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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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Right Person, Wrong Time [1/2]

members: enhypen jake, jay

synopsis: [1st person/omniscient pov] you begin your first day of work with your boyfriend sending you there but amidst all your first-day jitters, you find out that the new CEO-in-training was your best friend who moved away a decade ago.

genres: bf! jake x fem! reader, childhood best friend! jay x fem! reader, angst, fluff, suggestive material, F2L, angst, fluff, crack, established r/s

warnings: cursing

taglist: @changminurheart @allorysayshi @en-boyz @vantxx95 @from-xero @wooyoung-a @changmin-wrlds @nashionalpotatocorner @sapphydean @haechanhues @axartia @sjakewrld

wc: 16.6k words (this is so fucking long)

ost: sunwoojunga - timing | enhypen - just a little bit | keane - somewhere only we know | the 1975 - robbers | urban zakapa - i don’t love you

you remember how it was back then.

the gashapon station was filled with at least 3 rows of machines and there was a particular one you loved. it was a stereotypical pink and white one with a hello kitty label on it, and your head is tilted, trying to read the faded japanese words on it.

you wanted it, but your parents told you that a dollar for a toy you'll probably lose or forget about wouldn't be worth it, so you had gotten used to just reading the labels or looking at the pictures.

"do you have a dollar to get it?"

you turn, looking at a boy slightly tinier than you. you turn back to the machine, pouting as you pick at your fingers.

"i want it, but mummy and daddy say that i'll probably lose it."

"it's just a dollar," the boy fumbles through a tiny pouch he had clasped in his hands. he unzips it, the clinking between the coins taking your attention again. his tiny fingers cover barely half the surface of the coin as he holds it out.

"really?" you excitedly take the coin from him, grinning at it and even squinting to see your reflection in the metal.

"it's okay! i have too many at home anyway."

you clutch the coin in your palm before rushing forwards to the machine and slotting the coin in. with a considerable amount of strength for a 6-year-old, you finally turn the knob and the pink ball drops into the dispenser's container.

you can't crack it open though, so the boy takes (read: kind-of-snatches) it from you and tries to open it too, but to no avail.

"jay!"

he turns around, and you witness the two adults striding towards him with huge bags of winter clothings. "could you open this, please?"

"ah, did you buy it?" his mother glances at you, then watches as her husband takes the capsule.

"yes, but i'm giving it to her. she didn't have a dollar."

"hello," she squats and grins at you. "what's your name?"

"mm, my parents told me i shouldn't talk to strangers," you sulk and step back.

crack.

the tall man picks out, not one, but two hello kitty keyrings from the capsule and hands it to jay. “hm, must’ve been a packing issue or something.”

the boy takes both, then turns around and holds them out to you.

"here. it's for you."

a moment of hesitation, then you take it and admire the shine in the plastic.

“thank you,” looking up, you see his parents looking down at you and the little boy’s attention had already shifted to scuffling through the bags. “do you want one?”

he turns around, blinking innocently at your offer.

“sure,” he takes one of it. “it’s cute.”

"where are your parents, hun?" his mother squats, looking at you from eye-level.

"in there," you point back into the winter clothings store.

"travelling to somewhere cold this winter?"

"no," you continue looking down at the keychain. "they work there."

with your upper teeth sinking into your bottom lip, your squinted eyes carefully manoeuvre the new keyring of the hello kitty keychain onto your wallet. the details on the hello kitty charm had already faded, but you've used a permanent marker and drawn on her nose and whiskers and used nail polish to paint over the entire thing just to preserve it.

multiple times.

just as you're done, your phone vibrates and you look at the caller ID to read the name: "sim 💕"

"i'm fixing the keychain, just give me a minute!"

"you're fixing it on the day you start work?!" jake laughs. "i'm about 2 minutes away. let's hope your bus comes on time!"

"i'm sure it will, we're already leaving 30 minutes earlier. i doubt a late bus can ruin my morning," you smile to yourself, lifting your wallet and admiring the old relic under the lamp. "i'm gonna be out in a minute so i'll see you then!"

"okay, see you, babe."

the hello kitty keychain looks a little haphazard, but it’ll do. so, you pick your bag up and rush out of your room, hurriedly bidding your mother good-bye and kissing her on the cheek before you stumble out of the flat.

the world seemed a little happier today - the morning sun was bright and high in the sky, white fluffy clouds decorating the blue canvas like little cotton balls. you were excited to start work - school had gotten boring and all you wanted was to start earning your own cash. relying on your parents became more difficult as the years went by.

“y/n!”

your eyes snap away from the view above and down back to earth, immediately spotting jake waving to you from opposite the road.

it’d be a lie to say you weren’t nervous. it was your first full-time job, earned only after a terribly stressful interview. can anybody believe they sat you in a room with a panel of five managers and supervisors?

“hey!” jake greets you with a peck on your cheek. “how are you feeling?”

“nervous,” you snuggle under his arm as he lets you rest on him. the bus stop was relatively packed due to the working-adults-crowd, so you find a little more comfort in hiding under his build.

“you’ll be fine, i promise,” jake dips his nose into your hair and combs down the ends for you. “you said the interview was difficult to pass, but you did!”

“i did,” a wide grin spreads out on your lips. “thank you for sending me to work.”

“of course,” jake shakes his head. “oh! i got you a muffin, here.”

he fumbles through his bag and pulls out a small paper bag.

“thanks,” taking it from him, you reach up a little to kiss him on the cheek.

if jake were a phrase, it’d be ‘happy-ever-after’.

the building looked exceptionally daunting when the bus stops right outside it. not many get off the bus because most people who worked here could probably afford their own private transport. but jake pulls you off anyway, being the only source of motivation and reminder that this could just be any other first work day before everything got better.

right outside the entrance, jake stops you and holds you by the shoulder. it earns some unwarranted attention from old, judgemental employees of the company, which does embarrass you a little, but jake’s smile reassures you.

“just do what you always do, okay?” he pulls you into a hug, patting your back. “you’ve always been able to do whatever it is anybody gives you. don’t doubt yourself this time, okay? got your lucky charm with you?”

your hand instinctively slides down the strap of your bag. the keyring is dangling off the side, uneven dots for eyes staring back at you. “yeah.”

“you’ll be okay,” jake pats your hair and kisses your forehead. “i’ll come pick you up after, okay? give me a call when you’re done, i’ll be around.”

“okay.”

jake watches you walk into the building, shyly approaching the administration counter. with one last wave, jake turns, running after the bus that would bring him to his own job.

“hi, how may i help you?” the lady at the registration smiles, standing and greeting you. her name tag reads ‘nam go eun’.

“hi, i’m l/n y/n and it’s my first day of work here.”

“ah! for the marketing department? thought i saw your name in today’s agenda somewhere,” immediately, she looks down at her computer and clicks away.

“yep,” your hands clasp around the hello kitty keyring.

“found you!” she clicks something else and a printer starts running. she lowers herself in a bid to search for a pen, and her shifting away lets you spot some plaques, pictures, and awards behind her.

none of them really catch your attention - they all looked the same - but there was a photo of a familiar face shaking hands and exchanging an award with another person, and right next to him was another familiar face you haven’t seen in awhile. it takes you a moment to clock both their faces, but-

“fill this up for me, and i’ll get the marketing department head to come get you,” she slides the pen and form across the counter to you.

you contemplate asking, but give in anyway.

“i’m sorry for being nosy, but... could i ask who that is?”

she hums, a curious brow raised, before turning around and notes the picture you’re talking about.

“ah, that’s the CEO and his son,” she turns back to you and smiles. then, her eyes dart behind you and she immediately bows, and a startling jab of anticipation bursts through you.

the urge to turn around is faster than the ability to process his face when he walks in. it’s surprise, shock, heartache, all at once, and you know he’s already seen you.

does he recognise me?

“good morning, mr park,” nam go eun greets, smiling between you and him. she’s a little baffled by how horrified you seem to look, and you can’t blame her.

you’re staring at him like he were a walking statue, yet he’s not really paying you any attention other than taking out a wallet from his blazer and handing her his identification card.

“good morning,” he sucks in a deep breath, eyes glossed and hair done. he’s taller. much taller than you last remembered him. “where’s she headed to?”

“marketing department,” her eyes flit from his card to the computer as she logs in his details. “i was just about to call mr kim to come pick her up.”

“no worries, i’ll do that instead,” he nods, now noticing the pen and form sitting before you on the counter, collecting dust. he lifts a finger and gently gestures to it, “don’t you have to fill that up?”

finally blinking your consciousness back into your body, you clear your throat and look back at the form.

“i... yeah, sorry,” picking up the pen, there’s a lack of energy in your hands.

all of it has gone to your heart, thumping so hard, you can hear it in your ears. am i dreaming? you think to yourself.

you can’t tell if he’s acting like he doesn’t know you or if he’s just ignoring the fact that you had been best friends for years before he moved away.

nam go eun finishes with his ID card and returns it to him, anxiously waiting for you to finish the employment form.

“your father has instructed to send you to his office at 11am for a meeting with representatives from AirAsia.”

“11?” he looks down at his watch. “i can do 11. right after i see her to the marketing department.”

you suck your lips between your teeth.

jay park jong seong. do you not remember me?

with a heavy voice and a lack of confidence to look at him, you say, just loud enough for him to hear, “you don’t have to, i’m sure she can make a call for the department head to come get me, it’s-”

“no, no, allow me,” jay shakes his head, resting an arm on the counter as you finish the form. nam go eun receives it politely, sliding it into a scanner.

for a moment, you wonder if he could tell you’re desperate. how would someone who doesn’t know you’re desperate see desperation? just harsh, meaningless glaring or staring with watering eyes? the apparent presence of an awkward silence?

but jay isn’t looking at you. he’s staring at the awards and pictures behind the administration counter with one hand on his hip. he’s scanning the rows of displays until his eye catches you staring at him, and you hurriedly look away out of hidden embarrassment.

“why, is there something wrong with my face?”

suddenly, you wish he didn’t even acknowledge you were here. you couldn’t decide which was worse: him talking to you like he didn’t know you, or him ignoring you because he didn’t remember you.

“is there something on my face?” you wipe your cheek profusely, because jay’s laughing at you. you yell at him, upset. “what’s wrong with my face?��

“it’s a pen mark!” he squeals, pointing at you.

“you drew on my face?!” standing up, you throw your hands at him, expecting him to break out into shouts and apologise.

but he doesn’t. 8-year-old jay giggles, as if the pen mark wouldn’t take another three days to completely disappear; as if his parents wouldn’t berate him for being a mischievous little boy; as if you wouldn’t do the same to him and get a scolding by your mother.

there’s no way he doesn’t recognise me.

“no, nothing,” you clear your throat and swallow the hard ball. your fingers find the keyring from your bag and hide it in your palm.

he’s moved on from this puppy-like friendship you had with him almost a decade ago. what will he think if he sees that you kept that insignificant trinket for that same amount of time?

“you done? let’s get you to the marketing department,” he pushes himself off the counter and slides his hands into his pockets.

“yup, you’re all done,” nam go eun reassures you, sliding an office tag across the counter. it was a normal white card with a blue lanyard. “here’s your staff access card. CEO offices are out of bounds but otherwise, this gives you access to everything else. just call the admin desk if you have any issues with it.”

“okay, thanks.”

your face is on the card. your full name is on the card. maybe jay would see it and something would click.

but he’s not looking at you again, his eyes drifted off somewhere like a curious puppy in a new environment. hasn’t he been here before?

all the questions you wanted to ask... at the tip of your tongue and ready to fly out incessantly, probably extremely probing, but this urge is forced back down your throat in the form of an awkward silence in the lift when jay gently jabs the button for the marketing department’s floor.

“excited?”

your eyes dart to him for a moment.

that smile. that stupid, stupid smile, that disappeared for a decade. that you’ve yearned to see again for so long. that now not only does not recognise you, but he simply treats you like a polite stranger.

just pretend you don’t know him too.

“yeah, i hope it’s worth it. the interview was difficult so i’d say i scraped through.”

“oh, i heard about that. the interviews weren’t so tough before the company revamp.”

“company revamp? what company revamp?”

a frown falls on your face when jay smiles a little. for a split second, maybe he’d finally give you a hug and tell you how much he’s missed you - but that’s not a correct answer to your question.

“i’m the new CEO-in-training,” he holds out his hand. “so they had to choose the new employees a little more wisely to cater to this... young mess.”

he’s... what?

“you- you’re-”

“level 9, doors opening.”

“oh, good morning, jay! or should i say... mr park?”

“morning, uncle choi,” jay lowers his head and steps aside - the opposite direction of you - allowing three employees to enter the lift.

“heard it’s your first day here,” one of the men gently pat him on the arm. his tag is black, and the lanyard’s strap is yellow.

“it is,” jay nods. “so is hers actually! which reminds me, have you seen mr kim?”

“ah,” the man turns and nods to you. politely giving him a little bow, you read his tag. choi gyeong bok, research lead. “marketing team? heard the intake was alot fewer this year due to the revamp policies. hi, i’m mr choi, but everybody calls me uncle choi.”

“it’s great to meet you, mr choi,” you hold your hand out first - which you assume isn’t very common, because he’s pleasantly surprised, a curious grin surfaces on his lips as he takes your hand.

“hold the hand firm, and don’t let go until they do.”

jay looks up from your hands, eyes bright and excited.

“ooooh, your dad teach you this?” you meet his gaze and grin widely, keeping your hold on his hand.

“yeah, he says that’s how people know you’re serious about business. it’s how you impress people through a handshake,” jay nods, looking back down. “then you give it a good couple of shakes-”

and he shakes it so incredibly and awkwardly harsh, it makes you laugh.

“are you trying to dislocate my wrist?” you giggle and try to pull away, but jay begins laughing as well and suddenly, it’s just a game of whether you can tear yourself out of his grip.

“yeah, you shake it like that and the other person would get a free cha-cha lesson.”

“i’m l/n y/n. i know we aren’t in the same department but i look forward to working with you.”

mr choi leans forward and makes a miniscule effort to whisper. “so you are why the standard for the marketing department intake is so high.”

“too big of a compliment,” you smile and wait for him to pull away, which he does, then he turns to his fellow employees and introduces them as well. unfortunately, their lift ride was shorter than yours - why was the marketing department so high up the building? - and they bid both you and the ‘CEO-in-training’ goodbye as they get off a few floors before yours.

“ooh, already impressing superiors on your first day. not bad.”

a gentle sigh. defeat.

“it’s not like he’s my department head, i’d be kissing ass for no reason.”

and then it clicks - what if jay really doesn’t remember you? the CEO-in-training just heard you cuss about kissing ass.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-”

he scoffs, waving an absentminded hand in the air. “don’t worry about it. i get office politics.”

turning your head away from him, you mentally berate yourself. the day’s barely begun but you’re already completely pushed off everything you were expecting. it’s like the day was just not meant to go your way.

“level 15, doors opening.”

with a gentle ding, the doors open into an empty hallway. there’s a fancy sign on the wall that says ‘marketing department’. jay strides past you with his hands placed on his lower back, the sight of him making you slightly sick to your stomach.

it’s the first time he’s seen me in a decade and this is how he treats me?

he pauses in his prideful stroll, turning around to blink innocently at you.

“nervous?” he raises a brow.

“no,” clearing your throat, you walk out the lift and walk past him, eyes searching the office doors for a ‘kim ji hyuk’.

then at the end of the corridor, there were two options: turn left or right.

left.

“right.”

by the time you reached kim ji hyuk’s door, you’re slightly embarrassed, very frustrated, and very much wanting to smack him across the face for acting like he doesn’t recognise you.

which CEO-in-training would be so friendly to an employee, much less one on her first day?

“i’m here now, so thanks.”

jay nods towards the door, hands gathered behind his back again. “so, knock.”

a squint at him is only returned with a second innocent nod towards it.

he’s the CEO’s son. he’s the CEO’s son. he’s the CEO’s son.

“he’s just my son, not a CEO’s son.”

that was the exact line you remember jay’s father telling yours. when they had found out their little girl had made friends with the child of one of the richest couples in town, they had scrambled to seem like they had their life kept together. they had refused to invite them over to our place for meals, even though you knew very well your parents loved get-togethers.

so, when jay’s parents made the move, you can only imagine all sorts of things and trinkets they brought to the get-together, even when they knew they couldn’t afford it.

his father’s honesty and transparency brought so much comfort and relief to your parents. frankly, it was probably the only thing that convinced them to let you stay friends with jay, else the amount of money they spent on gifts for their family would’ve been enough to wipe their bank accounts clean.

for the third time today, you wondered just how is it possible for him to forget you?

before you can knock on the door though, kim ji hyuk swings the door open with a phone to his ear.

“oh! you must be y/n! yeah, she’s right outside the door, thanks!” he hangs up the phone and shoves it into his breast pocket. he smells like coffee. “i was just told our new CEO would be sending you up.”

kim ji hyuk had a pair of glasses perched on his nose. his hair and forehead were oily, so the handkerchief sticking out from the inside of his blazer seemed self-explanatory. there was a wedding band on his left hand, and he had a piercing on one ear. his tag was also black, but attached to a matching blue lanyard strap like yours.

“nice to see you again, mr kim,” jay reaches out and shakes his hand.

“hi, i’m l/n y/n,” you proceed right after jay, offering your hand like before. “great to meet you.”

“oh! great handshake!” he exclaims, a wide smile crawling on his lips. “why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about your first day. we have some administration to settle, an orientation and other things aside?”

“yeah, sure, of course!”

“i see you’ve already met mr park over here,” kim ji hyuk gestures to jay, nodding and resting his hands on his hips. “first day on the job and playing the welfare card, hm?”

“ran into her at the administration desk, that’s all.”

ouch.

“lovely!” kim ji hyuk pushes up his glasses. “i’ll take her from here, mr park. thank you for the drop-by.”

“no problem, i’ll see you at the meeting later,” jay lowers his head, and so does kim ji hyuk. then he stands straight and looks at you for a moment, something glimmers in his eyes and that sickening, nostalgic feeling of seeing someone you haven’t seen in a long time rushes through you.

he remembers.

you want to grab him by the shoulders and shake a sense of urgency and familiarity back into his head, yell at him for leaving you behind. smack him across the arm and cry about all the years you felt so alone after he left, before you met jake. step on his stupid, sparkly shoes that he was never afraid to get dirty when he used to run in the rain and step in water puddles with you.

was i the only one who kept all these memories?

professionalism and a lack of dignity keeps your fists clenched, jaws locked and eyes down. the questions will probably never see the light of day.

“i’m sure i’ll see you around, miss l/n?” he smiles, and doesn’t wait for you to greet him like he did with his other employees (read: subordinates). turning on his heels and adjusting his blazer, he walks towards the lift like he were in a rush. he checks his watch as he waits for the lift door to open, then turns to face you down the corridor as he slides his hands into his pockets.

but he pulls one hand out to wave to you, and then you see it - a little hello kitty keyring dangling from his pocket that spilled out when he pulled his hand out.

there’s a weight on your shoulders and a cloud of confusion hanging over your head when it dawns on you.

jay is acting like he doesn’t know you.

later in the evening, jake’s laughter is mixed with your mother’s in the background, alongside some clinking between metal cutlery and porcelain. you on the other hand, have been circling the broccoli piece around the plate for awhile now.

there was a resolution to keep this nagging frustration and disappointment suppressed - because you did have a good day at work. mr kim ji hyuk was more than welcoming, in fact, he spoke like he used tiktok and instagram. it was easy to talk to him, and every question you threw at him, he had the answers.

the marketing department team also seemed pretty endearing, so really, all that ruined your day was your CEO-in-training.

but one of your two companions at dinner must’ve noticed your internal suffering, because the laughter dies down and you look up only after realising how much quieter it is.

“hm? what?” you raise a brow and finally put down the fork.

“are you okay?” your mother leans forward. “you’ve been pretty quiet.”

you could tell her about jay if you wanted to. after all, she knew the kid. he was as good as her son for awhile, and you wouldn’t tell her you were there, but you know she cried when jay’s family uprooted and migrated.

“i’m just tired, that’s all,” you decide to wrap it up and leave the table first. “i’ll just wash these and take a bath.”

once you’re in your room, you close the door and rest against it, eyes slowly navigating around the room. there’s a plush sititng on the shelf that was gifted to you by jay. there’s a box of letters written to you, signed by him, packed into the glass cabinet by your table.

why did he still keep the key ring if he no longer remembers me? does he just think he’s had it forever, and that he doesn’t remember where it’s from? did i make a mistake that i didn’t know of? did something happen to him and he lost his memory?

what is a friendship considered, if it’s loved by one and exiled by the other?

the weight has been crushing your heart the entire day, so when you finally push yourself off the door to reach your wardrobe, the weight is shoved up into your face instead. the pressure that had been frustration and disappointment the entire day turned into hurt and betrayal, and then your vision is blurred as you pick your pajamas.

knock knock.

a harsh sniffle as you frantically wipe your face, inhaling back all the snot. “yeah?”

“can i come in?”

you clear your throat, exhaling heavily and fanning your face. “yeah, sure.”

the door knob clicks, and the floorboard creaks a little when he steps into the room. “hey, what’s wrong? do you want to talk about it?”

shutting the door of your wardrobe, you shake your head. “it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.”

“aw, don’t do that,” jake quickly walks toward you before you can escape into the bathroom. “don’t make it nothing. you’re clearly upset about something, so talk to me about it.”

his hands travel from your forearms to your fingers, gently rubbing the back of your palms as he bends down to see your lowered face.

one look, and he could tell you’re trying not to burst out in tears.

he stands, automatically wrapping his arms around you and dipping his nose in your hair while holding your head into his shoulder. “cry if you need to.”

so you listen, and let yourself sob into jake’s shirt.

jay had waited for the lift door to close before sighing, his shoulders slumping and the lack of sleep getting to him. he blinks, waiting for the lift to move, but then he realises he hadn’t pressed the floor button.

he clears his throat, sucking his lips between his teeth and reaching out for the lift button. he catches himself smiling like an idiot when he thinks about the way you took a left instead of a right.

“she still remembers the handshake,” he mumbles under his breath.

when he’s reached the CEO’s office, he’s greeted by his father’s secretary who was waiting for the lift, looking at a folder in hand.

“oh, jay!” kwon jung hwan closes the folder. “your father was just asking where you were.”

“i thought the meeting’s at 11am,” jay lifts his hand and checks his watch. 1030am. “does he need me for anything prior?”

kwon jung hwan hums in thought, shaking his head and stepping aside for jay to exit the lift. “not that i know of, might just want to drop by his office to check,” he looks down, scanning jay, and spots the hello-kitty keyring hanging from his pocket. a gentle scoff escapes his throat. “gift from a girlfriend?”

“hm?” jay’s eyes widen before tracing kwon jung hwan’s eyes to his pocket. his lips part in startled surprise as he hurriedly scoops it back into his pocket. “ah! no, it’s a... childhood lucky charm. it’s a relic. i’ve had it since i was five or six odd years old.”

“that thing’s an antique then. gosh, that makes it, what, fifteen years old?”

“hm, yeah, thereabout,” jay nods.

“by the way, i suggest you ask your father for a nap before you head to the meeting. you look like you have a sleeping problem.”

“what?”

“you have these little things under your eyes,” the elder uses a pen and gestures to jay’s eyebags. “fix your sleep schedule before you become a full-fledged CEO!”

“thanks for the tip,” jay scoffs. “i’ll go visit my father now, i’ll catch you at the meeting.”

“oh, oh, you do that,” kwon jung hwan nods a little impatiently, already waving him off. so, with a small bow, jay turns on his heels and heads in the direction of his father’s office. on the way, he passes a mirror with a vase before it. he does a double take, and steps backward to stare himself in the mirror.

kwon jung hwan was right - the eyebags were pretty obvious.

he blames you, though.

jay could hardly believe his eyes when he looked at the list of new employees that were coming in the next day. he had thought it was someone else with the same name, but he clicked on the folder and there it was - your face - ten years matured from how he remembered you.

“what is she doing here?” he whispers under his breath, clicking on the link to your interview recording.

“i think persistence is more challenging than hardwork. hardwork to me is a given, but not everybody has the resilience to push on and keep going at it until they get it right. i think i have that.”

the interview recording blacks out at the end, and he sees in the reflection a sweet smile and a longing gaze from himself resting in the palm of his hand. he swallows, heart heavy. pulling away from the desktop, he sucks in a deep breath and clicks on your scanned application.

he runs through the resume and your written application, able to hear you saying every single word you wrote on it despite not knowing how you sound like now.

‘she looks exactly the same’, he thinks to himself, leaning back in his chair. in the corner of his desk was a acrylic decorative tree meant for hanging keyrings, displaying several gashopon ones, and on it was the hello-kitty one he shared with you.

he’s used a marker to draw on her face, and clear glue to seal in the markings. multiple times.

but right next to the keyring tree was his clock, the second hand loudly ticking past 2am.

jay had created this little plan of surprise. he’d walk up to you from behind at the time you came to report at work, watch you cry and he’d happily hug you and ask you how you’ve been, how your parents have been, how has life treated you.

he’d show you the keyring, tell you how hard he’s been trying to preserve it, tell you how regretful he was that he lost contact with you.

maybe tell you how he felt.

but that went to waste when his chauffeur stopped at the pick up point and he saw someone else giving you a hug; a kiss on your forehead. it’s another boy his age, with eyes that only another boy can identify.

a gentle look of love, an obligation to care, the need to protect someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

it’s no longer jay. it has never been jay. someone had already replaced him, even though he had never been in that position.

“jay?” the driver calls out, looking at him in the rear mirror. “we’re here.”

“ah!” jay shoves the keyring into his pocket, clearing his throat and adjusting his blazer. “thank you. i’ll see you later.”

“have fun at work!”

jay nods again, pushing the door open and stepping out. but he turns as he takes a huge step toward the building, eyes stuck on the car that was driving away.

the impact on his arm is heavy, but then he immediately hears an incessant apologising from the person who ran into him.

when the boy stands, jay can instantly see why you’re in love with him.

“i’m so sorry!” he bows, quickly scanning him. “are you alright? are you injured?”

jay blinks, lost competition weighing his heart down. “no, no. i’m alright, don’t worry about it.”

“great, i’m so sorry about that.”

“it’s fine,” jay buttons his blazer. the boy stares at him for a moment, then quickly bows.

“have a good day.”

before jay can say anything else, however, he takes off, rushing to the bus stop.

he turns back to look into the building. there you were, eagerly chatting with nam go eun about your first day.

there’s a moment of contemplation. he looks down and spots the keyring hanging from his pocket.

‘maybe she won’t even remember me anyway,’ he thinks.

the resolution changes. he scoops the keyring back in.

but trying not to look at you is the hardest thing he’s ever fucking done. god, if he knew it weren’t those fucking exams, or the day his father told him he wished jay would take over the company, he wouldn’t have reacted so badly.

all the words were stuck on the tip of his tongue because you were right next to him.

so close, yet so far.

‘she has a boyfriend’, he thinks. ‘i should keep my distance’.

but clearly, he can’t. his instinct to make up for his absence pours out in the form of employee welfare: sending you to your department as if mr kim wouldn’t be able to come down, when he knew the department head would probably be in his office drinking coffee.

he also knows he went overboard with the compliments. ‘already impressing superiors on your first day. not bad’? jay can’t believe it himself.

but he can’t deny how much it hurt when you reciprocated his little act. maybe despite him acting like he didn’t know you, you’d still be you and look at him with bright, wandering eyes and go ‘oh? jay! is that you?’

he waited, and waited, only for it to fall into a painful, awkward silence he cannot understand, yet brought upon himself.

jay knocks on his father’s office door, waiting for an acknowledgement before he enters.

“come in!” jay pushes himself in. “i understand. will you compile these concerns and have it presented at the meeting later? uh huh, good. anyway, if there isn’t anything else, i have something to see to. mhm, bye bye.”

jay takes a seat on the guest couch, reaching over to the desk and pouring himself a glass of lemon-infused water.

“took a tour around the building?” his father asks from his desk. “ms nam called to say you arrived awhile ago but it’s been... awhile.”

“yeah, i dropped by mr kim and mr choi’s offices to say ‘hi’. i also ran into mr kwon at the lift,” he takes a sip of water. his father comes round the couch and sits next to him, keeping his phone into his breast pocket.

“is that so?” he leans back. “you look tired. not enough rest?”

“couldn’t sleep last night.”

his father hums. “just don’t fall asleep at the meeting later. you can nap afterwards.”

jay nods. “by the way, what time do the employees get to leave office? what are their benefits? like do they get off-in-lieus if they work weekends? any idea what the company culture is like?”

jay’s father tilts his head. “why so curious all of a sudden?”

his son shakes his head, shrugging. “just wondering, that’s all. especially since i’m taking over you eventually, i’d just like to know. don’t want to be a CEO without knowing what my employees go through.”

the elder blinks, pouting his lips in slight agreement. “they get off at work 6, sometimes 6.30 depending on whether they are busy. nobody usually stays past 9pm because the security locks up the building at 9.30pm. most staff get enough paid-leave days, we also have a compassionate leave policy for when they just... aren’t feeling it. off-in-lieus only apply for sundays. company culture differs from department to department but i’ve been told it’s been pretty consistently friendly.”

jay nods, slowly absorbing the information. “so... people stay until 9.30 even when the knock-off time is supposedly 6?”

his tone strikes a chord in his father. his son seems to disapprove. “if they are busy and have things to work on, then, yes. “

“and they have to come in the next morning at...?”

“9.30am.”

jay knows better than to pick a fight with his father. maybe the company’s policies wasn’t all that in his control. even if it were, it’s still a corporate body. without the time spent, there wouldn’t be business, simple as that.

“jay, i want you to realise that we are already offering the best we can. it may sound upsetting or unfair but staying past 6 is a choice. maybe the department heads need them to stay for a bigger project, some urgent matters to settle, this is what working is. as a company, we can only offer rest days whenever they need it, make sure our employee benefits go a long way and aren’t inferior to other companies as far as we can, and for a long time now, we’ve managed to do that. but these are little nitty, gritty details that we simply cannot... change.”

jay hadn’t noticed, but his hand is in his pocket, fiddling with the keyring. “i understand,” he nods and rubs an eye.

“good,” his father sucks in a deep breath and stands. “take a pen and a notepad or something. let’s go for the meeting.”

sitting opposite you was yang mi rae, one of the three marketing department newbies. she’s excited, witty, smart, and unafraid to voice out her thoughts. you’d be lying if you said she didn’t scare you on the first day of work. next to her is koo woo shik, a nerd, also clearly a simp for mi rae. he’s got these glasses that make his eyes so much smaller than they actually are, and he doesn’t wear cologne.

then there’s kim ji hyuk, wondering why he’s sitting with his department children.

you hadn’t seen jay since the first day of work, and it’s already day sixteen. after crying your eyes out to jake, you chose to ignore it, dig a hole and throw this nagging feeling of frustration in and cover it up.

maybe you’ll never see jay anyway, considering he’s the CEO-in-training and you’re just a rookie. this thought doesn’t last nor materialise though, for mi rae was aggressively waving her chopsticks about in the air trying to explain something to mr kim when she abruptly stops, eyes widening.

“isn’t that mr park and his son?” she taps on wooshik’s arm, almost wanting to raise her hand and call them over.

“what do you think you’re doing? we’re not in school calling our friends, they’re literally our bosses!” he whispers harshly under his breath, grabbing her hands and holding them down.

“hm?” mr kim finally looks up from his food and turns around. “oh, it is CEO park. or should i say, mr ‘parks’?” he laughs a low, fatherly chuckle that earns a glare of disapproval from mi rae. “ah... i was just joking,” with a slight pout, he puts his chopsticks down. “really cussed at me with her eyes...”

“uh, mr kim,” you clear your throat and gather your wallet and phone. “my stomach’s feeling a little wonky, i’m just going to the washroom for a little-”

“can it wait a minute? we should greet them,” then mr kim turns the other way towards the isle they were walking down. “mr park! jay! mr kwon!”

you hurriedly turn around and face the opposite way, frowning to yourself and gritting your teeth.

“y/n, are you okay?” mi rae reaches across the table and waves a hand under your nose.

“yeah, i’m- i’m fine-”

“oh, mr kim,” a familiar voice greets. one that you haven’t heard for a decade. “how’s the marketing department rookie team coming about? i see you’ve made great progress with bonding with them.”

“hi, mr park,” mi rae stands, offering her hand. “good to finally meet you. i’m yang mi rae, helping out with the local advertisement team for the first quarter.”

“yang mi rae. great to meet you.”

“koo wooshik. creative assistant to mr kim’s project on airport services.”

“very nice.”

an awkward pause.

mi rae kicks you under the table.

“what are you doing?” mr kim turns and hisses into your back. “introduce yourself!”

“uh- dad, i heard the food today is-”

“mr kim, is she not feeling well? does she need to be excused?”

you wince to yourself, fists clenched and teeth chewing down on your bottom lip. a million thoughts run through your mind in a second.

run away and get scolded by mr kim later? then you’d have to explain to your team why you did. hide your face with your hair and introduce yourself without your name? who do you think you are, shin hari?

maybe he wouldn’t recognise me, like his son.

“ah... shit-” with a great amount of courage, you turn and suck in a deep breath, standing up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “l/n y/n, i’m helping-”

“oh?!”

nevermind.

“jay!” the CEO trills, pointing to you and even walking around the table to get a closer look. “it’s y/n!”

in the corner of your eye, you can make out just a tiny percentage of how confused your department colleagues were.

“my god! it’s been so long!” and the CEO throws his arms around you, awkwardly giving you a hug with your hands pressed into your sides. “how are your parents? how are you? oh, my...! did you know she worked here? do you remember her? why are you acting like you don’t?!”

jay lowers his head after catching your eyes.

“i- vaguely remember-”

“‘vaguely’?! how can you forget? you two were inseparable back in the day!”

now, jay looks up. his features are all stressed into the middle of his face and his eyes are wide, eyebrows high on his forehead as he sucks his lips between his teeth.

“weren’t we just talking about sending someone from the marketing department to japan with you for the conference next month? oh! if y/n’s here then that means she’s passed the interview with flying colors! she’d be more than qualified to shadow mrs yoon!”

japan?

“dad-”

“mr kim, have her application and resume sent to me and mrs yoon. i’ll have it seen that her and your team get the best opportunities there are-”

“dad, you can’t do that because you know the employee-”

“weren’t you just talking to me about employee welfare on your first day of work?” the CEO crosses his arms and squints at his son. jay bites on his bottom lip, sighing while he stares at the ground. “i’m doing just that right now, so what is this hypocrisy?”

mi rae, woo shik and mr kim are all equally confused, which is made even worse when the CEO gives you another hug. “oh, it’s been too long. too long! we must have dinner with your parents soon, hm?”

“yes, mr park,” the greeting slips off your tongue. the cringe sets in your fingers as you ball your fists.

“oh...! ‘mr park’!” he pats you on the upper arm. “she used to call me ‘uncle park’ back when she was still just a tiny thing! oh, i would love to stay and chat but we must have lunch and go off to a meeting at the harbour. i’ll have some treats sent to the marketing department later today- mr kwon?”

“uh- yes, of course, mr park. i’ll have paris baguette send over some pastries for tea later.”

“very good. it’s been such a great pleasure seeing you again, y/n. catch up soon,” with a wide smile, the CEO turns to his son. “come, jay. what were you saying about lunch?”

the group of you lower your head, bowing in respect. mr kwon is turning around as he tails jay and his father, squinting at you. he’s confused because he saw you with jay on the first day.

mr kim is also confused because he saw the same.

and then there’s mi rae and woo shik.

“before you say anything-”

“you were friends with the jay park jong seong?!”

“i-”

“why didn’t you tell us? why didn’t the CEO know? what- i- this is so mindboggling!”

you sit back down next to mr kim, who is looking at the embarrassment and conflict on your face fade into resignation.

mindboggling? i agree.

when you reach the office with mi rae and wooshik debating about something they saw on tiktok, mr kim is quiet as he walked alongside you. you know he’s going to say something, probably lecture you for not telling him that you personally knew the CEO-in-training, but this is jay’s fault for not even acknowledging you.

two hours into the afternoon, you were cc-ed an email from mr kwon that looped you into a discussion about overseas marketing. the list of email addresses it was also cc-ed to included a certain mrs yoon se won and kim ji hyuk, followed by jay park jongseong and his father.

mi rae and woo shik weren’t included.

almost on cue, kim ji hyuk shows up at the door with a little box of paris baguette pastries, casually swinging it like it were a handbag.

“food!” mi rae hops off her seat and rushes for the box, which kim ji hyuk gladly lets go of.

“y/n, may i speak with you for awhile?”

the party of four turn to look at you, a brooding weight of shame washing over you like a dark cloud.

you tail mr kim into his office, which he doesn’t even bother to sit you down before he starts.

“how are you and jay involved with one another? ex-boyfriend?”

your eyes are stuck to the floor. “no.”

he inhales sharply, bringing his hands up to his hips, “would you mind sharing? i think it came as a shock to everyone. even you were. i don’t want our department being the source of entertainment for others, especially when it comes to relationships with the CEO and his son.”

hearing it made it worse than it was already making you feel.

“jay and i used to be close. our families were close. back when we were like six... to like- ten or eleven. but he moved and we lost contact.”

vocalising it felt alot more worse than knowing it on your own.

“is that why he was touring you around on the first day?”

a moment of hesitation. “i don’t... know why he did that. i met him at the admin desk when ms nam was handling the administration matters and i recognised him... but he just... treated me like i was just another employee.”

kim ji hyuk sucks in another deep breath, crossing his arms. “so he didn’t acknowledge you as someone he already knew?”

you shake your head.

maybe it was because he had kids of his own. maybe he knew jay on a personal level. maybe he knew something you didn’t.

but whilst you were expecting a lecture or discrimination of some type, kim ji hyuk pats you on the shoulder.

“are you going to ask him about it? they seem pretty serious about sending you to japan. you’ll be stuck with jay for about a week. i’m not talking about sharing a room and whatnot, but you’d be seeing him the moment you sit to have breakfast and until your day’s schedule ends.”

looking up, kim ji hyuk has this look of sympathy on his face.

“can’t you send wooshik or mi rae? i’ll replace them on whatever projects they’re handling now.”

kim ji hyuk’s pupils waver, looking away for a moment as he gives it a thought. he retreats his hand from your shoulder and shoves them into his pockets. “mr park seems to be pretty excited to send you because he knows you and jay know each other, so unless you have a valid reason, he’s not going to allow mi rae or wooshik to take your place. he’d just... not send anybody from the marketing department.”

he pauses, then in a less-corporate-tone, says, ”this is good opportunity for you. if you do your job well, it’ll reflect well on the department. it’ll reflect well on me. but i absolutely do not want to send you on a journey with someone whom you clearly can’t understand did what he did, so i need you to promise me that if you go, you have to remain professional, and if you can’t, then i won’t send you to japan.”

the words echo in your head, like a reminder that somehow, a perfect fairytale from your childhood has turned your professional life into a sticky web of mess.

and yet you don’t know why.

like you, jay had already had this nagging instinct that mr kwon was staring lazers into his back everytime they were in the same room. how dare the CEO-in-training act in such a manner in public, infront of employees? with no ounce of grace and so much shame?

the young entrepreneur thought to use mr kwon’s delivery service to the marketing department to run off into another part of the building ‘in search of company archives so he could learn more’, but the secretary seemed pretty apt in catching his new boss scurrying around like a little rat.

“mr kwon!” jay blinks an embarrassed expression as he literally runs into him around the corridor corner. “i was just... looking for you!”

unimpressed, mr kwon crosses his arms. “looking for me in the cargo lift lobby?”

jay clears his throat, mischievous grin wiped from his face. he scratches the back of his head, looking away and sniffling.

“mind explaining what the hell happened in the eatery?”

jay pouts a little, looking everywhere except mr kwon. “well- it just seemed- like- ms l/n- and my father-”

“talk at this speed and we’ll be here the entire day, jay,” mr kwon tilts his head. “you were with her on your first day. clearly, you don’t hate her. clearly, you know her. why are you acting like you don’t?”

“i’m not acting-”

“your father wants to send her to japan with you to meet mrs yoon. don’t be a disgrace and treat her like she’s invisible.”

“i won’t-”

“so why are you avoiding her? did she step on a wrong toe? is she an ex-girlfriend?”

jay shoves his hands into his pockets so he can ball them into fists.

“your father said you were inseparable. childhood friends?”

a moment.

jay nods.

mr kwon considers the thought processes. he’s known jay since he was a teenager, and he’s not a bad kid. in fact, he knows jay is a mature person, who did things with reasons albeit never really sharing them.

“i’m guessing you have feelings for her and you don’t want to complicate it with work.”

jay looks up from the floor, a small frown on his face.

“i’m right,” mr kwon sighs loudly, turning away and looking around the corridor. he reaches up and scratches his forehead. “your father would rather not send anybody to japan if it’s not her, because he knows her personally. that would leave you with mrs yoon.”

“can’t you send someone else? can’t you go with me? what about mr kim?”

“i have to stay to help your father with his meetings, and mr kim has to stay to oversee what his department is doing.”

jay winces, running a hand through his hair. now that the cat is out of the bag, his frustration pours out in his slumped shoulders and stressed brows. jay can’t fight the urge to scratch his head, messing his hair up in the process.

“i had forgotten about her. i tried to move on... i was waiting for an appropriate time to look for her once i’ve settled here but then i rolled up to the building and saw her and all i wanted to do was to run over and say hi and ask her everything i could but she was with her boyfriend and i just thought i couldn’t get close to her again because she already had a boyfriend and i didn’t want to ruin the company dynamics or make it awkward for anybody or make it difficult or complicated for her because i’m the new CEO-in-training and i thought i could do it but i couldn’t because i ended up giving her that damn tour and bringing her to mr kim even though he could come get her himself and then i managed to avoid her for like two weeks only for my dad to ruin it infront of other people and now she’s being sent to japan with me? what am i supposed to do, ask her boyfriend for permission?”

jay sucks in a deep breath.

“sorry.”

“are you done?”

jay nods.

“firstly, don’t ask her boyfriend for permission. that’s already mixing personal life and work life. secondly, does your father know about your predicament?”

jay shakes his head.

“so he thinks you were just...”

the younger nods.

mr kwon groans, bring his hands up to his face and rubbing his temples. “look, mr kim is already looking into seeking approval for y/n to follow you to japan. if y/n agrees, then you’ll have to work with her for 7 days, see her for most of everyday. would you be able to do that?”

“i can, i just... wouldn’t know how to explain myself if she confronts it.”

“did she acknowledge you on the first day?”

jay shakes his head. “she’s... mirroring me. i know she remembers me, but she’s doing the same as i’m doing to her, and i don’t know why.”

“what do you mean ‘you don’t know’?” mr kwon almost rolls his eyes and reaches out to shove jay. “you act like you don’t know her so why should she be the first to put her pride down and say ‘hi’? think about how hurt she is.”

mr kwon can feel the weight of the atmosphere when the silence falls. he watches jay lean back against the wall, head hung low.

“i know you did it out of courtesy that she has a boyfriend, but do not let this affect your work. if she confronts it, explain yourself.”

“you want me to confess to someone who already has a boyfriend?”

“i want you to explain like the mature man you are. you might’ve done a dumb thing but you can fix it the smart way, even if it means throwing your pride away, even if it shocks her. she wanted an explanation, so she will have it.”

jay looks up at mr kwon through his messed-up fringe. he can’t decide if that’s great or horrible advice.

“i’ll weigh my options,” he quietly pushes himself off the wall. “i’ll go run through some documents. my dad wants me to start prepping them for the japan trip.”

mr kwon lets jay give him a deep bow and watches him turn on his heels, walking back towards the CEOs’ offices.

“thanks for waking up early just to call,” you hold the phone to your ear, passport in your other hand and luggage by your knees. “i’ll text you when i touch down in japan.”

“mhm, you better. please take care of yourself?”

“sure,” you look up from your feet, looking out the entrance of the airport and spot an expensive car stop at the drop-off point. “i’m covered by insurance anyway.”

“you know that’s not what i meant.”

chuckling in response, you watch as mr kwon comes out of the car to get the door open for jay’s father, and jay himself comes out the other side, walking around the vehicle to open the car boot. jay was in a casual shirt with a blazer over and formal pants - and those formal shoes cannot be comfortable - but he probably didn’t have a choice.

“the CEO’s here, i think i have to go.”

“okay, remember to text me when you’ve touched down and reached the hotel.”

“okay,” the party of three make their way into the hall. “bye, jake.”

“bye, love.”

grimly keeping your phone into your jacket pocket, you stand as jay’s father spots you first, and you immediately lower your head as a greeting.

“mr park.”

“y/n! oh, i hope we haven’t been keeping you waiting for long.”

“not at all,” you purse your lips in a tight smile. “i was early.”

“did your parents not send you? i was hoping to meet them.”

“ah, they have to work. i didn’t want them waking up too early.”

“are they still working at the winter clothes shop?”

“they’ve actually opened their own snack shop near a high school a couple of years ago.”

“is that so? what’s the name of the store?”

“‘the uniformed crowd’! i thought of it when they were asking me for ideas,” the excitement makes you look dumb for awhile, so you purse your lips and wave it off. “it’s just something i thought of.”

jay’s father blinks at you for a moment, then turns to mr kwon and says, “google the store name and send some tonic and birds’ nest over.”

your eyes widen, both mr kwon and jay turn to look at the working CEO.

“i’ll have it addressed from the company as employee benefits-” mr kwon clears his throat.

“what? no. address it from me, with my full name on it. i’ll have a card written and sent with the package.”

“mr park, please, you don’t have to-”

“i must. you don’t know how horrible i felt when we lost contact with your family. oh, the days jay spent crying because he missed you-”

“dad,” jay coughs, lowering his head and inhaling a harsh breath. “i think it’s best we check-in our luggage.”

“oh, you’re right, better not be late for your flight!”

once through the departure gates, mr kwon and mr park seem like a comedic pair of husbands sending their children off - they weren’t that far apart in age, so it wouldn’t have been too awkward - unlike you and jay, of course.

hate isn’t strong enough a word to describe how horrible this feels. to be in a place with another person you know, you definitely know, and yet not say a word to each other. it’s fine if it’s someone you’re not close to, that’s natural. that’s how you were with wooshik during the first week of work, and even now.

but you don’t don’t know jay. there’s still a slither of hope that he’d be the one to cave in first, cross his arms and whine at you for keeping up your ‘stranger’ facade for so long.

you look to the other end of the row of seats, only to see him studying the boarding pass as if it were some kind of essay with a bunch of details to memorise.

‘it’s just your name, your seat number, flight number, flight time, destination- what else is there on the stupid thing?’ you think, rolling your eyes to look out the window instead.

“business class passengers, please head to the boarding gate. kindly prepare your boarding pass and passport upon entry, thank you.”

jay stands first, picking up his briefcase and turning to you.

“come on,” he nods his head toward the boarding entry. picking up your little backpack, you tail him and watch as he greets the airport staff.

it’s the usual routine when you get on, but you’re definitely not used to how huge and spacious the business class seats were. jay takes his seat first, calmly looking through the little seat pockets.

so you focus on your own bag, only taking out your iPad, then trying to lift it onto the storage space above the seats.

but of course, it’s too high for you, and you’re this close to stepping on your seat to push it up, until jay suddenly stands, grabbing your forearm.

you can feel the heat from his palm through your blouse.

he’s staring at you intently now. for a moment, you’d think he’d tell you off for wanting to step on the seat because his lips part. but he swallows, bobbing his adam’s apple in the process. jay pulls you down, forcing you to retreat your leg, before he climbs out onto the isle and helps shove your bag into the storage compartment.

he pushes the door down with ease, leaving you to watch him awkwardly from earth.

“tell me if you need it along the way,” he pulls his blazer off and casually leaves it over your shoulder. the scent of his cologne almost immediately swamps your nostrils, but he barely provides you with a smile before lowering his head and plopping himself back down in his seat.

a frown settles on your face, but he’s too busy staring at the stupid brochure he pulled out from the seat pocket.

the brochure’s the last of your worries though, because you had clearly forgotten what it felt like to be suffering from motion sickness.

yep, i’m one of those girls.

“could i get some warm water?” you whisper lowly to the air stewardness when she finally comes by.

“of course.”

“thanks,” you turn back to face the screen. gulp. your stomach growls silently.

the whole cabin looks like it’s shaking. your ears are barely picking anything up. the corner of a paperbag’s sticking out from the seat pocket-

jay’s faster than you when he reaches for the paper bag and almost tears it apart as he tries to open it, then he holds it under your nose as you hurl your breakfast into it. through teary eyes, you spot his free hand fumbling around your seat pockets and he pulls out a second one, taking it and shoving it into your hands.

he urgently jabs the ‘call’ button, and within a few moments, the stewardess shows up with warm water.

“hey, can i get more paper bags and maybe a lemon slice or two?”

“oh, of course! there should be one more in your seat pocket while i go get some more.”

“okay, thanks,” jay takes the cup from her and carefully stocks it into your cup holder. you wait for him to search through his seat pockets.

he doesn’t.

“are you okay?”

“are you okay? you look sick.”

your mouth is consistently salivating, and something feels wrong in your stomach. the view of the sea extended so far out, you thought it was beautiful - that is, until your body disagreed.

“i’m gonna hurl-”

“what? don’t hurl on deck!” jay squeals, turning around and immediately running back indoors. you had assumed your best fried had chosen to ditch you, but he returns right in the knick of time and almost shoves your face into a plastic bag.

“oh, ewwwww,” he whines, looking away as you retch into it.

“y/n? y/n!” jay’s mother rushes out onto the deck, nearly sliding on her knees as she anxiously pats your back. “are you okay? watch her, jay, i’ll go get her some lemonade.”

by the time you’re done regurgitating your breakfast, jay’s more than disgusted when he pulls the plastic bag away from you. he holds it as far as he can, and ties the handles to seal it.

the door bursts open again, and his mother is holding a glass of lemonade with a little bottle of medicated oil.

“come here, sweet,” she kneels, pushing your wind-blown hair out of your face. “oh, you must have motion sickness. i’m so sorry, i wouldn’t have chosen a cruise if i knew.”

she hands you the glass of lemonade, which almost instantly makes you feel better, then opens the bottle of medicated oil and rubs some on your temples.

“feel better?” she waits for you to finish the lemonade before asking. with a gentle, tired nod, you let her take the glass from you. “i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay, i didn’t know either,” shaking your head, you look at the empty glass. “can i have more?”

“can i get lemonade if you have those? maybe lime juice or some sort?” jay requests again when the stewardess returns with more paper bags.

you can hear her hesitate for a moment, before she goes, “i’ll check and be right back if we have any.”

“thank you,” he pulls the paper bag away and holds your chin, tilting your head upwards. the sound of the paper bag crinkling tells you he’s probably twisting the mouth of it and keeping it elsewhere, then reaches into his blazer (that was still on you) pocket and pulls out a bottle of medicated oil.

“hold on to the paper bag,” he instructs, opening the bottle and dabbing his finger onto the tip. the scent of the medicated oil washes away the stench of the vomit, and a sigh of relief escapes your throat when he presses his fingers into your temples. your breath is trembling, but it slowly regulates to a norm with every circle he draws on your skin.

“mr park, one cup of lemonade and some paper bags.”

“oh, that’s great, thank you.”

“please let me know if you need anything else.”

“thanks.”

the sound of her corkshoes step away, leaving you and your haggard breathing alone with jay, who's doubling as a babysitter right now. once the stewardess had gone, you slowly open your eyes, letting your vision return to normal and your heart calm.

in the corner of your eye, you can see jay reaching down to dab more medicated oil, so you sit up and clear your throat instead, “i’m fine.”

he halts in his movements, barely touching the tip of the bottle. without a word, he caps it, then proceeds to wipe his hands.

“thank you.”

he doesn’t acknowledge, simply slipping the medicated oil back into the blazer pocket.

“you know where to get the medicated oil if you feel nauseous again.”

you’re a little embarrassed when you get off the plane and see the same stewardess who ran back and forth for your paper bags and lemonade at the gate, but she does nothing but greet you with a smile. some part of you had expected her to snicker, but she’s a professional, unlike you.

after you’ve collected your luggage and headed for the escalator leading to the exit, jay’s already on his phone and making some calls. only now do you realise you’re still wearing his blazer. so, you begin pulling it off to return it to him.

yet, he stays on the phonecall for a considerable amount of time, and even after getting off the escalator, he’s still on it. you walk by the crowd welcoming the plane’s passengers, tailing jay, until he almost abruptly stops as he greets a lady in a blazer jumpsuit.

he finally keeps his phone.

“mrs yoon!” jay puts on this wide, gorgeous smile, that you haven’t seen for such a long time. there’s this annoying ball of anxiety hurtling about in your chest when you can see his canine teeth and his eyes fold into crescents.

“well, i haven’t seen you for some years and you’ve grown!”

his smile is still the same.

“...me introduce you,” jay turns around and holds an arm out. “this is ms l/n y/n. she’s one of our newest marketing researchers.”

mrs yoon is your height, but she’s in heels. she has obviously-dyed hair, and has definitely spent a significant amount of time on her makeup and curled hair. she looks tired, but also like someone who would hold a cockroach by it’s wings to catch it.

“pleasure to meet you, mrs yoon. please guide me along the way, i’m so honored to be learning from you on this trip,” you hold your hand out.

mrs yoon’s eyes dart down to your hand, and the awkwardness begins to creep up on you. there’s an impending feeling of danger and threat when mrs yoon seems to be refusing your handshake, but then she sighs and her shoulders slump.

“an honor to be learning from me? oh, please! one of the three marketing researchers of park’s?” she shakes her head and tuts her tongue, taking your hand and sandwiching them between hers. she has a wedding band on her finger. “i couldn’t be in your position back then at your age. park must trust you a lot to send you here with his son.”

“and this,” she reaches down to your arm, pulling the blazer off. “why’d you make her carry your blazer for you? she’s not your personal assistant, is she?”

“oh, no, no!” you hurriedly wave your hands, eyes widening as a gentle frown on her face starts to scare jay. “he lent it to me on the plane. i left mine in my luggage.”

“ah, couldn’t you have said that earlier?” she continues to shove the blazer back into jay’s hand, then reaches down into her canvas-sized Dolce & Gabbana bag to pull out a scarf. “you must’ve been freezing! going onto the plane without a jacket! come, let’s go for the 11am meeting, then i’ll take the both of you to lunch.”

and with that, she slides an arm across your upper back, patting your arms as she guides you off. with a slightly surprised demeanour, you turn to jay, searching for any sign of comfort.

which he does provide you - a kind smile, a reassuring nod, as he mouths ‘it’s alright, i’m here’.

the meeting felt like being thrown back into classroom - just without the equations that confused you or the vocabulary that you couldn’t understand. no, you understood perfectly what every word was said in that room, but given the context?

nothing.

but mrs yoon can tell you’re confused, so she takes it upon herself to ask the presenters to dumb the explanations down a little for easier clarification and to ‘minimise confusion’. maybe it was the way she said it, or maybe because she was the company’s representative for Japan.

the presenters dumb the content down, and essentially gave a summary of the 50 slides they had, and whilst you were feeling grateful to mrs yoon for making your job easier, there’s a reminder that you’re lucky you weren’t on the other end of this conference.

“you’ve managed to consolidate all your content into a five minute break-down with much simpler terms. why’d you need half an hour for all that prior?”

yikes.

jay leans back in his seat. he can tell you’re flustered from across the table, so he has this little, sneaky smile on his lips before he looks down at his documents. he definitely finds it amusing to see you react to mrs yoon’s work atittude.

what’s he laughing at? a little grin threatens to surface on your lips. no, i will not cave first.

but if you had to choose a favourite moment admist all these culture shocks and surprises, it’d have to be when jay totally forgets about the fact that he knows you, and that he was pretending not to. it’s ironic, considering you had hated his pretence so much, so hard, since the first day at work.

maybe it’s because you hadn’t seen him for so long - having him speak to you without that barrier and the additional caution of saying something wrong felt more natural than any other thing he’s said to you in the last twenty days. he’s not concerned about bumping hands with you when he hands you a document or when you hand him the glass of water he asked for. he goes ‘check the stats for last year’s quarter for me, would you?’ without even looking at you.

he has no time or space for a problem, a problem that is you, when he is working, and that’s when it feels the least tiring, the least complicated.

but at the end of the day, when you’re back in your hotel room and supposed to give jake a call, all you can think of is: “so why are you avoiding me?”

jay yawns, leaning back in his sofa seat with the documents strewn about on the glass, coffee table. he looks around the room, which was a corner suite, and his immediate thought is, “why’d they give me such a huge room when there’s just me?”

he scoffs to himself, running a hand through his hair, then rubs his palms over his face in tired exasperation. he lets out a long, painful groan, shutting his eyes and letting the last four days of intense working get to him.

he sits up, looking at himself in the reflection of his balcony sliding door. his hair is in a mess and he probably looks like he should get some sleep, but all he can think about is you next door, probably calling your boyfriend and complaining about how distant he is, how cold and confusing his actions have been.

he might just have to jab his own eyes to stop himself from looking at you anymore.

ring. ring. ring.

“hi, mrs yoon,” he tucks his free hand under the other as he holds the phone up to his ear.

“hey, i’m so sorry to call so late. but i just wanted to tell you that the meeting tomorrow with the embassy has been cancelled. your father will have it online next week instead.”

“ah,” jay rubs an eye. “that’s-”

“so that clears up your schedule, right? with y/n?”

jay sits up and leans his elbows on the table. “not on first-name-basis with her anymore?”

“oh, she’s such a joy to guide! but yes, that does clear up your schedule with her, doesn’t it?”

he hums in quiet contemplation. “yeah. might be able to catch a flight home tomorrow then-”

“oh, no, no! take her on a tour around osaka, would you? i have these vouchers and gift cards that i wouldn’t be able to use and my daughter would spend all her time on these cafes instead of studying.”

a small chuckle, but jay is in slight shock. he’s not prepared. “mrs yoon, we’re here for work. i don’t think it’s appropriate-”

“who said you aren’t? you’re going around osaka for recces for future publicity or commercial uses. wherever you go, note the menu prices, note the space and the location, whether they are photogenic and whether they are accessible by public transport or private.”

jay wants to groan his frustration away, but he can’t. he almost slams his face into his palm. “have you told my father?”

“i’ll tell him after.”

“is that a good idea?”

“what’s he going to do, fly here and drag you home?”

“the money spent is technically yours. it won’t be reimbursed.”

“and the company benefits. what seems to be the issue?”

through parted lips, jay sucks in a harsh breath. “i understand that you want y/n to have fun on the trip, but this seems... somewhat unprofessional.”

there’s an awkward pause over the call, and mrs yoon sighs as well. “you and your professionalism. just like your father!”

jay smiles to himself, somehow eased by her little outburst. “let me inform my father regarding the change of plans. i’ll check if we can get the vouchers and gift cards you’ll be giving us reimbursed and logged under expenditure and then i’ll take her out on the tour, okay?”

“will your father even see this by tomorrow morning?”

“my father might not, but mr kwon would.”

another pause. “fine. and if mr kwon doesn’t approve, just take the vouchers and gift cards anyway!”

jay laughs. “goodnight, mrs yoon.”

“...goodnight, jay.”

pulling his phone away from his ear and processing the change in schedule, jay can’t help but sigh again. if he had a dollar everytime he sighed, maybe he’d be a little richer than when he first started on this trip.

back in his office, mr kwon read the email the moment it was sent. the little ding had pulled his attention from packing his briefcase to the computer screen - it was a late night, but only because james park had literally peer pressured him into having a steamboat dinner with him.

normally, he’d refuse, and use the excuse of office hours to stay out of his business, but mr kwon can tell his boss is feeling lonely because his son is out of town, so he usually relents and indulges in the good things that he’s being offered.

but he pulls out his glasses and reads the email, sent directly from jay, and he’s a little more than concerned when it sounds more like an excuse to go on a date with his crush (read: subordinate).

that is, until mrs yoon sends an email as well, in a much less freedom-of-choice tone.

Change of Schedule

Yoon Se Won - Japan Representative and Marketing Executive, Sinar Tours

to: Kwon Jung Hwan

Good evening Kwon,

Following the cancellation of the embassy’s meeting with us, this frees up Jay and y/n’s schedule. Jay would’ve already sent you an email regarding the updated schedule. It was my idea. If I was available to give them the tour myself, I would’ve. But I have a last minute conference with the subsidiaries here.

Let the kids go on a one day trip. Jay will keep log of the necessary details for the overseas department, and I will make sure I’ll have these documents collected. They’ve done well the last four days, one day of rest wouldn’t hurt.

Let me know if you have any issues. Should James disapprove, let him know that the company doesn’t need to cover their costs. Thanks.

Regards,

Se Won

mr kwon groans, pulling his glasses off and scratching his forehead.

RE: Change of Schedule

Kwon Jung Hwan - Secretary of the CEO’s Office, Sinar Tours

to: Yoon Se Won, Jay Park Jong Seong

Thank you for the appropriatedly-timed email,

Please retain any receipts of payment throughout your schedule. We will arrange private transportation for Mr Park and Ms l/n. Please see attached for details and contact numbers of those involved.

Goodnight,

Kwon

“yeah, i know. just frustrating that he doesn’t want to talk me through this. mhm,” you roll around on your bed, hair flared out against the sheets. “mhm. i know. okay, goodnight. call you tomorrow after the meeting? yeah, okay. goodnight.”

pulling the phone away from your ear, you lock your phone screen and sigh, inhaling the lavender scent of the room.

knock knock.

“room service!”

a frown sets in your forehead as you sit up, eyes darting to the door.

“hi, delivery for ms l/n y/n?” the hotel staff, who isn’t even a housekeeper, stood outside with a boutique box in her hands.

“uh... yes?”

“mr park had this sent to your room.”

“mr park...?”

“of sinar tours. isn’t that-”

“yeah, i know...” she hands the box to you. “but which-”

“mr park jong seong!” she smiles. your eyes fall onto the box, and in the corner, you recognise the LV logo. “goodnight, ms l/n.”

“ah, goodnight to you too.”

memory takes you back to that phone call he had on the escalator when you first touched down in japan.

a little wince and groan, before you decide to take the box and throw on a hoodie to leave your room.

jay had just come out of the shower and drying his hair with the towel around his neck when the door knocked. he’s a little stunned to see you through the peephole carrying the Louis Vuitton package he had ordered for you, then he hears a little ding of the delivery message.

he swallows, opening the door after a few seconds.

you thought he’d tell you to go away, that it was just a gift because you didn’t seem to have a nice blazer of your own, but he’s just staring at you the same way you’re staring at him.

the scent of the hotel shampoo and bath gel wafts through your nose, and you can vaguely feel the warmth pouring out from his bathroom. his wet hair is slicked and covering most of his forehead, and it felt like he had frozen in time.

if only you could’ve actually frozen him in time, so that he’d never leave you. his face and his entire being something you wished you could’ve taken a screenshot and kept forever, maybe make a clone that would’ve stayed with you the last ten years; forge his DNA onto someone else, print his face and stick it onto someone else’s head.

anything to have him back.

why are you so near but so far away from me?

all the things you wanted to ask surfaces on your tongue again.

he’s here now, but he’s no longer the little boy you cried to about getting your period.

he’s here now, after disappearing for 10 years, after promising he’d be here for you whenever he needed it.

“pinky promise?”

jay looks up from his little gameboy, confused. “promise what?”

“that you’ll always be my best friend. that if i got mad or sad, i can always go to you.”

jay pouts. “i’m not going to leave, why do i have to promise this? now you’re making me sad.”

“just promise me!” you hold out your pinky finger and jab his tummy with it.

“okay, i promise!”

but he broke his promise. and not only that, he’s treating you worse than if you were a stranger.

“i can’t take this,” you abruptly snap yourself out of your trance. holding the box out to him. “i’m sorry i don’t have a more presentable blazer, but i’ll get one soon.”

jay grips the end of the towel on either side of his shoulders. “that wasn’t what i meant when i ordered it for you.”

‘for you’?

your heart drops, not because you thought this was sweet, but because he’s just being so fucking confusing.

“we have some free time tomorrow before the embassy meeting. i’ll head to the nearby department store to buy a new blazer.”

“um, about that,” he rubs the back of his neck. “the meeting’s cancelled.”

you blink at him. “oh. does that mean we’re going home tomorrow?”

“no, we have to... um, go on a recce. for locations that we can use for future commercial and promotional purposes.”

“i’m... not following.”

jay gulps, sucking in a deep breath. his eyes roll up to look at the ceiling like he were blinking tears away, and the whites under his pupils seem so glaring to you. “we’re going touring for work,” he says, now looking back down at you. “we’re going to cafes and resturants and souvenir stores that aren’t commonly visited by tourists. we need to log their catalogue or menu so that we can promote these places.”

your lips part first before the sound of acknowledgement can come out. “ah...” you want to say ‘that sounds fun’, but you look down and see the box in your hand again. it ruins your slightly-elevated mood. “anyway, here. i can get a blazer when we’re at one of these stores, i’m sure.”

“it’s for you. take it,” his voice settles. you can tell he can’t really look you in the eye now, because he’s looking at everywhere but your face.

but when he does, there’s this strange, magnetic force that’s begging you to wrap your hands around him, ask him where he’s been and why he’s been treating you so horribly. for a moment, you think he’s feeling the same. his lips are slightly curled downwards, tired eyes are begging for you to cave in first, and his grip on his towel is getting tighter, as if he were desperately trying to hold back from-

“it’s late,” he finally sucks in a deep breath, his chest expanding as he looks back into his room. “you should get some rest. be up by 9am.”

the moment has been completely shattered, and you almost want to scoff at the thought of him being such a coward, but you nod and retreat the box.

“okay. thank you for the blazer, nonetheless.”

jay doesn’t even respond. he barely nods. he steps back into his room and closes the door on you.

the sudden emptiness in the form of a door closing on you feels horrible. there’s a little ball stuck in the back of your throat and you don’t know why. or do you? your hands are trembling, holding the box, simply because there’s clearly something holding him back from caring for you like he used to.

but what could be more important than reuniting with your best friend?

jay almost dies once he’s out of your sight. there’s a frown cemented into his face, and he’s biting into his bottom lip for being such a scum.

the moment he had seen you in person outside his door, he wanted nothing but to hug you and cup your face and perhaps kiss you, get everything out of you because he got none of you in the last 10 years.

he wouldn’t consider life without you hard, but it would’ve been so much easier if you were around to listen to his worries, or just... be there. as he grew older and a little wiser, his circle of friends that hadn’t even been around for long began to shrink, and before he knew it, he was yanked back here, a place where he should feel at home.

but that’s the problem.

you were his home, but he wasn’t the only person who thought of you that way.

he clenches his fists, pulling the towel off his neck and almost hurls it onto his bed.

jay would be lying if he said he didn’t melt into a puddle of goop once he saw how beautiful the blazer was on you. he didn’t know if it was because the blazer itself was pretty, or whether you had complemented it.

it was a newly launched piece, and he thought about you the moment he saw it. he was just waiting for the right time.

but there you were, excitably noting down every single thing in the menu and their prices. even without him saying anything, you even made the effort to order a corn cup for him.

was that your way of saying something?

but jay is a little boy with a hopeless, unrequited love wrapped in clothing that screams ‘i am a professional’, so he remains just that. he eats without a word, only every now and then asking how the food you were having was.

you were treating this recce so much more seriously than what it was originally planned as, it tickled him in a strange part of his heart to see you having fun at work, in a company that would eventually be his.

it could be yours too.

should.

would have.

jay snaps out of it, hurriedly looking out the window of the cafe before you catch him staring.

your last location was a restaurant down by the river, and it was a pleasant surprise when the manager personally came to see you and jay to the table. it had the most gorgeous view over the city with the glimmering river just right below, and it was even more of a surprise when the manager began speaking to jay in japanese.

all you could was offer a service smile, nodding and half-bowing everytime he looked at you. but when you whipped out your notebook to write down the menu details, jay stops you.

“we’re not here for work. mrs yoon had a gift voucher for this restaurant, and they’re a long time collaborator with us.”

“ah,” you sheepishly keep the notebook. “so, what did he say? i didn’t know you could speak japanese.”

jay blinks in contemplation.

“good evening, mr park. how’s your father and mrs yoon?”

“they’re doing well. how about you?”

“oh, the same old!” he paused. “who is this? colleague?” a cheeky pause. “girlfriend?”

jay had looked to you in the corner of his eye, but you were too busy admiring the city out the window.

“my best friend from a long time ago.”

“hmm,” the manager somehow maintains a professional smile. “best friend to her, but what about you?”

jay is in slight disbelief. “i-”

“yare yare! let me bring you the new in-house five-course meal, shall i?”

“asked about my parents and mrs yoon and whether we’d like to try their new in-house five-course special or the usuals.”

you nod slowly, feeling the awkward tension settle. if you could put it into words, it feels like a bunch of earphones tangled together.

fortunately for you, the food is a pleasing distraction from jay. mr higasa was more than happy to try his best to explain the food to you whilst you had it like you haven’t eaten in days. his enthusiasm and animated gestures made it all the more worth it.

maybe that’s why jay’s family loved him so much.

but mr higasa held none of jay’s attention, for his eyes were on you the entire night. your little frowns and squints at mr higasa while trying to understand and guess his mangled, unfluent speech made him want to sob. all the small attempts to live up to mr higasa’s energy made him want to smile, until he remembers that all of you already belonged to someone else.

someone else would’ve already been seeing this the last few years, had the chance to tell you how pretty you were when you’re trying; had the chance to admire how you always showed how much you loved doing whatever it was you were doing.

the frustrations builds in his chest, and it slowly wipes the smile off his face.

mr higasa ends the night with a deep bow and a wide smile on his face at the entrance of the restaurant. “thank you for coming. please come again, i make sure the prawn salad perfect!”

“thank you for the food, it was wonderful,” you smile and return the bow.

“heading back to hotel now? when are you going home?”

“our flight is tomorrow morning, so yeah, we should be heading back to the hotel.”

“you must walk along river! in the night... very pretty!”

jay squints at the manager from behind you.

“really?”

jay can hear the excitement in your voice and how beautifully you fell for mr higasa’s trick.

“of course! ask jay to bring you!”

“oh,” you turn and look at jay with a pathetic smile. “i think we’d better not. our flight is early tomorrow-”

“river just downstairs,” he waves a mindless hand in the air. “okay, okay! sayonara, safe flight home! you take ms l/n, okay?” lifting a finger and gesturing to jay, he turns on his heels and walks off.

once in the lift, you’ve returned to your little bundle of tangled earphones. stifling a little yawn, you look away and sniffle, careful not to catch his eyes in the reflection of the lift door.

“we can go back to the hotel.”

jay considers it for a moment. “no, i know where the river is. we can take a walk along it until we reach the road and call a cab.”

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to and if you’re tired.”

jay doesn’t respond. the silence cues you to look up, and you immediately knew he had gone quiet so he can look at you in the reflection.

“i said we’ll go, so we’ll go.”

the assertion is a little surprising, but you lower your head in acknowledgement anyway.

the first thing that struck you about the river was how quiet it was - maybe because it was a weekday night. but the sound of the water sloshing against the water banks, the rustle of the leaves in the trees and the occasional frog croaking in the high grass made you feel like you were actually on a holiday.

for a moment, you had forgotten that jay was even there.

but then the sight of a little patch of mimosas catch your attention. even under the dim lamps lining the paths, the patch of darker colored leaves had held its same significance for the last ten years.

jay’s father loved taking you to parks and fields. you remember the day he squatted you down by a little patch of mimosas, tell you how they’d close up when you touched them and how the pink flowers hooked onto your socks for them to spread to other areas.

jay loved prancing about in the grass like a little fawn, searching for them and squatting to poke at them. so eventually, you did the same. the both of you made it a point to find every single patch in every single field and close all the leaves. sometimes, you’d even make it a competition, see who could find more patches.

as you grew older and jay left, it went quiet. your parents did make an effort to bring you mimosa hunting, but it wasn’t the same when you couldn’t hear jay’s giggling or whining when he knew he was winning or losing to you.

just a few years ago - the year you had met jake, in fact - you had gone to the field where you remembered finding the largest patch of mimosas.

you remember it clear as crystal - only because you realised you had fallen for someone else while still being wholley dedicated to jay.

it was a shameful day, squatting by the stupid patch of mimosas and crying about realising you liked jake when you had promised yourself you’d wait for jay to come back no matter what. if jay was around, you could tell him what you were fussing about.

if jay hadn’t even left, you wouldn’t have fallen for jake.

this is all jay’s fault, you had thought.

but eventually, you had convinced yourself that even if jay was going to come back, he’d move on, find someone else and you’d just be his childhood friend.

who will wait ten years anyway?

there are tears in your eyes when you finally look away. only now do you realise jay has already overtaken you, standing just a few metres before you and watching you struggle to compose yourself.

but this feat is nearly impossible, and you fail thoroughly when the urge finally tears through your composure.

“why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

the question comes out airy and light, like a whisper in the wind. jay, who had already turned and ready to begin walking again, manages hears it.

you suck in a sharp breath, then ask it again, “jay, why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

fuck.

jay winces to himself, licking his lips and inhaling quietly. he turns around.

“i know you recognised me since the day we met at the administrative counter. i know because i saw the hello kitty charm in your pocket. i know because you looked like you had just seen... a ghost. me. i’m the ghost, aren’t i?”

jay shoves his hands into his pockets. he sucks in such a huge breath, his entire frame expands as he looks away. he holds his breath for a second, then exhales heavily.

the ball is back in your throat. the stupid patch of mimosas is doing nothing but trigger all your memories again. you’re caving in first, but there’s nothing more to lose anyway.

“do you know how hard it’s been... to pretend that i don’t know you? i don’t know how the fuck you do it, but i’ve kept the stupid hello kitty thing for this long- i see it and i think of you, i see the plushie you gave me that’s sitting in my bedroom everytime i get home and i think of you. i have every single letter you’ve written me packed into a box. i can’t even walk past mimosas without thinking of us fighting over who can close more patches. and- and now- i can’t even go to work in peace because i’m constantly worrying that i’m going to run into you and everything will turn awkward like what happened with your father. i’m sure he doesn’t know you’re treating me like a stranger. if he knew, surely, he’d whack you across the head.”

the tears have finally rolled out. the cool river wind kisses the trails like ice on a hot day.

“can i at least know... if you still see me as your best friend? or at least... that we once were?”

jay’s gone quiet. his eyes are silent. you’re having a hard time reading his face.

but you don’t know how hard it is for jay to be hearing this, do you? you don’t know how great it feels for it to finally be out, that one of you had finally caved in. you don’t know how horrible it feels, because jay’s answer is already on the tip of his tongue.

i’m pretending i don’t know you because you have a boyfriend. because you already have someone who can give you everything you want and everything he can. you already have someone who has been there for you when i wasn’t.

but jay can’t say it. he will bring this to his grave, for he doesn’t want to ruin your fairytale. he’s already ruined the kick-off to your career.

you’re less of a coward than he is.

you’re about to throw up when he finally, but also very suddenly, starts walking towards you, and without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you.

you take a second to process this, for his weight and force pushes you back a step or two, but the scent of his cologne wafts through your nose and the familiar warmth of him embraces you like all the hugs he should’ve given you in the last ten years had been consolidated into one.

through little chokes and voice cracks, you manage to whisper, “fuck you, this is so fucking long overdue,” part of you wants to pull away to punch him in the jaw and step on his foot for being an asshole but the tears are already blurring your vision too much.

your heart relents.

your arms circle his torso and you shove your face into his collar, letting the tears fall and this bittersweet reunion eat you up from the inside.

“i’m sorry,” he finally whispers into the top of your head. he pulls away to push your hair back, making sure none of it was stuck to your tears. “i’m sorry i pretended. i’ve always been here with you. always.”

“fuck you, no, you weren’t,” a pathetic whine escapes your lips, and jay barely chuckles before holding your head into his coat again. “please don’t leave me again. please.”

the sound of your sniffles rip him apart. not because you’re asking him of something that might’ve sounded unfair.

but because he knows he’s never left. he never did. he never will.

“i’m sorry i broke my promise. i promise i won’t leave you again.”

Part 2

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Howlin’ (M)

⇢ Characters/pairings | Kwon Hyuk / DEAN x reader

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Fated Mates!au, angst, smut

⇢ Word Count | 9,670 words

⇢ Summary | The fate between mates has been written by the Goddess for every single wolf that had been brought to the world, all for the sake of love and peace in life. You have waited all your young life to meet your Fated until the day he comes before you ready to claim you as his. But when you are both being challenged with your responsibilities for the Pack, which one would you be fighting against for the sake of your future? Your written destiny, or the Pack’s orders?

⇢ Warning | mating sex, first time/virgin sex, penetration sex without protection, explicit sexual scene, oral sex (f receiving), some dirty talking

⇢ Music Companion | Sometimes I hear Howlin' in my head - DEAN

It is forbidden to walk through the woods at night.

Ever since you were a young pup, both your parents and the elders in the pack had taught you how dangerous the woods could be at night, especially for female wolves such as yourself. Every single wolf your age had grown up knowing to stay away from it when nighttime falls, particularly from this part of the woods.

But tonight, you choose to cross the line with one destination and one purpose in mind. And it will only be the first of many rules you are about to break.

There is no other way around it. Tonight will be the last chance for you to do this before your freedom would be taken from you. You had pictured yourself with a future filled with regrets and heartbreak instead of the love and happiness you had dreamed of since you were a child. It would be the price for the sacrifice that you are about to make, so with it, comes your determination to take the chance of having what is rightfully yours. Even if it is only for a night.

You had told yourself that you deserve it when you left the house. Though now as you are walking past the giant trees and the thick darkness, you start questioning if your act of defiance is truly worth it at all.

It is, you tell yourself as you keep on walking. It has to. Because then your effort of running from your own home and escaping your parents and your guards would mean nothing.

You had covered yourself up in a long, dark cloak which falls down to your feet, with an oversized hood on top that covers up your head and half of your face, hoping that it would be enough to hide you from sight and for you to blend in with the darkness. The old cloak is filled with different scents to cover your own so nobody could detect you as you slipped out of the house, while you could only hope that it would be distracting enough for the night guards as you walk past the borders between the town and the forbidden woods.

Dry branches and dead leaves are crushed under your footsteps as you trudge forward through the depth of the woods. The soil is wet after the long rain, and you rely solely on your wolf’s senses to be able to find your way through the dark of the night without making any wrong step.

Even while hidden under your thick cloak, you can still feel the strong wind blowing around you. The sound of the howling wind and faint movements from the patrolling wolves at the edge of the woods are enough to make you grow cautious as you keep on walking ahead, but not enough to make you stop.

While you are still debating whether to keep on going or to turn back around and continue living in lies, you realise that you are nearly there.

Looking far through the distance, past the thick trees around you, you can finally see the yellow lights coming from a small hunting cabin, hidden at the heart of the forest. Finally, you wonder silently in relief, because the human part of you has been begging to return with the fear of being caught and the wolf part of you who is missing her mate have been fighting inside your head, with the former nearly winning with reasons that your legs are close to giving up. But you still cannot breathe easily until you are really there.

Until you see him.

You start walking faster until you reach its front porch, and only then you finally stop.

Your hand is shaking as you bring it up to knock on the front door. But you manage anyway. And it doesn’t take him long to open the door for you.

He stands tall at the threshold, your Fated Mate, his beautiful face glows under the moonlight as he looks out. And though he appears intimidating with the way he straightens himself up, the sparks that appear in your body from being close to him ignite something else inside you. Something that makes you feel whole.

Looking into his eyes, you could tell that he had already sensed you coming. Instead of shock, you see warmth and longing in his gaze as he looks down on you, before his eyes turn cold.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” His voice sounds low and soft when he speaks, but what hurts you more is that you can feel him holding back. As if he is putting up a shield to protect himself. From you.

And it triggers something in you that you unintentionally snap, “Neither are you.”

His jaw ticks. For a moment there, you are ready to have him snapping back at you. Yet his voice only comes out calm and cold. “This was my father’s cabin before he handed it down to me. No one can stop me from choosing to be in my own private property when I wish to be.”

“Not even the Alpha?”

The moment the words come out, you instantly regret it. Because Hyuk reels back and he becomes even more guarded.

“Don’t.”

And there it is again, the wrath in his eyes returns and the tinge of pain in your chest that comes whenever you see him hurting snaps right back in place. “I’m sorry, I just—I needed to see you,” you quickly tell him with a sigh, half pleading for him to listen and not kick you out. “Please, Hyuk.”

He seems unsure at first, and you are sure that he might be thinking of actually telling you off or perhaps send you back home himself. But he only sighs, sounding defeated as he does it. As his cold gaze softens, you realise that for every bit of spark you are still feeling for him, there is no denying that he is still feeling it too.

“Come in.”

The cabin feels warm and cozy on the inside. You immediately understand the reason why Hyuk has been residing here, using this small place as a shelter ever since that day.

The day when everything and everyone around you defied your happiness and crushed every hope that you and Hyuk had for the future.

No words are exchanged as you take refuge on his small couch, with a cup of steaming hot tea in your hands that he had brewed for you. Your cloak is now hanging near the front door. You could tell how he hates it, judging from the way he scrunched his nose as you took it off. Meanwhile, you could breathe in his ravishing scent now as you are sitting there, which you revel on as much as you can.

You can feel his eyes on you, watching you intensely while you cannot even lift your face to look up and return his gaze. You feel embarrassed when you realise that even if you have figured out how to get here without being caught, you just have no idea what to say to him.

“Are you going to stare at that all night?”

Hyuk’s voice is soft when he spoke, but it was still enough to startle you that you flinch in your seat before looking up to him. You were ready to once again meet his painful gaze when you meet his eyes, yet there is nothing there. He only stares at you like he is trying to read your mind.

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice comes in the form of a whisper since you have no idea how to act in front of him. You feel like no matter what you do or say, it will only hurt either one of you.

Hyuk takes a deep breath. He has taken the single seat at the opposite side of where you are, and it feels extremely far out of reach even if you can still feel his presence. Your hands tighten around your mug as you hold yourself back from reaching out to him. They say the pull between mates are the strongest when you are with your Fated. And sitting here in the same room with him, you can feel it getting stronger on each and every second you are spending it with him.

Hyuk’s eyes fall on your hands and he sighs defeatedly. “What is it that you want, _____? Why exactly are you here?” he asks again, softly, keeping his hands on his knees. If only you are not seeing the creases growing in his pants from his tight grip, you may never notice how much he is also holding himself back from reaching out to you. “You couldn’t have gotten to all the trouble and risk everything to see me if it’s for nothing.”

You bite your lips. “I told you I needed to see you.”

“You said that already, but for what?” he looks at you with his brows raised. The more he sees how you are not talking, the more frustrated he seems to be getting. Crossing his arms over his chest, he asks you with a light taunt in his words, “Didn’t you even think about what people would be saying if they found out that you had entered the house of an unmated male wolf in the middle of the night?”

You did. But you find it in you that you no longer care. Why would you, when nobody even care about how you feel? Biting your lips, you cannot figure out how to defend yourself. Meanwhile, Hyuk seems to be losing his patience and continues to add on,

“I thought you were supposed to be locked in your house tonight. Isn’t that what soon-to-be-mated wolves do before their mating ceremony?”

Pain snaps back deep inside your chest. You close your eyes tight to hold it and softly beg, “Stop.”

But he wouldn’t, as if his anger insists to come flowing out the moment he lets it slip. You could hear his pain and hatred as he spits out, “Or is it that you wish to see this pathetic mate of yours as he wallows in sadness before he would witness his own mate being wed to someone else?”

“I said, stop!”

You could no longer hold back. His words are too real and too painful for you to bear. You had instantly stood up in your rage as you screamed out, the cup you were holding in your hand had come rolling on the floor as you tossed it away.

Yet even after you snap, you could only stand there, looking up into his eyes with your hands balled on your side.

“Why?” he challenges you when you suddenly fall silent, “Can’t handle the truth, can you? Isn’t that exactly what is going to happen? You are to be the Alpha’s mate. The decision has been made and you had agreed upon it.”

“I did not!” You already knew that he would think that everything had been made to happen as your own decision, you saw it in his eyes when he was called into the Alpha’s room that day to hear what the Elders had to say. When they announced to the high ranked wolves how you were to be mated to the Alpha.

You just have no idea how to begin to clear things up with him. That everything was on them, not you. “Those are not the reason why I am here to see you, Hyuk,” is the only thing you could say to him, defeatedly losing your will to defend yourself when he seems unwilling to listen.

“Then tell me what the hell you are doing—”

“Because I can’t go through with it!” The words finally come out after you find how dismissive he keeps acting to you. Then a look of comprehension starts to grow in his eyes. As you can suddenly feel how he is slowly letting his guards down, you move across the room to reach him, surprising him and yourself, when you grab him by the collars and pull him up from his seat.

“Let’s run away. Far, far away from here,” you beg him, feeling desperate as you look into his eyes and your hands clutching tight on his shirt. “Take me away, Hyuk, please.”

Hyuk does nothing to reach for you, keeping his hands balled into tight fists on his sides and his jaw clenched tight. “I have offered you time and time again a chance to be with me, to accept me as your mate. But you kept pushing me away and now this? Only when you are about to be mated to someone else do you come to me and ask me to whisk you away from here?”

“But I do accept you! I wanted to! We are mates!”

His eyes glare at you with rage. “Then why am I not the one standing next to you on your mating ceremony the day after tomorrow?”

“Because I had no choice! Do you really think I want this?” The pain has become too much that you push him away, before you hit him on the chest at the very same spot where it is hurting you. “I didn’t ask for all of this! I didn’t ask to be born as the younger sister of the Alpha’s mate! She wasn’t supposed to die! She was supposed to be with him for eternity so I can be with my mate instead of taking her place just to keep her mate from dying of losing her!”

All of a sudden, you simply cannot hold it back any longer. You hate everything. You hate the Pack Law, the rule which had insisted that for each ranked werewolf who had just lost their Fated Mate, then the closest kin of that fallen mate would take their place as a Second Chance Mate. Which, in this case, since the Fated Mate of your Alpha was your older sister, you were forced to take her place right after she had passed from the illness which had taken her life.

For werewolves, Fated Mates are meant for eternity. Losing their Fated would cost a wolf to lose their soul, which would eventually lead to death, insanity, the illness that had been widely known as the Mate Sickness. With it, the Pack Law was created within your pack, in order to prevent the illness to attack any ranked werewolves should they ever lose a mate while keeping the bloodline to hold the ranks.

For the Alpha who was mated to your older sister, losing her would cause him to go berserk with the Mate Sickness, before the illness would soon take his life in the end. With the loss of an Alpha who has no heir to take his place, the pack will be left in disarray, before they disintegrate unless a new leader is chosen in his place. As the younger sister of the fallen mate, the responsibility had fallen on your shoulders to be his Second Chance Mate, while you could only look at it as nothing but torment.

“He is an Alpha. He could’ve gotten a Second Chance Mate so easily and he could’ve chosen anyone. He didn’t have to choose me!” Your voice cracks as you speak. It was barely registered in your mind that you have been crying until you feel the tears come running down your cheeks. Yet you are too angry to bother with it. Too angry at the world, at the Elders, at the Alpha, and at the whole pack for placing you right in the corner. “And he wouldn’t have chosen me if it wasn’t for the stupid rules! I don’t care about the Pack Law and I blame the Goddess for putting me in this place.”

Hyuk still says nothing. But his gaze has softened. You have hated everyone even more for having to put him in this situation. Hated the fact that you are not the only one sacrificing because of the damn law, that your mate has become the collateral damage because of all the rules.

But you hated it even more when you found out that all this time, he had actually believed that you had agreed to do it willingly. That you would reject him so you could be with the Alpha.

“I already told them that I didn’t want to. I already refused the moment my father told me about the rules, about what I was required to do. I told them that I didn’t care that the Alpha is dying and that he will pass on without an heir to take his place if I don’t take his mate’s place. I had waited for a chance to make them see how sacrificing my happiness wouldn’t even worth it. I told them that I had found my Fated and begged that they would let me be with you. But the more I begged them, the more they threatened me. They threatened to banish my family from the pack if I don’t do what the law requires me to.”

Judging from the way his eyes are widened, you could tell that he had been left in the dark. That he clearly had no clue how the Elders had put you to this spot, or how they had forced you to keep your distance from him in order to not let the bond between the two of you grow so you could build a new one with a Chosen.

“I don’t know what to do, Hyuk. I don’t want all of this. I just want to be with my mate,” you plead for him. Now that the secret is out, the weight that you have been carrying alone is lifted out of your chest, and your exhaustion takes over. You have grown tired and hopeless after fighting them all this time, of fighting alone.

“All I ever want is to be with you—” the words are caught in your throat when the memory of the day when you found out that he was your mate comes to your mind. How the happiness of knowing came so briefly and how it had gone away too soon. How different things had ended up compared to how you had pictured it. “I’ve imagined all my life about meeting you—”

Unable to hold back from the urge to cry and sob as your heart is breaking apart, you turn away from him. It suddenly feels too painful to look at him, to look at the one you are supposed to love, the one that you have come to love, but is forced to let go because of what the Pack had ordered for you to do.

Drowned in your overflowing emotions, you don’t realise it when he moves, until he is suddenly behind you and you feel his hands running down the length of your arms. You slowly melt into him as he wraps his arms around your middle.

You can feel his lips brushing against your temple as he leaves a soft kiss there, just enough to calm you. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent before he speaks, “You have no idea how long I have waited for you. How happy I was to finally find you. I should’ve marked you the moment you turned eighteen so you don’t have to go through this. I should’ve known. I’m sorry, ______.”

You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth coming from his body and how the mate bond seems to have been put in place with his touch. With the sparks that are coming from his presence, the hope inside you blooms.

“Then mark me. Take me away with you, please,” you say to him as you turn to face him. “Let’s run away so we can be together.”

For a brief moment, his eyes seem hopeful, as if he is ready to do the same. But then he falters. “And what would that do to your family?” he asks, bitter as he speaks. “To us?”

Your lips fall to a thin line as you are unable to say a damn thing. You know exactly what it would do to your family and for the both of you. Your family will pay all the consequences if you deny them, and both you and Hyuk would be accused of treachery.

Could you really allow it to happen? For your family to be punished and for Hyuk to take the blame for your selfishness? In order for you to be happy, even just for a while?

Hyuk catches your chin with his fingers and gently lifts your face. “Did you really come here for me to mark you?”

You want it so badly to say yes, to beg him once more to mark you as his own. But you couldn’t. Not when you think of how everyone would be taking the fall for your defiance. The only thing you could do is to tell him the truth, to tell him what had come to your thoughts earlier tonight, what had pushed you to impulsively jump out of your bedroom window and search for him here.

“I wanted you to take my virtue. It is your right to have and to take. Not his. You are the one that the Goddess had chosen to take me.”

With his thumb, he caresses your cheek gently. His eyes are dark with both pride and lust after hearing what you had just said. “What if I can’t hold myself and mark you?”

Your heartbeat rises. There is no denying that you would never refuse for it to happen. “I don’t care,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on him so he could see just how much you want this, to see what you are feeling for him. You could feel your wolf pushing through. Elated for finally being able to be with her mate.

“I just want to be with you, Hyuk. Either it is only for tonight or if it will lead to eternity, we’ll let Fate decide then. I just want you to hold me, to make love to me, to show me that what we have is real,” you plead to him while pressing your body to his, then you move to wrap your arms around his waist when the need to hold him close takes over you.

“Are you sure?” Warm hands reach for your wrists, stopping your movement. For a moment, you expect him to push you away when he pries your hands off of his body. Yet instead, he lifts your hands up to his lips, and starts kissing the back of your hands gently, pressing his lips from one knuckle to another with his eyes locked on yours. “The pain of separation will be worse once we are together.”

With him being pressed this close to you and his eyes looking deep into yours, it is hard to think straight. Each kiss he gives on your skin spends heatwave running down your body, the sparks you are feeling escalate the more your revel in his kisses, that your words are nearly taken away from you.

Yet, even breathless, once you slowly give in to what your body is feeling, to the need you have of being with him, you manage to speak softly, “Would it be greedy of me for thinking that it would be better to die of unhappiness after knowing what happiness feels like, rather than to die of being unhappy, sad, and lonely, but never knowing what it feels like to be in the arms of my Fated?”

“No,” you can see the last of his restraint breaking as he speaks, as he leans down to you, before his lips come crashing against yours. “Because I would rather have that too. To die unhappy after holding you in my arms, loving you—” he breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss, his lips ghosting against yours to let you feel the warmth that comes with every word he gives you, “—after I know what heaven feels like as I make love to you.”

And then he kisses you again. Slow, passionate, even if his touches down the length of your body feel urgent and haste as if he wants to feel every inch of you while he devours your lips.

You feel a light tug at the hem of your shirt while you relish in his kiss, before he pulls away, taking the shirt up along the length of your body and it is gone within seconds. His eyes trail down your body before his hands return to hold you tight to him. Sparks ignite wherever bare skin he touches and you gasp at the sensation, and he uses the chance to take your lips in his once again.

His arms tighten around your waist as he buries his face on your neck and nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“Mine,” he whispers as he once again inhales a deep breath, taking in your scent, and his lips continue to kiss every part of you which he could reach. You barely feel it as a tug comes at the waistband of your pants. His hands move so quickly to rip it off of your body, leaving you nearly bare in your undergarments as you are standing in the middle of his living room.

Hyuk pulls away when he feels your hand tugging the hem of his shirt. He grips it tight and takes it off in one swift move. You swallow hard as he appears before you, showing his bare chest which is now rising and falling to each deep breath he takes.

His arm reaches out for you again, catching you by your waist to pull you into his chest. When his lips find yours again, the kiss you exchange with him is no longer shy or hesitant. As your lips devour each other, your teeth clashing and your tongue dancing against one another, everything is filled with pure desire, with the passion that you could only feel with your intended, and love.

Sparks run through your skin as Hyuk leads your arms to wrap themselves around his neck. Then his hands move down your body, before they grip tight at your thighs and he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around his waist without stopping the kiss.

You feel him walking away from the room, taking you with him as you are clinging tight on his body. But you tighten your arms around him, refusing to let him go or to stop kissing him, for this is all you have ever wanted ever since you met his eyes one sunset and felt the mate bond for the first time.

Hyuk finally lets your go only once he had laid you down on his bed. The sheets feel cold under your skin, but all the unpleasant feelings are gone when the sparks return to your body the moment he lowers himself on top of you.

“There is no turning back from here,” he whispers after nipping at your swollen lips. His eyes are on you, looking at you with admiration and concern this time. It would have meant nothing if it was any other time, but after seeing them looking at you with nothing else but pain for weeks, the tightness in your chest suddenly tugs apart.

“I know. I’ve wanted this ever since I thought about it,” you whisper to him, reaching up to cup his cheeks with your trembling palms. Your heart is pumping so fast that you believe it would break apart. You know that it will be broken one day, perhaps sooner than you think. But tonight, you know that each beat of your heart is there because of him. “Are you sure about this?”

You just had to ask. You know what kind of pain you are going to feel once you become one with him tonight only to be separated the next day. But you also know that you are not the only one feeling the pain. Perhaps for him, it would only become worse.

Hyuk swallows hard then takes a long, deep breath. Instead of answering, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, pulling it off quickly before coming back down on you again.

“I refuse to let you go without showing you how much you mean to me, without having a chance to love you, even if it’s for one night,” he says with a low voice. A few groans are slipping out as a sign that his wolf is also pushing forward to feel you. You open your mouth to speak, only to have him stopping you with a deep, longing kiss, filled with a few punishing bites as if he is trying to ravish you.

Your breath is ragged when he finally pulls away, his lips trail down on your skin, moving down the column of your throat and he doesn’t stop until he reaches your breasts. He takes one taut peak of your nipple between his mouth, sucking it gently before he adds pressure the moment you release a soft moan. Your hips start bucking unconsciously against him as he twirls the other taut bud between his fingers.

His kisses slowly move from one breast to the other, then continue trailing down between the valley of your breasts, and he keeps moving lower. Soft whimpers keep slipping out of your lips as his hot kisses trail down your lower abdomen. His hands are sliding down at your sides, moving along with his lips, leaving a long trail of electrical sparks in their wake.

You raise your hips off the bed when he slips his fingers through the waistline of your panties, allowing him to pull it down your legs. He pushes himself up on the bed as he tosses the flimsy fabric away.

Lying there under his heated gaze, you watch him hungrily as he starts taking off his pants and boxer, until he is standing there just as bare as you are. Your eyes travel down his naked body, taking in every dip and curve of him while he is doing the same, as if he wants to memorise every inch of your body, every curve, the way you are doing just the same.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down at the foot of the bed. He gently takes each of your ankles in his hands, then slowly pulls your legs up, spreading them apart for him.

Hyuk moves like a predator as he slowly crawls onto the bed. Keeping a gentle hold of one ankle in each of his hand, he leans down, leaving soft kisses on your skin starting from one ankle to the other before he starts moving upward.

He moves slowly as he leaves a trail of his kisses toward your center, taking his time while savouring the taste of your skin under his tongue, as if he wants your whole body to memorise everything, every touch, every kiss.

Meanwhile, you have grown terribly impatient. His name comes out along with every desperate whimper you make. Your nails are buried deep within the sheets as you hold yourself back from pulling him up towards you, while your hips keep jolting upward with every single electric spark he ignites in your body.

Until finally, he is there. He buries his head between your thighs, his lips are pressed against your nether lips, leaving the faintest of kisses at your dripping folds and licks up at your mound playfully while avoiding the spot where you want him to be the most.

A soft whine comes out at your frustration, and you start calling him with needs while gyrating your hips up to lead him to where your heat is pooling. Yet Hyuk’s lips leave your skin and he chuckles, “Eager, are we?”

Groaning deeply, you start cursing under your breath and beg, “Please, Hyuk. I want you.”

Using one hand, he holds your hips down to stop you from moving and whispers, “And I want you. Take a deep breath, baby. I’m going to prepare you so this wouldn’t hurt so much.”

With his fingers, he parts your folds, exposing your clit to him before his mouth catches it with a kiss. Licking a slow line up your slit with his tongue, he releases a deep growl as he relishes at the taste of your arousal that keeps dripping out.

“Fuck,” he grunts deeply as he takes a deep breath to reign himself. You can feel him shifting beneath you and hear him groaning, but as he is still hidden between your legs, you cannot see him clearly even as you push yourself up to look down. But then his eyes flicker up towards you as he growls, “You taste so sweet, little mate. Sweeter than I had ever imagined you would be.”

His words have your cheeks heating up, yet you are too breathless to say anything that you could only watch him, amused, as he closes his eyes and goes back to your center.

Diving back in to your dripping cunt, he swirls his tongue around your clit until a moan slips through your mouth. Your body must be moving wildly to react to each touch he makes because his hands give a stronger hold on your hips to keep you still. With a deep growl, Hyuk shoves his tongue inside you, sucking and drinking your arousal that sends your body close to erupting and your head spinning so fast you feel like you are losing control.

He pulls back, only to ease a finger inside you, sliding between your tight walls, and adding another as the digit has become slick enough to move easily inside you. Cries after cries escape your lips as he continues to lap at your leaking arousal while sliding his fingers in and out of you, then takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

One of your hands comes down, grabbing his soft locks and clench on them tightly, and he groans deeply between your legs. As he could feel your body coiling up to your climax, he continues to ravish you faster and more eagerly, laving and sucking at your sex like a starving man.

Your hips jerk up as he latches onto your clit once again and grinds his teeth around the hood of your nub. The friction has your head spinning, faster than it did before, and you start pressing your hips downward, your body searching for more friction as you feel like you are close to falling apart.

“That’s it, little mate. Let go for me,” he grunts from underneath, lips hovering against your folds while he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of your hot sex in a steady pace, fast enough that the bed beneath your creaks with each movement. “I want you to come all over my face, fill my mouth with your sweet honey before I claim you. Before I thrust my cock into you until you milk me dry.”

The combination of his words and his hot lips that have found their way back to your sex have your body coiling tighter than a spring. You can instantly feel the build-up of your orgasm settling into your lower abdomen, rising and weighing you down so strongly that you can do nothing but to let it take over you like a tidal wave.

And then finally, your first climax comes to you, so strongly that it comes with a scream, and Hyuk continues to lap at every drop of your release. He keeps doing so until you are cleaned, while he uses one hand to hold you down as you continue to writhe and quiver. He gently pulls his fingers out of your throbbing sex, then his mouth dives back in to lap at the rest of your sweet nectar, from your sex to his fingers, leaving not a single drop of it behind.

You watch everything as you are gasping for breath, your gaze is hazy but still clear enough to look at his beautiful face, to see the deep lust in his eyes as he looks up to you. Then slowly, he crawls up on the bed, moving until he is hovering on top of you, until his bare chest is pressed against your heaving breasts.

For a brief moment, you can see that his wolf has taken over. But you could barely see him appearing in his eyes as Hyuk quickly leans down, taking your lips into a deep, intense kiss, devouring you with his tongue shoved through the seam of your lips. You can taste your release from his lips and tongue, you can feel his needs from the rapid beat of his heart, and his hunger from the guttural growls he keeps making as you return each kiss.

You reach up, running your fingers through his hair before holding his head back down to deepen the kiss. His hard cock twitch between your bodies as its tip nudges against your thighs and you whimper, your body jolting up, your arousal leaking as you picture him being inside you. He must have felt it, or perhaps he has caught your scent, because he suddenly pulls away with another deep growl escaping his lips.

Catching your wrists in his hold, he puts your hands together before pulling them up above your head, pressing them against the pillows in a tight hold that is still gentle enough not to hurt.

He looks deeply into your eyes, his eyes switching between their natural colours to the bright golden eyes of his wolf as he reigns in his anger and lust that are pushing through. As much as you want to look away from the pain he is showing you through those eyes, you refuse to do it, as you want to take as much time as you possibly can to memorise every single line of his beautiful face, even if the pain pulsing in his chest is enough to burn you for your sins.

“You came here to know what it feels like to be with your Fated mate. So I’m going to show you. I will show you why Fate has chosen us together,” he says deeply, his soft purrs turning into deep, guttural growls the more he speaks. “I will show you what you will be letting go and I will make sure you will remember this night for the rest of the life you have chosen to be without me.”

He keeps your hands bound together in one grip. Then uses his free hand to trail down, running his palm down your skin until he rests it on your belly. With his hips between your legs, he finds enough space to reach down, and suddenly, his fingers are there, touching your sex that is still throbbing wildly after your first release and gently parting your slick folds.

Gripping his shaft, Hyuk points the tip of his cock at your dripping sex, rubbing it up and down until it becomes slick with your arousal, before lining the tip against your tight entrance.

Feeling your body tense beneath him, Hyuk leans down, pressing his lips at your ear. “Take a deep breath and relax for me, little mate,” he whispers, before he starts lapping the rim of your ear to distract you. Taking deep breaths, your body heat rising at each lap he makes and you can feel your body slowly losing tension.

Then he pushes forward, sinking down into your tight opening, until you feel a sharp pinch deep inside that makes you gasp out.

With the tip of his cock already sheathed within a few inches deep inside you, Hyuk moves his hand to grip tightly at your thigh, pulling your leg up to his waist while you try to control your breath. Then, all of a sudden, he slams the rest of his length deep into you until you cry out in pain.

“I’m sorry, little mate,” he whispers to you as he gives soft kisses at your face and his hand caresses your skin. “The more you hesitate, your body becomes more tense. When that happens, you would have only felt more pain. I don’t want to hurt you more than it should.”

Once your body is adjusted to his cock, you can feel the sting from the first penetration slowly diminishing the more your body relaxes. It doesn’t take long before the throbbing pain between your legs turn into small spasms of pleasure as your walls are clamping around his girth.

Brushing your lips against his, you buck your hips upward and whisper, “I’m ready.”

And so is he. With your words, Hyuk starts to move. He pulls back up before sinking slowly back down, pushing deep inside you while groaning with each thick inch you take in.

“Fuck,” a curse slips past his lips. “So fucking tight, and so wet. You feel so good, little mate,” he grits out as he retreats from your warmth, only to slide back in, getting much easier to move once your hot sex has become completely drenched with your arousal, coating his length with each thrust he makes.

Once he finds his rhythm, Hyuk keeps thrusting gently into your pussy, adding a slight rotation to his hips as he moves on top of you. His eyes are locked on you to gauge at your reaction, his hands are still holding you tight as he continues to make love to you—one holding your hands up while the other is running up and down your body before reaching up, cupping your breast with his palm.

As the pleasure rises, you can feel the mate bond building stronger, tighter, locked in place the way it should be, and you become overwhelmed to how perfect it feels to become one with him that tears prick at your eyes.

“Ssh—baby,” Hyuk whispers at you gently as he slows down his thrusts. He releases your hands so he could caress your cheek. “Look at me. Focus on me, focus on us, to right now, and nothing else.”

Nodding your head, you keep your eyes on him. With another deep breath, you start moving your hips in tune with the movement he makes, until your pleasure takes over and it becomes the only thing that matters.

Hyuk pulls your arms to wrap around him, before his hands find your hips where he takes a tight hold. His gentle thrusts soon become faster, until it falls to another steady rhythm as he grinds his cock against your throbbing hot walls, stroking you harder in each thrust, slowly and surely bringing you to oblivion.

He whispers soft, coaxing words as you breathe in deep, shuddering breaths as the pleasure rises once more, increasing rapidly than before. Your nails sink deep into his skin while your soft mewls grow louder the closer you are to your end, your whole body writhes and quivers intensely to each of his thrust.

His hands trail down your thighs, gripping hard before he pulls your legs up, hoisting them both up on his shoulders. Then he continues to fuck you harder, faster, reaching deep inside you until you scream out his name.

The satisfied moans you keep releasing to respond to his deep grunts, the way your muscles are contracting around his hard length, he takes in everything as a sign that your climax is close, just in time for him to feel his own comes rushing down on him. And soon, he picks up his pace, repeatedly slamming into you deep and hard within your walls.

You could feel the build-up of your climax rising in your lower abdomen. The deep growl he makes lets you know that he could feel it as you grow tighter around him, as your body is coiling hard to the edge of your release.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he grits out, his voice turning deep with his desire. He lets your shaking legs go just so he can bend over the curve of your body, kissing the side of your neck before he tugs at your earlobe. “Are you going to come for your mate, baby? Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes!” you cry out as the first wave of your climax comes rolling through you, so intense that your whole body feels like it is about to explode with all the mate sparks coming to light. And you can feel his cock straining and getting larger within you, before he coils up to his own climax with a deep, animalistic growl.

“Yes, yes, yes! Hyuk, I’m—” you exclaim loudly as your orgasm flows through you in a blinding, pulsing current. Your legs are shaking hard and your hips continue to jerk up to him, forcing the tip of his cock nudging deep inside your walls.

Even as you are yet to come down from the dizzying heights of your orgasm, Hyuk has already started moving again within you, starting slow as your walls are still locked tight around him like a fist. Meanwhile, as your senses come clear, you release a soft gasp as you realise that he is still hard inside you and is ready to come to another climax.

You lay panting beneath him as he runs a soothing hand down the length of your body, while his lips find your skin, leaving kisses up your neck before he catches your lips in his. You have become a complete whimpering mess beneath him, and he drowns every sound you are releasing through your lips as he deepens his kiss, breathing in your voice and deep breaths that come along with the spasms of your climax that seems to never end.

Then suddenly you can feel it, his cock swelling between your walls, twitching and hardening before he starts increasing his pace. He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes are the colour of his wolf’s as he looks down at you. He grips your hips tighter, using them as leverage as he starts to move faster, grinding inside you without holding back, chasing for his own climax.

Hyuk presses a thumb on your clit, riling you up to another orgasm as he thrusts harder, hitting all the right places within your sex that your climax rises just as intense as the one you had last.

“I’m going to come deep inside you, love,” his voice comes out husky and breathless as he speaks against your lips. “I will fill you up, marking every inch of your walls with my cum.”

With the remaining of your previous climax still running through you, and his words burning up something deep inside you, it doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar tightness inside your abdomen rising, threatening to break through. He keeps on slamming deep inside you, repeatedly, rapidly, until you moan out once again, your throat locking up as your body is preparing itself to fall into another explosive orgasm brewing in your groin.

“Come with me, little mate,” he growls, and you call out to him as you are blinded by the ripples of pleasure that comes shattering you apart in a series of moans, curses, and inaudible cries. Right at the same time, Hyuk growls out as he is also thrown into the same ledge, cursing out as he shoots jets of his cum deep inside you.

It takes you a moment to recover.

Your body is exhausted and spent, the final orgasm had come to you in a huge wave that you could only lay panting beneath your Fated while he trails gentle kisses all over your face, starting from your lips, to the tip of your nose, then move down the column of your throat. Your heartbeat is still racing inside your chest, but you focus on the sparks which his hands are causing on your skin, and the warmth his gentle kisses are leaving behind in their wake.

You can feel his lips nipping at your skin, stopping at the junction between your neck and shoulder, right where his mark should be. And then you start feeling his teeth pressing down, before his canine descends, ready to pierce through your delicate skin. Yet the moment you can feel them coming, thoughts of your family, of your future and Hyuk’s, all come crashing down on you.

You can see it clearly in your mind as if everything had already happened.

Images of your parents and your younger siblings being tossed outside of the Pack lands, of you being captured and thrown into the dungeon for treason, and of Hyuk being punished in front of the Pack for being defiant to his Alpha. Then everything you have felt, the delightful feeling of being one with your Fated and all the hope for having a future filled with love, are washed away instantly by fear.

Hyuk pulls away, snapping back as if he could feel the wave of emotions that are running through you. The moment you catch his dark eyes looking down at you, filled with love and concern, your tears come flowing out like a river.

“Hyuk—”

The look of pain in his eyes mirrors your own. You don’t have to see your own eyes to know it, when you could see it through his gaze, and you could feel everything, all of his pain that are carved just as deep as yours.

“Sshh—” he whispers, lowering himself again to kiss all the tears away. “I understand. Don’t say anything. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

He keeps whispering you all the words he could think of to soothe your worries and fear away. You know that his words are nothing but empty promises, that nothing will be okay once you are faced with reality as the morning comes.

But you do as he says, keeping all the words to yourself as you close your eyes, as you let him kiss away your pain and make love to you one last time.

Standing in the middle of the Alpha’s room, you can hear them all before you see them.

You focus on the sound of chattering happening outside, coming from all the Pack members who are waiting for you to come out, while your eyes are locked at the sight of the moonlight you could see through the large window before you. You keep your attention to other places but here, to simply ignore all the female wolves who are busy fussing over your dress, your hair, while you couldn’t even bother to care.

You say nothing even as they all finish their work, bowing to you before leaving you alone in the room. You choose to wallow in silence as you feel completely numb, defeated, as you are minutes away to be handed away to the man that you have no love for.

“_____.”

You turn around to see your mother standing at the doorway, looking just as tired as you are yet still beautiful in her lilac dress. “Mom?”

As a werewolf who doesn’t age like how humans normally would, your mother looks a bit older than her age as she stands there watching you. Her eyes are filled with guilt as she stares at you, for knowing exactly what you are going through and for not being able to fight against everyone to defend you.

“I—” she chokes out, sobbing, “I’m—”

You rush forward, taking her hands in yours and force a smile. “Will you walk me out to the platform, Mom? Since Dad is already there with the Alpha.”

Your mother sucks a deep breath and nods, unable to say a word when she knows that whatever she says would only cause either of you to break down.

Everything becomes a blur as you walk out of the Alpha’s house towards the field, where the mating ceremony is held, hand-in-hand with your mother. You could only focus on your beating heart, and to how your hand is trembling in your mother’s tight hold. You can tell that her hand is trembling just as hard as yours, and you tighten your fingers around hers the closer you are to the center of the field.

Right there, at the center, standing on top of the platform, is the Alpha. Wearing a pair of shirt and trousers that are just as pale white as yours, he seems to glow under the moonlight, his skin looks bright even if it is also sickly pale, yet he still appears more dominant from the others.

He reaches out his hand to welcome you as you slowly climb up the platform, and you watch him closely, studying his feature as you nearly fail to recognise him.

His eyes are swollen, his cheeks had grown sunken and his skin is completely pale as a paper. The once strong and mighty Alpha, the man that had once caused many female wolves to swoon over his dashing looks, is now withering right in front of his people, his Pack, all because of the Mate Sickness. If this mating ceremony doesn’t happen, his life would wither to none in a matter of weeks, perhaps days.

Your hand is no longer trembling as you take his hand. But the moment your skin touches, all you could feel is chill running through your body.

The Alpha smiles at you, the hope and gratitude in his eyes are enough to bring back the colour and youth back to his skin to make him look more lively even before the mate bond is formed. You could only watch him with an amazed look in your eyes as it happens.

He moves closer to you, leaning down to whisper, “Thank you, for taking such a huge responsibility. I know that this is hard for you, but I will do everything in my power to make make sure that every sacrifice you are making will worth it.”

His words hold promises that you never would have thought he could manage to offer you. But you say nothing in return. All you do is bow your head to him, submitting to your Alpha as you stand beside him during his speech. Once he is finally done, he pulls you forward to stand at the front of the platform as he presents you to the Pack,

“Please welcome, your new Alpha female, my Chosen Mate.”

As the entire pack welcomes you with a loud cheer and applause, all you could focus on is the look you see in their eyes. As you scan through the crowds of people before you, you could see all the various looks they are giving you as they watch you standing there; from the look of astonishment, relief, to pity. Then your eyes fall to the line where the ranked werewolves are standing, stopping at the three Betas of the pack, finding him standing there in the middle.

Kwon Hyuk.

You hold your gaze on him for a moment, silently exchanging the pain in your eyes to his own, before his gaze turn cold. The pain in your chest had turned dull to numb, after you had spent the last night of your freedom crying over losing him. You are starting to feel him slipping away and you force yourself to look away from his gaze, after giving him a small smile as a final goodbye.

As you turn to face your Alpha, Hyuk turns to leave the Beta line and starts heading towards the woods.

Neither of the other Betas beside him makes any move to stop him, as they are the only other people who had known about his ordeal, his sacrifice, but an Enforcer follows him close behind, stopping him just as he is about to walk past the line of trees bordering the woods.

“Beta Hyuk,” the Enforcer calls for him, falling one step behind from the broken-hearted Beta as he tries to stop him from leaving. “You can’t leave. The ceremony isn’t over yet.”

Hyuk looks over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the clueless Enforcer as he holds himself back from looking far away towards the platform as the ceremony continues. “I already have the permission from the Alpha to leave. I’m not the only Beta to this pack, the others can take over,” he coldly speaks, before he continues to rush further away.

“But—Beta Hyuk!”

His words are fruitless as the Beta is quick to disappear through the woods. It takes him no time before he shifts into his wolf and runs ahead into the depth of the forest, far away from the ceremony.

At the top of the platform, the Alpha had just finished his vow to take you as his mate, while you are just finishing your own. His face lights up as you finish the vow, as if a new breath of life had just been given to him through the words alone.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, the Alpha pulls you close to him until your chest are pressed against one another. You can feel his heartbeat pacing in his chest, vibrating against yours. His eyes glow into his wolf’s as he leans down, descending over to you with his extended canine pressing against your skin.

The moment the Alpha pierces his canine through your skin, marking you as his mate, you scream out in pain. Not only for the bite, but for the painful snap you feel inside your chest as the mating bond between you and Kwon Hyuk breaks apart.

The last thing you could hear is the sound of people around you shouting for your name, followed with a long, heartbreaking howl that echoes through the night, before everything around you grows dark and you fall helplessly to the ground beneath you.

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mayhembunnywrites · 3 years

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Our World in You

By MayhemBunny @mayhembunnywrites

Pairing: Zico x Reader x Dean

Summary: You watch the Fanxy Child performance before the team selection, and you can’t focus at all.

Inspired by an anonymous ask. Have the happiest of St. Valentine’s Day(s)!

You feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you try to calm down, watching your boys perform their own hearts out on the stage, performing to the best of their abilities to the watching crowds of people, knowing that the performance will determine the amount of people wanting to join their team.

You lose all care for your appearance as you cheer and clap for them in their personal waiting area, not even recognizing the cameras in the room as you celebrate and enjoy the performance to the fullest. You remember the countless times you would walk in on Hyuk and Ji-ho practicing their joint performance, the moments before the performance but already engraved into your memories.

Tender kisses and sweet embraces were shared behind the closed curtains, and you had prepared for the performance that would make a moment feel as if it was eternity instead. You are surprised to see the performance ending, the entire thing a mere blur as you watch the crowd cheer as they leave the stage after the exciting performance.

You gently press your hand against your heart as you take a deep breath, calming yourself down as the scene quickly is deconstructed, the props from the performance being moved around in preparation for the next performance. You lose track of time as you wait, mind blank as you turn off the television and lay back on the couch, closing your eyes and resting your hands on your chest as your mind replays the performance over and over again until finally--

The door opens, revealing Hyuk and Ji-ho as you bolt upright, quickly rising and rushing over the second after they close the door behind them. You embrace them, kissing Hyuk and then Ji-ho in your excitement and happiness at finally having them with you again.

“We’ve missed you too, love,” Ji-ho says laughingly as he and Hyuk move your little triad over to the couch, listening to you fuss at them, switching between worried and happy with each passing moment. You can tell when they’re done listening as they distract you with a kiss, the world other than the three of you falling away.

At the end of the day, your approval was all that mattered to them when it came to their performance, and they were just happy that you had given it to them. The rest of the world could wait in the wings, as far as Hyuk and Ji-ho were concerned, for as long as you were with them, their world was complete.

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khh-and-kactors-reactions · 4 years

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Dean: #8 “Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.”

“I don’t get why you all like to go camping,” you said to the Fanxy Child members as they were busy unloading your car, pitching the tents and starting a fire. When they said they had a surprise for you, you didn’t really expect to end up in an almost completely deserted camping ground.

“Can you help me a hand with the tent, y/n?” Hyuk asked, ignoring your grumpy mood. You took the poles and handed him one over. “Seriously, the ground is frozen…”

“You have a mattress,” he argued.

“What about mosquitos and…?”

“The weather is too cold for mosquitos,” Hyuk stated.

“And not for me?!” You retorted, arms crossed. You did not know what to hate more: him or his stupid grin you fell for every time.

“Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.”

“Can you two just shut up for five minutes?” Hyo Seob butted in with a groan. “Please, I beg you.”

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The rustling of the zip of your tent awakened your senses. A dark figure crept into the tent, trying not to make a sound. “Are you asleep?” A hoarse voice asked while the figure crawled under your blanket.

“What took you so long? I’m freezing to death,” you mumbled sleepily while rolling into the arms of your boyfriend. Hyuk smiled. “Sorry, Hyo Seob couldn’t shut up. He is finally asleep,” he answered as he put his arms around you and snuggled closer to you.

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koiiiiijiii · 2 months

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windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 2)

warnings : smut part with wooin but i tried to make it more sensual then sexy, prob fluffiest stuff i ever wrote, as usual it might be ooc, not proofed read on your own risk!!)🧣💞🦢

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vinny - a friend’s sister. you were definetely dom's or jay's sister, and vinny was so annoyed by you in the first place. not because of your personality or you annoyed him directly, but you were that "genious" in your sport, and vinny unitentionally compared you to jay jo, who were gifted with talent from birth. he was angry or annoyed to the point of goosebumps, he didn't even understand exactly what he was feeling, but he understood that this was a very strong storm of emotions and he was fixated on you. honestly? when your brother watches your competitions or casually tells about your successes, Vinny records it in his memory and will congratulate you later(dom as an older brother will 100% hype you up, fight me. he would show his phone to hummingbird crew with tearing puppy eyes “look, my lil gremlin winning those competition of hers”🥹🥹)Vinny would rather die by biting his neck than admit his feelings to someone, so it happens accidentally, maybe your chat went further than congratulating each other on winning competitions or your calls to him to find out where your brother is hanging around today. but because you were tired after the competition, you fell asleep leaving the chat open and not responding to his messages, leaving him on read. not to say that Vinny was offended by you, he just snapped at you for 3 days in a row, refusing to respond to messages. you had to take the situation into your own hands and hold his hand after another training and talk. “ta hell you want?” he said, frowning down at you. “just to talk and clearly” - you explained the situation to him and told him why you didn't answer, but since Vinny didn't know how to apologize and he had certain trust issues, it turned into another skirmish. it was evening and it was unnoticeable how the clouds thickened and the rain began to fall, but it didn't seem to bother two of you much because you were standing and yelling at each other for a reason you both didn't understand. Vinny's patience had always been zero, but now it seemed as if he was on the verge of reaching another stage of rabies. while you were shouting at him that you didn't understand why he started this quarrel at all, he just exhaled irritably and unknowingly blurted out “FUCK! because i was worried about you!!” as the argument reached its peak, Vinny's frustration peaked, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and apprehension. yet, amidst the chaos of their exchange, a surge of emotion overcame him, compelling him to act on the impulse he'd long suppressed. with a sudden surge of courage, Vinny closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. eyes met, mirroring the intensity of emotions, as Vinny leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. the rain continued to fall, its gentle rhythm enveloping both of you in a cocoon of intimacy as you melted into each other's embrace. Vinny’s body pressed to yours, rain-soaked and trembling, as the warmth of the spring evening mingled with the cool touch of the rain. in that moment, amidst the soft glow of the night lights and the soothing patter of raindrops, time seemed to stand still. the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two bodies locked in a passionate embrace. as your lips parted, a sense of relief washed over, breaths mingling with the cool night air as you savored the sweetness of the moment. in the gentle caress of the rain and the warmth of each other's touch, you found solace, knowing that despite the storm raging around two of you, they were anchored in the calm of their love. as you kissed beneath the spring evening sky, a sense of peace washed over them, the tension of their argument melting away with each tender caress. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the gentle embrace of the rain and the comforting glow of city lights, they found solace in each other's arms, their love renewed and strengthened by the storm they weathered together.

wooin - fake relationship. he commited it in the first place. since his work wasn’t permanent and he was constantly on the move, hanging here and there, Wooin thought it would be nice to have something permanent in his life. he needed excuse to tell his family why he can’t visit them on weekends - his girlfriend doesn’t feel well. them asking him all this “start a family” questions? sorry, y/n isn’t ready yet. some unforeseen situations? oh, y/n can be his trusted person. something didn't go according to plan? he can rely on y/n, if it isn’t something too difficult or dangerous. as a substitute he will gift you something, or will took you somewhere, thanking you for being his backup. genuinely it wasn’t something like friends with benefits, no, you two clearly share a bond, but it was something on the edge, as everybody thought you were dating. and in fact all this acts, you being his backup, him giving you small gifts, taking you on dates, sharing a bed - it all feels more like a relationship. but you never had this conversation, after another hot sex you could fall asleep together, for sure, but in the morning one of you definitely woke up in an empty bed. of course, it also happened that you woke up together, but in the morning Wooin was simply unbearable, and more often it ended with too caustic jokes. and it was always on the edge, you weren't in a relationship, you weren't friends, you weren't strangers, you were all together at once. at some point, it started to get exhausting. you noticed it first, but Wooin started talking about it first... well not actually talk, but mutter in the crook of your neck… today’s sex was different, the encounter was filled with a blend of sensuality and intensity, both of you asserting your desires while maintaining a balance of power. you bite each other, when it feels like too much, but immediately kissing and licking bite place, each of you tried to get leading role while another didn’t let it happen. today, Wooin's approach was different - not sloppy, fast and erratically, but slower, more deliberate, his touch gentle yet his thrusts firm. you were suffocating in his arms, and it seemed to him that he was drowning in the smell of your hair, your moans, how you trembled slightly from his hands on your chest, hips and neck. Wooin burrowed his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and sniffing your scent. it was intoxicating, that feeling when you were next to him, when his hands slid over your body, your soft sobs, how the emotions on your pretty face changed depending on his pace. now, with his whole body pressed against you from behind, one hand holding your hip, and the other between your head and the pillow, his palm rested on your collarbones. while he was slowly sinking into you, and you were smiling and almost purring with pleasure, he caught himself thinking that he liked your smile. he likes to spend time with you, he likes to use an excuse in front of his parents and call you his girlfriend. his. Wooin liked the idea of you being his. he liked you. along with these thoughts, his pace increased, now he was digging his fingers into your thigh, and the other hand slid to your breast, squeezing it a little harder. you were both lost in your pleasure as you moaned louder and louder, he pressed his nose harder into your neck, whispering something that you couldn't make out. at one moment, he lifted his head, biting your earlobe, and pulling it slightly towards him, in a burst of emotion, he whispered "i like you"*

kwon - stranger to lovers/soulmetes - for the first time it seemed like someone corsed you. you moved to new flat in different district of Seul and now it was time to transport your stuff from old flat. everything started when you recieved message from a men who drove the car with your stuff, saying that he is stuck on a street because there are some stupid cycling competition and usual road is closed. amazing, you already were so stressed and here some cycling competition, but thankfully in the evening you finally recieved your stuff, mostly some boxes, small and big. when you were about to pick another heavy box you felt that it seemed strangely light. when you rise your eyes you saw a young man around your age. you thanked him for helping and he turned out to be almost your neighbor, one floor above and to the left of your neighbor's wall. next time you saw Kwon Hyeok in evelator…and you two were stuck there…for 3 hours…you were about to meet with your friends and, as you learned later, he was about to pick something to eat in nearest market. week later you met him in random cafe, where you decided to have a dinner alone, the owner of the cafe came up to you, saying that all the seats are occupied, but since you are alone, there was an empty place, behind the bar, just next to a guy your age (the old man grinned and has obviously already married you two in his head) so when you sat down carefully and apologized for the intrusion, you recognized that it was Kwon. you ordered your food and few drinks, and had a nice time together. and after a month of such unexpected encounters, you began to suspect 2 things - either fate brings you together, or he is a stalker. thankfully when you ran into each other again in the same cafe and drank a lot more this time, you admitted that you suspected him, and he, in turn, thought the same - that you were weird stalker girl who followed him around, and in that evening you laughed together from many things. when it was time to leave he understood that you were so drunk that you couldn’t even stand straight, so he took you by the elbow, hugged you with his free hand a little bit higher than your waist and led you home. along the way, of course, you mumbled something about how you like one handsome boy and he seemed like not paying attention to you and probably not even interested and why you're still alone…and then, under the soft glow of streetlights, amidst the hushed whispers of the night, it happened. in a moment that felt both inevitable and surreal, your lips met in a tender kiss, sealing the bond that had been silently growing between you. in that stolen moment, amid the chaos of the city, you found solace in each other's arms, knowing that fate had finally brought you together as more than just strangers in passing.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

* i’m sorry, i don’t really know how to finish this part with wooin, as it already feels too ooc, it was more self inserted, like i was inspired by my latest situationship, bc i was in fucking same situation(it didn’t end well) , and it’s still kinda my roman empire, so i leave space for your imagination… if u don’t mind of course…🥹

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fmufmu · 4 years

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Love4eva.

Your boyfriend is a bit drunk and very much in love with you.

“I love you. You know that right, y/n?” Hyuk stands in front of you, flowers in his hands at your front door at one-thirty in the morning. You can see the red flush that spreads across his face and the way his lips are pulled into a sheepish lopsided smile. He’s drunk, to put it better. “Like, I really really fucking love you.” He says. You rub your tired eyes and he pushes the flowers towards your chest.

It’s been almost a week since you’ve seen your boyfriend and you really didn’t expect to have him standing at your door like this. You know he’s been busy with things and even though you’ve called and texted, it’s nothing like having him right beside you.

“You came all this way to say that?” You ask, a smiling forming on your lips as you take them, admiring the pretty colours. Hyuk nods. You’re a lost for words. It’s not like Hyuk doesn’t tell you these things, he does. Just in a very reserved manner. “What bought this on, Hyuk?” It’s not like you don’t appreciate this, you do. Your boyfriend is someone who’s emotional when it needs be. It’s rare to see your boyfriend looking dishevelled outside your door in the early hours of the morning.

“I missed you like crazy.” Hyuk admits, letting out a breath. “I sleep better next to you, y/n. I like the way you make me breakfast in the morning and I like when you play with my hair when I’m falling asleep. I thought I was going crazy without you this last week.” You boyfriend slumps against the side of the door, eyes never leaving yours. “I really needed to see you.” You giggle. Kwon Hyuk was something.

“And you thought to come at one am?” You’re trying not to laugh. It’s cute honestly. You’re boyfriend likes to pretend he’s all tough. But you see right through that completely. His smile falters and he looks a little embarrassed as he stands up properly with a slight pout.

“Jiho said it was a good idea.” Hyuk mumbles. Your boyfriend was something – you remember meeting Hyuk and not thinking much of him. You remember treating him like he was anyone else and how that had somehow transpired into a fully pledged friendship that had moved into the awkward period of does he like me? Do I like him? Now, three years later, you can’t get enough of him. He never ceases to surprise you. “Do you want me to go?” He mumbles and you grab his hand, squeezing tight.

“Of course not, idiot.” You say, entwining your fingers together. “You came all this way.” Hyuk kisses your hand, grinning wildly.

“Can we go eat together, y/n? I want pork belly.” You blink. Your boyfriend is completely unphased at the time of night he’s arrived. You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. A date at this time of night isn’t the one – maybe tomorrow when he’s sober you can get breakfast together.

“I can make you some food, baby.” You suggest. You’re too comfortable in your pyjamas to want to get out of them.

“Yes please.” Hyuk shuffles into your apartment and shuts the door. You put the flower o the table and move into the kitchen to make some ramen and side dishes. In the background, you can hear you boyfriend struggling to take off his shoes before you hear a thud and see your boyfriend shuffling to be right next to you. His arms wrap around your waist as you search your cupboards for food. “I really missed you, y/n. Did you miss me?”

“You’re so clingy.” You snicker. Hyuk kisses the back of your neck. “How much did you drink, Hyuk?”

“Enough.” He says, a grin against your neck. “Jiho kept ordering rounds.” Unsurprising. You could imagine how drunk your boyfriend was earlier compared to now. You find yourself breaking up the ramen into chunks and dropping it into the pot of water with all the seasoning.

“And you couldn’t say no?”

“Eh? Of course not.” Hyuk huffs. “Jiho was nice enough. I should be nice enough to drink it.” Hyuk sighs, head resting against your shoulder. “I can’t wait for this food with you.”

“It’s not much.”

“I love it anyway.” Hyuk insists. “You make ramen the best. Never too soggy and never too firm. Just right.” Your boyfriend is definitely wasted. It’s a battle to separate Hyuk from your waste so you can make some eggs and grab some side-dishes. He sits down at the table waiting with a soft look on his face and you feel yourself feeling so incredibly fond.

Once it’s all ready, you bring it to the table and Hyuk looks with hungry eyes at all the food.

“Wow, my girlfriend could be a chef.” Hyuk compliments, digging his chopsticks into the ramen and taking a mouthful. He hums, content, around it with hearts in his eyes. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks go warm and your stomach fill with butterflies. Why was your boyfriend so goddamn sweet?

“Stop it.” You say, smiling. “Just eat, okay? I’m tired.”

“Yes baby.” You both eat in comfortable silence and you can’t help but think that it’s the best kind of silence. You’ve never been so comfortable around anyone before but with Hyuk, you feel like you can really be yourself. It’s silly how much you love this man, who has sauce all over his face and sucks up noodles like he’s never eaten before. Three years and everyday feels better than the last. You’ve never loved someone as much as you love Hyuk.

When your plates are empty, you sigh with a heavy stomach and your eyes fluttering close.

“Sleep?”

“Sleep.” Hyuk answers and you leave the plates abandoned on the table. That’s a tomorrow problem. You both shuffle to your bedroom and as soon as you flick on the light, Hyuk is behind you, flicking off the light throwing you into the bed. Diving in next to you, he pulls you close and sighs.

“Baby, you can’t wear jeans in bed.” You say. Hyuk grunts, unmoving.

“I’m comfortable.” He retorts and in the darkness of the room, you can see his eyes are closed and he doesn’t look like he’s going to move anytime soon.

“You’re going to uncomfortable in the morning.” You tut.

“It’ll be fine.” You boyfriend say, adamant and unmoving. “Don’t think I’ve ever missed someone as much as I missed you, y/n.” You move your hands to run through your boyfriends hair. He hums and you kiss his cheek.

“Is that so?” You say.

“Everyone is jealous of my sexy foreign girlfriend.” Hyuk mumbles. “And they should be. You’re so sexy.” You feel his hand run the length of your thigh. “Everything about you is sexy, y/n. Whenever we go out, everyone tells me how lucky I am to have a sexy girl like you by my side.”

“I remember you saying I wasn’t your style.” You tease. Hyuk stammers against your neck, embarrassed. You remember how you told him you thought he was attractive, and he had said you weren’t his type, that was before you both were friends and realised your feelings for one another. Of course, that’s not the case now.

“I was wrong.” Hyuk says, seriously. “You’re seriously my type. You cook so well and you dress like a model. Your parent’s food is the best as well.” You can’t help but laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” Hyuk says. “You’re the best.” You say, letting your legs tangle with his own. “I think I wanna stay here for the rest of my life.” You know he’s drunk but those words make your heart skip a beat. There’s no where else in the world you want to be than right here, next to the love of your life.

#kwon hyuk #kwon hyuk imagines #kwon hyuk scenarios #dean imagines #dean scenario #khh x reader #khh writer #khh scenarios #khh imagines #fanxy child imagines

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melanated-writersblock · 4 years

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Mind over Matter (Dean x Reader Fluff)

Request?: [yes] "Hi, can you make a Dean x Reader one where the reader is having a panic attack and he tries to calm her down and it turns into a make out session. Fluffy plss 🙂"

Warnings?: ⚠Trigger Warning: Mentions of a panic attack episode w/ explicit description⚠ also there’s a making out session at the end but nothin too wild.

Word count: (approximately) 1.2k

A/N: Sorry that it's been such a long break between this and my last writing. I haven't had any inspiration to write as of recently. Hopefully that changes this year because I really want to write more. Another request that was sent to @imagination-of-a-melted-bitch that I'm taking over real quick! Hope you all enjoy it!

"Do you have a template prepared yet?"

Dean asked, concerned about your current emotionless expression as you stared at a blank white poster canvas. You had to present an advertising pitch for a product that you would be selling to a big company at the end of the week. Having just been promoted to creative director at the ad agency, you couldn't help but feel that losing this account would give you a bad name and tarnish your reputation. This had to be perfect.

"No I don't actually. Not at all." You admitted, setting your work aside as you get up from your previous spot between Dean's legs and began pacing in your shared living room.

"Making pitches for accounts is my niche so why the fuck am I having such a hard time?"

"It's a pretty big deal so naturally, you wanna do your best."

"It's already Tuesday and I don't have a template set up. I don't have a theme or a decent train of thought either….what am I doing?"

"Y/N, breathe baby." Dean said as he realized just how stressed about the situation you had become, fixing his posture in the couch.

"I don't even know if the client actually wanted me for the account. What if they pull out?" You questioned coming to a pause as you looked to your counterpart for assurance,

"I promise you they won't do that. Not if they want quality work."

For the most part you were doing alright at first, handling any strong personal doubts or unhealthy predictions. In fact, you assumed you were doing quite alright.

Until you weren't.

An all too familiar cloud of discomfort slowly began to overtake you, almost making you feel like you weren't truly in your own skin,

"Oh fuck." You uttered in an almost inaudible voice as your senses began going haywire.

First your hearing became muffled, then your body began to feel weak and fragile. As if your blood sugar had ran low and you hadn't eaten anything in days. You felt a falsified alteration of the temperature of the room as you began to perspire and your heart felt as if it would ultimately give out.

"Babe you alright?" Dean witnessing your gradual change in behavior, noticed your disheveled and almost disengaged state and immediately knew what was happening to you.

Panic attacks weren't something that you got all the time and that's what made it all the more frightening when they did occur. You never know when it'll happen. It just creeps up on you in the most inconvenient of times. No invitation or triggers needed. It just happens involuntarily. And that, you never truly understood.

Your panting seemed to be the only identifier for you to realize you were still alive as your eyes felt as if they were micro-focusing on everything in the room.

Trying to hold onto anything to keep your weak body from collapsing, Dean put your arm around his shoulder so he could walk you over to a large couch in your living room and sat first so he could lay you down comfortably with your head resting on a pillow in his lap.

Still fighting through the episode you drank some water that was swiftly collected to help the attack cease.

"You're gonna be okay."

"Everything will be just fine."

"You're doing well."

"Just relax and it'll be over soon okay?"

"You're doing alright."

Dean offered words of encouragement to help you through the remainder of the episode as it began to subside. He leaned down and kissed your temple. "I love you and I'm not going nowhere, okay? I'm gonna stay right here." He rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder as you finally came to.

"I'm sorry." You said with a hint of guilt in your voice, feeling bad for him having to put up with your bodily functions. "You shouldn't have to go through this shit with me." You almost felt an unstoppable flow of tears threatening to fall.

"No, I'm not gonna allow you to apologize over nothing. You didn't do anything. Remember that.” Dean spoke, sincerity in his tone evident, “I love you so much I would take all of your pain away if I could. I just want you to feel safe." He caressed your face as you shifted back to face him.

"I love you, so much. You've helped me through too many things to count and I truly can't thank you enough." Feeling your strength coming back to you, you fixed yourself comfortably. Both of you now studying each others' faces.

"I think I pushed myself too hard today."

"They say you are your own worst critic." Dean explained tracing a trail down your arm while he spoke, "Sometimes you just gotta take a step back. You can't let this shit get the best of you. You are one of the most talented and ambitious people I know and I've seen you put together presentations hours before they were needed."

"I know, but I just feel like I need to do better." Looking up at him, you hold your hand up for him to touch,

"You are doing exactly what you need to be at this very moment, and that's laying here and not doing a damn thing." His smile earning a laugh from you lying beneath him.

"Thank you, I feel a lot better now." You said, moving out of your previous position of laying on his lap to sit up and see him comfortably.

You began to playfully pepper kisses over his face thanking him in between pecs.

"How could I ever repay you?" You asked playfully as you toyed with the earring on his left ear before looking back at him,

"You already are." He replied back briefly looking you in the eyes soon allowing you to continue the ambush of kisses on his face that you were performing.

It took little to no time for him to deepen the kiss once your lips connected. You seized the opportunity to straddle him all the while keeping your lips connected.

Whenever he moved in to take control of the already heated kiss, it's as if you were on a mission to fight for dominance, but you gave in.

Your tongues danced with each other peacefully as your fingers found their way into his growing hair. His hands moved from rubbing your back to gripping your ass. A fair rebuttal to your actions.

A call and response.

You began unbuttoning his sweater as he made work of undoing your bra while your shirt was still on. Both of you in too much of a haze to really give three fucks about logic and directions. You just wanted each other. In that exact moment. You broke the heated makeout to finally speak after you'd gained back some sort of oxygen,

"I'm done with work for tonight, we should take this to the room."

Dean smirked before flipping you over to reverse your positions, "You're done with work but I'm just getting started."

#ioamb #dean x reader #My writing #kpop x reader #kmusic x reader #kwon hyuk #kwon hyuk fanfic #deantrbl #khiphop smut #khiphop scenarios #fanxychild

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junggunz · 1 year

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𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ‧₊˚✩彡

♡ - contains smut

✩‧₊ drabbles (under 1k words)/multiple character oneshots

taste test ♡ [ft. gun x reader, goo x reader, and samuel x reader] not just you and me ♡ [ft. samuel x reader x jake, gun x reader x goo, and eli x reader x warren] do not disturb ♡ [ft. vinny hong x reader, jay jo x reader, joker x reader, wooin x reader] 22:46 ♡ [ft. jake x reader] 23:45 ♡ [ft. ui daniel x reader] 21:27 ♡ [ft. eugene x reader x hangyul] own it ♡ [ft. taesoo x reader, jichang x reader, dg x reader] sugar stains ♡ [ft. jay hong x reader, ryuhei kuroda x reader, mary kim x reader] lovin on me ♡ [ft. sinu x reader, jerry x reader, jake x reader]

✩‧₊ oneshots

known you before ♡ [ft. dg x reader] red flag ♡ [ft. taejin x reader] blue in the face ♡ [ft. daniel x reader] WANT U ♡ [ft. samuel x reader] blood on me ♡ [ft. gun x reader] tape it slow ♡ [ft. eli x reader] money honey ♡ [ft. goo x reader] nyctophobia ♡ [ft. gun x reader] crew love ♡ [ft. jake x reader, samuel x reader, eli x reader, johan x reader fivesome] wet ♡ [ft. owen knight x reader] touch ♡ [ft. dg x reader]

✩‧₊ mini series

like. comment. subscribe! ♡ [ft. camboy!goo x reader]

✩‧₊ eloquent moon dialogue prompts ♡ [CLOSED]

3+7 [ft. johan] 24 [ft. samuel] 5+6 | 30 | 16+23 [ft. vinny hong] 14 | 10+11+25 | 2 | 9 [ft. jake] 10+17 | 3 | 4+27 | 2 |[ft.dg] 23+30 | 20+24+29 [ft. gun] 24+27+28 [ft. jihan] 3+16+30 [ft. daniel] 14 + 28 [ft. harry sheperd] 22 [ft. eli] 28+15+16 [ft. jichang]

✩‧₊ the lonely empath prompts iii ♡ [CLOSED]

8+9 [ft. samuel] 35+21+8 [ft. hudson ahn] 10+39 | 39 | 21+28 | 30+38 | 4 | 44+45 | 5+6+7 [ft. vinny hong] 15+25 | 13+22+40 | 33 | 22+27+40+16 [ft. jake] 20+26+27+30 [ft. jichang] 15+16+6+9 | 9+45 [ft. goo] 33+31+8+40 [ft. taejin] 21+41+42+45 [ft. jihan] 11+12 [ft. jay jo] 14+16 [ft. dg]

✩‧₊ the lonely empath prompts iv ♡ [CLOSED]

21+30 | 13+29 [ft. dg] 1+4+13 | 5+30+15 [ft. goo] 2+17+19 | 5+15+11 [ft. gun] 2+34 [ft. samuel] 12+29+4+17 [ft. vinny hong] 11+19+28 [ft. jake]

✩‧₊ arminsumi's nsfw prompts ♡ [CLOSED]

5+4 | 18+19 [ft. gun] 5 [ft. jay jo] 7 [ft. joker] 13 [ft. samuel] 20 | 23 [ft. goo] 2 [ft. hyuk] 16 [ft. seongji and jichang] 4 [ft. johan] 10 [ft. jake]

✩‧₊ just for fun windbreaker playlists lookism characters in bad girls club lookism characters at an edm festival when they catch you reading romance novels [ft. gun, goo, jake and vin jin] when you're shy around others but energetic with them [ft. gun, goo, jake and vin jin] when you like to tease and annoy them [ft. gun, goo, jake and vin jin] quick nsfw headcanons [ft. wooin, joker, and hyuk kwon] shopping headcanons [ft. owen knight] mini sfw and nsfw headcanons [ft. monster]

#masterlist.txt

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kpopmalereader · 5 years

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instagram ; dean

• summary: you cover ‘instagram’ by dean at a show and it grabs his attention • pairing: dean x male!reader • word count: 703 • to do

Dean finally gives in and clicks on the video so many people have been sending him. He’s immediately brought in by your cute smile and slightly warm cheeks.

He likes the sight but starts to get confused by why everyone was sending him the video, until the reason presents itself. Your gentle voice starts to ring across the room and it takes him a second to recognize his own song.

You put your own spin on the song when you get more comfortable, swaying slightly. You look into the camera once or twice as you sing, charming him and most likely the entire world as you sing his lyrics.

The song comes to an end and you laugh at yourself as the other hosts start complimenting you.

“It’s a good song already,” You try to move the conversation on, choosing to compliment him instead. “Anybody can sing it and it would still be a great song.”

The video ends with a close up of your blushing face, sending Dean’s heart into his throat and making his breathing speed up. He leans back and messages one of his friends that first sent the video.

‘Are you panicking? He’s cute, right?’

‘Yeah.’ Dean taps his fingers against the back of his phone. ‘I’m trying really hard to not to look him up.’

‘He’s your fan, you could probably meet him.’ ‘You don’t have to look him up and secretly follow him.’ ‘Use your connections to get his number and say you saw the show’

Dean gets halfway through his reply and another few texts come in.

‘OR better than texting, he’s friends with some singers’ ‘You can somehow meet him through friends’ ‘You saw his blush, imagine seeing it in person when you bring it up’

He bites his lip at the thought of you blushing at him and debates doing exactly that.

‘I’m guessing you’ll be taking my idea, send me pictures when you meet him.”

Dean sighs at the thought but starts for looking people you both may know, fighting himself over what he should say and how he should bring it up. Finally, he finds someone on his contact list that you have a few pictures with and pushes himself to ask about you.

‘So, I’m assuming you saw the video? You’re in luck, a group of us are going out tomorrow, you can join us and run into him’

He breathes out and thanks the person, immediately starting to overthink what’s going to happen when he sees you.

“Hey,” One of your friends nudges your arm and nods their head towards the door. “Look who’s here.”

You look up and gasp, covering your face quickly. “No one told me he was going to be here, that’s so embarrassing.”

Your friend waves at him and the other people he’s with. “You sang well and how do you even know he saw it?”

“Everyone saw it, people have been texting me about it since the episode aired.” You twirl your cup in place and sink down in the chair, shaking your head the entire time. “It’s his song, people probably sent it to him.”

“I just want to let you know that you’re making it pretty obvious that something’s up. Your blush and flustered look and the fact that you’re trying to disappear in your chair is very clear.” Your friend laughs at your groan and glances back up at the entrance of the room. “How would you react if I said he was coming over here?”

Your eyes go wide and you look up, fidgeting around in your seat.

“Smooth dude, smooth.” They muffle their laughter, looking up at Dean and his group. “Hello,”

You sink back in your seat, wondering how quickly you could leave without being noticed.

“Hey,” Dean sits across from you, looking you over once. “I saw the video of you singing Instagram, you really did it justice, made me question my version. I feel like I should’ve given you the lyrics in the first place.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, my version was nowhere near as good as the original.”

Dean smiles brightly and tilts his head to the side. “I beg to differ.”

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Right Person, Wrong Time [2/2]

[Part 1]

members: enhypen jake, jay

genres: bf! jake x fem! reader, childhood best friend! jay x fem! reader, angst, fluff, suggestive material, F2L, angst, fluff, crack, established r/s

warnings: cursing

taglist: @changminurheart @allorysayshi @en-boyz @vantxx95 @from-xero @wooyoung-a @changmin-wrlds @nashionalpotatocorner @sapphydean @haechanhues @axartia @sjakewrld @sfthyuka

wc: 10.7k

ost: sunwoojunga - timing | enhypen - just a little bit | keane - somewhere only we know | the 1975 - robbers | urban zakapa - i don’t love you

“is she alright? i thought i heard her,” your mother switches off the kitchen light and sips on a cup of tea. with a little, tight smile, jake turns and closes the door behind him.

“she’s in the bath. i’ll stay until she comes out. thank you,” he takes the mug from her and takes a sip.

“did anything happen at work? she seemed fine when she came home.”

jake stares into the mug. the green swirls diffused from the tea leaves were making it more bitter the longer he waited. if he stayed still long enough, he could see his reflection in the water.

he knew you weren’t okay the moment he saw you. he had devoted the last few years studying the way you responded or reacted - not because he’s a creep but because this was what he expected himself to do when he’s in love.

he’d know what it meant when your lips were quivering or when you drank so much water because you kept swallowing your saliva trying not to cry. he knew what it meant when you couldn’t finish your food, even though you find the most comfort in your mother’s food.

he knew exactly why.

“i’m so sorry!” jake bows to whomever he quite literally ran into. he was waving to you and not looking where he was going. “are you alright? are you injured?”

he had expected to be apologising to someone older than him, maybe in his 30s, but this person? definitely someone his age.

“no, no. i’m alright, don’t worry about it.”

he looked familiar. jake’s definitely seen him somewhere before.

“great, i’m so sorry about that.”

while scanning the taller male, jake notices the keyring dangling from his pocket.

he would recognise that anywhere.

“it’s fine,” jay buttons his blazer.

this was the ghost in all the pictures that you had kept from your childhood. all that time spent listening to your stories of how a certain ‘jay’ had bought you a hello-kitty gashopon keyring outside the winter-clothings store that your parents worked in...

he remembers listening to the fairytales of the mimosa hunting, the cruise, the plush toy and box of letters and the pictures that you kept so fondly to your heart. he’d never admit it or ask about it, but he could tell from the way you spoke about him that you had a soft spot for this ‘jay’.

jake knew that if jay had stuck around, he wouldn’t even get a chance with you.

“have a good day,” jake quickly bows, hiding the sting in his heart.

he had assumed that you’d come home with this huge smile on your face, maybe even bring home the boy in question, but when you didn’t and all you seemed to be doing was stop yourself from crying, jake’s heart is torn two ways.

one day passed, then two, then three and soon more than two weeks had flown by. this parasitical uneasiness had somewhat faded away until the day you came home and told your mother and him over dinner that you had been asked to follow the CEO-in-training to japan.

you had asked him not to tell your mother the CEO-in-training was jay, for she would’ve been more than upset if she knew her non-biological son had been acting like he didn’t know you.

like any other parent proud of her daughter, she encouraged you to go. naturally, jake thought it was the most natural thing to do the same.

but with every word of encouragement and assurance he let out his mouth, the more it ate at his sense of security. it felt like all your attention had been diverted elsewhere.

you’re only with him in person but not in spirit. your heart was elsewhere thinking about why jay had chosen to act like he didn’t know you, replacing all the usual care and concern you provide jake with.

he could be lying on your thighs and letting you play with his hair, but your eyes weren’t on him or your fingers. they were looking up at the ceiling, thinking about something he’d never be able to change or have an impact on.

jake wouldn’t consider himself selfish. in fact, he could understand why you were so upset. if he had a best friend whom he lost contact with and subsequently got ignored by said best friend, he’d cry over it too.

but it feels different when he knew you loved this person, and that the person jake loved seemed to love this someone else more; seemed to prioritise someone else’s attention more.

is his not enough?

at the start, he trusted you.

somewhat.

he was wide awake the night before you left for japan, so when you called at 7am, he had already been drifting in and out of a shitty sleep cycle the entire week. he thought you’d notice his eye bags, but all you noticed was how difficult the trip was going to be.

it’s okay, he thinks. there’s a slither of hope you’ll still come back wholly devoted to him, the same way he’s devoted to you.

jake was more than elated when he can see the beautiful smile on your face through the glass panels at the airport. he’s craning his neck, trying to spot you as you walk into the crowd searching for their luggage.

he recognises your bag - it’s the same bag you like carrying to work - but he doesn’t recognise the blazer you’re wearing.

it looks expensive.

his eyes trail after you as you struggle to pull your luggage off the conveyor belt, but someone else does it for you.

it’s jay, and he’s smiling at you, with eyes that only another boy can identify.

jake can tell something’s changed - you’ve made up. there’s something in the way you’re standing and facing jay that seems different. there isn’t a gap any more.

you look like you just came back from a honeymoon, not a work trip.

jake feels the world slow down around him. his eyes have all been for you the last couple of years, yet it takes almost nothing for yours to turn elsewhere. the guilt in his chest makes him realise he’s starting to lose his trust in you; that he doesn’t trust that this wouldn’t end well.

that was the start.

the start of a little parasite that would grow into a big problem later. one that jake will choose to ignore until he can’t, one that he knows you wouldn’t realise until it’s too late.

one that would completely shatter his heart, maybe even yours, but at least you would have someone else’s shoulder to cry into.

but he wouldn’t blame you. he never will. he knows your heart has just been returned to who was rightfully supposed to have it. jake was just lucky.

my time starts now.

“are your parents here to fetch you?” jay pulls his luggage off the conveyor belt.

“no, they’re working, but my boyfriend is here, i think,” you pull your phone out from the blazer’s pocket and check for messages. “yeah, he’s here.”

jay watches as you turn towards the beyond the departure hall, tiptoeing to look outside. he spots jake before you do, and the stark reminder comes back to haunt him: there’s someone else already waiting for you.

“oh! there he is!” you start jumping, waving your hands in the air like a little child. jake does the same, eyes lighting up like a little puppy and his hair bouncing atop his head. “jay, you have to meet him.”

“do i?” jay chuckles, pushing his luggage alongside you. “it’d be my pleasure.”

“is your dad here?” your eager eyes aren’t even looking at jay now. they’re desperately looking for jake. your companion can feel the disappearing attention.

“yeah, he should be here with mr kwon.”

“do you think it’ll be weird if your dad meets jake?”

“probably not,” jay shakes his head, offering a tiny pout of contemplation. “oh, there he is!”

from afar, you can see jake rushing towards where you were exiting, but jay’s father and his secretary beats him to it.

“welcome home. how was the trip? oh, how was mrs yoon?”

“fine,” jay nods at the duo, eyes slowly drifting to mr kwon. he wasn’t hiding the fact that he was trying to figure out the status between the two of you. “actually, y/n would like you to meet somebody, i think.”

“oh?”

“hey,” you turn and nearly ditch your luggage with jay as you throw your arms around jake, pecking him on the cheek. “how are you? you look like you’ve lost weight!”

he offers you a reassuring smile and shake his head. “did i? i must’ve been playing soccer too much this last week.”

“ah... we’ll go get some good food later, okay? i miss the food here so much,” you ruffle his hair and pull him by the hand back to the party.

“jay, this is jake. jake, jay. you know, my best friend from like... really long ago?”

there’s an unspoken agreement between the two young men. both unsure of it at first, but it’s the handshake that seemed to seal the deal.

jay knows that jake knows.

and jake knows that jay knows.

you, on the other hand, are oblivious.

“ah! the jay? the one with a matching keyring?”

“that’s me,” jay nods, releasing jake’s hand first. “really nice to meet you. y/n’s told me a lot about you on the flight home.”

“oh, mr park! i’d like you to meet jake. he’s my boyfriend,” nearly yanking jake over, you proudly present him like he were some kind of gift or award.

“jake, was it?” the CEO has this fatherly smile on his face as he offers a hand. “really nice to meet you. did i hear something about lunch? why don’t we all go? i know just the place.”

your lips part. something about the thought of everybody being in one place at once is too overwhelming. “oh, that sounds-”

“dad, i think she’s tired from the trip. i’m sure she’d prefer heading home to rest.”

“it’ll just be a quick lunch. i don’t want to disturb you at work and i don’t want to take up your time outside of work,” the CEO convinces with a small pout on his lips.

you turn and look at jay, his eyes soft and understanding. you already know his answer before you even ask it. “will you be okay with that?”

the eager golden retriever puppy nods. “i’m okay.”

you run your hand down the length of his arm and interlock your fingers with his. “i guess we’re having lunch together then.”

this weight of overwhelmingness sits itself in a rollercoaster seat and begins on its own version of a ride. you were sat in the back of a car between jay and jake, and juggling between making sure neither of them felt awkward was harder than it seemed.

there was something that felt frozen in the air, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

“so, jake!” the CEO calls from the front passenger’s seat. mr kwon glances at you in the rear mirror. “how did you meet y/n?”

jake sits up in his corner, hand still tightly holding onto yours like he were afraid you’d let go. “um, she was helping out in her parent’s shop and i play soccer a lot in the field nearby, so whenever i had trainings, my friends and i loved going to their shop to eat after. that’s when i met her and she just seemed like the sweetest, most meticulous person i’ve ever met. i just... knew i had to get to know her. i started finding excuses to have more trainings and then eventually, i just went on my own. she even memorised the orders i usually placed, and gave me more of the free sides without me asking.”

jake turns and grins at you, the honey in his words laying a thick, warm cover over your heart. you suck your lips between your teeth, trying your hardest not to scoff and giggle at his sweetness.

“ah, the good ol’ days... isn’t that right, mr kwon?” jay’s father reaches out and gently taps the driver on the arm. “your parents must be so elated. both your parents!”

“yeah, my parents are really happy i met her,” jake rubs a thumb over your knuckles. “i’m really lucky to have her.”

jay can hear the happiness in his voice.

he can hear how much he’d sacrifice just to see you happy. he can hear how much patience he’d have if you were ever upset over something. he can hear how much he’d give just to spend a second with you.

just you and jake in your little... gashopon bubble, even though he was the one who bought it.

jay turns and looks out the window.

the car falls into a peaceful silence, but then they drive down a familiar road that you would never fail to miss. it’s the road down to by the field that jake was just talking about, and then down the corner on the left was-

“wait. mr park, are we-”

“yep,” he sounds so proud, like he had scored straight As in an exam. “i’ve already told your parents we might be coming for lunch.”

“oh!” the adrenaline fills you instantly. “mum would be so happy to see you!” turning to jay, you’re automatically slapping him on the arm.

“kwon and i dropped by to deliver the tonic and birds’ nest package last week. think they almost couldn’t recognise me.”

“she must’ve been so happy!” the shop shows up as the car turns around the corner, and your mother was already by the entrance waiting for you.

everything slows, but flits past in an instant.

jake opened the door for you, and your first instinct is to run into your mother’s arms. the scent of the food that you always went home to was all over her, so it only made you hungrier. jake greets your mother, like he usually does, and jay’s father gives a small, polite wave with kwon bowing to her.

then she looks at jay, the same way jay’s father looked at you.

she parts her lips, a denying frown gently forming in her forehead as she releases you into jake’s arms and approaches jay.

jay knows he’s not too emotional of a person, but he can’t seem to keep his attention on her for long without needing to swallow all the lumps forming in the back of his throat.

all the days his parents spent away from home and in another country, he spent with yours.

he can smell the delicious foods wafting off her, and it’s doing nothing but return him all the memories that he had shoved into a crook inside his head.

he’s trying to maintain a still face, constantly trying to find enough courage to look at your mother in the eye.

“auntie,” he greets, lowering his head and bowing deeply. her hands, which he hadn’t remembered being so wrinkled, pat him on the shoulder and travel down to his upper arms. he can feel her grip from under the dress shirt and the blazer he was wearing, so he stands back up and bites on his bottom lip.

she has new wrinkles along her eyes and on her forehead, but her smile lines were still the same.

she has the same smile as you do.

then she nods as acknowledgement, reaching up to his face and pouting. she’s trying her best not to cry too.

“look at you,” she whispers. “you look so grown-up!”

jay mirrors her nodding, slowly getting more aggressive as his composure begins to shatter.

“your father tells me you still have my recipes... and that you’ve been trying to recreate them ever since you’ve been let into the kitchen.”

the first tear falls. jay’s grip on the ends of his sleeves tighten. he nods again.

“yeah.”

she chuckles, brushing a lock of hair out of his forehead. “maybe they taste better than mine now, hm?”

he shakes his head violently. “no. no, never. not in a million years.”

the sound of her laughter breaks through the last of his iron resolution, and she pulls him into a hug. “oh, i’ve missed you. so much.”

and like the crybaby he is, jay rests his head over her shoulder.

crash!

your mother rushes into the kitchen, spotting a little tiny, crying jay, squatting over shattered porcelain.

“jay! come here!”

she reaches out and easily picks him out of the mess, squatting to wipe his tears and check his fingers.

“i’m- i’m sorry- i was just trying to- get a cup of- milk-” he chokes through sobs, his cheeks flushed and his tears streaming down his cheeks. your mother looks up from the small cut on his thumb where he had tried to pick up a piece, and she shakes her head reassuringly.

��it’s okay, i have more where those came from,” she stands and ruffles his hair, reaching over to the table and taking a napkin. “don’t touch glass with your bare hands if this happens again, alright?”

and before she can squat back down to clean his wound, jay shoves his face into her stomach, hugging her thighs and sniffling. “i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks as he rests his head into her shoulder. he’s so much taller than her now, he wishes for a moment he was a small boy again, so he could be completely held by her.

she had filled all the gaps his parents didn’t, and even they knew that.

“silly boy, what are you sorry about?” she pats the back of his head, stroking down his neck and shoulders. “you’re here now, aren’t you?”

he nods, a choke and pained groan finally hurtling out between his lips. “i missed you so much. i miss your food, i miss the games we used to play. i’m sorry.”

she’s looking up at the sky and blinking the tears away as well. never was she expecting to have jay, as a young adult, break down in her arms. she wasn’t even expecting to see him, much less have him find so much comfort in her presence.

“it’s okay,” she pats his arm and shoulder. “we can still play the games and do everything else you want to do, hm?”

he nods.

“come, i’ve already steamed some corn and butter.”

there’s a pathetic little cry when he hears her words, and she chuckles as she hooks her arm through his.

jake watches in silence as they enter the shop first. the weight of your head is resting on his arm, and there’s an awkward glance towards the secretary that he didn’t really quite catch the name of.

what party of people is this? why am i involved?

he feels himself being tugged along into the shop after you gesture for the CEO and the secretary to enter first.

jake walks into the shop to jay hugging your father as if that were his father, and there’s a pinch in his gut that’s telling him ‘he’s an outsider’.

but you squeeze his hand through interlocked fingers and rest your head on his shoulder. “don’t worry. it’s just been a really long time since they’ve met jay.”

don’t worry? jake thinks to himself. what is worry when i already know how it’s going to end?

time. that’s what you didn’t have; that’s what you lost. but maybe you were a saint in your past life, or maybe god realised how cruel of a feat it was to take jay away from you.

the adults always dreaded teenagehood - the years where the children became rebellious, where hormones and curiosity isn’t a good combination - but those were the exact years you lost him.

which god thought it was a good idea to introduce to you the idea of love, then strip the one thing that gave you the perfect idea of it from you?

you’re abruptly snapped out of your after-work drowsiness when mr kim slams a palm onto the table and laughs at something a senior marketing researcher says.

there’s a heavy weight of dread that’s been sinking in your chest and your shoulders. thinking about it for days doesn’t help when the conclusion has consistently been ‘i know something is wrong, but i don’t know what it is’.

the chopsticks in between your fingers push and pick up the cut up pieces of food on the barbecue plate, the scent of smoke and food fusing into your clothes. there’s also a heavy waft of beer and soju that the older employees were busy emptying the cans and bottles of.

jay’s father was the star of the table, though he wasn’t really talking much. you admired how he had a way with all his employees, even though they were his subordinates. mr kwon looked like his babysitter, watching after how much he drank while listening to their stories.

he must be going to so many of these, especially if he’s making it a point to be present for all his departments.

it’s inevitable that your eyes finally land on jay, and only then do you realise his were on you. he was sat to the left of his father, and you were on the other end of the table next to mr kim and koo wooshik (who was starting to swap out yang mi rae’s soju for water).

then there’s that little glimmer in his eyes, a slight twitch of a brow and lifted cheeks when you can tell someone’s trying to say something without really saying anything.

you okay? his eyes whisper from the other end of the table.

you nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

after everyone’s stuffed themselves to satisfaction, you were ready to head home. everybody took turns saying goodbye and wishing each other a well weekend, but jay’s father seemed adamant on sending you home.

there were a couple of awkward laughters and smiles from mr kwon and mr kim and jay, who knew better than to have you in the car when you were three-months-new to the company.

“i actually- i think i’m going for a little walk, uncle park. that was a filling dinner-”

“is jake coming to fetch you?”

a pause. one quick glance to jay.

“um, no. jake’s busy tonight.”

“then let jay go with you on that walk, how about that?”

“oh, i don’t think-”

“well, what would your mother think if i let you go on a walk alone?” jay’s father waves a hand in the air as if everybody had come to a consensus. “jay will go on that walk with you. come, jung hwan. let’s go.”

“yes, mr park,” he bows slightly, then turns to look at jay and you. “call her a cab when you’re done.”

jay lowers his head as a form of acknowledgement.

“and you!” his father calls as he crawls into the passenger’s seat. “stop calling me ‘mr park’. how many times do i have to tell you to call me ‘james’?”

you keep a safe distance away from jay as the car moves off, and through the dimmed lights of the car, you can make out his father waving eagerly at you.

“so,” jay starts once the car was out of sight. “do you actually want to go on that walk or were you just avoiding being in the same car as your boss?”

a gentle snicker. “both, but the second one more over the first one.”

the view from the bridge was nostalgic - you always loved walking this route home from the city centre with jake, but you’ll never forget the first time you walked this path.

the sound of water was faint, but audible. back then, there was a ship honk every now and then from a nearby cruise ship or a vessel. the light from the factories out at sea looked like stars that had descended and were floating on the water’s surface.

“come look at this!” your father beckons you over from a little viewing platform along the bridge path. jay was carrying the picnic basket that he had insisted on carrying, and he trottled along behind your father with the basket hitting his sides.

“would you look at that? those are ships. and those blinking lights up there? they’re planes.”

the bridge is alot brighter now, the stars aren’t that obvious anymore. the ferry station isn’t here either. the cruise boarding house relocated elsewhere.

there were times you revisited it in hopes of staring up at the sky and wondering if jay, or even his father, was looking at the same stars. but it got more apparent that you kept mistaking passing planes for stars, the kinds that blink a white and pinkish red and move so little, you’d think it’s a star.

“i have to ask,” jay begins, calmly sliding his hands into his pockets as you stroll alongside him. “how... what happened to you?”

“what do you mean ‘what happened to me’?” with a bewildered smile, you turn and look at him, chuckling under your breath. “you make it sound like i did a 180 degree turn and i’m just... not the person you used to know.”

jay bites on his bottom lip in an attempt to hide his ridiculous grin.

“no, you know i meant it in like... a ‘what did i miss’ way. things would’ve been... vastly different, had they not gone the way it did. i thought for the longest time that that was it, like i’d never see you again.”

there’s a light silence that falls between them, other than the sound of water below the bridge. a little ball of panic forms in jay’s chest when he realises he might’ve said too much.

he doesn’t know his words have left somewhat of a mark on your thoughts - is he as regretful as he sounds?

“hm,” you hum, looking down at your hands and sucking in a deep breath. ignore it. “after you left, i really had to grow some balls of steel and make new friends. trying to find somebody that i could tell every single detail of my life got harder as i grew older. especially when these details aren’t as simple as they were when we were ten.”

“mm,” jay nods. “if it’s of any comfort, it was the same for me. new country, new... genre of people. i actually... i actually cried,” jay chuckles. “i cried when i realised i was going to be in that new space for years to come. that was what my father was talking about when he said i cried looking for you.”

“aw, i knew you were a crybaby but i didn’t think you’d cry looking for me,” with a gentle nudge, you give him a push on his upper arm.

“you know i’d look for you no matter where i go.”

the whoosh from a passing car blows the hair into your face as you look at him, tired eyes scanning his face and the little pout he has on his lips.

“i did not want to do what my dad told me he wanted me to do. but then the thought of seeing you again, at home. it convinced me.”

jay slows down in his footsteps and waits for you to stop to turn and look at him. his eyes are glossed over, probably from the cold, but there’s a small smile on his lips as he stares at you.

you can’t read it for the life of you and for the well-being of your own heart and soul, you hope you’re reading it wrong. you can tell he’s missed you, you can see it in the way his pupils are darting between your eyes and searching for face for something.

it’s almost like he’s waiting for something, not just anything.

there’s a horrid, grave feeling that settles in your lungs when you realise how much worry is beginning to brew in your stomach. there’s an intrusive thought, a scene from a guilty daydream about jay coming to cup your face and tell you that he’s loved you for the last fifteen years, and you’d tell him that you feel the same way.

but that is a daydream that will haunt you for as long as you keep it buried, because all you can hear in the back of your head is jake’s laughter, the way he likes slurping his yoghurt and how much he loved soccer.

the dream sentences you to a lifetime of guilt that will eventually eat you up from the inside. your heart begins to wither when it realises the sin it has committed.

jay keeps his distance, only breaking the staring with a gentle chuckle and a deep breath. “enough about me,” he steps forward and nods you off. “any boyfriends before jake? anybody you absolutely hate?”

as you gently place the photoframe on your desk, something in the tips of your fingers numb. your fingerpads brush against the wooden frame of the picture, and there’s a subconscious smile that surfaces on your lips as you stare at his.

“aw, cute,” mi rae walks past behind you as she places a document on the table next to your hand. “maybe i should go check if my hair dryer’s waterproof.”

“come on,” you turn and chuckle, reaching for the file and opening it up.

“what’s his name? how long have you been together?” she sits at her desk next to yours, using her feet to drag the roller chair along and bumps shoulders with you. “he’s cute.”

“jake. and uh... three years next month, actually,” you smile politely at her, watching her admire him in the picture.

“for some reason, i assumed you were single and i thought that you’d end up with jay,” she nonchalantly comments. mi rae returns the photoframe back to its original position and scoots back to her desk. “that’s the programme flow for the conference later this week by the way. wooshik is presenting the deck but you still have to actively listen for any q&a regarding the japan trip.”

“okay, thank you.”

your face remains towards the document, but your eyes are back on the photo.

i thought so too.

jay was one of those things you never knew you needed until you actually lost him. maybe you were too young and took things for granted, that having a friend to confide in was something that seemed to come by so easily. but as you grew older, there was a thought - the thought distant but never lost - how would your friendship have evolved had he not gone away?

“do you think mr kim’s like- the nicer parent or the stricter parent?” mi rae unclips her hair, letting her haphazardly-dyed brown hair topple over the cotton-pink cardigan.

if wooshik stared anymore, mi rae would think he’s a creep.

with a gentle tap on his arm, you frown at him, and he immediately takes the hint before clearing his throat. “liberal. he’s got the piercings, doesn’t he? i’d expect that he’d be more liberal.”

“hm,” mi rae taps her staff card on the gantry and it beeps open. you’re staring at wooshik tap his tagwhen mi rae whistles softly, suddenly leaning backwards into you as you get through the gantry as well. “ooh, boyfriend alert.”

that cues you to look up from the tag in your hands. jake gets up from the sofa in the guest lobby right opposite the admin counter where nam go eun works at. in his arms was a single stalk of a pink rose.

“hey,” you greet him quietly as you walk towards him, straying from your colleagues. “why the pink rose?”

jake looks down at it and thinks for a moment, but he doesn’t share. “no reason. it’s been awhile since i’ve given you flowers anyway.”

“you didn’t remember our anniversary wrong, did you?” he hands you the flower and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“‘course not. when have i remember our dates wrongly?”

you turn and look up at him, whose bright doe eyes look like they’d do anything for you. there’s an intrusive thought of a different person that destroys the moment, but mi rae comes to your aid instead.

“hiiiii,” there’s a teasing smile on her lips as she kind of tip-toe-dances into the scene. “you must be jake!”

“i am said ‘jake’,” he grins and nods, licking his lips.

“i’m mi rae,” she holds out a hand. “y/n has your photo on her desk, happy advanced third anniversary.”

“ah,” jake’s enthusiasm seems to die down. his voice goes low and his shoulders sink and something is wrong. he takes her hand. “thank you.”

then there’s an awkward silence that forces you to mentally take jake apart. just by looking at his eyebags, you could tell something was keeping him awake at night, even if he didn’t say it.

jake’s the type to keep his problems to himself because he doesn’t want to burden anybody else.

“you should’ve told me you were coming down, then i’d have dinner with you.”

jake hums in response, thinking of what to say. he was carrying your briefcase in his free hand, and the other interlocked with your fingers. his fingertips are cold, and the weight on his shoulders seemed to spread evenly thoughout his body.

there isn’t a childish swinging of your hands today, nor does he tease you by kissing your hair and cheek.

“it’s okay, i wanted it to be a surprise. i could just order some food to your place if you don’t mind.”

“oh, my mum would probably have some leftover noodles from the store if you don’t mind those.”

“you know i wouldn’t,” he smiles and finally looks up from his feet and at you. his eyes dart between yours and then all over your face like he was trying to find something. the grave feeling in your stomach refuses to leave you.

“are you alright?” a little frown on your forehead gives it away. jake doesn’t seem to be able to look you in the eye anymore. “you seem... tired. is there something bothering you?”

jake’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. he’s considering it, but-

“no. i’m just tired from soccer just now. and then i was greedy for wanting to see you tonight so i thought it would be a good idea to surprise you after work. i didn’t realise how heavy it would make this seem.”

“you know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” the corner of your parent’s shop is right around the bend, but you stop him at the junction and pull him to face you. “something is bothering you. why won’t you tell me?”

he gulps. sucking his lips between his teeth and then pouts, sniffling. he looks up at the traffic light and watches as the red man remains. he shakes his head. “nah, i’m okay.”

a pout surfaces on your lips as you push his face to look at you. “please?”

he turns back to look at you. he looks you in the eyes, then at your brows and your hair and tucks a lock behind your ear.

“i just want you to know that i love you,” then down to your hand where he drags his thumb over your knuckles. “i... love you.”

your brows furrow. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t want to have this conversation with you now.”

“if not now, then when?”

jake frowns and sucks in a deep breath, reaching up to hold your hand holding his cheek. he sandwiches both your palms between his, and pats the back of your right one as he formulates the words in his head. he exhales.

the standing red man switches to the green walking man. the light is so bright, you could see the green in jake’s eyes, but only because he already seemed to be tearing up.

“i... love you so much... that i don’t think i can see you happier with someone else.”

your heart drops. into your stomach, then into your feet and then into hell. instantly, you know what - no, who - he’s referring to.

“i... jay? that’s who you’re worried about?”

his voice comes out as a soft whisper. “aren’t you?”

“what are you talking about?”

“i’m talking about the fact that if he didn’t leave back then, you would’ve gotten together with him. we’re only together now because there wasn’t him.”

“just because he’s back now, doesn’t mean it’ll change our relationship.”

“that’s what you think but i see the way he looks at you,” he pauses. “and i see the way you look at him.”

“we were best friends back then.”

“and that is something i will never have with you. all these memories and values that you have... they are all with him.”

“these aren’t god-level values, jake. you, me, we’re together because you have them too.”

he winces and gulps, dropping his head again. there’s a vein that’s coming out on his forehead. he’s fighting a goliath in his head that’s on the verge of making him cry.

“we’re together because he left. what do you not understand about that?”

“i- what is there to understand?”

jake parts his lips, ready to explain your own predicament to you - but he stops, and then gently shakes his head.

“you... you don’t know you like him.”

“what? no, i don’t. look, you are just... tired and you need to have dinner and go home and get some sleep-”

“no, look me in the eye and tell me that if jay hadn’t left back then, you wouldn’t even consider dating him. you’re telling me that if he stayed, you wouldn’t think about getting together with him?”

his eyes are darting frantically between yours now, like a desperate attempt to search for the ‘no’ he’s looking for.

but he can’t find it. not when your own resolution is caving in, not when your heart knows the answer too.

that’s the downfall of being in love with someone - jake knows your heart even better than you do.

he blinks and looks down at the floor. “i thought so too.”

“that’s hypothetical. whatever you just said to me- it’s hypothetical. jay did leave, we met and we’re together now, isn’t that what’s important?”

“you being happy is important to me. so if i know there’s someone out there that you’d definitely be happier with than when you’re with me then how can i just... keep you?”

“are you- are you really just going to let jay’s presence come between us?”

jake shakes his head.

“it wasn’t him that came between us,” he looks up, face filled with anguish and defeat. “i came between you two.”

your lips are dry. your vision is slightly blurred out. “jake... i don’t know what you want me to do or say.”

“you don’t have to do or say anything,” he purses his lips into a forced smile. “that’s what the flower is for.”

jake drags his palms up your hands and to your shoulders, pulling you in so he can press a kiss to your forehead.

“happy advanced third anniversary.”

life slows down.

jake had sent you home to your doorstep that night and said nothing thereafter. you weren’t sure if it was smart to text him, but a part of you decided not to add salt to his wounds. wounds that you didn’t even know you had inflicted.

no calls. no texts. you would’ve sent him one or two, but you wouldn’t know what to say either.

a day crawled by, then two and three and in another week, it would be your actual third anniversary.

that, unfortunately, you would’ve been unable to celebrate with him anyway because of a company dinner jay’s father organised.

jay hadn’t been around much since the last department dinner. you’ve seen him down the hallways tailing his father or mr kwon but other than a wave or a smile, you hadn’t really had the chance to catch him in a conversation.

not that you needed it.

the table was bustling when you arrive with mi rae and wooshik.

“oi, where’s your department manager?” mrs yoon pops up from next to jay’s father.

“mrs yoon!” the surprise in your voice cues her to throw an arm around you, and before you knew it, she sat you next to her - and right opposite jay. “how are you? is this dinner for you?”

“ah- that’s the question for the boss himself, hm?” she waves it off, turning to jay’s father and grinning.

she starts talking about japan the last couple of months since you left, but none of it is going into your head. your eyes are stuck to the empty cutlery on the table before you, afraid to look up.

jay would see through you like a pane of glass if you did. one look and he’d know instantly that something was wrong.

but remember what i said about loving someone to the point where you’d know their heart?

something jabs your shin under your table. it’s jay’s foot.

you ignore it the first time, convincing yourself he accidentally kicked you.

but he does it again, and this time, you fail to stop yourself from looking up.

his brows are furrowed back, lids hung over his orbs as he desperately but subtly tries to read your eyes.

“do you need anything to drink?” he clears his throat, quickly pulling the drinks menu from mr kwon and sliding it across the table to you.

“um, no,” your ears turn back on. you’re relieved to note that mrs yoon had turned her storytelling to jay’s father and mr kwon. “sorry, i’m just... feeling a little under the weather.”

“oh, sweet!” mrs yoon somehow hears the lie. “are you alright? do you need some tea? oh, you must be worked to the bone!”

“no! no, i’m- i’m fine. i’m just a little tired, but it’s okay- everybody here’s tired-”

“oh, james- would you send the girl home?”

“what? no, it’s fine, mrs yoon-”

“hm? y/n’s not feeling well? are you okay? is it a stomachache or-”

“dad-”

“james, call her a cab or i will.”

“dad, let me-”

“shall i call a cab, mr park? miss l/n does look a little under the weather.”

“what has ji hyuk been asking you to do?”

the simultaneous voices feel like constant pricks on your skin. you hurriedly stand and back away from the table, clearing your throat and picking up your briefcase.

“i’m- i’m so sorry, uncle. i-” you instantly turn to jay’s father, shooting jay himself a side glance as well. “i’m really not feeling the best, so... i think i will take my leave. i’m sorry for the disturbance.”

“oh,” he looks up and blinks a couple of times. he has the same look of concern jay has, and it tears you apart. “don’t worry about it. please,” he stands and gestures to his secretary.

“no! it’s alright, you don’t have to call me a cab. i- i might just hurl if i get into a car. it’s still early so i can walk back on my own.”

“are you sure? can i get jay to-”

“no! no. please.”

now, the entire table knows you’re being a nuisance.

“i’m sorry. i’ll see you all at work monday morning.”

bursting out of the restaurant feels like it should’ve gotten the weight off your shoulders, but all it does is incite the internal caving in. the cold wind rushes over the curves of your face, drying your eyes that were already beginning to tear.

the ache of imagining jake sobbing his eyes out in his bed the last couple of weeks makes you sick to the stomach. the pavement becomes blurry to look at.

then, there’s the guilt. the memory of wanting jay more than anything in the world, the memory that this yearning far supercedes wanting jake rips you into shreds. it makes you question if you even deserve him, if you even deserve either of them.

“fuck!” you scream and kick the tree you stop by. a couple walking by turn to stare at you, but you can’t care less. so you stumble to the bench by the tree and flop down into the thin wooden planks, throwing your head back and looking up at the sky.

faint, rushed footsteps become the source of your new found frustration though, when you can hear it get louder, and then around the corner of the street, it stops.

don’t look. don’t look. don’t look.

you turn your head, neck still reading against the backrest of the bench.

there’s jay, in his adult grey blazer and adult dress pants and adult shoes and the tie that’s flopping around after running and being blown about in the wind.

his hair is in a mess, and his shoulders immediately relax after he spots you on the bench. you turn back to look at the night sky - that’s dimmed from all the light pollution around you - until you can smell jay’s washed out cologne wafting across your face.

the end of the bench creaks when he sits next to you, and you can hear the deep breath he takes.

he sits in silence for a few minutes, and they were the worst few minutes of your entire life. even without a word, you can imagine all the thoughts in his head. he probably wants to ask about jake, but can’t bring himself to poke a needle into the gash in your heart. he probably wants to ask if you’re okay, but knows that it’s a stupid question.

hell, he probably knows this is because of him.

what will he think?

“i’m sorry about making a scene,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

jay sniffles, glancing at you in the corner of your eye before pulling his blazer off and resting them over your shoulders. he scoots back to the end of the bench, careful to maintain the gap between the two of you.

“you’re lucky nobody hates you.”

“if they didn’t, they probably do now.”

jay scoffs softly, leaning back onto the rest and rubbing his hands together on his lap.

“do you wanna tell me what happened or would you prefer if i left you alone?”

a car drives by. a group of students rush past behind you and into the convenience store, talking about getting instant noodles and coffee.

“i fucked up.”

there’s a soft ding-dong as they enter the store. their voices are muffled once the door closes.

“it was my job to give him the assurance, but i didn’t. i had hurt him way before i realised, and when i finally did... it was too late.”

jay blinks, looking from the street to his hands.

he knows who you’re talking about, even though you hadn’t mentioned his name once.

it had been a couple of days. jay had been looking at the computer screen and sipping on his morning coffee when nam go eun buzzed him on the intercom.

“morning.”

“morning, mr park. there’s a ‘jake sim jae yun’ here to see you, but he mentioned he hadn’t made an appointment. can i check your availability?”

jay immediately looks away from the screen and sets down his mug. “um... could you ask how long he’ll be?”

“okay. excuse me, mr sim, how long would you be with mr park? ah- alright. he says he should be under ten.”

jay gulps, standing and stretching his shoulders.

“alright, send him up.”

jay would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. why was the boyfriend of the love of his life coming to visit him, personally, at the office?

he rubs his hands together, finding himself suddenly rushing to pack his office. centralise the little vase on the table between the single-seater sofas. refill the water flask on the pantry shelf. clear the stray pens off his desk.

bzzt.

"mr park? mr sim is here."

startled, jay almost swipes the intercom off his table. "shit," he hisses first, then jabs the button on his intercom that opens the door as well. "door's open."

he hears nam go eun bidding jake goodbye as she steps away, and jay mentally prepares himself as he looks up, eyes immediately locking with jake's.

"hey," jay greets like he was meeting an old friend after a long time.

"hey. look, i know you're busy. i said i'd take 10 minutes and i'll keep it at that."

"yeah, no, sure, it's fine," jay waves it off and gestures to the sofa seaters. "can i get you anything to drink? tea, coffee, water?"

“actually, i just wanted to talk to you about y/n.”

the name strikes a chord. “why? is she okay? didn’t she clock into work today?”

jake licks his lips and bites on his bottom one. “i... don’t know the answers to two of those questions, but i can tell you why. we had... a disagreement.”

the taller leans back on his hips, pulling his shoulders back as he stands straight from the response.

“we’re not together anymore, or at least... that’s what i’m hoping she knows.”

“what? what happened? what do you mean you ‘hope she knows’? how can she not know she had a break up?”

jake swallows, wishing with every ounce in him that he didn’t have to spell it out for jay.

“do you love her?”

the question catches jay off-guard. he thinks he’ll get punched in the jaw if he says ‘yes’, so out comes a snarky scoff as he quickly looks away instead.

“what? please, she’s just a friend. i couldn’t ever-”

“i can’t tell you how much she does, but i know she loves you too.”

jay turns and looks at him. “you can’t say that. you don’t know how she feels.”

“no, i know. i know because that’s how she used to look at me.”

a guilty wave of happiness washes through him, but jay is quick to collect himself again.

“do you love her?” he asks again. this time, jay can’t find it in him to relent or hide the truth.

“yes.”

“did you come back in hopes of getting together with her?”

jay finds it hard to believe he has thought about all these questions. it’s like jake had this entire conversation with himself, plotted out the responses or follow-up questions for every single scenario.

“that would’ve been a dream,” jay admits. “but seeing her was enough.”

“why did you ignore her? was it because of me?”

“yeah. i saw you on the first day of work, realised she had a boyfriend and decided to... keep a distance.”

jake gently closes his eyes and breathes. “it broke her heart. i know you did it with good intentions but... the fact that she had so much to say about you not saying anything to her told me alot.”

if their hearts could thump any harder, they’d both be able to hear it.

“i know this might seem irresponsible of me but she won’t accept the break up unless it’s by force, and i don’t want her to stay with me when i know she loves someone else.”

“everything you’re saying is based on assumption. how do you know this is how she feels?”

jake purses his lips and shows a small smile. “i think right now what’s left is the two of you discussing your feelings. it’s no longer my business how she feels about you, because i know, but it seems like you don’t.”

jay looks up from his hands and at you. it hurt to see the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes - he thought that perhaps jake had gotten it wrong, and that you still loved him - but then you turn to look at him with eyes yearning for so much comfort that he couldn’t resist.

he scoots across the bench and automatically sets his shoulder by yours, and it’s the most natural thing for you to lean your head against him.

“do you think you could’ve offered him any more assurance that would change anything?” jay whispers. the question is a joining puzzle piece for you.

“i don’t know.”

the group of kids come out of the convenience store, giggling with ice cream and ice-popsicles.

“did you know? or rather... what do you think... is happening?”

jay inhales a deep breath, feeling your head move on his shoulder. “too many things. i don’t think you’re in the right headspace to think about this and i don’t think i have the authority to share my opinion.”

“but your opinion’s important.”

“and you’re going through a backhanded break up,” jay turns and tries to talk into your hair, but he remembers the invisible wall that’s been there forever. “i don’t think my opinion matters now, or at least... not yet.”

he hears you hum in response - he doesn’t know if you agreed or even listened.

“i just didn’t think it’d end this way.”

“but did you know it’d end?”

a pause.

“yeah. i knew... the moment i caved when we were in japan and asked you and you told me you’d never leave me, and then again when we were on that bridge your father used to take us to and you told me you came back because of me. i realised i had begun daydreaming about you and all the time we lost... instead of thinking about what i had with jake,” a deep sigh. “it feels so detached. i shouldn’t be able to say this all to you so easily, especially when you were the cause of all this. no offence.”

“none taken.”

“i just wish i knew you’d come back, then i wouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with jake and had his heart broken.”

“as much as he’s hurting now, i’m sure he doesn’t regret it. you must’ve had so many good times and memories with him.”

“you think?” a small smile pulls your lips as you sit up, turning to him with the tears dried in the corners of your eyes.

“i know,” jay returns the smile.

jay stares sombrely at jake, unable to process the entire conversation. even searching for a reply was difficult. jake can read the confusion and the inability to respond, so he purses his lips and takes a brave step forward.

“i don’t know how you two are going to play out, or what her immediate response to this whole thing will be, but i’m not one to sit around and watch as someone else becomes her best shot at happiness. i’ve... made plenty of amazing memories with her, but you were the one who made her the way she is now. call it a conscience, but i won’t stand between the two of you when you clearly belong together.”

he holds out his hand and sucks in a deep breath. “i trust you’ll take good care of her.”

jay looks down first, then back up at jake’s eyes before he slowly takes his hand. “with everything i have.”

“okay, okay! what can you break without holding or touching it?”

“oh! um- um- um-!”

“promise,” wooshik whispers into mi rae’s ear.

“a PROMISE!” mi rae stands and points at you before turning to wooshik on the couch next to her. “aye, that brain of yours- you could give me half of it and i’d still be dumber than you.”

you shake your head disapprovingly as you set down the game card, sliding it across the table to mi rae. “cheating, i’d say.”

“alright, that was our last round, wasn’t it?” jay leans back in his chair and yawns. “time to go home.”

“we did not invite you to come be a party pooper, mr CEO-in-training,” mi rae rests her fists on her hips and holds her arms akimbo.

“what do you mean?” jay laughs and stands, picking up his bag. “look at the time. go home and get some rest, you have that report due next week, don’t you? don’t think you should be out wasting your weekend away when you should be-”

“oh, blah!” mi rae waves him off, grabbing her purse in a swift motion. “would you tell your man to back off? i can’t do it, he’d fire me!”

“i would not!” jay trails quickly after mi rae, leaving the room behind her. wooshik stays for a moment with you in the game room, looking up at you who was standing.

“how are you holding up?” he quietly asks, carefully stacking the plastic cups and tidying up the table of now-empty snack bowls.

“alright,” you turn to him and give him a small smile. “thanks for asking.”

“i hope you don’t take it to heart that mi rae says these things so mindlessly,” he stands and pats down his shirt. “mr kim’s been loading her with decks to present and emails to send out so.”

“i heard. it’s alright, it doesn’t bother me.”

wooshik reaches out and gently pats your shoulder. hurried footsteps return to the game room and jay’s head pops out around the frame of the door, with mi rae’s right below his.

“you two coming or having a sleepover?” mi rae raising a curious brow.

“we’re going!” wooshik gestures to the table. “we’re just cleaning up the mess the both of you made!”

perhaps this was how it meant to turn out. perhaps it wasn’t. but as you walk down the corridor with jay and mi rae bickering with each other, wooshik pulls out his phone to show you the pictures he took with mi rae on their third date.

you know because he wouldn’t really shut up about it.

then there’s jay, hesitant to make a move and change your dynamics. you know for a fact he’s been going back and forth with himself in his head like a fencing match about whether he should be making a move - after all, it’s been a couple of months since jake broke up with you.

but he hasn’t, and you know it’s because he’s waiting for you to be ready for it when it happens. yet, the question is: are you?

“you sure you guys don’t want a ride home? i’m already driving y/n home.”

“and be a couple of cockblocks? pshht, no!”

you roll your eyes and shake your head at her.

“i’ll see her home, don’t worry. see you guys monday,” wooshik carefully tugs on mi rae’s cardigan, sliding her purse off her shoulder and taking it instead. “night! text when you guys get home.”

“use protection!” mi rae giggles before wooshik disapprovingly pulls her back towards the nearest bus stop.

“goodnight!” jay waves, and gets two in return.

the saturday night wind brushes across your face as he turns around to face you, nodding in the direction of the carpark.

“i’m surprised your dad let you drive.”

“oh, my dad was perfectly fine with it. mr kwon was the one who was adamant on sending a chauffeur but i convinced him i didn’t need a chaperone if i’m hanging out with you.”

“you know,” you get the door open, but pause at it. “i think mr kwon doesn’t like me very much.”

“don’t think he likes anybody much except my father,” jay laughs and stands beside you.

you turn and offer him a small, confused smile, hand on the top rim of the car door. “what?”

“what do you mean ‘what’? get in.”

“i can close the door on my own, jay,” you laugh and gently jab him in the shoulder, trying to shove him back. but he doesn’t budge, instead, resting his palms on the rim of the door - fingers just barely brushing against yours - and the other on the roof of the car.

he leans forward, slowly, and for a moment, your heart stops.

but then, out comes a harsh blow into your face, and a frown cements into your forehead with bewilderment.

“there was a thing in your eye lashes,” he clears his throat, then proceeds to fix your fringe that he blew out of place. “get in the car, woman! else i’ll just take off without you.”

resentment. anger. shame.

he presses a hand on your head and pushes you into the car, ignoring the look of ‘i’m gonna fucking kill you’ plastered to your face.

the door slams shut as he closes it, and you’re frowning to yourself with your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as he walks around the vehicle.

just who does he think he is? wasn’t he the one being all mushy and shit back then? is he toying with me now? what the actual fu-

the door opens and the car jerks when he dumps himself into the driver’s.

he sits in still silence - even the air-conditioning wasn’t on - so you turn and look at him with the most confused eyes you could muster.

“are we not going?”

jay chuckles, sniffling and resting a palm on the steering wheel. “i was just- sorry, i just can’t get over the look on your face.”

“what?” is he joking? “what in the actual fuck are you-”

then this rush of courage waves through jay from his hips and up his torso, propelling his hands to reach across the length of the centre console.

it wasn’t the most comfortable kiss, you’ll admit it, but jay had managed to hold your face with both his hands, thumbs on your cheeks and his fringe tickling your lids.

his breath is hot, but slow - he’s trying his best not to hyperventilate into your nostrils. frankly, you were surprised with how beautifully his head was tilted to fit yours, but he must be stretching something in his body, for his breathing slowly begins to shake and you interrupt this moment with a light giggle.

“what?” he pulls away, eyes widened and cautious.

“nothing,” you laugh and shake your head, face still in his palms. “you’re gonna pull a muscle if you stay in that position.”

“oh,” he gingerly blinks, hurriedly pulling his hands away and retreating into his seat. “sorry. it played out alot better in my head.”

you bite your bottom lip and look forwards, tasting the coca-cola sweetness from the lollipop he had earlier. “‘better’ as in, seeing if i was gonna punch you in the jaw for whatever nonsense you just pulled outside?” raising an unhappy brow with a side-glance, you squint at him.

“i was... testing the waters.”

“oh,” you reply sarcastically, shaking your head and looking out the window. “well, water’s cold now, so.”

“aw, just shut up and leave the moment alone, will you?” jay huffs, embarrassed and irritated. he pulls the car into drive and moves out of the carpark.

there’s an amateur kind of puppy love hanging in the air as jay drives you home, the innocent glances in the reflection of the glass and the long inhales, thinking about what to say, but then... nothing comes out.

you managed through the 10 minute drive in silence, only for jay to get out of the car (read: hurtle) just to get the door open for you.

this whole situation feels stupid, you think. who is this man and what has he done with jay?

when you get to your doorstep, the light’s already off - your parents have gone to sleep knowing you were out with your colleagues and your best fr-

“so... about that just now,” jay shoves his anxious hands into his pockets, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs. you turn, looking down at him and watching the porch light illuminate all the high points of his face.

his nose, his brows, cheekbones and eyes. his upper lip - that seemed to have been stained by your lipstick.

“what about it?” the coyness in your face puts a snarky smirk on jay’s face as he scoffs.

“my bad. for being a jerk,” he nods and begins slowly going up the stairs.

“ah, aren’t you ten minutes too late?” your eyes slowly travel from looking down to looking up when he finally stands on the same platform as you, his shadow covering your eyes and the only things visible on his face his bright eyes.

“i was ten years too late,” he whispers now, reaching up to cup your cheek and tilting his head. “i think you can handle ten minutes.”

this time, it’s perfect.

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