

There was a slight growl under his tone, and while you shook your head subconsciously, he worked to remove your shirt, wanting a better look at your bra, before being met with a necklace you had been hiding; one with Jiwoong’s name.

And Hyunjae took no time breaking it from your neck.

Your jaw dropped, and you snapped out of your daze by sitting straight up, yet as you were about to yell at him for breaking your necklace, he shoved three fingers back into your pussy, shutting you up by having you moan at the intrusion. 

“It looked cheap, anyway,” he muttered, forcing his mouth against yours momentarily to nip on your lower lip, tugging on it so your focus remained on him. 

“That was—he’s mine,” you forced out, gasping at every thrust he made with his fingers, your sweet spot being abused as your hands latched onto his shoulders. You made sure your nails dug into his skin, wanting it to hurt, before pulling onto the mesh, wishing for it to tear. 

“He’s not yours, princess. Tell me, how can you say that when his dick has been up other girls?” With his free hand, he grabbed your face and made sure you were staring straight at him before shoving it to the side. 

“You need to fucking wake up and realize that you can dream all you want about how he’d react if he saw you hopping on my dick, but guess what? He wouldn’t care.” Hyunjae pulled out his fingers and left you alone in the backseat. 

You sat there, a wreck and vulnerable, as you tried to catch your breath. You lay back on your forearms, curious eyes following his every movement.

“There’s a reason he hasn’t left you yet,” Hyunjae explained, opening the front door to his car to grab a condom and his phone. He tucked both into his back pocket before returning to you, bringing your lips to his before continuing to talk within the kiss.

“He’s stringing you along so you can boost his ego. He knows you will always be there for him, and you allow him to use you like that?” 

You wrapped your fingers around Hyunjae’s neck, squeezing it before pushing it away to keep your distance, your frustration starting to grow.

“I’m beginning to think you’re all bark and no bite, Jaehyun,” you muttered, and with whatever strength you had left, you pushed him against the seat and got into his lap. Without hesitation, you started rocking your hips over his clothed dick, hoping your slick would seep in so he could feel you.

He hissed but allowed you to do as you pleased, his grip tight on your hips.

“I-...I think…if you asked me, you’re the one who’s projecting. I’m the one in a relationship, and you’re just a side piece.”

The speed of your hips increased, and Hyunjae felt ecstasy on the tip of his tongue, the confinements of his pants physically paining him the more you continued.

“You’re jealous, Jae. Just admit it.”

You pulled at his hair, loving the absolute control you had over him at that moment, but in one languid motion, Hyunjae managed to push you back down, this time with your stomach against the seats. You could feel your bodily fluids sticking to the nylon, and with how hard Hyunjae was pressing down into you, you were barely given a chance to move. 

With one hand on your lower back, he kept you still as he took out both his phone and condom, making sure to place both on top of your bare skin.

“What’s there to be jealous of when you’re here under me? You want to be fucked stupid? Fine. Don’t fucking complain when you want me to be the villain.” You lurched at his words, refusing to let him win, but you were completely unable to do much damage as Hyunjae kicked off his pants and boxers while still keeping his weight on you.

He then picked up his phone and pulled up the camera, making sure to take a photo of you in his car before clicking record and tossing the phone onto the ground, hoping it was close enough to pick up on your sweet noises. 

“Make sure to be loud for me, yeah? I’m sure Jiwoong would love it if I sent that video to him.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” you bit back, your hand reaching out in an attempt to grab the device, but Hyunjae was quicker to grab your wrist, pinning it behind your back. 

“I wouldn’t because I know how to appreciate what’s mine.” Hyunjae released his hold on you to roll on the condom, giving you the opportunity to move and take his phone as you pleased. To your dismay, there was no more effort left within you, only an ache to feel Hyunjae inside you. 

“He appreciates me,” you mumbled, trying to convince yourself otherwise as you waited.

“Does he record you? Jerk off to your moans every night? Because I would, Y/N, just for you.” His voice was now by your ear, and when you turned your head to look at him, he pulled you into another hungry kiss, his dick now grazing against your hole. 

“You’re fucking insane,” you bit back into the kiss, and he grinned against your lips, guiding his dick into you as he spoke.

“Psychotic, just for my princess.”

Venom laced his voice, dripping menacingly, and the insertion of his tip had you grasping for something in front of you, anything, and it was only then that you were able to process how thick his cock was.

“Can you take it?” he asked, his voice slightly softer than before. When you gave him a curt nod, he continued pushing in further. Maybe lube should’ve been an option, but you were so wet for him that it didn’t matter, knowing that the stretch probably would have hurt regardless. 

“Fuck, fuck—he really doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Hyunjae gasped, his head resting against the back of yours. It was better than anything he’d dreamed of, better than any girl he imagined, because it was you, and your body was made for him.

“When was the last time he fucked you?” He was fully inside of you now, and when you didn’t answer, he decided to take it as a sign to move. With a firm grip on your waist, he pulled out just to slam back in, making you yell as you clawed at the seat, wishing there was something to bite on as you endured the pain that was quick to morph into pleasure. 

Every glide pushed you further into the car, your forearms occasionally hitting the door, as his hips moved vigorously, working up to a pace that had you moaning without pause. Tears were flowing down your cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure of being manhandled—of being Hyunjae’s rag doll when he was meant to be yours, and your body seized up, being worked up to your orgasm once more with how precise each thrust seemed to be. 

He adjusted to raise one of your legs to his hip, giving him a new angle to pound into you as he worships you with his dick, and you shook out of pleasure, whining as you saw white and reached your second orgasm for the night. You pulsated around his cock, strangled moans ripping from your throat as tears mixed with your drool by your chin.

And Hyunjae showed no signs of stopping.

He made sure to press your face down against the seats, wanting every liquid to fall and stain his car, giving him something to remember you by.

Oh, and there was the recording too.

While kneeling inside of the cramped car, he slowed his movements and inclined his torso towards you. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you up, locking you inside his elbow as he forced you to look into your reflection in the car window.

“Look at you, the school’s favorite slut. What happens if the recording drops? The whole school would know you’re mine, wouldn’t they?” He pressed his chest against your back, the mesh rubbing against your skin as his lips remained near your ear, forcing you to listen to every word.

You limped against him, your flames completely burnt out, and your fingers tugged onto the mesh around his arm, successfully ripping it after some time, but Hyunjae seemed unphased. In fact, it turned him on even more knowing that he had you locked in, that you were his.

“Look at your pretty cunt taking me in so well. It was so wet for me, wasn’t it? It still is. And guess what? You’re in my car. You belong to me, and my good girl is only now just finding out about it, isn’t she?” 

“I-I’m…I’m not-...not yours,” you retaliated, creating red angry marks into his skin with your nails as you endured being used, stifling your moans as you looked at how wrecked you were, how bare you seemed to be compared to Hyunjae. You were much more of a mess, from your hair to the bruises on your neck. Your pussy kept tightening up around his dick, convulsing occasionally with every hit toward your g-spot, and you held onto Hyunjae each time. 

Your head drooped down, thinking about how your heart ached for Jiwoong, yet the rest of your body was meant for Hyunjae.

“Whose fucking dick is inside of you right now?” He scoffed and pulled on your hair, forcing your head back up so he could directly speak into your ear. “Wake up, Y/N,” he demanded. “You’re mine.”

He dropped you back onto the seat like you were nothing, leaving you completely helpless, your throat void of any words as your eyes closed and met the back of your skull, too fucked out to communicate. You tried reaching for the door handle, just something to hold onto, yet you couldn’t.

“You tell me I’m pitiful, that I’m basically delusional when you’re going to be the reason my car will smell like sex for weeks.”

Your face was forced back into the puddle of liquid you created earlier, being shifted back and forth against the seat as if you were made for his dick and not vice versa.

“It’s crazy how pathetic you are, how willing you are to break yourself down in front of everyone just to have him. That-...fuck…that you’re so convinced he wants you and you two are soulmates.” He dragged his fingers through your hair and grabbed your roots. “You called me, you wanted me, and I have you right now, moaning my name, and you have nothing.”

Something about his words kept bringing out your orgasms, each thrust adding to the pleasure immensely. You didn’t know how much you could handle—afraid you may pass out from how much he was using you, from his tight grip around you to his dick hitting inside of you mercilessly.

Hyunjae whispering ‘I won, Y/N’ was what had you losing it, your high this time ending up stronger than the rest. You were fully crying now, and yet he continued as if you were nothing.

He peppered your shoulder with kisses and had the slight decency to slow his pace, but he also took note of your sobs.

“Don’t tell me you still want him,” he began rambling, his lips still on your shoulder. “Don’t tell me after this that your heart still belongs to him, because if that were the case, I’d make you call him right now. Say you wish it was him instead of me, and that he’s the love of your life while you’re stuffed with my dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You could no longer think, and what you hated most was how reactive your body was—how you were just able to come for the third time, but Hyunjae’s dick solely being inside you snapped some other straw you weren’t aware you had, finding that your last high was incoming. 

Hyunjae had picked up the pace by then, and by knowing your body incredibly well, he reached down to your sensitive clit to relieve you. You both knew your fourth was arriving, and you held on tight to his arm.

“J-Jaehy- hyun, I’m—”

“Mine.”

You cried out, your entire body shaking, and Hyunjae pulled out, immediately releasing onto your back with a guttural moan after yanking off the condom. He was forced to catch his breath, watching you float in and out of consciousness.

Your eyes were closed, struggling to breathe through your sobs, and Hyunjae consoled you with a kiss on the back of your shoulder. 

“You’re mine, Y/N, whether you like it or not.”

He then pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving to grab paper towels from his trunk. You were heaving, still shaking, and left alone as a mess in his backseat, yet with him gone, you felt even more useless, wanting him back by your side instantly. You weakly cried out for him, your nails dragging against the seat in hopes of being in his arms soon, and maybe he was right.

Maybe you were his.

OUR INFERNO [ M.LIST | TWO ]

NAVIGATION — THE BOYZ

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#OUR INFERNO | lee hyunjae #deoboyznet #hyunjae #the boyz #tbz series #hyunjae smut #hyunjae fluff #hyunjae angst #hyunjae x reader #the boyz imagine #the boyz fanfiction #the boyz scenario #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #eric sohn #the boyz smut #tbz hard hours #tbz smut

[loverseon]

SOUL SWAP .ᐟ masterlist coming soon ᯓ★

pairing female reader x ???

genre royal au, fantasy, kinda mystery ish

synopsis you wake up in a bedroom thats not your own. curtains that arent your own, bed thats not your own. a life thats not your own. no one around you seems to take you very seriously when you try and explain that youre… not exactly who they think you are. but hey, who are you to complain when everywhere you look theres a handsome man who wants you?

word count tbd (around 30k+)

warnings angst, fluff, themes of death, suggestive (tbz being sexy what can i say) cursing, slow burn, gradual pairing reveal, will add more tags as we progress

teaser one moodboard playlist

part i. the dream of the golden bedroom

part ii. the hero of the first water

part iii. the saviour of the fallen

part iv. the master of the wild

part v. the commander of the gods

part vi. the ceremony of the conqueror

part vii. the end of the beginning

part viii. epilogue: the princess of stars

a/n shakes u by the shoulders ohhhh its happeninf its happeningg

#the boyz #the boyz au #the boyz angst #tbz fluff #tbz au #tbz angst #tbz #royal #kpop au #fantasy #the boyz fantasy au #the boyz fanfiction #the boyz fanfic #tbz fanfic #tbz smut #the boyz smut #tbz fantasy #tbz royal #the boyz royal #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #eric sohn

[luciathcv]

why do i even like him? - ksw

summary: your brother's best friend is a real asshole but yet you still like him || warnings: sunwoo is a little mean and he makes reader cry || genre: fluff at the end, slight angst ig, somewhat enemies to lovers?, brothers best friend trope || word count: approximately 500

sunwoo was your older brother's best friend

and he was an asshole

and like, maybe it wouldn't suck as much if he wasn't always around

oh, and also if you didn't have a huge crush on him..

but honestly, you don't even know why you like him

because like i said...

he's an asshole

for example, he has a.. habit (if you want to even call it that) of pulling your hair

not like aggressively per se

but like.. here i'll paint the picture

you'll be walking through your house

and well, like i said, sunwoo is always around so he's there

he'd come up behind you while heading to the living room where your brother was waiting for him to play some video games

and he'd gently tug your hair before walking past you

you'd look over at him, giving him a dirty look

even tho on the inside the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy

another thing he does is he'll literally steal your food

like???

you're sitting there at lunch, enjoying your food that you spent your hard earned money on

suddenly, sunwoo and your brother enter the room

sunwoo goes over to you and takes a bite of the food without even asking

"thanks" was all he'd say before leaving

meanwhile you're left furious

honestly why did you even like him

he'd constantly tease you as well

he'd make fun of your heights, your voice, the way you dressed, your attitude, etc.

it was only because he found all of those things cute tho but you didn't nor anyone else needed to know that

one day though, he'd went a little too far with his teasing

you ended up crying

he immediately felt bad when he saw you crying

but of course, he had to act like it didn't affect him...

you went to your room and continued to cry

after some time, there was a knock at your door

you hesitantly went to your door, expecting it to be your brother

but instead you were met with sunwoo

you were about to shut the door in his face but he stopped it, holding his hand out immediately and keeping it open

"i went too far.. i'm sorry." he'd apologize

"yeah, you did." you'd glare at him

there were a few moments of silence

"i never wanted to make you cry." sunwoo would tell you

you'd look up at him, but honestly, what could you say to that?

he wouldn't say anything as he just sighed and pulled you in for a hug

you'd be a little tense at first before finally just giving in

it was quite comforting you must admit

after a little bit, you'd pull away

all of the sudden, completely unexpectedly... he'd lean in and kiss you

you didn't kiss him back right away since you were shocked

but once you realized what was going on, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss

eventually, you'd pull away

"you're an asshole, you know that?" you'd ask

"yeah, i know.." was all he'd respond with

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Duty After School Imagine : 04

☆ Jang Younghoon x Reader ☆

- Part 1 -

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Part 2

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"Younghoon!" You grumbled as you watched him keep walking ahead of you with his focus solely on his smartphone.

"Hey, wait for me!" You ran to catch up with his fast pace.

"We're in the same tutoring center, why didn't you wait for me?" You asked in an annoyed tone.

But you only got a flat glance from Younghoon.

"Oh, hi (Name), hi Younghoon!"

Someone greeted, making you and Younghoon look back. It was Kim Chiyeol.

You cheerfully returned his greeting. "Hi, Kimchi!"

"Did ... your exam go well?"

You realized that Chiyeol was asking Younghoon that. But since there was no reply from him, you quickly responded. "I thought the exam was quite difficult, but maybe for Younghoon it was easy, like the practice questions he does everyday. Am I right, Younghoon?" You said as you gently nudged his shoulder.

Younghoon just gave you a flat look.

It wasn't long before the bus to the tutoring center arrived. Younghoon immediately entered the bus without intending to say goodbye first.

You grimaced awkwardly at Chiyeol, "Then I'll go first, see you tomorrow Kimchi!" You said.

"Ah, okay. Take care!"

Once you entered the bus, you looked at Younghoon who was sitting by the window. Then you casually walked over and sat on the empty seat next to him.

You heard a sigh from that man. "Can't you sit somewhere else?" said Younghoon without looking at you.

You smiled and shook your head. "I can't, the other seat is full."

You were obviously lying, because Younghoon had seen some empty seats when he boarded the bus earlier. However, he chose to keep quiet until you all reached the tutoring center.

When the bus stopped, you hurriedly got off the bus. Then stood by the bus door waiting for Younghoon to come out. As soon as he appeared, you smiled and invited him to enter the tutoring center together. But Younghoon just stayed where he was. You looked at him confused.

"Why are you just standing there? Let's go in, the class is starting soon," You said.

"I'm going to get a drink, you go in first."

Younghoon's words in a fairly soft tone managed to keep you frozen. Feeling a little surprised by his intonation that was somewhat different from the usual.

"Okay, hurry up and catch up."

Unbeknownst to you, Younghoon intended to skip class today. He just said he wanted to buy a drink so you wouldn't follow him.

Younghoon walked away from the building and went to an internet cafe.

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"Can you teach me about this material?" You looked up at Soocheol. He smiled sweetly at you, not forgetting a textbook with math problems in his hand.

"Let me see."

Immediately that boy occupies the empty seat in front of you. Then gave you the book to look at.

You nodded slightly as you read the problem, "The method is, first you multiply this number by this one, then add them up. After that, substitute it into the equation," You explained.

Soocheol was seen nodding his head. "Wow, it was so easy. Thank you!" he said happily.

"No problem."

Too happy to finally understand the question, Soocheol who wanted to go back to his seat took a time to ruffle your hair. You, who were surprised to get such treatment, could only stand stiffly. You hope that no one saw what happened just now.

But, all those things did not escape Younghoon's sight. He had been glancing at you from his seat. Without realizing it, his hand was firmly pressed against the edge of the book he was reading.

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"Jang Younghoon! Why are you avoiding me?" You stare wearily at this man. At lunchtime, you wanted to invite him to eat together in the cafeteria. But before you could speak, he got up from his seat and left the classroom.

Now you catch up with him walking towards the gym instead of the cafeteria. You shake off your confusion and choose to ask the question that has been on your mind since yesterday.

"Why didn't you have lessons yesterday? Where did you go?" You asked, finally feeling a little relieved to be able to say that.

"None of your business."

"Hey, it's definitely one of my business. What am I going to answer if your mom ask me?" You retorted.

Younghoon give you a disapproving glance. "Stop meddling in other people's business."

"Hey! It's my concern as your friend, you know?" You replied with an annoyed chuckle.

You couldn't help but feel irritated by the snide reply from your mom's best friend's son.

Without warning, Younghoon stepped closer to you with his sharp gaze. "Then stop caring about me, because I never considered you as a friend."

You were frozen on the spot. Never really felt this pain in your chest when Younghoon shot back at you with his cynical words.

"So annoying."

After that, Younghoon walked back out leaving you that still rooted in your spot.

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Four weeks pass slowly. You stare at the signed parental consent paper in your hand. You sigh before finally getting out of the car and dragging your suitcase into the school area.

Your eyes looked around the school. In front of the entrance gate, there were some soldiers standing guard. Now in the corridor, you see the final year students chatting with their friends or some who just arrived with a big bag or suitcase like you.

"Morning, (Name)! Are you coming too?" Yoojung, the class president, greets you. You smiled back at her and gave a small nod, then walked towards your seat in front of Aeseol.

"Morning, Aeseol," you greeted.

Aeseol smiles at you. "Good morning, (Name)."

While looking around the classroom, your eyes accidentally crossed with Younghoon who was sitting in his seat. You snorted softly and quickly looked away.

Meanwhile, Younghoon, who had been watching you from the start, quietly sighed.

At first, Younghoon was relieved that you were no longer bothering him by pretending to be close. He feels that his day become quieter without anyone to talk to. However, deep down, he felt lonely. Younghoon wants to deny that he misses you from making his day less monotonous.

Younghoon also realized that you've always been kind and friendly to him, even though he always replied flatly or uncaringly. That warm attitude of yours, he really missed it.

Younghoon regretted it.

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"As soon as you are given a weapon, shout out your name and serial number!"

You, who are in the back row, can only peek while tiptoeing forward. In front of you was the figure of Jangsoo's pole, making it difficult for you to see your friends who were being given weapons in front of the row.

Younghoon, who was right behind you, tried to hide his smile. "Be patient, you'll get one too."

Hearing that voice made you turn your head. You stared in surprise at Younghoon who had just spoken. You had no idea he had been behind you all along.

But you tried to neutralize your facial expressions and faced forward again.

Younghoon looked at your back sadly. He hoped that by talking to you, he might be able to get you to return to your old behavior. But, hope is just hope.

You no longer made any effort to peek ahead, just stood still and took a few steps forward when told to until you finally got your share of the firearms.

"Thank you, sir."

After mentioning your identity and the serial number of the weapon, you instantly turned around and walked out of the line. You walk towards your classmates who are gathered on the sidelines.

"Wow, this is really cool. Just like in the game!" You said after sitting next to Yoojung.

"Have you ever played a game?" asked Jangsoo who was in Yoojung's right side.

You gave Jangsoo an annoyed look, " Of course I have! Don't underestimate me!" you retorted.

"I thought you were just playing a cooking game or a brain teaser quiz." Youngshin, who was sitting behind you commented.

You rolled your eyes lazily. "Never mind, I'm done with you guys."

Both boys laughed as they watched you get up and move away from the crowd of classmates.

Younghoon who wanted to come to you after getting a weapon, immediately sat down next to you. You just glanced at him without interest.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"None of your business."

Of all your friends, why did it have to be this man who approached you. You're still upset about what he said the other day. But you couldn't shake your worry once you realized that there were cuts in several corners of his face. It must be because of his fight with Ilha yesterday.

"I didn't know you liked fighting."

You silently curse your lips for saying that. But, what's happened is happens. You shook off your pride and looked at Younghoon, waiting for his reply.

Younghoon turned to you. "He's gone too far, he should be taught a lesson once in a while."

You unconsciously chuckled. For some reason, you felt funny about Younghoon's answer. It feels very strange, considering Younghoon who only cares about lessons could say such a thing. It seemed like he was completely fed up with Ilha's attitude.

"Are you laughing?" said Younghoon in surprise.

You cleared your throat and shook your head. You quickly grabbed the bandage you carried in your uniform pocket and handed it to Younghoon.

"For your wound," you said as Younghoon looks at the bandage and your face in turn.

"Thanks."

Your heart raced as you caught the faint smile on his face. It's an expression Younghoon rarely shows.

You feel that since you silenced him a few week ago, he has started to change his attitude towards you. He sometimes invites you to talk first, or when you have trouble answering the questions on the board, he offers to help.

Yeah, you know he probably does that to improve his grades, not to help you. That's why you shouldn't be too confident. But, you also can't deny that you feel good about it. It's as if your struggle to get close to Younghoon is now paying off.

"Can you put it on for me?"

You blinked a few times. Younghoon was still looking at you with his hand thrusting the plaster towards you.

"Ekhm, y-yeah. Let me put it on."

Your heart skipped a beat, especially when you leaned closer to Younghoon to apply the plaster to the wound on his face. "Done."

"(Name),"

You held your breath, surprised by Younghoon that suddenly holding your hand.

"Forgive me, for what I said before."

That man was still focusing his attention on you. You could see the guilty look in his eyes.

Prit!!!!

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! GET TOGETHER RIGHT NOW!"

You suddenly let go of Younghoon's grip. Then move towards the Platoon Commander who just called out.

Meanwhile, Younghoon stared flatly at Lieutenant Lee. He had yet to receive an apologetic reply from you, even though he had tried his best to remove all his prestige just to apologize to you.

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part one - character (re)introductions

prom committee: the reunion - ot8!skz × reader x ot11!tbz, uni!au, crack comedy, angst, fluff

warnings: sexual humour | rating: pg13

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[staynoonaz9290]

Kinktober 2022 - Day 12: Younghoon

Prompt: Kinktober 2022 - Frottage

Group: The Boyz

Pairing: Younghoon/Fem! Reader (First Person)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dry Humping, Sexual/Suggestive Content, Slow-Moving-Sex Life, Consensual Next Moves, Making Out, Slight Desperation

Word Count: 686

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COMPLETE

Since we’d started dating, Younghoon had always wanted to take it slow.

We hadn’t kissed until the third date, hadn’t touched until two months in, and hadn’t done much of anything for the six months we’d been together.

Of course, I understood and always wanted to respect him; Younghoon’s previous relationship had moved much too quickly, and he was convinced that’d been the reason it’d crumbled.

So I waited.

Kissing until he told me to stop, letting him be the one to push my hand beneath his shirt; moving at Younghoon’s pace.

But sometimes, being with him and seeing just how hot he could be…

I could get a little sexually frustrated.

My lips moved against Younghoon’s, fingers threading through his hair, shivering slightly when he exhaled impatiently against my lips.

Since the moment we’d gotten to my apartment, things had been a little more heated than usual.

Maybe it’s because I wore the silky, red dress I knew he was a little crazy about.

Maybe it’s because we’d both had wine at our dinner with friends, and- somehow- Haknyeon had convinced us to take some shots of Soju.

Or maybe it was because Younghoon was just hot as always- especially like this- body on top of mine, leg pushed between my own, our hips pressed together-

His hands were running up my dress, pushing the fabric up as he went, his fingers curling against my skin like he couldn’t control it- couldn’t help it- almost like he wanted more…

And I was fine with it, pushing my body into his touch, the warmth of his fingers bringing my nerves to life, the feel of him pressed against me like this enough to have me kissing him harder.

We turned our heads, deepening the kiss, tasting one another, his tongue sliding against my own, stealing the breath from my lungs, Younghoon’s quiet moan the only sound in the room.

My hands were running up and beneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin there, his shoulders rolling back a bit into my touch, our kisses getting messier; a little uncoordinated-

Then Younghoon lowered his body a little more completely on top of mine, groaning under his breath, and rolled his hips against me.

And shit, he’d never done this before, my body on fire from such a small move, feeling how turned on he was as he moved, breath leaving his lungs in his rush-

He broke our kiss, hanging his head above me, hair tickling my lips as he moved again, moaning a little louder, fingers curling into the sheets-

I arched my back off the bed, pushing my hips against his, Younghoon hissing through gritted teeth and sliding against me, the feel of it incredible, my head tilting back at the surprising pleasure of it-

And maybe it’s because I’d wanted him for so long; wanted him like this- coming undone, grinding against me, breaths labored as our bodies moved together.

Or maybe it’s because Younghoon was so into it, another almost frustrated groan slipping from his lips as he moved into me; like- again- he just didn’t have control-

But I was feeling breathless from all of it, my leg lifting up to wrap around his hips, guiding him slightly as he rolled into me again, both of us gasping together-

I knew what was coming- knew with nothing but my panties and his thin basketball shorts between us that things would only get hotter- go further- wondering if he was ready, if he wanted that-

“Younghoon-” I all but whispered, tilting my head forward once more, Younghoon lifting up as his eyes met mine. “Do you… want to do more?”

And he knew he could tell me no at any time; that we’d had many conversations, and things were always in his hands.

But his eyes were darker, something in his expression I’d never seen before- something like desire- as he stared at me for a long moment.

Then he was leaning forward rather suddenly, kissing me hard and exhaling sharply against my lips, whispering the word I’d secretly been waiting for.

“Yes.”

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Personagens da minha fanfic de The Boyz e Fromis_9

Título: Pequenos Sonhos

Personagens: Younghoon, Hyunjae, Gyuri e Saerom.

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[eauteous]

How can we become friends who we loved?

Disclaimer: this is fanfiction written by me and I use THE BOYZ’s Lee Hyunjae, Kim Younghoon and Ji Changmin name as my character here. Everything is here is not related to THE BOYZ or IST Entertainment. Picture credit to the owner.

The idea is coming from How can we become friends who we loved by Song Ha Yea.

Tags: one-sided love and angst.

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Tidak pernah sekali terbesit dalam pikiran Eric untuk kembali menginjakkan kakinya di kota kelahirannya, di tempat di mana Eric enggan ia mengingat satu hal seumur hidupnya. Eric tersenyum tipis mengingat kota tempatnya dilahirkan, kota tempat Eric tumbuh dan menghabiskan waktu bersama keluarga dan teman-temannya berubah menjadi kota yang paling enggan Eric kunjungi hanya karena satu orang: Sunwoo.

Sunwoo

Masih ada perasaan aneh yang tidak nyaman dalam hatinya ketika mengingat nama itu, nama teman masa kecilnya yang menjadi orang pertama yang membuat Eric merasakan sensasi puluhan kupu-kupu berterbangan didalam perutnya sekaligus menjadi orang pertama yang membuat Eric mengerti bagaimana rasanya ditolak dan patah hati.

“Nu kalau gue suka sama lo gimana?” pertanyaan itu meluncur tanpa aba-aba, membuat Sunwoo (dan juga Eric) mengerjapkan mata terkejut.

“Suka gimana?” alih-alih menjawab, Sunwoo malah melontarkan pertanyaan ke Eric. Ia memposisikan dirinya duduk menghadap Eric dengan kening mengernyit bingung. “Kata suka menurut gue tuh artinya banyak dan butuh konteks kemana kata suka lo ini berujung. Lo suka gue sebagai teman? suka gue sebagai saudara? suka gue sebagai orang yang lo kagumi? atau suka sama gue dalam konteks romansa?”

Eric mengatupkan kedua bibirnya. Matanya menatap lurus ke mata Sunwoo. Kalimat terakhir yang dilontarkan Sunwoo terdengar ragu yang membuat Eric merasa gelisah dan cemas secara bersamaan. Sang adam tidak langsung menjawab, matanya masih menatap lurus ke arah Sunwoo sebelum terkekeh pelan. “Kalau yang terakhir gimana?”

Ada nada ragu dan takut yang terdengar dari suara Eric. Sunwoo mengakui itu. Dan harus dirinya akui juga kalau Sunwoo merasakan hal yang sama; ragu dan takut. Ragu akan perasaannya sendiri, ragu akan perasaan Eric padanya, takut akan jawaban yang ia ucapkan nantinya, dan juga takut akan pertemanan mereka.

“Eric. Lo yakin sama konteks suka apa yang lo rasain? kayaknya itu cuma perasaan nyaman lo aja karena pertemanan kita deh. Kalau boleh jujur gue juga suka menghabiskan waktu gue sama lo karena lo teman gue, teman yang tumbuh besar bareng sama gue dari masih makan disuapin sampai se tua ini. Kayaknya yang lo rasain ke gue sekadar perasaan suka antara teman Ric. Gue merasakan hal yang sama juga kok.”

Langit malam bertabur banyak bintang membuat Eric tidak bisa menahan senyum walaupun masih ada perasaan kurang nyaman ketika ia menginjakkan kakinya di kota ini. Eric sengaja memilih melanjutkan kuliah di luar kota usai kelulusan untuk menjauh dari semua hal yang membuatnya tidak nyaman dan merasa menjadi sosok paling menyedihkan karena Sunwoo. Menjauh dari Sunwoo , seseorang yang selalu Eric sebut dalam doanya. Sosok yang selalu dia harapkan tidak pernah bertemu sekalipun dalam hidupnya. Sosok yang membuat Eric selalu merapalkan doa untuk memutuskan kesempatan keduanya bertemu.

Tapi harapan hanya harapan ‘kan? kalau keluarga Eric masih tinggal di kota kelahirannya, tinggal tepat disebelah rumah Sunwoo, keduanya pasti akan bertemu sekuat apapun Eric menghindar.

“Eric?”

Sebuah suara mengisi indera pendengarannya. Eric mengerjapkan matanya beberapa kali merasa familiar dengan suara sekaligus wangi parfum yang mulai menusuk hidungnya. Ragu-ragu Eric menoleh ke asal suara yang memanggilnya yang membuat Eric sedetik kemudian menyesali tindakannya.

Sunwoo, seseorang yang Eric hindari selama bertahun-tahun berdiri tepat beberapa langkah didepannya dengan raut wajah terkejut dan sorot mata yang Eric rindukan.

Eric meremat kopernya erat. Kepalanya menunduk, menghindari tatapan tajam Sunwoo. “Maaf...”

Sunwoo menghela nafasnya berat. Sorot mata tajam yang ia berikan ke Eric berubah menjadi sorot mata kecewa. “Kenapa harus gini sih, Ric? kenapa harus sampai lo menjauh dari gue?”

“Kita udah beda, Nu. Semenjak gue merasa gue punya perasaan lebih ke elo, gue merasa semuanya berubah dan berbeda. Gue merasa terlalu banyak sedih karena mikirin gimana kalau lo naksir orang lain. Gue tertekan dengan pikiran gue sendiri kalau misalkan lo naksir orang lain dan gue lihat lo sama orang yang lo mau Nu. Gue jadi takut muncul di depan lo. Gue takut sama rasa sakit yang gue rasain karena penolakan lo. Gue takut sama semua hal yang bakalan menganggu lo karena perasaan gue. Gue …” Eric menggantungkan kata-katanya, ia mendongakkan kepalanya menatap Sunwoo yang sedang menatapnya lurus, menunggu Eric melanjutkan ucapannya. “Gue juga merasa ada yang berubah. Gue merasa gue berubah dan lo juga berubah. Gue — ”

“Gue berubah karena lo, Eric!” Sunwoo menyela ucapan Eric yang sukses membuat Eric mengerjapkan matanya terkejut. “Lo duluan yang berubah. Lo duluan yang menjauh dari gue. Lo yang mulai semuanya Eric. Gue cuma ikutin lo aja. Lo yang terlalu takut, lo yang menarik diri lo dari gue. Terus gue harus apa? berusaha nahan lo? udah Eric. Gue berusaha reach out lo, tapi lo tetap sama. Lo tetap menarik diri lo dari gue. Gue berubah karena lo. Karena perasaan lo dan pikiran lo ke gue.”

Eric menarik ujung bibirnya, membentuk senyum tipis usai mendengar ucapan Sunwoo. “Benar ya kata orang kalau dalam pertemanan salah satunya ada yang jatuh cinta pilihannya cuma dua: bersikap egois atau berdamai. Gue merasa egois banget kalau begini. Egois karena gue terlalu mikirin perasaan gue sendiri. Nu, mulai sekarang kita gausah temenan lagi ya? maaf karena gue egois memilih perasaan gue sendiri ketimbang pertemanan kita.” Eric mengangkat tangannya, memberi gesture untuk Sunwoo tidak menyela ucapannya lagi. “Nu, mulai sekarang perasaan gue tanggung jawab gue ya? maaf lo jadi berubah dan ikut merasa enggak nyaman karena gue. Maaf ya, Nu. Maafin gue.”

“Apa kabar?” tanya Sunwoo. Ia menyodorkan sekaleng minuman soda ke arah Eric. “Lama enggak ketemu Ric.”

Eric meraih kaleng soda yang Sunwoo sodorkan lalu menggenggam erat kalengnya, berusaha menyalurkan rasa gugup dan takut yang tiba-tiba menyelimuti dirinya. “Gini aja.” Eric menjawab singkat.

Sunwoo tersenyum. Senyum yang sama. Senyum yang selalu Eric sukai dari dulu. Senyum yang selalu sukses membuat Eric ikut tersenyum, dulu. “Lebih baik pastinya ya?”

Eric menggeleng kecil. “Lo punya teman baru selain gue sekarang, Nu?” Eric mengeluh dalam hati, memaki dirinya yang selalu impulsif melontarkan apapun yang ada dipikirannya.

“Ada.” Sunwoo menatap Eric. “Pastinya ada, Ric. Teman itu selalu ada. Gue punya teman di sini. Lo juga pasti punya teman selain gue kan di sana?”

“Lo bahagia Nu? bahagia tanpa gue yang biasanya selalu ada disekitar lo?” Eric mengigit bibir bawahnya gugup menunggu jawaban Sunwoo.

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Eric mendesah pelan, “Jadi yang tersiksa disini cuma gue ya, Nu? cuma gue yang berusaha keras buat lupain semuanya yang gue rasain. Lupain semua hal yang menghantui gue sampai gue selalu gelisah dan takut. Cuma gue yang tersiksa sendiri karena lo bisa melanjutkan hidup lo dengan atau tanpa gue di samping lo. Lo bisa berdiri dengan baik Nu, sedangkan gue merangkak buat terlihat baik.”

Kali ini helaan nafas panjang terdengar dari Sunwoo. Ia mengalihkan pandangannya dari Eric usai Eric menyelesaikan ucapannya. Raut wajah bersahabat Sunwoo terganti dengan raut wajah lelah dan kesal. “Kita baru ketemu setelah sekian lama Ric. Gausah bahas itu dulu.”

“Gue mau bahas itu sekarang karena gue gak mau menghabiskan waktu gue berlama-lama disekitar lo, Nu. Gue gak suka sama perasaanya.”

“Lo kira gue suka?!” Sunwoo mendelik menatap Eric kesal. “Gue gak suka sama keadaan kaya gini. Pertemanan kita tuh hancur dan berantakan karena perasaan aja. Gue gak suka teman gue pergi menjauh karena perasaanya ke gue. Gue juga gak suka Ric bukan lo aja. Gue rasanya mau marah waktu lo ninggalin gue gitu aja dan memutus semua jalan komunikasi bagi kita berdua. Kenapa sih harus ada perasaan diantara kita, Ric? gue paham kalau perasaan diluar kendali. Kita gak tau mau jatuh sama siapa dan kapan. Tapi gue beneran merasa mau marah karena lo ninggalin gue gitu aja, Ric.”

“Kita temenan lama banget Ric. Tapi bisa ya, pertemanan kita rusak cuma karena perasaan aja. Gue bisa Ric. Gue bisa tetap jadi teman lo walaupun lo lihat gue dengan pandangan yang berbeda. Gue tetap bisa jadi Sunwoo yang lo kenal, Sunwoo teman lo. Tapi lo yang narik diri lo dari gue, Ric.”

“Karena gue sama lo beda, Nu. Dari segi manapun lo sama gue beda. Lo gak punya perasaan lebih kaya gue jelas aja lo bisa tetap bersikap jadi teman gue, tapi gue enggak Nu. Gue gak bisa tetap bersikap sama ke elo. Gue gak mau ketemu lo karena gue takut, Nu.” Eric meraih tangan Sunwoo, menyodorkan sekaleng minuman soda yang diberikan Sunwoo kepadanya. “Buat lihat senyum lo dan tatapan lo ke gue aja gue gak bisa Nu. Gue gak nyaman bahkan buat sekadar dengar nama lo aja. Jangankan nyaman Nu, gue punya keberanian buat ketemu lo secara nyaman kaya dulu aja enggak ada. Gue gak ngerti perasaan lo, sama kaya lo gak ngerti perasaan gue.”

Eric tersenyum tipis. “Lo bisa tetap bersikap biasa seolah kita teman, tapi gue gak bisa Nu. Lo sama gue beda. How can we become friends who we loved? gue gak mau makin menyusahkan lo dengan perasaan gue. Kita gak bisa jadi teman lagi Nu. Mungkin nanti bisa kalau perasaan gue sudah nggak ada, tapi semuanya tetap nggak akan sama. Maaf ya Nu. Maafin gue karena merusak semuanya.”

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[23:58] “are you real?” you ask, whispering so you don’t wake up your boyfriend who is sleeping by your side. he looks so angelic and you love to stay just like this, looking at him and sometimes caressing his face softly. obviously, you don’t expect any answers to your question because you know he is sleeping.

“what is this question suddenly?” younghoon asks with his eyes closed still, but there’s a smile on his face, he let’s out a chuckle. 

“i thought you were sleeping” you are kinda startled because you didn’t see this coming.

“i was... but you woke me up” he says, now his eyes are open and he is looking directly at you. because it’s dark you can’t see much but you know that he is giving you that look when he is trying to look serious about something. you know that he is lying.

“so funny” you just say this and he stops playing the game he was before and pushes you right to his chest. now you feel the warm of his body against yours.

while still hugging you he moves away a little so he can see your face and says  “does it feel real to you?” and pecks a kiss on your cheek, you sigh, kinda showing that you want more. younghoon, like always gets the message, because he knows you too well. so he starts to kiss your lips, gently placing his hands on your face and then running his fingers through your hair. when you are almost out of air, his lips move to your shoulder, pecking a little kiss on it. after this, he hugs you so tightly that you fall asleep. 

when you made that question, you already knew the answer, but loving him was something you never dreamt it was possible to happend, that sometimes you felt like it was just a dream. until you realize it was really real.

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[peachy-writings]

Over My Head ↷ Preview

I had a series that followed a Doctor!Younghoon oneshot on my old account. Since it was nearing its end, I’ve decided to post it all together in oneshot format for easier consumption and less work on my part lmao. If you had been tuning into the series, I’m glad to finally be giving you a conclusion to a long ride!

Member ➝ Kim Younghoon of The Boyz

Special Cameos ➝ Ex!Juyeon; Frenemie!Sunwoo; Chanhee; Changmin; Jaehyun; Eric

Content ➝ Flangst; Drama; Unrequited love; Nostalgia; Friendship | Gender neutral reader

Warnings ➝ Crying; Perhaps an identity crisis; Language

Word Count ➝ 2.4k

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Synopsis ➝ Brought together by his decision to give up his career as a doctor, your best friend Younghoon is on a mission to make up for the time he’s lost in those hospital corridors. As you complete the tasks on his Fuck-It List together, you find yourself silently falling hard. You have your reasons for keeping these feelings under wraps though, especially with the ongoing inquiries from your friends about the ambiguous relationship you seem to have with your ex, Juyeon.

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“Why are you here again?”

A heavy sigh punctuates your sentence, coming when you get a good look at his face.

Younghoon stands in your doorway, dark circles under his eyes and lips pouted out in an attempt to gain your sympathy. His clothes look to have been pulled on with little effort, his jacket barely hanging onto his broad shoulders and his shoelaces tucked in rather than tied.

“You can shut the door if you don’t want me here. I’ll probably fall asleep on your welcome mat, though.”

Your eyes roll at the fact that he can still find his humorous side on negative hours of sleep paired with far too much caffeine to be speaking in full sentences. It’s jarring to you how much doctors preach moderation and healthy habits and then live like this.

The door widens. “As tempting as it is to do that when you’re being such a smartass, you know I’d never shut you out.”

“And that’s why I love you,” he murmurs as he slips past you and heads straight for the couch, landing face down in the cushions.

You shut and lock the door, blinking at the man that looks as if he has knocked out on the spot. If it weren’t for the regular rising and falling of his back, you’d think he was a dead body.

“You really need to take better care of yourself, Hoon,” you finally say after a minute of observing him.

A halfhearted hum answers you, and another when you drape a blanket over him. Finally, he shifts his head to the side and looks up at you, bleary eyes silently begging you. But for what?

“What do you want? A lullaby?”

“As nice as that would be, I think a pillow will suffice.”

“Why don’t you just take the bed? Your back’s gonna be killing you tomorrow if you sleep here,” you counter, a hand landing on your hip.

“No, no. It’s fine.”

“Look at you,” you cry. “Your feet are hanging off the end of the couch. That can’t be comfortable.”

“Y/N, I sleep wherever I can, whenever I can. And this is far from the worst place I’ve slept. I’ll be fine.”

A resigned puff of air leaves your mouth when you realize that you’re not winning this battle. And a few moments later, you're placing a couple pillows under Younghoon’s head.

“I asked for a pillow.”

“Just shut up and be grateful.”

His lips curl up and the edges of his eyes crinkle. For a small sliver of time, you get a glimpse of the side of Younghoon that rarely has time to shine these days. So many hours spent in the hospital, witnessing more tragedies than miracles and dedicating most of his life to his career has whittled him down to… The same person you once knew, just a hell of a lot more stoic.

When you first met, he was just a guy that dreamt of being a doctor. He spent a lot of time on his studies back in college, but there was still this sparkle in his eyes. And he was such a softy, too. Always sending pictures of various baby animals to your group chats, as well as paragraphs detailing how much he loved all of his friends and why. Just because.

Now, he barely talks to any of your college buddies. Even if he wanted to, he simply doesn’t have that kind of time anymore. Friends grow apart, it’s natural, is what he says when you bring it up in situations where the two of you are able to talk normally. Usually, it’s just quickly exchanged greetings, or half-coherent conversations before he passes out on your couch. And very rarely, lunch dates on days where you visit the hospital and his coworkers practically toss him into your arms.

Other than that, you’re absolutely convinced that he has no non-work related human interaction. It saddens you, leaves you wondering if he is as happy as he claims to be. Leaves you confused as to why he frequently shows up at your door after a long shift instead of going to his own apartment. They are nearly the same distance from the hospital, and in entirely different directions too. Still, though, it makes you happy that for whatever reason, he makes the effort to be around you. Even if that reason is to sleep on your coach and then raid your pantry when he inevitably wakes up.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You pause, halfway out of the room.

“Yes?” The word stretches out, warily entering the air around you.

“... Do you think I have a personality?”

Your eyebrows draw together at the sudden question and you carefully make your way back to the couch, sitting on the floor so that you’re at eye level with him.

“What’s this about? And do you think we could talk about this after you sleep? I don't even want to ask how long you’ve been up.”

“74 hours. And I don’t think I can go to sleep if we don’t talk about it.”

You frown and lean back on your hands, getting comfortable. “Alright, then… Yes. You have a personality, Hoon.”

“Presently?”

“What?”

“I mean, do you just associate me with the person I was in college, or do you think I’m—different now?”

The way his voice dips nearly breaks your heart. It sounds as though he’s been pondering this for a while, dwelling on it and letting it fester in his sleep deprived mind until he was able to get it out.

You sigh. “Of course you’re different from your college self. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a personality. I don’t understand why you’re asking me these things.”

Younghoon stays silent, looking down at the soft blanket that covers him up to his chin.

“I don’t know,” he whispers. “I just feel like I’ve been so wrapped up in work for so long. And I don’t really have a social life. And you know how people say you aren’t the same person you are at work—that you have, like, a persona when you’re working, but you’re really you when you’re around your friends?”

“Younghoon…”

“I don’t think I know who I am anymore, Y/N,” he finally admits, lips pulling into a thin, punctuating line. You can tell he is holding in his emotions, or at least attempting to.

The tears that make his eyes glisten as they manifest are a dead giveaway to the emotions he attempts to keep hidden.

“What makes you say that? You’re a doctor, Hoon. You interact with patients all day long and they love you because you’re you. You can’t manufacture a whole personality with that line of work. It’s just not possible.”

“I know that,” he whispers. “But that’s not what this is about. Who do you think I am? Right now?”

The question catches you by surprise and you have to take a moment to think about it.

“Well… You’re Younghoon. You’re the guy that sleeps on my couch at least twice a week, even though he could easily go to his own apartment after work.” He chuckles softly and you send him a mellow grin before continuing, “You’re the guy that talks on and on about how passionate he is about saving lives. Who loves ballads and pop rocks and can annoy the shit out of me without lifting so much as a finger—”

“You got that right!”

“Shut up, I’m complimenting you.” A pause as you figure out where you were in your mini-rant. “You're my best friend, and I wouldn’t have you any other way than who you are right now. Or who you’ll be in a year! I don’t care about you because of the little things. I care because of the broader things. You make a huge effort to be around me even though you barely have time to take care of yourself….”

Your voice softens as you say this and he nods, recognizing the truth in your words.

“You call me when you’ve had a bad day but always ask about me first and listen until I’m done. You’re a sweet person, and you’re my hero. That’s who you are, Younghoon. And no matter if you think you don’t have a personality, believe me—You do.”

“Wow, Y/N,” he murmurs. “That’s more than I expected.”

The glistening in his eyes turns into full-on tears at this point and he quickly moves to wipe his face with the sleeve of the jacket he hasn’t bothered taking off. A sad smile lifts the corners of your mouth as you watch him fail to hide his emotions. You aren’t having it. Knowing Younghoon, you assume that he hasn’t let himself cry in a very long time. Maybe not even when he’s alone. So you push for more from him, wanting to encounter his more vulnerable side almost selfishly.

“Well, that’s what I genuinely believe,” you tell him, grasping his hand to halt the rough way he rubs his cheeks.

He looks at you, eyes red and bottom lip bitten down on to aid in ceasing it’s wobble. And in that moment, he appears so small. So absolutely vulnerable and sad. For the first time in a while, you are looking at the Younghoon that lies within all of the exterior armor he carefully puts on. And he lets you. Tentatively, you use your own shirt sleeve to dab under his damp eyes. After a few moments, he sits up, appearing antsy at such a tender gesture. He sniffles and screws his eyes shut to make the tears halt, but they don’t.

“Stop that,” you quietly chide as you move onto the spot next to him. “Just let it happen. The more you fight it, the longer you’re gonna cry.”

He huffs petulantly at your comment but still follows your words, letting his shoulders relax and releasing his now-bruised lip from his teeth. A grunt of discomfort, maybe annoyance, leaves him when he doesn’t stop crying in the next moment. You click your tongue and reach out to him, tugging him by his collar until he goes limp at your touch. Younghoon’s sobs get more intense once he is in your arms, his nose finding purchase in the crook of your neck as if to hide himself.

It’s almost comical, and at the same time very endearing, how such a big man can become a fraction of his size in your embrace. You hold him close, one hand smoothening his hair as the other languidly runs up and down his back. Repeatedly, you murmur encouraging words to him. You aren’t sure where you picked up this habit or if the things you’re saying are relevant to this situation, but your repetition of it’s okay’s and i’m right here’s seem to do the trick in eventually calming him down.

And for a chunk of time that feels eternal but could actually be a couple of minutes, you sit there, holding him as he sniffles every once in a while. You bury your face in his hair, not caring that he smells of a sterile hospital, and you close your eyes. Somehow, you’ve ended up on your back with him curled up on top of you, but the pressure of his body weight feels unexpectedly soothing.

“I’m okay now. You can let go,” Younghoon tells you after clearing his throat. His voice is raw though, and it wavers and cracks over that handful of words.

“You sure?” You ask as you pull away, tilting your head to look at his puffy face.

His mouth opens but no words come out. Instead, he lets out a choked sob and you frown.

“Alright,” you decide, standing up and grabbing his hands, “you need some good sleep. C’mon, we’re going to bed.”

“W-what?”

You sigh. “Get up. C’mon.”

You tug at his hands until he stands, and then you pull him into your room. He plays with his fingers as he watches you peel back the covers on your bed, standing in the corner. A hand waves him over and he slowly approaches, suddenly shy.

“Don’t act like a stranger,” you chuckle out, sitting him on the bed. “And take off that damn jacket.”

He raises his arms and gives you an expectant look. Usually, this behavior would irk you a little, but the look in his eyes melts your heart. You find yourself tugging his jacket off for him before you realize it. Again, you sigh, and take a second to run a hand through his hair. He looks down at the floor and you swear you see his ears turn red.

“Surprisingly, you don’t have any pajamas here, but I’m sure sleeping in jeans feels disgusting, so do what you want,” you tell him before gently pushing his head to the side as a signal for him to lay down. “I’ll be on the couch if you need me.”

You don’t even make it to the living room before you hear Younghoon calling for you. Your heart flutters—that’s new—and you rush back to the room to find him lying with the covers pulled up to his chin again.

“Need something?”

Younghoon gives you that big-eyed look that causes you to soften on the spot.

“... Don’t judge me for asking this.”

“Hoon-“

“Can we cuddle again? Please? I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

Your lips pout out and your brows raise in the center. He sounds so vulnerable, and the way he’s acting tonight is so different than usual. You can’t help but to cave and climb into bed beside him, completely ignoring the flashing warning sign that is your racing heart. Younghoon blinks at you, mirroring the way you lay on your side, facing him. Neither of you move, which makes you stiffen up, nerves acting up for some reason. Just do it, you tell yourself. But another part of you wishes for him to reach out. You don’t want to be the one to do it.

To your relief, Younghoon raises an arm, prompting you to scoot closer to him. You carefully lay your head on the pillow his head is on, faces far too close. He ducks down and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. A hand comes up to smoothen his hair again, and he hums contentedly. In less than five minutes, he is fast asleep and you are left alone to process why you’re suddenly feeling this way toward him, your best friend, of all people.

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[boyzcatchingfire]

Just Three Words ~ *Kim Younghoon*

Summary: Younghoon is in love with you. Plain and simple. However, how does he tell you that he loves you? What if everything changes for the worst by telling you just three words? He can't do it!

Pairing: Kim Younghoon X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 878

Warning: N/A

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Younghoon never got nervous. Never, ever. But as he sat there, waiting for you at the park, he could feel butterflies start to flap in his stomach. 

He had no idea why he was so nervous. You were coming. You said you were coming. So he should be totally, one hundred percent fine. But he couldn’t help but not feel fine. Besides, it wasn’t every day you were about to tell your best friend since forever, girlfriend for the past few months that you loved her. Of course he would be nervous.

But Younghoon never got nervous. So he wasn’t nervous. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

Checking his phone again, you still hadn’t texted him with any changes to your plans to meet him at the park. So what was taking you so long? Why was he so worried about you? Why couldn’t he just snap his fingers and have you appear right before his eyes? Just where were you?

“HEY!” Your voice and your hand on his shoulder caused Younghoon to almost jump out of his skin. He was just about to call you again and here you are.

“O-oh. Hey Y/n.” He smiled, trying to get his racing heart under control. But it was all for naught as you laughed that pretty laugh he loved so much.

“Hi Younghoon. Sorry for scaring you.” You continued to laugh. “But I saw you sitting over here and I saw my opportunity and I just had to take it, you know?”

He nodded, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure you just had to.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Oh c’mon, like you wouldn’t do the same to me.”

“I-” He paused. “Fair point but still!”

Shaking your head, you took his hand and smiled. All he could do was smile back. “Are you ready?”

Was he ready? Was he ready to finally tell you the three little words that changed everything? Not that that didn’t already happen when he asked you to be his girlfriend, but still. He wasn’t sure he was ready to tell you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

“I’m ready.”

And with that, your date began.

A date at the park had been your idea. You wanted to spend time outside and stay active with Younghoon without going overboard. Besides, this park was where your relationship began. The playground was where you first met Younghoon and the pond nearby was where he told you he wanted to be your boyfriend. None of that was lost on Younghoon. It was like you knew he was going to tell you he loved you today and that’s why you picked this specific park. The idea alone sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach, but he kept it hidden. Today was going to be perfect, he made sure of it.

And it was. After the two of you walked around the pond, you spent a little time playing on the playground. It felt like you were little kids all over again. Those happy memories lived on in your date and it made him happy to share it with you. You still had the same smile and laugh that he liked even when he was younger. He fell in love with you all over again.

If only he could tell you.

As the sun started to set, the two of you were lazily swinging together on the swing set, your hands interlaced together. The atmosphere had changed from childish fun to sweet and romantic. He knew time was getting closer to the perfect moment to tell you how much he loved you. But he still wasn’t sure he could do it.

“I had an amazing time with you today, Younghoon.” You said, staring at the sky painted in red and orange as the day was coming to an end.

With the way you spoke, it also sounded like you were ready for the date to be over as well. He needed to tell you now or never. “Yeah, I did too.”

“Good I’m glad. We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, we should.”

You looked over at him with a sweet smile. “I always enjoy spending time with you, you know?”

Something about the way you said it made his heart flip in his chest. “Yeah, me too. You’re my favorite person to hang out with.”

“I love you, Younghoon.”

There it was. The three little words he had been terrified of saying this whole time. And you just said them like it was nothing. He couldn’t believe it. 

“Are, are you sure?”

You laughed instead of getting offended. “I’m pretty sure I love you. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. But if you think it’s too soon-”

“No! I mean it’s not too soon,” he explained. “I’ve been trying so hard to find a way to say the exact same thing to you all day.”

Again, you laughed. “Oh, Younghoon, leave it to you to make things more complicated than it needs to be. I love you and you love me and that’s all I need to know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love you.”

You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I love you too.”

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SYNOPSIS : changmin loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features the boyz as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

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A/N : to all the patient people who stuck with me for two years and waited for this very moment. i never thought this was going to happen, but here we are. jeonghan's teaser will release twelve hours from now

K. COLLECTION [J.CM] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Changmin missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Changmin, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Changmin! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Jichang. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

it isn't a vae fic if there isn't angst Y'ALL AREN'T ESCAPING 👹👹 if i take longer than a week with this fic, i'll post a second (happier) teaser

it's been two years guys!! i'll be surprised if anyone sees this at all. if you do, please reblog and share, or even give me some support/hype in the comments. i want everyone who wanted a happy ending to see this <3

#kidult `` oneshot #ji changmin #the boyz #tbz #the boyz timestamps #the boyz angst #the boyz fluff #the boyz scenarios #changmin x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfiction #tbz ff #the boyz reaction #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #eric sohn

[loverseon]

SOUL SWAP .ᐟ moodboard

— just a little visual teaser .ᐟ (mainly to push my own motivation) but also for your imagination ☆

#the boyz au #the boyz angst #the boyz #tbz fluff #tbz au #tbz angst #tbz #royal #kpop au #fantasy #the boyz smut #tbz smut #the boyz fanfiction #the boyz fanfic #the boyz fantasy au #tbz fanfic #tbz fantasy #tbz royal #the boyz royal #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #eric sohn

[luciathcv]

THE BOYZ MASTERLIST

-- guide: angst (a), fluff (f), suggestive (sg) || p.s. links are under cut!!

kim sunwoo

why do i even like him? (f)/(a)

sohn youngjae

san sebastian (f) - part one

goodbye san sebastian (f) - part two

#luciathcv #the boyz masterlist #the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz fanfiction #the boyz oneshot #tbz #deobi #the b #kevin moon #jacob bae #eric sohn #sohn youngjae #kim sunwoo #lee juyeon #ji changmin #lee hyunjae #kim younghoon #lee sangyeon #choi chanhee #ju haknyeon