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daisyvisions · 2 months

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Change Your Mind - (l.jy)

➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader

➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.

➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon

➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.

You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.

But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”

It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!

So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?

Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.

During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)

You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.

You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.

You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-

“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.

The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true… Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?

“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.

“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.

Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.

“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.

“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.

“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.

“How did you-”

“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.

“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.

You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,

“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”

And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.

You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.

You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.

Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.

It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.

To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.

The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.

“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.

How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.

You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.

He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.

And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.

In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.

Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.

You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.

You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.

Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.

Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.

His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.

Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.

Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.

You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.

The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.

“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!

But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?

“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.

You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.

You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?

As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.

“What?” You ask.

“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.

“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?

“I was thinking-”

“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.

“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.

“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”

“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”

“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?

“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.

“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.

“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.

“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.

“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.

“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.

“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”

You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.

“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.

You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.

“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.

“Juyeon I-”

“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.

Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.

“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.

As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.

Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.

He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.

He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.

Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.

He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.

“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.

“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.

“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.

“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.

“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.

“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.

Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.

His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.

You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.

Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.

“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.

He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.

He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.

“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.

“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.

Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.

He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.

With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.

“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”

Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.

The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.

He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.

“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.

“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”

“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,

“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”

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sohnric · 6 months

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paris – l. juyeon

pairing: lee juyeon x fem! reader

genre: exchange student! juyeon in paris (ft. his erasmus friends). friends to ???, angst, fluff. actually, the genre is longing. halloween party au but the halloween part plays like,, 0 part in the fic, basically. idk the paris pics did something to me he is so european coded. paris by the 1975 without the drugs in a fic, essentially

warnings: cheating from yn's side, swearing, alcohol, smoking. the reader is canonically french im sorry 💀

word count: 6k

There’s quite a few reasons why Juyeon never told his friends from home about you- the girl he met on his student exchange trip. Some were the cause of Juyeon’s insecurities in himself, some the cause of your relationship status, all the cause of his unrequited love and the way you broke his heart, making Juyeon’s whole memory of Paris a bit hazy and bittersweet and the leave, paradoxically, that much harder. But still– and maybe you’re the reason for it– oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.

a/n: do NOT cancel me for being a casual matty healy enjoyer i am a 2014 tumblr girlie at heart

“And where are my gifts? Where are the souvenirs?” Hyunjae calls after the boy that’s still kind of jet lagged from the flight (even though it’s been 3 days since his landing and he slept the whole day after his brother picked him up from the airport), the latter looking at him with tired eyes.

“That’s all you want from me after not seeing me for 6 months?”

“Yes. Where’s my baguette?” Hyunjae glares, making the younger boy whine at the request.

“I didn’t know you wanted a hard rock baguette from me. If I had known, I would’ve taken one with me and smashed it against your head the moment I arrived here.”

“Well, if it’s authentic,” Hyunjae shrugs, laughing. “I’m just joking… I know we’ve been calling and texting like, every other day, but let me ask again. How was it?”

Juyeon finally smiles at his friend’s question. This is what one expects after coming home from studying abroad for 10 months– not a souvenir request. And trust me, Juyeon did bring gifts, out of the warmth of his own heart, but after being asked for them, he kind of doesn’t want to play Santa anymore. Kind of like when you decide to wash the dishes, but your mum tells you to do it at the same time of your decision– the motivation fades away the mere second you’re requested to do the thing.

“Well, it was good,” he shrugs, “it was… something,” Juyeon says– because how does one fit 10 months of their life into a few sentences without stammering– and before he gets a chance to say anything, Hyunjae catches him off guard with another inquiry.

“Is it true, by the way? Are European girls really prettier?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at the boy as if to suggest something– but all it does is make Juyeon shrug, acting not really bothered with the question.

“Dunno,” he hums, “I think it’s equal to here.”

“So you’re telling me you went 10 months without getting laid in France?” Hyunjae gasps, making Juyeon furrow his brows in utter disbelief.

“When did I say that? Or anything that would even suggest that?”

Now, this was a trap. Juyeon is too gullible. See, Juyeon was pretty transparent with everything during his calls with Hyunjae back when he was in Paris. He told his friends back home all about the European food, the rock-hard french baguettes, the weird looks and annoyed sighs he got when speaking English to the clarks in the shops, the cold showers in his accommodation and the pretty park in front of his university building. They also know all about his friends from Paris– the international students he met in his course like Shotaro from Japan, Bence from Hungary and Marco from Italy– but when the question of girls came around, specifically in the romantic light of things, Juyeon went awfully quiet. You can’t blame Hyunjae for getting into suspicions.

“So you did?” Hyunjae gasps, grasping at the straws.

Juyeon sighs, reaching for his bag. His awfully big hand slips inside of the black backpack, fingers touching various things before he brings out a bunch of gifts: a keychain with the Eiffel tower, some magnets, postcards, a fashionable beret he found in one of the souvenir stores but never saw anyone actually wear in the whole 10 months in the streets of Paris, some perfume and high quality chocolate. Hyunjae’s eyes go wide, making satisfaction swim through Juyeon’s veins at the sight– he managed to deflect the attack.

Sometimes, having materialistic friends is a plus.

As he watches Hyunjae touch all the things on the table, fingers trailing over metal and the shiny wrapping of the dark chocolate with an acknowledging nod, Juyeon takes out another thing out of his bag– his digital camera that he brought along for the ride. He sent his friends a lot of pictures when he was in Paris, and he also posted quite a few on Instagram for everyone to see, but the camera held more memories and more moments than anyone’s ever seen before– it’s a source of treasure for himself as well, but he figures it wouldn’t hurt to share a glimpse with his best friend.

“Wanna see? I took tons of pictures, but you can look through only the interesting ones, if you want to,” Juyeon hums, offering the camera to the male, the display already shining at him from the gallery, small icons of all pictures on the SD card in a 3x3 row on the small thing.

A few pictures of the town are on preview right now, but if you scroll through the gallery, moments of his friend Marco’s birthday party that his friends threw for him, or the snapshots of his friend’s faces come into sight– Juyeon’s sure Hyunjae’s eager to see how all of the people he’s been talking to him about look like.

Hyunjae nods, taking the camera from him and squinting at the little icons. His fingers move along the touch screen and scroll through the gallery, eyes zooming on the interesting ones and grinning as he shows them to Juyeon, awaiting the backstory of a certain image.

Everything goes well, until Hyunjae gets to the latest pictures on the SD card– well, apart from the ones Juyeon took from the window on his flight home. And Juyeon really doesn’t know what he was thinking, but hey– sometimes he doesn’t think things through as much as he should– and that’s why when a particular photo comes into his best friend’s sight, turning the camera towards Juyeon with a shiteating grin on his face, the question ‘Who’s that?’ makes the poor boy a bit shaken.

His tall figure, standing alongside someone shorter– you, in your vampire costume, fake blood running down the side of your mouth, a hand thrown over his shoulders and your side pressed into his a bit too close as he stares down onto you with an obviously star-struck face, suit covering his body in a poor attempt at Joker’s costume– the moment stares back at him like a haunted memory.

He clears his throat. “That’s… that’s just Y/N.”

Hyunjae hums, having a staring contest with the picture on the screen. The date on the bottom reads 31/10/23, the last day of Juyeon’s stay before he had to go home. “How come I’ve never heard about Y/N?”

“There wasn’t much to say, I guess,” Juyeon shrugs, taking a sip from the bottle of beer on the table.

“Sure…” Hyunjae doubtingly nods, scrunching up his nose in disbelief.

“I’m serious. She’s just a friend I met there,” Juyeon offers, licking his lips in nerves.

And it’s the truth– you were just a friend and there really wasn’t much to say about you two– so why does Juyeon’s heart hurt a bit as he recognizes the events of the night as if it happened yesterday? Why does he feel nostalgic, maybe a little bitter about the way you two left off?

Hyunjae doesn’t know, but there’s quite a few reasons why he never heard about you in the first place. Some were the cause of Juyeon’s insecurities in himself, some the cause of your relationship status, all the cause of his unrequited love and the way you broke his heart, making the whole memory of Paris a bit hazy and bittersweet and the leave, paradoxically, that much harder.

But still– and maybe you’re the reason for it–

oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.

31/10/2023

The buzzing of the room makes Juyeon’s already thumping head ache in its crevices, the smell of alcohol in the breath of everyone talking to him only making his stomach twist and turn with acid. He’s had his fair amount of drinks himself, but there is a very faint line between the amount that’s just enough to keep him going through the night and the amount that makes him puke and have a two-week hangover, and with the flight home he has to take tomorrow afternoon, he doesn’t think drinking more would be a good idea.

“Don’t break it!” Juyeon tiredly hurries out as he sees his friend Marco handle his camera, the device almost falling out of the foreign friend’s hands.

“I won’t! Hold on, let me just–” the Italian mutters, the coating of vodka shots and the cheap red wine (made to look like blood to keep things festive) making his words slur together as he speaks.

Juyeon reaches towards his drunk friend (while also questioning how he’s going to take a plane back to Italy tomorrow in a very hungover state) and tries to pray the prized possession out of his hands, but comes to a fail as the tall man waves him off with a theatral arm wave, shoving the poor boy towards the white wall and putting the camera up against his own face. “I’ll take your picture! So you can– you only take pictures of us, Juyo,” he rambles on, “I’ll take your picture so you can show it at home to your friends!” Marco grins, having Juyeon aimlessly sigh and stretch out his lips into a fake smile, waiting for his friend to take the picture so he can get his camera back to safety.

“Me too! Me too!” he suddenly hears from somewhere to his right, and before he has the chance to decipher the owner of the female voice, a weight on his shoulder tells him you just jumped at his side– almost topping him over and into the spooky decorations to his right– as you giggle into his ear. “Have it?”

“Aaaalmost!” Marco stretches out as he squints at the camera– and in the spare few seconds before the shutter goes off, Juyeon allows himself to stare down at your figure glued to his side. You’re wearing a dark lipstick on your smile, a drip of fake blood rolling down the side of your mouth. There’s a corset top enveloping your middle and a flowy black skirt only pulling the whole look together even with the absence of fangs– and while you don’t suck out his blood, Lee Juyeon can physically feel how you sucked out all oxygen out of his lungs in your sexy vampire costume.

He’s seen you around tonight, but he never got the courage to walk up to you. Something about this being his last night in Paris might be the reason why.

He was simply too bummed out about how things between you and him never went further than fits of laughter in class as you helped him with his French, or friendly hugs when you bid him goodbye at the corner of his street. Maybe it was his own fault for falling for someone so out of his reach. He always knew his stay in France was temporary– hell, he was an exchange student, he was aware of what he was getting himself into– but still, he couldn’t help but recognize the familiar warmth in his stomach whenever you were around and the strange racing of his heart whenever you were close enough for him to smell your shampoo for what it was. He was completely, utterly smitten with you– a french local that would be erased out of his lifestyle as soon as he lands back home in Korea.

The shutter of the camera is all it takes to break his train of thought, making him snap his head back to his Italian friend. A sigh of relief is heard in the room as Juyeon finally reunites with his digital camera (he was surprised to see Marco let go of it so easily), and before he has the chance to think of a conversation topic to indulge in with you, you have his words catching in his throat at your own pace of speech.

“Have you been here for long?” you ask, flattering your eyelashes at him. Juyeon gasps before he presses his lips together into a tight line, shrugging.

“A bit.”

“Why haven’t you said hi?” you frown. “You said it’s your last night! You wouldn’t leave without a goodbye, would you?” you shake your head at him, playfully poking his shoulder with your pointer finger.

He was going to. Not anymore, he guesses.

“No,” he disagrees instead, “I was gonna look for you when it was my turn to leave,” he quickly comes up with an explanation, having your features relax as a warm smile overtakes your pretty features again.

Even with your face all bloody and your eyes having dark circles under them from eyeshadow (and mascara that weared off a little, which you were completely unaware of), Juyeon finds you absolutely, utterly and fascinatingly beautiful. He’s glad no one is able to read his inner monologue– or else he’d be the one with blood running down the side of his face. If the punch to seal the cut would be coming from you or your boyfriend, he’s not quite sure.

Maybe both. The main thing is, you’re taken and his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

Which is why his silly crush on you that maybe, just maybe, turned into something more meaningful was that much damaging to his poor soul.

Because Juyeon swears he never loved anyone before, but after spending the night with you drinking cheap wine in his empty dorm room on his birthday completely alone– since it fell on a Sunday this year and he didn’t have that many friends yet to celebrate with, only having spending 2 weeks in Paris at the time– during which you taught him French swear words and kissed his cheek goodbye (which he thought may be a cultural thing, although he wasn’t sure); after all of this, he felt like you’re the person he’ll think of when someone asks him about his first love when he's old.

And even if he had the balls to do anything about it (which he didn’t), he simply couldn’t. You were out of reach.

“You’d better,” you hum, “or else I’d hitchhike a plane and come over to Korea just to kick your ass.”

“You can’t hitchhike a plane, you weirdo.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Of course I can. Watch me.”

Juyeon finds himself grinning at the adorable determination in your voice. It makes him feel a certain type of way that he knows he shouldn’t– but after spending 10 months with the feelings (5 of which you were single, 5 of which you’ve spent dating your boyfriend) and absorbing the idea of leaving you and everything behind tomorrow, Juyeon no longer feels as guilty about the act of loving you. Not anymore– not tonight.

“I like your costume,” Juyeon comments, pointing to the attire you’ve dressed yourself in.

“Really?” your eyes light up. “Look, I even wore the bow my idiot of a boyfriend said looks tacky,” you say, making a little twirl for the man. Your skirt flows nicely in the air and you stumble a bit due to the alcohol in your system, but when Juyeon catches you by your forearms and steadies you, there’s a content smile sitting on your lips despite your previous sentence.

“It looks pretty on you,” Juyeon hums, nodding. “It’s not tacky at all.”

“I always knew you had more taste than him,” you sigh dramatically, making Juyeon question your actions.

Oh?

“Anyways, I like your costume as well,” you comment.

“Thanks,” he says, although his half-assed attempt at a Joker’s costume wasn’t anywhere near your level of preciseness, “Shotaro was supposed to go as Harley to match with me, but he pulled out of it at the last minute,” Juyeon pouts.

“Gosh! That would’ve been fucking amazing,” you laugh, swatting your friend in the arm playfully– the way you always do when you laugh– but as you come down from it, there’s a bitter tone in your voice. “I asked my boyfriend to wear a couple’s costume too, but he said all my costume ideas were lame.”

“Y/N–” Juyeon starts, wanting to speak up about the matter very obviously present in the conversation, wanting to console you, say anything, but you cut him off again– your courtesy– with a shrug and a grin on your face made to mask your true emotions (didn't work. Juyeon knows you too well).

“It’s okay. That’s why I dressed up as a slutty vampire just to spite him,” you say.

“What’s his costume?” Juyeon asks.

“Not sure. I think he just bought the Scream mask, or something,” you mutter, rolling your eyes at the male.

And now, Juyeon was never big on gossip. But if gossiping meant poking fun at your boyfriend, the last night before his plane back home takes off is not the time he’s passing on a snarky comment. “Lame.”

“I’m so glad we are on the same page, Juyo.”

His heart leaps at the nickname– a lot of people call him that, but the tone you say it in, the sweet melody of your voice as you throw it at him like a promise (of everything and nothing at all– you’re fond of him, but never fond enough), only you have this effect on him when you call him that. He wishes he had you saying his name recorded, documented somewhere on his phone, your accent and all, so he could hear you say it when he foolishly misses you in the middle of the night, like he knows he will when he lays awake at home, in his tiny, silent room.

“Do you want to get out for a bit? It’s getting too hot in here,” you say as you wave yourself, hoping to cool off, but failing miserably with the heat created from the bodies swimming through the house, and Juyeon finds himself nodding at your question.

Your feet drag you outside of the house, the cold breeze instantly cooling down your sweaty bodies. You two stand on the front porch together, watching the world around you revolve in a fast, yet slow manner– there are couples making out in the corner of the yard, one of them pressed up against the tree, and friends chasing each other down in zombie costumes, passing by bottles of alcohol between each other.

Juyeon hears you hum, making him turn his head towards you and see you offering a cigarette to him. He'd never been much of a smoker before, but Europe taught him to never turn down a cigarette when offered, and so he only takes out one out of the pack, watching you mirror his movements. You fish for your lighter in your bra (and Juyeon finds himself too mesmerized to look away during the action), clicking it and putting the flame against the cigarette trapped between his lips.

He doesn’t know what it is about the action that makes his eyes hooded as he watches you– noticing the forgotten speck of glitter from some step of your makeup routine under your eye, making him want to swipe his thumb over it and take it off for you– but he can’t get his gaze off you as he breaths in the smoke, his head going more fuzzy than it has been only a few minutes prior.

When Juyeon’s cigarette is lit, you move to light your own, all while the male watches you with almost a dreamy look on his face. Somehow, he’s glad no one’s watching you. He doesn’t think he would be able to conceal his feelings for you tonight.

“Are you gonna miss this?” you suddenly ask, looking up at him from his right.

You? Absolutely.

“I think so,” he nods, “it’s a lot different to home, but I made a lot of memories here.”

He watches a hint of smile spreading over your features. “Do you remember when you accidentally told our professor you were horny instead of excited?” you laugh.

“Oh, shut up,” Juyeon laughs at the memory. His French never really got to a perfect level– that’s why most of you settled on speaking English between each other– but the first few weeks were a living hell of a language barrier for Lee Juyeon. “The more concerning part is that this is what made you approach me,” he notes.

“Well, I recognised that you needed help, and I was willing to provide it,” you say, taking a drag out of the cigarette and blowing the smoke into his face.

Juyeon looks at you through the smoke cloud, snickering. “I’m kinda grateful, though. You were the first friend I made here.”

You look at him with a tender look– something so full of care Juyeon swears he feels his stomach doing somersaults– before you press your lips into a solemn smile. “Well, I’m honored, Juyeon Lee,” you drag out in a posh accent, making the boy break out into a laugh.

He takes another drag off the cigarette, inviting the nicotine into his system. Mixed with the alcohol in his veins and your aura surrounding him, he almost feels on cloud 9, like he’s flowing in space and he can’t get down. He watches as you lean over the railing of the porch, forearms meeting with the metal in a set of goosebumps. Breeze flies through the air, making your barely-clothed figure shiver.

He knows he probably shouldn’t. Your boyfriend is somewhere inside, and although you two are seemingly in a weird sort of fight, it’s not his place to act as a gentleman.

Still, Juyeon finds he has nothing to lose. He shrugs off the suit jacket he’s been wearing and drapes it over your shoulders wordlessly, noticing the way you look back at him over your shoulder with a soft smile on your lips.

A comforting silence overtakes you two. Juyeon takes the last drag off the cigarette and puts it out on the iron railing, enjoying the effect your sheer presence has on him. The music coming out of inside is only a mere background noise now, providing him an occasional distraction to the buzzing of his own thoughts.

“Say, Juyo,” you start, “do you know where Dorothy lives?” you ask.

Juyeon hums in disagreement. “Don’t think I do. Why?”

“I’m sleeping over at hers tonight,” you mumble, mentioning your best friend– the girl Juyeon’s met plenty of times in the 10 months of knowing you. “I was supposed to stay at Andre’s, but I’m not talking to him right now.”

“Oh,” is all Juyeon says. The mention of your boyfriend always throws him off the track a little.

“I dunno where Dorothy went, but I’m getting kind of sleepy.”

“Why can’t you just go home?” he asks.

“Juyo,” you laugh, “my parents would kill me if I got home tipsy and smelling like cigarette smoke. Don’t you know how they are?” you joke, shaking your head in disbelief.

He doesn’t. He kind of wishes he had the chance to know, though– because if he knew your parents, maybe it would imply something. Signify something more.

“Do you want me to walk you to Dorothy’s?”

“Yeah,” you nod, lids heavy. Juyeon doesn’t know what time it is, but the last time he checked, it was well past midnight– he doesn’t think he’d stay around much longer himself.

“Okay,” he nods, watching as you slowly peel yourself off the railing and wear his suit jacket properly, the fabric drowning you, but keeping you warm. The sight, the sentiment of it, makes Juyeon’s hands shake and his throat go dry. You’re so close, yet so out of his reach.

Your feet are slow as you march towards the direction of your best friend’s house. Juyeon doesn’t know how far it is, but he wishes for you to take the long way home– if those are the last moments he has with you, he wants to drag the evening out the best he can.

The night is quiet. The only thing ringing in your ears is the sound of your own footsteps, when Juyeon surprises himself with the question that noisily cuts out of his throat.

“Why don’t you break up with him?” he asks.

He expects you to go mad at the question– you were known to have quite the fierce temper. You and Andre have had a few problems in the past: he was known to be reckless with his snarky comments that somehow hurt your pride, his nasty behavior when he got drunk, and the not-so-happy opinion your parents had of him. You were known to blow things out of proportion, screaming, crying and making a scene whenever you could if you thought it was appropriate, known to talk about your conflicts with your friends and digging out opinions out of them on the matter.

Juyeon always made sure to give you lukewarm arguments whenever you asked him about your boyfriend. Never too heated to make himself seem suspicious. Your relationship was none of his business.

Again– tonight, though, he has nothing to lose.

“I dunno,” you shrug, your steps a little uneven on the pavement, “it’s… a matter of habit, maybe? It’s weird,” you say.

The explanation gives Juyeon just about nothing. A matter of habit? Is it a habit to stay with someone? Was there not more needed for a relationship?

Juyeon doesn’t find it in him to reply. Instead, he lets you talk.

“I think I might love him, or something. I’m not really sure…” you mumble, the sentences breaking Juyeon’s heart a little by little, shattering it right in front of you on the pavement, “because if I didn’t, why else would I put up with all of this?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“All the shaming, the spiteful remarks. The pettiness, the silent treatment… tell me, Juyo, do I have any dignity?” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Y/N…”

The snicker that escapes out of you quickly turns bitter. Your body grows impossibly closer to his, your hands sneaking around his bicep. You walk with linked arms, your head falling to his shoulder. “I don’t think I really love him, though,” you suddenly rebuttal, “‘cause like… I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t tell my grandkids about Andre, y’know? I think that’s the way you know. If you can imagine thinking so fondly about someone that you… that you’d mention them even in 50 years, ‘cause the memories still feel fresh and you’re delighted you once knew them, then…” you trail off, voice fading.

“Do you know what I mean?” you hum, pouting.

He does know.

“Sorry, I’m rambling–”

“No, I get you,” he reassures you, nodding to himself.

“You always do,” you sigh, breaking Juyeon’s heart into a million pieces, “anyways, with that being said… I think I’m with him only because breaking up is too much of a hassle. And, I think I like the attention,” you splutter, laughing at yourself, “that’s… so desperate of me, I know. I’m starting to doubt if it’s even worth it.”

“He’s not,” Juyeon finds himself saying as you two cross the corner.

“You’re only saying that as my friend.”

“No, I’m saying that as your– as someone who cares…?” he stutters, mentally kicking himself for sounding so readable. Surely, you must’ve already noticed. If not from his current statement, then from the way he looked at you the whole night. You are a smart girl– you were always quick to point out the men that would soon hit on you when you were at the club. You have a good eye when it comes to others.

You only laugh, though. Oh, how Juyeon loves the sound.

“Thank you,” you hum.

You two fall silent for a while. Juyeon finds himself enjoying it. It feels comfortable– to walk with you through the emptied Paris, accompanied by the yellow lampposts and soulless streets. Only you two, your linked arms and his suit jacket around your shoulders.

“We’re at Dorothy’s,” you muse when your steps come to a halt, gesturing towards the silent, dark house on the other side of the street, “I think she’s not home yet, though. Her light would be on.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Juyeon looks from the house and back at you, then back at the seemingly empty house again. “And now what?”

“I have to wait for her,” you shrug, “will you… keep me company?”

You don’t even have to ask. He’d always keep you company.

“Well, I’m not just gonna let you stand alone in the street in the middle of the night, am I?” he playfully shakes his head in disbelief, but secretly enjoys the fact that he has more time with you before you have to pay each other goodbye.

“Always knew you were a gentleman.”

“Pretty sure that was my middle name,” he notes.

“I thought you said that was ‘handsome’ once?”

“I have two,” he laughs.

“Is that possible?” you tease.

“Of course! Look it up,” he says, turning to you as he talks. “My name’s actually Lee Handsome Gentleman Juyeon, it’s on my ID and everything,” he jokes, watching as your eyes turn into moon crescents and your throat lets out a fit of amused giggles.

Another playful punch to his shoulder. A happy sigh. A shake of your head, full of disbelief.

“Damn, Juyo. I’ll miss you like crazy, you know?” you suddenly utter, making the boy’s heart fall down into his stomach. The implication of your words sounds a lot like a goodbye, and although he was aware of the fact that he was leaving before, he doesn’t think he really let the reality down on him until now.

This time tomorrow, there will be no Paris. No Marco. No Shotaro. No Bence. No French locals, no bagels for breakfast, no shitty ass dorm room.

No you.

“I’ll miss you more,” he says. He thinks he’s right.

You’ll miss him like a friend. He’ll miss you like his first love.

You stare at him for a heartbeat. One, two– before you latch onto him, much like when you first met tonight. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close, head resting on his shoulder only when you notice his hands wrapping around your middle. Breathing in your scent, Juyeon focuses very hard to keep his heart rate in check– it’s hard to not falter under your touch when your nose buries itself into his neck, cold skin nuzzling into his hot one, hands squeezing him tighter.

Juyeon doesn’t think you’ve ever hugged him like this before.

And now, you won’t ever again.

You break away from him only enough to still be in his hold, your forehead resting against his. The new intimacy between the two of you makes him gulp, eyes focused into yours– watching the silver and gold swirl around your irises, counting your eyelashes. Noticing the faint mole on the top of your nose bridge.

Foolishly letting his eyes dip lower. Memorizing the shape of your lips with his gaze. Taking in a shaky breath when he feels your fingers playing with the hair on his nape.

“Will you tell your grandkids about Paris?” you ask, voice barely louder than a whisper. Juyeon would almost think you’re suggesting something with your question, but when you speak up again, the suspicion is proved correct. “Will you tell them about me?”

The boy drags his eyes up back to yours. He examines the intention. He finalizes that he has nothing left to lose.

Tomorrow, this will all be a memory. A moment out of his reach– much like you, all this time. A moment of time he experienced and won’t ever get back.

“I will,” he nods, swallowing. “Will you?”

You smile at the boy, the curve of your lips capturing his attention again. If anyone asked, he’d tell them it’s pure biology– the way his eyes zoomed in on your mouth the moment your expression changed. That’s how attention fluctuates– he learned about it in class somewhere, he’s fairly certain.

Why he’s unable to look back into your eyes after the question is a matter of something else, though.

“I think I might,” you breathe out.

There’s buzzing in his fingertips as he relishes the moment. The sentiment makes his knees weak, his brain fuzzy, his sight blurry and a little hazed. When he finally catches a glimpse of your gaze, he finds it glued to his mouth.

He could take it as an invitation.

He won’t, though.

“Kiss me?” you ask, whispering.

He shakes his head in disapproval. “I can’t.”

Not when you’re taken. Not when he’s aware. Not when he knows you might regret this in the morning.

“Can I kiss you, then?” you ask.

That, however, is a whole other situation.

You asked to. You're making the first step. He doesn't have to feel guilty– who cares whether either of you might regret this decision tomorrow.

A simple nod–

that’s all it takes before you lock your lips with his. Your mouths move against each other with a passion he’s contained for his whole stay. You taste like vodka and orange juice, the slickness of your lip gloss making Juyeon’s lips slide against yours with more ease. He kisses you like you’d kiss your first love– with everything in him, with everything he is.

He kisses you in a way that shows he wants to remember this forever. In a way that makes you lean even closer, pressing up firmly against him as you angle your head to make the kiss deeper. One of your hands moves from behind his head to twist itself deeper into his hair, tugging a little at the root to make the boy gasp under your actions. That has you inviting your tongue into his mouth, eager to taste him, to explore.

Juyeon doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed like this. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so vulnerable, so open while kissing someone. This is him with his heart on a plate, naked and ready to be stabbed, squished by the weight of circumstances breathing onto his back.

His cold fingers move along your sides. Your hands settle on his shoulders to steady yourself, head pulling away to gasp for oxygen.

You look so pretty when he opens his eyes. Lipstick smudged and eyes blown out, hair a little messy from the October wind. He’s like an addict presented with his favorite drug– he can’t get enough, he can’t resist as he chases after you, leaving kisses along your jaw and the corner of your mouth, where the blood is, slowly meeting your lips again in another lock.

Everything else disappears. In this moment, there’s just you, you, you…

No flights. No weight of his own conscience. No boyfriends, no unsaid feelings.

No regret.

And Juyeon thought he had nothing to lose, but suddenly, with you in his arms, he feels as if he’s being stripped of everything he never even had, only got the glimpse of last minute, a few hours before he’s gone.

You lean away again. Juyeon watches you with big eyes. A smile appears on your face as you move a finger up to his face, cleaning up the side of his mouth off the dark lipstick you’ve imprinted on him. He feels fragile under your touch. One bad move and he breaks, falls apart under you.

“You have to come back to visit one day,” you whisper, cradling the side of his face.

Juyeon nods. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance.

But as you stand on your tippy toes and press a kiss to his forehead, making a million different fireworks erupt in his stomach, he doesn’t let himself think of that (im)possibility. He watches as you smile at him, locking your eyes in a gaze tender and soft, yet electrifying, holding something special.

Before you take off to meet your best friend walking up the other side of the street, you hug him one last time and whisper into his ear.

“Goodbye, Juyo.”

Seeing as you lock your arms with Dorothy, walking up into the silent house and never looking back, Juyeon lets himself feel the last hint of longing for someone he always knew would never be his. And it’s strange, because he hasn’t even left yet,

but oh, how he’d love to go to Paris again.

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aimeecarreros · 5 months

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cloverdaisies · 2 months

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# GENESIS ༉‧₊˚.

lee juyeon post apocalyptic au / juyeon x fem! reader

༉‧₊˚. “who will be first to bite into the forbidden fruit?”༉‧₊˚.

̗̀➛ genre: sci-fi, romance, action/thriller, angst, touch of fluff, suggestive, enemies to lovers.

̗̀➛ description: the world was destroyed by nuclear warfare, 177 years later the only survivors were those living in a large system of underground bunkers, with food supply running short and rationing proving no longer effective. the higher council decide to send the younger generation of juveniles to the surface to test the earth’s survivability.

̗̀➛ authors note: hi daisies, since i’m back in my the 100 phase i’m channelling my inner 15 year old jasper jordan obsessed self to write this.. i decided to rewatch s1 (refuse to rewatch later seasons for my sanity lmfao) last week whilst i was bedrotting and a spark of inspiration came to me to write this! it’s my first series on this page so do enjoy!

chapters :

̗̀➛ chapter one

༉‧₊˚. > the bunker project genesis is being discussed, it seems as if the plan to send the delinquent youth to the surface is their only chance to guarantee whether it’s truly survivable up there.. that’s if.. it is successful..

̗̀➛ chapter two

̗̀➛ chapter three

̗̀➛ chapter four

̗̀➛ chapter five

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sunfleursgarden · 6 months

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us against the world - lee juyeon

inspired by taylor swift’s champagne problems.

pairings: ex! juyeon x fem! reader

genre: angst! fluff (if you squint)

synopsis: After running away from his proposal, all Juyeon could ever think about was where it all went wrong. Showing up to your house with a heavy heart is something you weren’t ready for, but Juyeon is certain that he wants you in his life, you were simply hesitant.

warnings: angst! mentions of alcohol and blood, slight fluff (if you squint), few curse words are mentioned, somewhat forbidden love, juyeon calls you baby twice

word count: 2.7k words

note: OH MY GOD! this is my first ever publish on tumblr. i’ve been pondering a lot on whether to give this story a happy or sad ending, but hey, we’ll see... and by the way!! this is inspired by taylor swift’s champagne problems!! have fun reading !! (proofread once)

“Will you marry me?”

Splashing that tightly corked bottle of champagne, the high-spirited crowd gleamed in triumph, smiles plastered on their faces as they cheered the two of you on. His not-so-receptive relatives anticipated every minute whilst you were hesitant. You were unfathomable.

“I love you, Y/n. I’d like to spend the rest of my life loving and taking care of you.”

“Juyeon... What are you doing?” You mumbled. He was still down on one knee as he held a small velvet jewelry box. Juyeon gave you a sweet smile—a smile you know you didn't deserve.

“I'm sorry.” those were the last words you said. Juyeon’s eyebrows furrowed, confused about why you suddenly acted that way. You felt everyone’s gaze, your chest felt heavy. Staring at Juyeon, you gave him an apologetic look. He still couldn't process what was going on.

You had this forethought to run. The moment you ran, no one dared to move an inch. That moment screamed in silence. Running away from the person who desired to spend their life with you, you couldn’t prompt yourself to walk down that aisle carrying weight on your shoulders instead of flowers in your hands.

Guilt filled up your petrified heart. Absurd flashbacks start surrounding you, a champagne bottle in one hand, and a broken heart in the other. You’ve never been cognizant of how things developed into this. Perhaps you perceived that instances would change the second Juyeon’s once flexible plans became too vague and secretive for you to comprehend. You were always aware that you were preparing to get down on one knee, your friends even spoiled the surprise just for you, but you simply weren’t eager and ready for it. You and Juyeon were too different. The moment you dropped Juyeon's trembling hand as you two danced the night away, you knew you never deserved any of this.

As you ran whilst having blurry eyesight due to tears streaming down your face, it caused you to fall down the stairs and leave you bleeding on the floor. You could barely recall being put inside an ambulance and merely regained consciousness after hours of being inside the hospital.

Juyeon was beside you the entire time. Yet you couldn’t stand that, knowing he's the reason why you broke down in the first place.

After you got discharged from the hospital, you never spoke to Juyeon again. You started to disregard his phone calls, block his texts, and ignore the constant knock on your door because you know damn well that it’s Juyeon.

He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve the life you're willing to offer.

But he’d rather be hurt by you over and over again than not having you at all.

Six months had gone by.

If there’s one thing that you’ve learned during your healing, it was that your feelings were like waves. At a certain point, you realize that you’ve fully moved on and the waves have subsided, albeit the next thing you know the waves become rogue, and you’re sobbing with your head in your hands, missing what no longer was.

It’s raining. The continuous pour of water droplets reminded you of your uncontrollable tears during the last six months. You had this thought creating space inside your brain for it to wander around, it kept on asking how he was. And as if the Gods have heard your mind’s calling, a knock was heard from the door.

Looking through the peek hole, it’s as if your heart stopped beating once you saw the person on the other side.

Lee Juyeon.

You swore that if this was a dream, you’d never sleep again if it meant reminiscing or recreating distant memories. Trying to pinch yourself, you cursed over and over again, knowing for a fact that this is certainly not one of those reveries.

It took everything in you to get your trembling hand towards the doorknob and open it to reveal a drenched and intoxicated Juyeon. He reeked of alcohol—which you could already tell considering him holding a bottle in his right hand. You hated the smell, you hated that his wet figure casually made the floor of your patio slippery, but most importantly—you hated having him here.

“Why are you here, Juyeon?” You asked, surprising yourself that you did not stutter. Juyeon’s eyes met yours and stayed there, he didn't even dare to move an inch.

‘No. Not those eyes. Don’t give me those eyes.’ you thought.

“Can we please talk?” You let out a sigh. If you had a dollar every time you heard those four words during the last six months, you could probably buy yourself a car.

“Stop it. Stop hurting yourself.”

“I’m not,” He responded, but his state right now tells you otherwise.

He’s been visiting you almost every week in spite of you ignoring him. He’s been texting you nonstop. He’s been showing up just when you thought that you've finally gotten over him.

It’s hard to let go of the person you love, but it’s even harder to hold onto something that can no longer render love. The only constant thing in the world is change, it’s inevitable. Who knew that along with the seasons, your feelings would change too?

Six months ago, you were still happy with Juyeon. Six months ago, you were still in this fairytale-like romance that never failed to sweep you off your feet. You never knew that things would indeed change for the worse.

That one night, that one forethought. It all turned into something bigger than you could possibly visualize. As he got down on one knee, thoughts and notions began to consume your fragile mind, drowning you in a sea of overthinking.

His parents never liked you. You would often feel his mother’s cold gaze towards you during gatherings, and his father can’t even look you in the eye. No matter how many times he tried to persuade them, you know for a fact that they despise you.

They weren’t even there when he proposed.

Who knew that it all took you a small velvet jewelry box to conclude that Juyeon was exceedingly out of your league?

You could tell that his parents were glad—no, relieved that you ended things with Juyeon. And you know for a fact that during the last six months, they’ve been setting their son up with hyper-privileged women with rich-ass companies. They were nothing compared to you and the life you have. This made your stance even stronger because ending it all was probably for the best.

“Stop making it harder than it already is, Juyeon.”

“Just talk to me. Please. Just this once.” Those disconcerting brown eyes staring into yours.

Finally giving in, you let him inside your house. Aware that his clothes were still dripping, you rushed to your closet and grabbed the sweater that he gave you, the sweatpants that he left, and a towel.

Mentally cursing at yourself for still keeping his things, you handed it all to him and pointed towards the bathroom without saying a word.

“Thank you,” He muttered.

He placed his bottle of alcohol down your coffee table and directed himself inside the bathroom. You simply watched his statuesque figure as he closed the door. You let out an exasperated sigh, wondering what may happen.

As he got out, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He looked good, but his aura screamed in agony and despair. You could tell how much he’s been through. He sat beside you, but he wasn’t too close. You cleared your throat and moved a bit further from him.

“Can we talk now?” He asked. His voice sounded desperate, the way he said it sounded more like a plea rather than a question.

“Go on. We can talk until the rain stops,” You responded, simply staring out the window as rain came pouring down.

"Where did it all go wrong?" You turned your head to face him.

“Nothing went wrong, Ju—”

“No. Something did. We were happy, Y/n. It was us against the world.” He cut you off.

“That's the thing, Juyeon,” You stood up from the couch, still facing him. “We were against the world. No one liked me, Juyeon. Not even your family. That’s when I realized that maybe I was the problem. Hell, that's when I fucking realized that maybe I was too selfish. A selfish bitch that cared only about her own happiness when in fact you were exceedingly out of my league. We wouldn’t live a happy marriage even if we wanted to.”

“And you’d really let them define us?” This time Juyeon was the one who stood up to face you.

“I didn’t want to, Juyeon. But they made it so fucking hard for me! I could barely comprehend my thoughts whenever I was around them. They made me feel as if I did not have a place for you in your life. They made me feel as if I’m some kind of phase for you!”

“Y/n, do you know how hard it is for me to hear you cry yourself to sleep every night when we were together?”

Without realizing it, tears started streaming down your face. “It hurts me so damn much. I never cared about what people had to say regarding our relationship. I just focused on our happiness.” He continued.

“I did too. But it was all too much for me. They suffocated me too much just so I could let go of you. It made me realize a lot of things—that you deserve gold yet I was penniless. That you deserve flowers, but I can’t plant them even if my life depended on it.” You told him using nonsense metaphors to claim your case.

“There are so many more women who deserve you,”

“I don’t care about them, Y/n! I just want you in my life.”

“They’re better than me.”

“If it’s not you, then I don’t want it.”

You didn’t reply.

“I wanted to run away with you, Y/n. Run away to the life we both want without anyone telling us how to live our life.” You were too silent for his own liking, but he continued to talk.

“That night when I proposed, I expected you to say yes because I thought that you’d rather spend your life with me than break things off just ‘cause other people wanted us to.”

“I bought tickets, Y/n. I bought plane tickets to Paris. I remember you telling me how much you wanted to go there. I already pictured us there, getting married and starting our new life without suffocating ourselves in people’s demands.”

Saying that you were shocked by his revelation is an understatement. You never realized that he could’ve thought all of it through. You thought that you only kept your pain to yourself, when in fact Juyeon already had the plans for both of you secured.

“Y-You really did?”

“I did,” he moved closer to you. “But instead of a flight with you to Paris, all I had was a night train home all alone.”

You started to visualize it. An audible sigh escaped Juyeon’s lips as the sound of the train tracks echoed across his head, booking the night train might’ve somehow helped his repudiating state. He must’ve sat there alone, nothing but hurt and misery filling up his bones.

“I didn't know that.” You closed your eyes, not bearing to look at him.

“That's when I got a call from your mother, saying that you got in an accident,” You finally got the courage to look him directly in the eye without a teardrop falling down your cheek. Albeit, Juyeon’s eyes started to become teary. You felt bad. You felt guilty.

“I fell. I wasn’t thinking straight. I had the urge to run away and I did.”

“I was with you during your recovery. Your convalescent body made me weak. It made me think that I should’ve done more to avoid your overthinking. I should’ve reassured you more.”

You vividly remember how your mother went on and on about Juyeon’s stay with you while you were still confined at the hospital. She kept on telling you how Juyeon would never leave the room even if your mother told him to. Juyeon would sleep whilst sitting on the unstable plastic chair near your bed just in case you woke up.

You started to regret pushing him away the moment you regained consciousness. His frown clearly displayed devastation, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to grasp the importance of having him beside you.

“I should’ve told you I love you no matter what other people say.” Juyeon cupped your cheeks, you looked at him as the two of you continuously shed tears. You placed your hands on him, caressing them. He wiped away your tears and gave you a warm smile.

That smile. That benign curve between the corners of his lips gets you every single time.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for doubting us. I’m sorry for letting other people tell us otherwise.” You started apologizing nonstop. You could feel your eyes becoming puffy, and your cheeks becoming warm. You simply held Juyeon’s hands and looked at him, not leaving his gaze.

“Shh. I don’t blame you for feeling that way. Your feelings are valid. You are always valid. You shouldn’t change your ways just because they tell you to. You should distance yourself from people who make you feel as if you don’t deserve to be here.” all you can do now is smile. Although tears are still forming in your eyes, you now feel safe.

“You’re not hard to understand, Y/n.” Those simple words were enough to make your heart melt. Despite confusion still lingering, you could care less now that you're within Juyeon’s embrace.

Juyeon wiped your tears, he looked at you with so much love. As if the last six months have been nothing but a burden to him. As you started to conceptualize the future, you came to conclude that you don't need to do that. You realize that with Juyeon, you shouldn’t ponder over anything or anyone and simply focus on each other.

“We'll make it through together, okay? I promise.”

He brought you to the couch to sit down. He then grabbed the alcohol bottle he brought with him the moment he came and simply threw it in the bin. Juyeon has your house memorized from ceiling to floor, and he can easily tell that nothing has changed. He went to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water and soon gave it to you as he sat down beside you.

Muttering a small “thank you”, you wiped your tears and smiled at him.

“Won't it be hard?” You asked, placing the glass down.

“What will?” He asked, fixing your hair as he tucked a strand behind your ear.

“Constantly trying to keep me reassured, me getting 'what ifs', and having a hard time coping up with everyone's say.”

Juyeon didn’t say anything yet, but he pulled you into an embrace. Playing with your hair, he started to talk, “Keeping you reassured isn’t a problem, you’re my responsibility. It’s my job to keep you assured. Just tell me all of your thoughts, alright? I’ll help you get through it.”

You released from the hug. Juyeon cupped your face and caressed it gently which made you melt in his touch.

“Can we take our time?” You asked. Juyeon gave you a reassuring nod and kissed you on the forehead.

“Always, baby.” the endearment made your heart flutter.

“Wanna order something?”Juyeon nodded, “You also need to get rid of your hangover.”

“Hey! I wasn’t drunk! I didn't even finish the bottle.” Juyeon protested which caused you to giggle. You missed this. You missed him a lot.

After ordering food, the both of you cuddled with your back facing his front as his arms held you close. It was all you ever wanted.

Perhaps it had to go like this. Perhaps the distance between the both of you for the last six months was all you two need in order to breathe and grow together. Perhaps you two were meant to break and fall back together again. Whatever it is, happiness is all you ever want.

And your happiness meant being with Juyeon regardless of the ridicule and hatred your relationship got from people surrounding the two of you.

“What if the rain stops now?” You joked, looking back at him.

“You won’t be able to get rid of me, baby. I’ll always be with you.”

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Day 16: Hair Pulling - Juyeon

Pairings: Juyeon X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2,627

Warnings: Hair Pulling, Nipple play (female receiving), Oral (male receiving),

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“I’m going over to Changmin’s and I’m not sure when I’ll be back. Maybe tomorrow,” You heard your roommate say as you were watching your drama.

“All right, have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You heard her laugh before she left with all of her stuff. You let out a huge sigh of relief as you locked the door. You were all by yourself for the first time in a couple of days. You were ecstatic. You were finally able to watch your drama in peace. Your roommate liked to ask you questions about it just to annoy you. But not only that, you could call your boyfriend, Juyeon over so you wouldn't be lonely. That didn't seem like a bad idea, actually. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed your phone and clicked his contact to call him.

It rang a few times before you heard him answer, "Hey, baby,"

"Hey, Juyeon, what are you doing?" You said it a little too sweet and innocent. You knew just how to get him.

"Well, I was playing video games with Hyunjae, but otherwise nothing. Why? Are you alone?" So he was home with this roommate. Perfect.

"Yeah, my roommate went to go be with Changmin, so I'm all alone at home. Do you want to come over?"

"Oh, really?” You heard the tone in his voice change to something a little more flirty. “I’ll be there in about 20 minutes. Is that all right?"

You beamed in excitement. "Yes, that's great!"

You heard him chuckle on the other end. "Okay, I'll see you soon, baby," and then he hung up.

You put your phone down and huffed. What were you going to do while you waited for him? You may as well finish your drama episode until he came over. There were about 15 minutes of the episode left. Perfect.

Once the episode was over, the doorbell rang. You hopped off the couch in excitement, then you opened the door to see your cute man with a smile on his face. Since it was summer, he had on a muscle tee and a pair of shorts that you bought for him once.

You smiled back at him and then hugged him, feeling his muscular body against yours. He chuckled and hugged you back. You looked up at him and kissed his lips. He smiled into your kiss as he began to walk you into your apartment, closing the door and locking it behind him.

"Did you miss me?" He said to you before he attached his lips to your neck.

You moaned and nodded, unable to form words. He already had you speechless and he hardly did anything to you. You hated and loved how he did that to you. He kept nipping and kissing your neck, leaving little marks on your skin. Juyeon had you up against the wall by your door; he didn’t want to waste any time with you.

Juyeon held your hips in his hands while he kept attacking your neck with his lips. More moans left your lips as his own made their way all over your neck. You grabbed onto his soft brown hair and tugged slightly, knowing he liked it when you did that. You held him close to you as he kissed your skin.

Juyeon groaned before he pulled away from you and said, "Why don't we go to your room?" He then grabbed your hand and took you toward your room before you could respond. It's not like you were going to say no anyway.

You followed your boyfriend to your bedroom, and once you two were in, he closed the door. Juyeon smirked before he went back to kissing you, moving his hand up your shirt. He reached your breast and massaged it through your bra. You began moaning into your kiss, turning him on.

Juyeon pulled away from you and removed his shirt, revealing his toned, slim body. You bit your lip as you looked him up and down, taking in all of him. He was so hot that it felt dirty. His body was gorgeous and you were so lucky to have him. Juyeon smirked before moving towards the bed, sitting down on it.

He motioned to you with his finger and you removed your own shirt before placing yourself on his lap. The two of you began to kiss more, tongues dancing with one another's. Juyeon’s hands had gripped your waist and traced circles on your skin.

You had your arms around Juyeon’s neck and your hands in his hair as you began to grind your hips onto his growing bulge. You kept moving on top of him, making him get even harder every second. He groaned and grabbed your hips, stopping your movements. "I'm not gonna last too long if you keep that up." Then he moved your body so he was on top of you.

Juyeon kissed you once before standing up and undoing his belt, causing you to become even more excited than you were before. He then hovered over you, kissing your lips, neck, and then chest. Right when he got to your covered breasts, he kissed the top of each mound before reaching around and unhooking your bra.

You moaned when he wrapped his lips around your nipple. His tongue flicked against the sensitive nub, hardening it as you whimpered softly. He loved hearing your little mewls of pleasure, so he switched to your other nipple. You arched your back while his hand massaged your other tit and giving the nipple plenty of attention.

He groaned into your skin when you pulled in his hair. The vibration against your skin had almost turned you on more than his skillful tongue. “Do that again,” he said. A sinful smile crept on your face as you heeded his command and pulled his hair again. He always had a thing for when you pulled his hair, and tonight was no exception. The slight sense of pain was something he always enjoyed.

Meanwhile, his other hand found its way into your shorts. You moaned louder when you felt his finger on your covered clit. "Ah, Juyeonnie." He smirked into your skin when he moved his hand lower and felt the wet spot on your panties.

You moaned and arched your back, feeling his fingers dance around your center. As much as you were enjoying it, you wanted him to have pleasure. You grabbed onto his shoulders and steadied yourself on top of him. You leaned down and kissed his lips. Your hands went all over his exposed chest, then down to his growing bulge.

A deep, throaty groan came out of Juyeon as you palmed his dick through his jeans. You removed your lips from his and trailed kisses down his body. Little noises escaped him as your lips ghosted over his pale skin. He shivered when you reached the top of his pants.

Since his belt was already undone, you began to pull his pants down his legs. You looked up at him as you got closer to his hardening dick. He bit his lip as he watched you begin to tug his tight underwear down. His erection sprang free and he groaned in relief. Your eyes widened at his size even though you'd seen it many times before. Juyeon was huge and he barely fit in your mouth.

You wet your hand with your tongue before wrapping it around his hard shaft and began to pump up and down. Juyeon threw his head back, taking in the sudden pleasure. Your thumb touched his tip, causing him to shiver. You giggled before placing your lips around his dick. He definitely wasn’t expecting that you’d give him a blowjob today; he thought that you’d just want to have a quickie.

He groaned loudly when you flicked your tongue against his red and swollen tip. His breathing hitched feeling your wet appendage all over his cock. You swirled your tongue against the head, then licked up and down his shaft. Juyeon watched as your mouth took in more of him, sucking him gently.

You bobbed your head along his hardened member, but you mostly paid attention to the head of his gorgeous cock. Juyeon groaned out your name and threw his head back when your tongue flicked over his slit. The pleasure you gave him was almost too much for him to handle. He placed one of his hands in your hair and you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged a little and pulled away to breathe. He pulled you up, tugging on your hair and giving back to you what you did for him. You never told him that you liked having your hair pulled, but he knew.

You moaned into his dick when he tugged slightly, making him shiver from the vibrations. He was dripping with pre-cum and you happily lapped it up. You looked up at his pleasure-ridden face and smiled as you pumped his shaft a few times. His handsome face was contorted in pleasure and you felt proud knowing you could do this to him. He was putty in your hands. You kissed and licked his tip over and over, his breathing becoming uneven.

Every little movement you did had him closer to his climax, but he didn't want to come just yet. His hips bucked slightly, causing you to almost deep throat him again. He twitched in your mouth, so you remove yourself from him and pumped him in your hand. You kissed and licked his tip a few more times before climbing on top of him. “I was so close, why did you stop?” He groaned in frustration.

You merely smirked at your man before pushing him down on the bed. “Because I want you to cum when you fuck me.”

Juyeon smirked before biting his lip and flipping you over. He wasted no time in taking your shorts and panties off your body. You giggled, loving this side of Juyeon. Some days, he was patient with you, but today was not one of those days. He looked up and down your body before taking the condom out of the back pocket of his jeans and ridding himself of the clothing.

"Do you just carry that around with you?" You joked, looking at the condom.

He shrugged. "I like to be prepared whenever I'm with you." He chuckled before placing the rubber on his hard cock. You were practically drooling as you eyed his dick. It was beautiful to you; just the right size and shape. He was big and he hit all the right spots in you. It didn’t matter how many times you’d seen it, you'd never get used to how glorious it looked.

He hovered over you, lining up his tip with your entrance and teasing your wet folds. You moaned and threw your arms around his neck, holding his body close to yours. He smiled and kissed you as he kept up with his teasing. The head of his dick was rubbing against your clit, making you moan into his ear. The teasing was driving you crazy, so you decided to get him back by pulling his hair a little harder than earlier.

Juyeon shivered and felt himself get harder than he was before. He wasn’t sure when he started liking his hair being pulled, but he knew it was around the time he met you. He had to get into you soon or he was going to explode. "Are you ready, baby?" He asked before slowly inserting his tip inside you.

You nodded, and he pushed himself in. Your breathing hitched at the new sensation filling your body and your grip on him tightened. He went in all the way to the hilt, then he stopped moving, waiting for you to adjust. Even though you've had sex before, you still weren't used to his size.

"Ah, Juyeon....move, please." You moaned out and Juyeon didn't hesitate to heed your request. He went all the way out, then back into the hilt. Your moans were becoming louder and less whisper-like. As eager as he was to get off, he also wanted to revel in how good you felt around him.

His movements were slow but firm; they drove you crazy. He wasn't usually gentle like this, but you liked it. He placed his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, causing him to go deeper. You moaned out his name as his thrusts became quicker. Juyeon grabbed your other leg, putting it around his waist then moving his hand to tweak your nipple. You harshly bit your lip feeling a new pleasure take over your body. Each movement he did with his hips made you a mess under him.

Juyeon loved feeling as close to you as possible; it motivated him to want to please you as well as he could. No matter how many times you and him would fuck, he wanted to make sure to be close to you. Of course, he was always down to try other positions, but this was his favorite. He enjoyed being on top of you and seeing the way your body would react to his movements in you and when he would randomly kiss you.

He started to go a bit faster and became rougher with his thrusts, catching you off guard. You were writhing and moaning under him, making him want to fuck you harder. And so he did. You held onto your man, but soon enough your hands were back in his hair and tugging in time with his thrusts. You screamed and shivered when he hit the most sensitive spot inside you. His thrusts became harsher when you kept pulling on his hair; it was making him want to fuck you harder.

From the way you were moving and moaning, he knew he reached your spot. He angled his hips so that he could hit it over and over, making you get closer to your climax. The pain/pleasure of your fingers in his hair was causing him to feel his orgasm approach sooner than expected, but he knew he had to hold out for you. He had to make sure you were satisfied before he was.

"Aaahh, Juyeon! I'm close!" And that was all he needed to hear before he began attacking your neck with kisses and slowing down his hips. He was still going fast, but slow enough that you could feel every ridge of his dick going in and out of you. The knot in your stomach was beginning to unravel as he thrust into you harshly, but still gentle enough.

He held onto your hips as he felt you clench around his erection, causing him to twitch inside you. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and off rhythm as he moved one hand to your clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in circles with his fingertips and you were a wreck.

Your orgasm had begun to take over your body as you screamed, letting go of his hair and scratching on his shoulder. Juyeon had begun to slow down a little bit more as he soon came into the condom. He rode out your highs and kissed your lips softly before pulling out. You shivered at the emptiness of Juyeon pulling awake from you.

He threw the condom away and then he collapsed on the bed next to you, pulling the blanket over you two. Your sweaty, sticky bodies clung to each other as you cuddled and kissed. "Thanks for keeping me company, Juyeon." You said before you giggled and kissed his neck.

"Anytime, baby."

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AFFOGATO TELL YUU SMTH | chp 14

JUYEON VS MINJI

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daisyvisions · 6 months

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✦ Day 31 - C*ckwarming

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Vampire!Juyeon x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.1K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), established relationship, porn with little plot tbh, cockwarming, begging, blood sucking and biting (he’s a vampire duh!), strength kink (if you squint), pet names (babe, sweetheart, slut, good girl)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Naturally, I wanted to write some background to the story before getting to the nasty bits, but then I realized with this scenario? Let’s just skip to the smut shall we? 🥴 Proofread once!

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

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"Just a little more, babe. We're almost done,"

"J-juyeon, I can't," you whine as you squirm on his lap.

"Didn't you say you'd help keep me warm?"

"Yeah, but not like this!" you exclaim.

It started off as a joke, to be honest. As you were cuddling with your boyfriend on the sofa, you could feel the low temperature of his skin through your clothes. Even if you’ve been together for almost two years now, there are just some things you find yourself not getting used to.

You prop yourself up to ask him if he missed the warmth of his body while he was alive. He did, but as time went on, Juyeon had learned how to get used to the changes of his body. To him, these were just little things he had to deal with being a vampire.

You straddle his lap, asking him how you could help him get warm, especially with the autumn air slowly becoming colder as the days went by. The cogs in his brain turn as he looks up at you and smiles mischievously.

"I think I have an idea..."

Juyeon sighs deeply, satisfied with the relaxing feeling of his cock engulfed by the warmth of your walls. He nestles his face at the crook of your neck, rubbing circles at your waist as he enjoys the moment.

You gasp at the feeling of his kisses on your neck, the slight brush of his fangs on your sensitive skin as he opens his mouth. He inhales your skin, the smell of your warm blood coursing through your veins beneath enough to make his eyes roll back.

"You smell so sweet," he mumbles.

"Please touch me," you whimper, desperate for him to move inside you.

He pulls his head back as he gets a better look at your blushing face and slowly drinks up your gorgeous body.

"God, just look at you... I could just devour you right now." Juyeon's eyes slowly scan every curve and softness of your skin.

You squirm in place once again as your walls clench on his length. The way he uses his words like that is enough to get you even more hot and bothered.

You feel so full of him, the head of his cock practically kissing the sweet gummy spot inside you, begging to be nudged. If it’s one thing you’re grateful about having a vampire for a boyfriend is his gifted size.

You attempt to roll your hips in the hopes of getting at least a bit of a drag of his length in and out of you. But Juyeon presses the dips of your hips down, locking you in place with his inhuman strength.

"Now, now, I thought you were a good girl. Can't you just stay still?" he mocks you.

"W-wanna move, Juyeon, please," you gasp, feeling his cock twitch inside. "-need to feel you..."

"But you are already feeling me, babe-"

"No! I want- I want-" you whine. You attempt to roll your hips once more, but Juyeon's grip on your hips tightens as he leans forward to lick the side of your neck.

"Wa-want what?" he copies your stutter. "Wanna fuck my cock, is that it?" You nod your head vigorously.

"Such a fucking slut. You want it so bad? Then beg for it..." He slightly shifts in place, making the tip of his member nudge the spot inside you. You whimper at even the slightest movement inside.

"Please let me ride your cock! I'll- I'll be good, I promise. Please!" Your voice sounding like you might cry at any moment.

"Y-you can bite me too, promise! Please, I wanna move!" You add in.

Juyeon firmly grips your cheeks together, the pupils in his eyes blown out and almost black the moment you say those words together.

"What did you just say?" He asks slowly.

"Bite me- you can bite me," you repeat yourself, your desperate eyes looking back at his. And he could tell you’re not joking around.

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart." His voice warns you as his tone goes an octave lower.

"Please, I can take it, I swear! I'll be a good girl-" He hisses as your walls tightening. The thought of Juyeon piercing his fangs into your skin as you bounce on his cock riles you up even more.

"You sure about this? Because once I give in, I don't know when I'll be able to stop..." He asks you one more time.

Truth be told, he's always wanted to know what you tasted like but never pushed you to try it. Especially when you’d accidentally cut your finger, or when you’d have your time of the month, and so on.

But now that you're offering it to him...

"Yes, I'm sure. Now please let me move!" You whine out desperately this time.

"Fine, but if it gets too much, feel free to slap me in the face, got it?" You nod at him.

He lets go of your hips, indicating you to move as you please. You lunge forward, pressing his back onto the sofa as you start rolling your hips at a fast pace.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you moan out, finally relieving the ache inside you.

Juyeon leans his face towards your neck, the smell of your blood becoming sweeter as he deeply inhales before plunging his fangs into your sensitive skin.

"Oh fuck!" You moan out loud, both from the stinging pain of his bite and from the toxin of his fangs slowly entering your body. A sudden wave of pleasure and euphoria hits you all at once.

You could hear Juyeon groaning at the taste of your sweet blood, the lust enough for him to thrust himself into you at an ungodly pace as he embraces you by the waist.

From all the intimate times shared with one another, you both have never felt this feeling before. A feeling none of you could even describe at this point.

You both enter a state of ecstasy, not even realizing that you're both reaching your highs at the same time sooner than expected until you hear the sound of your arousal echoing in the room. The smell of sex slowly infiltrating your noses.

As soon as you both come down from your highs you both pull away, chests heaving and eyes examining one another.

You catch Juyeon by surprise as you lean forward to kiss his lips, knowing your blood is still on them, your face lighting up with a post-sex and excited glow,

"We need to do that again..."

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winterchimez · 5 months

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hi hello i am alive 🤓 irl just has been real busy lately so i haven't been online much 😭 but ive got good news as i have been working on several fics so yall can expect some new releases coming for the holiday season 👀

some snippets/spoilers on the fics i have been working on under the cut ✨

kim sunwoo

ngl this is the one im most excited to release among the 3, and this will be my longest oneshot yet 😮‍💨

lee juyeon

this is gonna be pretty angsty ngl 🫣

kevin moon

a little twist on your usual christmas stories 👀✨

#❄️ — writes!#kim sunwoo x reader #lee juyeon x reader #kevin moon x reader #buckle up folks ✨#yall are not ready for these fics 🥴#the boyz x reader

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ceebit · 1 year

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⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀ in love ⠀· l. juyeon

⟡ note : me, near tears, in cat’s dms at ass o’clock in the morning : he makes me so ill… i need to scoop his heart out and hold it with my bare hands / cat, nodding sagely : so true

⟡ wc : 0.5k. fluff. juyeon has my heart but this is old news already. (this was supposed to be his birthday fic but. brain refused to work </3 happy belated bday to the boy of my heart)

how does it feel to be in love?

eye opening, he’d answer. he’s got all these little miscellaneous pieces of information dancing around his head now, like your favorite characters from one specific movie and how you like to watch raindrops race against windows with a warm cup of tea. definitely a lot more calming than he was expecting, to say the least.

he’s heard all these stories. these tales of dramatic and life turning events leading to realizing that one person out of a billion is yours, and he doesn’t feel it. the… burning urges, the fire in his chest, the reality warping incidents. he’d rather leave that to the movies and otherworldly dates hyunjae comes back from.

but he still feels something. a deep tug in his heart when he sees you—really sees you, existing in this time and place with him—that makes the tips of his ears tinge red and common words fail to come forth. and he doesn’t know how to explain it, but while he’s heard of others that ran head first into love, he does know it more or less tapped his shoulder and smiled at him like a long lost friend.

how does it feel to be in love?

freeing, he’d add after a moment’s pause. the assurance in someone else knowing you as well as you know yourself, sometimes even better, and accepting you still, despite your faults. the settled weight in your mind and soul after giving yourself the chance to be vulnerable with someone who loves you. silent mornings spent with his head on your shoulder as the sun rises. grocery shopping after the sunday morning tide. the way your nose scrunches when you can’t help but laugh at his stupid jokes, shoving his shoulder away in the midst of trying to catch your breath.

that split second when you catch them suspended in time and think, i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you. and you feel like the luckiest person alive knowing they love you back tenfold.

saying he fell in love makes it feel like he didn’t have a choice. like you’d bewitched him somewhere down the line with your cunning wits and whims and he was merely acting with his heart and not his head.

it’s more like. a stroll? through a park with your hand in his and talking about what dog you might want to adopt one day. or like the comfort of finally crawling into bed after a long day and getting to fall asleep knowing he’ll wake up next to you.

or something. metaphors were always overused and overdone.

how does it feel to be in love?

he smiles when he thinks of you. zones out to memories that construct a web of a life he never would have dreamed of having but now holds on to with a fervor he hadn’t seen himself with—at least pertaining to love of this kind. you’ve entered his life with not a bang but a gentle push, planting seeds of your kind with his, and they tangle and root themselves within him to stay for as long as you’ll let them.

being in love feels like being yours, he’ll conclude. and that’s all he ever wants to be for you.

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cloverdaisies · 9 months

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hi.. please could you do a juyeon angst with the song nearly witches by panic at the disco i love your writing by the way, thanks

sending all my love ;)

🧸 - anon

NEARLY WITCHES ☆ L.JY

a lee juyeon angst ! only read if you would like to shed a tear or two ! f! reader !

# GHJH 🧸 anon you little gem, thank you so much! i love this song a lot as well i couldn’t believe my fkn eyes when i saw the request ! how do you know i liked p!atd ?? WHO ARE U ?? YOU ACC KNOW ME but sorry for the long wait! here it is <3 THE SENDING ALL MY LOVE?? MY SIGN OFF?! reveal yourself at once ?? who are you >:(

Ever since you’d met, he’d only shoot up with your perfume, it was the only thing that made him feel as good as you do. The sweet scent of vanilla, pine, sandal wood surfaced every sweet memory. The exact way the little things in life would bring the biggest smile to your face, holding hands walking through a local park lit up in a pinky-tangerine blend from the sunset. Watching as you giggled when a small butterfly landed on the tip of your little nose lightly blowing it off with loving laughter. Or how you'd huff and puff in little fits of cute frustration when things didn't go your way, because there sure was one thing, you never admitted when you were wrong.

After what seemed like heaven, a relationship gifted to you by god's most important angels, things soon turned into glamorous hell. You two fought over trivial things like money, who is cheating on who, where the fuck had he put your car keys. Arguments soon outweighed the bliss, going to sleep on separate sides of the bed and failing to whisper goodnight to each other. The little actions, that made you leave him, forever.

A small envelope had been shoved through the metal slot of what used to be both Juyeon’s and yours home, but now it was just him the entire place was desolate. Like Jay Gatsby, the grand walls of his home were built entirely for you, his Daisy. Without you, between the polished spruce walls of your victorian style home, it was completely empty, eeringly quiet. He never let a spot of dust touch your paintings, inspecting them everyday knowing how hard you’d worked on him. The hole in his heart couldn’t bare to remove them, it was the only thing you’d left, along with a small bottle of your perfume which he sprayed when he felt he was the most lonely. The pain he felt without you, was unbearable, everyday he perfected his appearance hoping one day you’d show up at the door and return to his arms - but after 5 years, he decided there was no hope.

Juyeon reached to pick up the letter, immediately recognizing the handwriting on the front and scrambling to tear the envelope.

DEAR JUYEON LEE

you have been cordially invited to a night service to celebrate the wedding of:

(your name) & partner

at: oak tree hall, west avenue

date/time: Wednesday 17th January, 7:00pm

RSVP: 000-000-000

Immediately, he felt his heart shatter like fine glass, falling to his knees, with tears threatening to spill from his familiar cat-like brown eyes. Crumpling the page into a tight ball before booting it across the halls, landing with a light thump on the preserved wooden flooring.

You’d found someone knew, even worse, you’d been planning to marry someone that wasn’t him. He’d tried to do the same, but every woman that lied in his satin sheets were gone the next day because they could never compare to what you were, an angel sent especially for him - you were perfection in its finest form, everything he ever wanted and he still couldn’t give in after all these years. He only had one regret, and that was you. The love he felt for you, he would never feel again.

For days, Juyeon moped in your memories, finding a small scrapbook of yours that he’d kept neat ever since you’d left. With messy black hair laid between the pillows of the bed that once belonged to both of you, he flicked every page of photos that captured your happiest memories. With a bitter sigh, he reached to his night stand to grab that small bottle of perfume you’d left, which he used so sparingly to prolong its life. However, as he held the bottle up in front of his face and whined to himself when he saw that there was no more than a small drop left in the bottom of the glass container.

4:00pm, the miniature grandfather clock on his bedside chimed, it was Wednesday 17th January, while Juyeon refused to accept the invite you’d sent him, thinking it was above unordinary that you’d dare invite your ex to a wedding with your new partner, he was still in cahoots with his conscience on showing up.

He’d waited years to see you, despite the setting, it was his only chance to see you after all this time and perhaps maybe there was just one chance he could win you back, however he knew that was impossible, this was you showing him that you’d moved on, this was your spiteful move after all this time, the pain he caused you, you were giving back after years and yes it hurt him - like a shit load of bricks collapsing on him all at once, that was your intention, despite the fact you didn’t know that all he wanted was you, he waited all this time.

Juyeon couldn’t pass up on the chance to see you, for the first time in 5 years, probably the last time he’d see you in many to come. So he rose from the cream satin sheets of his grand bed and waltzed to the bathroom with a glint of ambition in his once dull eyes.

Showering, shaving the stubble he’d grown after days of not looking after himself so much since he knew you wouldn’t be visiting anytime soon. He neatly organized every strand of his hair to perfection before sighing and observing himself in mirror. A gorgeous man, he was, however over the years he was seeing that less and less, feeling more lonely and unwanted everyday which made him lose any sense of esteem he had left.

Juyeon had collected a huge wardrobe of clothes for himself, filled with neat shirts which the maid had ironed every day by his request, along with dresses for you which he’d bought in your size to surprise you with when you returned. Browsing each suit he owned, navy, maroon, pin stripe, grey, he eventually settled on a neat black suit he’d bought in case he ever had to attend something like a wedding - never guessing it would be yours. It had double rows of buttons and was paired with a long sleek black tie, the color complimented his every feature.

And by the time, he’d decided with himself it was around 6:20pm, he went to collect the chauffeur from his quarters and was met with a high look of confusion from the man when Juyeon had mentioned he needed to attend a wedding.

“Who’s wedding are you attending sir?” The chauffeur noisily asked from the front seat of the car, the sound of rain pattering on the metal roof drowning out his gruff voice.

“It will be (your name) and her new fella of sorts.” Juyeon attempted to separate his emotions from his speech, using a calm tone in order to avoid spitting the words from his lips.

“I’m so sorry sir, I thought one day she would return to you, not dare meet somebody new.” He replied with a saddened tone in his voice, attempting not to sound like he was sucking up to his employer in any way.

“Yeah, well I guess it’s life, people move on.” Juyeon grumbled closing off the conversation as they arrived outside Oak Tree Hall, the place you’d always decided you would be getting married. An old but grand building decorated in marble, surrounded by foliage and every kind of flower the earth has to gift.

Exiting the car and telling the chauffeur to come back at a certain time, Juyeon took a sharp breath of hesitance before taking another step towards the building. Guests spilling into the building from the ceremony which he wasn’t invited to, the chaos of jazz music sounding from every window that had been pushed out ever so slightly.

The bar was a disaster, with men and women queued chaotically trying to purchase an ounce of liquor. The dancefloor already full with people jovially swinging to the tunes in the background. To Juyeon, it was a huge mess and could never imagine this is what his own wedding would be like, he knew deep down that you probably thought that too. You were a character of elegance and class not whatever this disaster in front of him was.

He looked around for you, scanning the crowd with hopeful eyes until he saw the beautiful satin white gown fit for the most gorgeous bride trailing across the ground. You too were looking around over the crowd, as if you were trying to spot someone, he noticed how gorgeous your every feature still was, unchanged, his heart felt as if it was putting itself back together until he met your gaze. Your eyes landed on him, you couldn’t believe he was there, how badly you wanted him there, yet you thought he wouldn’t show. He looked the same, unchanged, he was gorgeous, his every feature still perfect. You wished you could run to him, you wished you could escape what you’d fallen into but you were frozen in time.

“My parents are over there darling, shall we go see them?” Your newly wed, pulled at your arm it wasn’t a question it was a demand and you were ripped from the gaze of your past lover.

Juyeon sighed to himself, however this seemed to bring him some clarity, you had moved on, now he can too, there was no way he would be getting you back and that was how he saw the close of your relationship together.

He sat down at one of the tables, where his allocated seat seemed to be, retrieving a glass of red from one of the servers waltzing the room.

He watched you greet each table, anticipating your arrival at his own, eventually you would be walking over slightly not managing in the little heels you’d worn. You smiled politely at him when you caught his eyes, he smiled back with no concern as the groom looked him up and down with slight jealousy in his eyes.

“Who’s this?”Your new partner asked, pointing towards Juyeon with a stern voice, noticeably irritated by his well kept demeanor and good looking features.

“This is Juyeon, an old school friend of mine!” You lied, Juyeon didn’t react physically but was confused with the false introduction, yet he went along with it nodding to your words.

“Congratulations.” Juyeon smiled, shaking his hand firmly, seemingly shutting the mouth of your partner with a polite yet passively aggressive interaction.

“Thank you.” Your partner smiled, looking behind him slightly to roll his eyes before snapping back to the conversation.

“Mày I have this dance?” Juyeon asked bravely as the song changed to a slower ballroom song, looking at your new husband for approval before he nodded and Juyeon took your hand.

His hand cupping yours, set sparks flying through your every vessel and his too, the shear feeling of his warm skin refreshed every memory. His scent was masculine, the same aftershave he’d always used overwhelming your every sense. You’d also always worn the same perfume, Juyeon being able to take in the scent as he closed into your neck, clasping one of your hands with his and placing another hand on your waist.

“Hello there, liar.” Juyeon spoke first, causing you to chuckle slightly as he’d always maintained the same humor over the years.

“I had to lie, if he knew I invited my ex he’d kill me.” You replied, with a sad laugh looking up at his concerned expression.

“He doesn’t need sorting out does he? He’s not hurting my sweetness is he?” He asked snidely, almost hissing out the words, the terms of endearment flipping your guts upside down in excitement.

“N-no, nothing like that he’s just a bit of a control freak. I love him though, it’s tolerable.�� You replied, squeezing his shoulder in reassurance, unable to look at him as you think you may pass out if you did, due to his beautiful face and nature.

"That's not something you want to be saying about someone you've just married." He laughed, sending joy to your heart with the shear sound of voice.

"I guess not, is it?" You replied sarcastically, still not being able to look him in the eyes, as you swayed on the dancefloor.

As the both of you moved across the dancefloor, it was evident the song was coming to a close. It’s been years since you’ve felt the comfort of him, years since you’d felt this way. Finding the strength to look him in the eyes and almost melt into his touch. It was magical, the way he held you, the way he looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world.

"I've waited years for you." Juyeon replied shortly before going to speak again. " So if you change your mind you know where I am. Goodbye my sweetness."

With one last squeeze of your waist he let you go on the last string of the song, stunned for words, you wished you could run after him and kiss him until time ended, but your new husband had already whisked you away. Pulled away from what you didn't know you'd always wanted. You’d made a huge mistake, and as you watched Juyeon leave the room you couldn’t help but feel your heart break. Years were wasted with a man that could never make you feel the way he did, an unforgivable amount of time had passed and it was your fault. You’d put him through so much pain you wished you could take back, but you were trapped, it was too late.

It was too late for you both, hands in his pockets he walked out into the night, maybe one day you’d return, a singular tear fell from his eye. It was time to move on.

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sunfleursgarden · 6 months

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THE BOYZ MASTERLIST! ☆

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪⠀. ִ ་ ּ 𓄹 ⊹

Lee Sangyeon

— nothing to see yet.

Jacob Bae

— nothing to see yet.

Kim Younghoon

— nothing to see yet.

Lee Jaehyun

— nothing to see yet.

Lee Juyeon

us against the world paring: ex! juyeon x fem! reader synopsis: After running away from his proposal, all Juyeon could ever think about was where it all went wrong. Showing up to your house with a heavy heart is something you weren’t ready for. But Juyeon is certain that he wants you in his life, you were simply hesitant.

Kevin Moon

— nothing to see yet.

Choi Chanhee

— nothing to see yet.

Ji Changmin

— nothing to see yet.

Ju Haknyeon

— nothing to see yet.

Kim Sunwoo

LOVE WITHOUT NOTICE (SERIES) — From fake dating to realizing that his heart was capable of being in love, this story will take you on a thrilling journey between two bestfriends who discovered that love is so much more than what people say. Will they find their happily ever after? (wanna be added to the taglist? click here)

Eric Sohn

— nothing to see yet.

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yessa-vie · 4 months

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12.01 || PIRATE KINGDOM || C.S. SMAU

→ SS NUMBER. 06.

→ WORD COUNT. 13,357.

→ IMPORTANT. normalization of drinking, a lot of pining, Juyeon and y/n are idiots, a lot of teasing from friends, a bit of grinning, mentions of puking.

⇦ || pk || masterlist || 12.02 (📝) || ⇨

You genuinely didn’t expect for Juyeon to have bought you coffee on that day. You didn’t even expect him to have bought you coffee every single day since you two bumped into each other during practice, and yet, here you were, making your way to the guys dressing room before heading back to the dancers area to get ready for the run through that was going to happen in a few hours, along with hair and makeup you would have to go through.

Everything was new to you; at the same time everything was the same. You knew the people on that building, your work as an MC wasn’t too long ago for you to forget the ways around the building, not forgetting to answer back to every person that talked to you, especially the staff from MNET itself that had always been nice to you. Yejin decided to stay back, she had met with a few other people from the dance industry, so you were on your own as you knock on their door, smiling widely as you saw Juhakyeon open the door for you and your mind quickly reminded you of the previous conversation with Wooyoung.

How many more people knew them and you?, that was the question that was coming and going from your mind for a few days now, even more since you woke up to Wooyoung’s texts right after Hyunjin’s alarm woke up the entire sleeping part of the dorm. You needed to have a serious conversation with him about it once you got back.

“I was told to come here, but-”

“And you were told correctly,” Sangyeon was quickly by Hak’s side as they both pulled you into their room before you could have the slightest thought of leaving. “When did you arrive?”

“Not long,” you chuckled and were quick to meet with New’s smile and hug, followed by a few tickles on your side. “Chanhee, if you keep with that work, you’ll lose your position as my favorite in The Boyz…”

All the guys laughed loudly, and you were soon to meet with the others that started to gather around you, all but one, that made you hold your tongue not to ask. Yejin had made enough comments for you to rethink most of the things you said and did regarding Juyeon. The truth was, you were having fun with him, he was easy to talk to, fun to be around, it was like it was just you two and how well you got each other, and that has been enough for you to want him around for a good amount of time.

Not that the other guys from The Boyz weren’t, you had gotten extremely close with Q, New, Younghoon, Hyunjae, Sunwoo and Eric, the latter being the second most that you talked to after Juyeon. You had noticed the exchanging looks between all of them, especially when you and Juyeon were close together, but that didn’t seem to bother him, or if it did, he didn’t let it show, so you did that as well. It wasn’t like you were oblivious to how beautiful Juyeon was, you knew that the second you and the others started to watch them at the Skids dorm that night, but once you saw him face to face, it took you a while to get used to.

There was a reason why Juyeon, Hyunjae and Younghoon were called the Bermuda line, they were definitely the few ones that took you a while longer to feel comfortable and to not make it look like a complete teenage fangirl, luckily, they helped a lot and you saw them controlling themselves to not do the same to you, which relaxed you a little bit. But Juyeon was still an enigma to you of sorts.

Before you could think much an arm appeared in front of you with a hot cup of coffee, a hand slightly on your back and Juyeon’s cologne found its way to your nostrils and you held yourself not to close your eyes that were wide open from the surprise before turning to him, finding two crescent moons with a wide smile towards you.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t get me coffee.”

You giggled as you took the coffee in one hand and hugged his waist with the other, your head going against him chest and you could’ve sworn you heard his accelerated heartbeat, but you couldn’t be sure. You saw his ears turn slightly red before he lowered his head.

“I was joking, but I was scared that you would actually take it seriously,” his hand scratched the back of his neck and your eyes averted to his muscles for a second before focusing on his face that was still eyeing the floor, “Minho was actually the one that said if I wanted to get you coffee I should and that you weren’t mad, that I would actually surprise you with it, so I took the shot I guess…”

Your eyes widened a little.

Minho also knew them.

Juyeon and Minho were talking about you.

You felt butterflies in your stomach and felt the tingle on your cheeks, trying to hide it behind the rim of the cup, feeling completely aware of his eyes now on you, as yours were on the floor. Why would they talk about you? What would they talk about you? Why Minho never said a word about knowing Juyeon while he heard you vent to Hyunjin this morning?

“Does everyone know everyone in this industry?”

You said low, but you both chuckled at your question, and he nodded.

“We’ve been friends since debute, he’s actually one of my closest friends if I may say,” you almost choked on your coffee and the smirk on Minho’s face from breakfast came back full force into your mind. “You ok? Did I-”

“I’m fine!” Your voice was quick, and you notice some of the members hide a smile or a laugh, but Juyeon’s eyes were still full of concern. “I’m fine, I just… He never said you guys were friends, I mean… I knew that Felix and Han were close with Eric and Sunwoo, earlier I found out Hak and Wooyoung from Ateez also know each other, so like… It still shocks me how so many people I know also know each other.”

“Yeah, it’s crazy, but I promise I didn’t say anything bad about you to Minho, and neither did he,” his smile was still present, and you could feel your full face turning red, so you nodded before drinking a bit more of your coffee. “You have the schedules?”

“Yes!” Your eyes averted to the place he pointed, where Jacob and Kevin were scanning and you decided to join them, fully aware of Juyeon behind you as you seated beside Kevin who gave you a tight hug and Jacob took your hand kissing the back of it, both of them smiling at you. “So, you guys excited?”

You felt the space beside you sink, but you felt Juyeon behind you, surprised a little by the sight of Eric beside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you kissed the crown of his head.

“Took you long enough,” his voice was tired, and you knew they all haven’t slept much with the whole prep for the comeback. “Where is the coffee from? Can I have some?”

“No idea, and no you can’t, Juyeon got it for me, and I think I slept like only two hours today, I need this.” You laughed as you turned the cup again feeling the warmth of the coffee fill you up and awake your brain. God you were thankful for Minho and Juyeon at that moment. “Also, when are you guys getting ready for the stage?”

“Probably while Pentagon is at their training session,” Q’s voice made you shot your eyes up, finding him already smiling at you as he squatted on the other side of the table looking at the sheet of paper for the performance order. “New was right, you look dead.”

“You two are no longer my favorites!”

They all laughed as they gathered closer to the couch and table you and the others were.

“They haven’t been your favorites since Juyeon started to take you out of practice to eat,” it was Sunwoo who said it loud and clear, and you held your gaze to not meet his that was already on you. “No need to pretend, you say it yourself on your twitter he was now your favorite!”

“True, but still…” Your mind then remembered of the comments that picture brought, and you eyed all of them concerned a little. “You guys all know I like all of you right? This is just a joke, right?”

They all laughed loudly before you felt a hand on your left shoulder finding Younghoon looking at you with joyful eyes.

“We are just messing with you, (y/n), don’t worry about it!”

His hand patted your hair, you rested your head on Kevin’s shoulder before taking the last drop of the coffee that Juyeon had gotten you.

“Is Zombie (y/n) a nice zombie or a mad zombie?”

You chuckled with him, Jacob and Eric as he spoke it in english, something they decided they were gonna do it with you so your english got better and you possibly have better work opportunities as you had told them a few days back.

“Depends on who’s asking.”

Your eyes quickly averted to Eric that raised his hands up as if pretending innocence and you quickly jumped on him, hugging him tightly making everyone laugh as you two almost fell out of the couch. A knock on the door made all of you exchange glances and one of the staff members to open it up coming back with a few bags of sandwiches and you all knew what those meant, so it got you excited.

“There’s one for (y/n) as well…” At Sangyeon’s words, you suddenly froze, it had been a while since people sent in their names and phones numbers to you from those sandwiches, and you didn’t really expect to happen here. You were supposed to be just a dancer. “How did they know you are here?”

“That’s the million-dollar question…”

Your laugh was week and they all noticed, but it was Jacob’s comment that made you take this the fun way that you were previously.

“Could be from the skids or your friends, no? They know you are here with us.”

You shook your head slightly as you noticed them all opening the sandwich bag and their comments as to whom got numbers and who didn’t and which ones they got.

You knew they were popular, but you didn’t expect for them to get so many numbers, and not only from idols, but also from the dancers that were gonna be on the show that you knew about thanks to Yejin.

“Bermuda line strikes again!”

You heard someone say, probably Sunwoo and your eyes shot back finding Hyunjae waving four papers, Younghoon with six and Juyeon with eight papers waving at the others. You laughed along with the others, aware of all their eyes as you noticed Juyeon discard the eight pieces of paper before starting to eat.

“Too good for those?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care…”

He answered New’s question, and you heard all the boys tease him.

“Why? You have someone that we don’t know?” You felt the whole room go silent and you suddenly regretted asking, especially as you felt Juyeon’s eyes stop on you while he whipped some of the residue of the corner of his mouth. “Maybe one of them can catch your eye and you are running away for what? So, I get it if you have someone-”

“I have my eyes on someone actually,” he cut you off and you felt your stomach drop. You didn’t know what made you ask that, you two had gotten close, but your relationship with him was different than the one with Eric, Sunwoo and Hyunjae, maybe you had crossed a line. “She doesn’t know it yet though, but I don’t want to lead people on, not until I tell her about it and have her rejecting me at least.”

“She’d have to be crazy to reject you,” you voice came before your brain could stop your mouth from opening; you felt all eyes were on you both, but you didn’t actually care for once. You didn’t want someone that you cared about to deprive themselves of falling in love or do whatever made them happy, and all these boys had become people that you care about, even if some more than others. “Also, you could always ask for help for others to know what she thinks of you,” you giggled opening your bag of sandwich, aware of all the exchange of glances between the eleven members, “so tell me who she is, maybe I can help?”

You eyed Juyeon before opening your sandwich already ignoring all the papers you got, mainly after you saw Hyunjin, Hari and Yejin’s name in there.

“Someone is as popular as the Bermuda line apparently.”

You then lifted your head meeting Hak’s smirk as he pointed to the mount of papers beside you.

“It’s just my friends playing a prank, don’t get too excited, Hak!”

Before you noticed, Eric got the numbers and ran away from you, Kevin’s hands quickly on your waist stopping you from going after Eric who was already reading the names on each paper. You smiled victorious as all the names so far had been of your friends. Hari had started that when you became an MC, the girls and some of the guys quickly joined in for the laugh of it.

“Wooyoung from Ateez?” Eric’s eyes went towards Hak that laughed loudly followed by you, getting weird eyes from everyone. “What’s so funny?”

“Binnie probably told him about it, we are friends, he already has my number though,” you laughed loudly as you saw Eric rolled his eyes. “You know, there are no new names in there, it’s literally just my-”

“Minchan from VERIVERY!” He cut your sentence and everyone went silent, all the sudden you felt a pit on your stomach, was he being serious? “Hyojin and Wyatt from ONF!” Eric was smiling and laughing, some of the others were too, some were just eyeing you and you were still processing everything. “All the guys from Golden Child and some of the kids from TOO and one that I cannot read it though,” as he finished, your mouth was open wide and you were still processing the amount of numbers you had received. “So, who you gonna call?”

“No one?” Your voice was quick, making all the boys eyed you curious. “I’m sure there’s been a mistake or something.”

“I don’t think so though,” Hyunjae was the one that commented, making your eyes averted to him, noticing how the guys that were behind you were eyeing you curious. “Some of them found out that you were dancing with us, some we told because we were excited, others saw on twitter, others heard from someone else, but there’s no denying you are attractive (y/n) and since you are here as a dancer and not necessarily you, the famous actress, they probably felt confident to send it to you…”

“Unless…” You heard Jacob’s words as you felt his eyes studying you; a small smile on his lips and you just eyed your sandwich, trying your best to not look anywhere else, especially not at your left as you felt his eyes burning over your skull. “No shit, you do like someone!”

“No, I don’t!”

Although your answer was quick, it was what it needed for the boys to gather closer, smile on their faces as they got closer, Eric quick by your side.

“So, you lied to me and you have a boyfriend.”

“Is it Cha Eunwoo?”

You scolded Eric and turned to look at New who was eyeing you with a spark of joy from the gossip. There was a reason you, him and Q were constantly talking, you three liked to gossip about life in general, with that thought you just rolled your eyes before putting the sandwich down and held your head with both hands.

“But Han said you two weren’t a thing?!”

“Oh God, you and Eric being friends with the Skids are some of my worst nightmares right now, Sunwoo!” You said loudly as you eyed them. “Me and Eunwoo are just friends! I do not have a boyfriend; I didn’t lie when I said that!”

“So, you have a crush on someone?”

Yonghoon’s voice was soft behind you, making you stop on your tracks.

Did you?

The conversations with the girls came back to your head, all the conversations you had with Hyunjin about the practice with the guys and how one person constantly was part of it and how you became so eager to see him more and more every single day. And that person was in that room with you, currently behind you.

But he had eyes on someone, he just told you that himself. If you told them yes, they would want to know who it was and wouldn’t stop until they found out, if you said no, they knew you’d be lying your ass off and maybe try to get the truth out of you. The best was to ignore the question.

As if your prayers have been heard, Yejin appeared at the door of their room, her eyes were curious for a second as she saw how quiet it was, becoming concern as her eyes landed on you.

“Yejin! What’s up?”

It was Sangyeon that asked, implying for her to come inside, she just shook her head looking at you before eyeing the rest of the boys with an apologetic smile.

“They are asking for the dancers, so I came to get (y/n),” some of the boys groaned as you nodded and got up from the couch, saying a quick and general goodbye before interlacing your arm with Yejin as you two went back to the corridor. “What happened?”

Her whispered was more like a shy breath and you probably wouldn’t have heard it if our senses weren’t so heightened at that moment, but before you could answer, you heard Juyeon’s voice calling you and you turned, meeting his eyes and a shy smile caring your sandwich bag and handing it to you.

“You should eat, the performance is later, but the sooner you eat the less likely you get sick or something.”

“Oh, thanks Ju-yeon,” you wished none of them realized how you took a little longer to finish his name, as you got used to calling him only Ju whenever you two were alone together, thanks to all the attention you two always brought upon yourselves. His smile got brighter, the crescent moons were present and you couldn’t hold back your own smile. “Don’t you forget to finish eating; you need your strength.”

He nodded and you both eyed each other for a moment, nothing passing by Yejin’s watchful look, and honestly, you were thankful, because you would need her help figuring it out if you really started to develop a crush on Juyeon.

“As to what happened in the room, the guys-”

“It’s fine!” You voiced quickly getting a questioning eye from Yejin as Juyeon nodded shyly. “I’m sorry if I pushed you earlier, you don’t need to tell me who you have eyes on, I just want to help, but I get it if you don’t want to tell me.”

Juyeon stood there staring at you, you noticed his eyes going all over your face, lading or your lips, making you conscious to lick them and at that, his eyes found yours one more time before he sighs and nodded with a sly smile.

“I promise I’ll tell you, I just-”

“Take your time, it’s fine, really!” You both smiled and you lifted the sandwich bag. “Thank you by the way, see you at the last rehearsal?”

“Promise I won’t bump into you this time.”

“No problem, because if you do, I’m sure you’ll be able to catch me.”

You tried not to notice Yejin beside you, but Juyeon smirk soon caught all your attention before he nodded.

“I’ll always catch you, if you need me to.”

He then turned back heading towards the waiting room he and the others were as you spin on your heels taking Yejin by the arm and having quick steps the furthest away from Juyeon and his ridiculous smirk that’s being on replay in your head over and over again.

You were fucked.

Yejin kept quiet as you guided them further and further away from the waiting rooms.

“Ok, we are far enough, care to explain what that was?”

Yejin held you in place and yet you didn’t meet her eyes, the previous encounter still lingered in your head.

“I don’t know what you mean, Jinx…”

“I don’t know what you mean, Jinx,” she mocked you before rolling her eyes and make you look at her. “That was the most I saw you flirt in ages! And not joke flirt, actual flirt!”

“Stop, that was not-”

“Now I get what New said about when you two flirt on twitter and face to face,” you rolled your eyes at her knowing smile before you both look around to make sure no one would listen to you two. “Gotta say, I prefer the face to face flirt interaction!”

“Good for you, because that’s all it’s gonna be,” you chuckled before taking her hand to go back to where the dancers were, you knew she didn’t mean it what she said to get you out of the room, yet you wanted to pretend to be normal just for a little bit, that was what was supposed to be. “When it’s our time to make up and such?”

“How can you think about that right now? And what do you mean that was all it was gonna be?”

She stopped on her tracks, making you do the same and eye her before looking around and getting close to her.

“Because he has eyes on someone, so even if we do flirt, it’s pointless, because of course he wouldn’t be interested in me when he’s like that…”

Yejin opened her mouth to say something before closing and shaking her head closing her eyes as well, making you give her a confused look.

�� “How you know he has eyes on someone?”

“Because he told me?” Her eyes shot open, and you quickly explained what had happened before she arrived at their waiting room, making her slightly giddy from time to time, before you shut her up, to finish with your part. “Like, I know Eric wasn’t lying because after he put the papers on the table and I manage to see the names, but still, it was weird.”

“Because you have a crush on Juyeon.”

“Yeah– wait!” Yejin’s mouth open wide, her eyes were glowing like two supernovas, she started to go around and jump and giggle while you followed her trying to keep her quiet. “Yejin, I’m serious! I just told you he has eyes on someone! Are you just happy because you girls were proven right?”

“And because of how big of an idiot you are, but yes!”

“We should go, they are probably already starting with our team’s hair and makeup.”

“Can I send this to our chat thought?” You rolled your eyes but smiled nodding. “Everyone is gonna freak!”

You laughed as you saw her type away as you took the sandwich out of the bag and the plastic to eat. The papers were thrown inside the bag and you eyed them for a second before shaking your head and bite the sandwich. Just like Juyeon, you wouldn’t feel comfortable texting one of those number if you weren’t completely open to actually get to know them. At that thought, your mind wander to whom would be the girl he liked?, what she looked like?, how they met?, her hair color?, how close they were?, were they friends?, was it a distant crush? You had so many questions and you felt an ache in your stomach and you knew it wasn’t because of the time since you had last eaten.

It was the first time in the past two years that you have felt like that, and obviously it had to be for a guy that wouldn’t look at you like that, that you ended up befriending and having the funniest way to get close to him, to feel comfortable with him. Of course he had a crush, of course the girl would have a crush on him too, not only because of his looks, but also because of his personality. Juyeon was one of the sweetest and funniest guys without even trying, you’d have to be mad to not like him in any way.

You were so focused on your own thoughts that you haven’t even realized that your phone had not buzzed even though Yejin’s fingers and giggles could tell that she was telling everything to the girls, what you didn’t know was how they had created a group with a few people just to talk about it. Even though you weren’t aware of it, Juyeon was aware, more than aware as Eric, Sunwoo and Hak told him that you had a crush, and it was him.

He was aware of the flirt comments you two gave each other, but he was also aware that you gave them to the others as well, so that was probably just your way. They tried to tell him that Yejin was the one telling them this, yet, he couldn’t believe it, maybe she was saying that because of the interaction she had witnessed between you two, maybe she was right, maybe she wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to make a move on you, not yet at least.

At this point he was a coward, because you two had gotten along so well and he had heard how annoyed you’d get whenever someone would say you and one of your friends were together just because you got along. He didn’t mind the guys saying those things, he felt his heart flutter every time it happened, but even if you never said anything against it, he knew you didn’t like it, yet, his heart couldn’t stop reminding him that whenever they did that about you two, you wouldn’t say a thing against it, you would just brush it off, but did that meant that you didn’t mind being connected to him in some way?

You were thankful that you manage to get ready with Yejin and the other girls, mainly because you could update each other without the fear of someone overhearing the conversation, also, the girls made sure to get you some good clothing options for that night. If you were honest, you knew you wanted to dress well, but something in you wanted to spice up a little for that night and, although you didn’t want to acknowledge it, didn’t mean the girls wouldn’t, but luckily they kept the teasing to a minimal, mainly when you realized that you have been crushing on Juyeon for quite some time now, even if had gotten worse since you two started to have one on one sort of dates during rehearsals.

Neither you nor they got into the fact that he had eyes on someone, the main focus was on the fact you finally had a crush, even if – in your mind – wasn’t reciprocated. You weren’t gonna lie, you missed the butterflies and the good anxiety with the idea of seeing someone that you were crushing on. You had attractive guys bringing those reactions, but it wasn’t the same. Juyeon had caught your eye from the first time you saw him in an MV, although you didn’t know who he was, he had caught your eyes with his face, dance and voice, once you met him, it just appeared natural to be drawn to him, once you first started to talk, you should’ve know you were starting to develop a crush, but you were rusty and an idiot.

You were even more of an idiot whenever you remembered he had eyes on someone and that you were, once again, crushing on someone that would not become anything more than a friend. Except that this time, you weren’t the one putting the boundaries like it was with Eunwoo, it was destiny or whatever you wanted to call it and you hated it. Why you had to have a crush on one of them? Why couldn’t it be one of the dancers or such?

“Stop overthinking,” you heard Yejin say before stopping the car and turning it off, you two have arrived to TBZ dorm. “Don’t give me that look, I know you!”

“But Yejin, c’mon, why it had to be now? Why it had to be him?”

“How about we forget about that for tonight, bun?” Her hand went for your shoulders shaking it off a little and you gave her a sly smile, receiving a smirk in response. “You look hot, you don’t have to work tomorrow, you are among friends, let loose, drink for me and you, I promise I’ll take care of you,” she giggled as you shook your head, she knew you never let loose without them, it was too risky. “Also, the Skids are all here if I’m not mistaken, so I’m sure they’ll take care of you too if needed.”

“All of them?” You currently remembered the waiting room situation and how they all appeared to be friends and how Minho was a close friend to Juyeon. “You sure?”

“Yeah, Hyunjin texted us wanting to know when you arriving and all the Skids said the same, that they miss you and such, I swear those guys have a problem with separation anxiety!”

You laughed loudly because you knew it to be true, but you also missed them a lot that day. You all got used to have the other close, so you understood, but you also knew that they hated to go some places by themselves.

“We should go then,” you giggle as you pushed your dress down a little bit more down your tights before exiting the car with Yejin. You both give your names at the entrance and the security allows both to go up the elevator to the rooftop where the party of the guys was happening. “How do I look?”

“He’d be nuts if he doesn’t notice you.”

“That’s not what I meant though,” you lowered your head trying to hide the redness, but only made Yejin giggle and pull you to face her, “but thank you.”

Both your laughs erupted as the elevator doors open and you both were greeted with the heavy music and all the dancers that were with you two, along with some members here and there from the other groups, with some other idols as well, but curiously enough, the place wasn’t as packed as you expected.

“Fucking finally!” Jisung was quick to pass his arm around your shoulder as his other hand held a can of beer. “I thought you girls weren’t coming anymore!”

“You really think I’ll dress like this to stay home?”

“Have to agree, Angel,” Felix’s deep voice caught your attention and you found Eric and Sunwoo not far behind, “that would be a waste of the worst kind.”

You hugged all four boys and so did Yejin before she went to grab both of you something to drink. Your eyes wander the place finding a few of the Skids, some other idols you have met before but never paid much attention besides professional, some of The Boyz and finally finding Felix’s smart eyes on you.

“Where’s Hyunjin? He was annoying me to come quick and yet he’s nowhere to be found!”

“I think I saw him and Younghoon not long ago,” Eric’s voice was muffled but you still manage to understand what he said. “I think they were close to the balcony though.”

You nodded and made your way towards the balcony trying you best to not having your eyes wander around the place looking for a specific pair of eyes, hopefully, on you. Yejin found you mid-way, giving you a cup full of alcohol – as you realized as you pulled the cup closer to take a good sip – before interlacing your arms as you two kept going towards the balcony.

The closer you got to the balcony, more packed it looked like the place was and no sign of Hyunjin anywhere, but before you could curse again, both you and Yejin heard your name being called before your best friend appeared in front of you accompanied by Younghoon that said hello to the both of you before Hyunjin got closer to you.

“Come, we are at a place less packed and got food and drinks,” you could see his smile and smell the alcohol he had already consumed, but you knew he still wasn’t drunk enough. “I texted Lix and Ji, they’ll probably be here soon as well.”

Yejin was already on her way while talking to Younghoon, while you felt Hyunjin’s arm over your shoulder leading you towards the place he had said, you quickly took a few more sips of your drink as your left hand met his waist. You didn’t know what Yejin had put on your cup, but you could already feel a little lightheaded, but not enough to meet with the two dark orbs that had their focus on you as you reached your destination.

He was handsome, beautiful and that outfit should have been illegal for him to wear it, yet you couldn’t really take your eyes off him, barely realizing he was doing the exact same thing to you, eyeing you from above the rim of his can of beer. It looked like everything was in slow motion from both sides, neither could take the eyes out of each other as Hyunjin guided you all the way up, with Minho pulling you to his side, staying between you and Juyeon, only then, your eyes went down, while his kept on your face, noticing how red your eyes were and how your cheeks had a bit of pink to them, making him smile at that.

“Took you two long enough!” He hugged you closer before drinking a bit more of his beer before pointing to your cup. “What’s that?”

“Ask Jinx, I have no idea what she put in here, but it tastes good though…”

You took another sip of the drink before Minho took it from you to have a taste before turning to Yejin asking if she could do one for him as well, soon enough Yejin was away and you were alone in a small space with Hyunjin, Minho, Younghoon and Juyeon.

“So, this is what took you girls so long?” Minho eyed you top to bottom, making you fully aware of his stare and your clothes. Even though Minho was your bias, you two had become close friends, he had complemented you and eyed you like that before, but thanks to the alcohol, this time felt different and you could feel your cheeks burn a little as he made you twirl until you ended on his other side, Juyeon a few centimeters away. “It was worth it; don’t you guys think?” You heard humming from Younghoon and a small ‘yeah’ from Hyunjin, and you knew Minho had a plan the moment his eyes and smirk landed on Juyeon. “Cat got your tongue, Juyeon? Or should I say-”

“It was worth it!” His voice was quick, way too quick, getting your attention almost instantly, making you lose the exchange of glances and smirks between the other three as Juyeon’s eyes wander between you and the can of beer in his hand. If the lighting had been a bit better for you, you would see how red his ears were. “I’m sure you can get any guy you like tonight.”

“Well, I was actually thinking of just hang out with you guys and have fun, wasn’t really planning on leaving with anyone tonight.” Your voice was low before you drink a bit more of your drink, fully aware of the four pair of eyes on you. “Besides, I know most people here and most don’t really catch my attention for me to risk it…”

“And who did?”

If you could, at that second, you would kill your best friend, not missing the wide smile he gave you, although the murder eyes you gave him.

“Who did what?”

Saved by Yejin for the second time that day, but this time she was accompanied by Jisung, Felix, Eric and Sunwoo, each with cups that looked really similar to the one you were almost done.

“Oh, jus-”

“Nothing,” you cut Minho who eyed you with a raised eyebrow before lowering his head nodding. “How many did you do?”

“One for each of you, also a few more for these four,” her hand quickly took your almost empty cup before putting a new full one on your hand, the rest of the liquid quickly taken by Jisung before he put the now empty cup, on a walking tray as you all gathered around, you and Juyeon way closer than before. “So, what were you guys talking about?”

“I think I’m gonna go get some air and see the balcony.”

“I’ll go with you,” you held your tongue to say no, but you could already feel his callous hands on the small of your back, his thumb caressing your bare skin slightly. “I could also use some air and I still haven’t seen what they did to the balcony.”

His explanation was for literally no one, as you could barely hear it considering everything and the others knew that was a horrible lie to stay closer to you, mainly thanks to Hyunjin’s question as to whom had caught your attention. He wouldn’t lie, anyone would be lucky to have your attention, but he wanted to be one of those people, if not the person that caught your attention.

The lingering look you gave him when you first saw him appeared in his head as you both made your way to the balcony, both fully aware of all the glances you both received as you made your way through the sea of people. Most of them parting ways to allow you both to pass, Juyeon’s hand burning on your lower back and the warm of his body to your right only making it worse, especially once those were mixed the alcohol Yejin had made for you.

Luckly or not, the balcony was mostly empty, blame it the weather or whoever planned that. The muffled noise reminded them of the party going on inside, yet both your attentions appeared to be on each other as you leaned on the glass, cup still half full, his not so different from yours. You two remained silent, listening to the noise of the city outshining the noise of the party, and that’s when you realized how happy you were with your current situation as you barely noticed a wide smile appear on your lips.

“If I knew bringing you outside would have made you so happy, I would’ve done it sooner,” you both giggled and you pushed him slightly with your right arm, but it barely made effect, instead he got closer as he leaned in the glass, eyes ahead like yours. “Care to share what got you so smiley?”

“Alcohol?” You lifted you glass with a smile, receiving a nod from Juyeon who did the same to his. “I don’t know, I just… I think I just now realized that, even my life being pretty chaotic right now, I think I’ve never been happier, if I’m honest.”

“That’s a good thing then, no?”

“I guess,” you lowered your head with a smile, taking another sip of your drink, aware of Juyeon’s eyes, but never meeting his gaze. “I just feel like there’s something missing, yet when I think about it, I can’t see what it is…” You left a heavy sigh before looking to the moon above you. “Is it not having a place of my own? Like, should I get my own place? Should I get my own car? Should I allow myself to d-” you stop mid-sentence and hoped Juyeon wouldn’t notice, if he did, wouldn’t ask.

“Why don’t you get your own place and car?”

You sigh thanking whomever you could before turning to look at him, his eyes were to the city and you could see a small smile on his lips as you took your time to answer as your eyes wandered his profile.

“I don’t know really, never felt the need until now.” Your answer was true, yet it felt wrong in a way. You knew the girls needed a place to stay and you didn’t mind covering most of the rent, you didn’t mind helping Soyeon and the girls of getting a car to get around the city or to have spontaneous rendezvous around Seoul and the country in general, you didn’t mind any of that because you liked the company, you loved to spend time with them. “I think I just got used to how things are or were…”

“I don’t know what I’d do if I had to live alone after all this time with the guys,” you couldn’t hold your reaction, getting a small chuckle from Juyeon who turned on his heals, back to the glass and he faced the party inside before his eyes turn to you. “It’s ok to be scared, I would if I had to leave them, but I still wouldn’t want to drop an opportunity for it. They’ll understand, I’m sure of it, and it’s always good to have a place of your own, your own little world, per say.”

His smile was sly, and you couldn’t really focus on anything, his words hit you like a rock, his smile only making it harder for you to focus, yet, all you wanted was to hug him and say thank you, yet all you did was stare at him, in silence. At that, his eyes met yours and his smile vanishes, concern filling his eyes.

“Thank you,” your voice was fast and weak, so he wouldn’t misunderstand. “I mean, I think I’m just scare of doing everything alone since I always had people around me to help, maybe that’s why I’m a procrastinating on getting a place and a car of my own… God Moonbin will have a full day once I tell him this.”

“Moonbin? From ASTRO?”

“Yeah,” you giggled remembering one of the last conversations you had prior to Road to Kingdom rehearsals. “I’m sure he’ll want to be there for when I finally buy my own car and will sure want to throw a housewarming party once I have my place.”

“Well, I’ll help with the party, at least the carrying things part, not about the organizing, Kevin is the one that’s good at that.” His laugh made you smile widely as you also turned on your heels to face the party inside, the smile still present as you manage to see a few of your friends inside having fun. “We won’t leave you; you know?”

You lowered your head, remembering Minho saying the exact same thing to you not long ago.

“Minho has a big mouth sometimes.”

“Only when he cares,” you both giggled and Juyeon took a step forward before turning his body to you, his face mere centimeters of your own, your eyes never leaving his chest though that was the thing you wanted the most. “We both mean it, no one is gonna leave you, you are already part of us, I also heard about that little late practice that happened at your company before the rehearsals.”

You shook your head bringing a small laugh to Juyeon’s lips, finally raising your head and finding his crescent eyes looking down at you.

Too close.

“I don’t know how that came around, but it was fun, I guarantee that,” you maintained the smile, seeing as his eyes went down to your lips before going back up to your eyes. “This industry scares me a little,” you confess it for the first time and you notice how taken a back he was, which was one of the reasons you never said anything. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that I manage to be living and doing what I love, but still…”

“I get it,” husky, that’s how his voice was; you didn’t stop the eye contact, realizing how close he got to you. “It sucks but I understand your point. Completely.” He lowered his head, his lips brushing slightly against the crown of your head. “Is that why you always kept your distance from every celebrity?”

“That’s the fame I have among you people?”

His laugh made you giggle, but you understood his point, you had heard it before, and it was true. Until you worked with ASTRO you barely had any contact with idols in the industry, although you had worked with a few and always exchanged greetings, you always tried to keep your distance, the idea of a dating scandal scaring you more than anything, especially with an idol, even if you had your share of scandals – some being true – with other actors in the industry, but it was always clear to all parts that it wouldn’t go further, although some have tried.

“There’s a reason why a lot of idols want your number and attention, and it’s not just because you are an amazing actress and a gorgeous woman.”

The air was stuck in your throat, and you knew he meant it his words as you felt one of his hands go to your waist, a light pressure just to let you know they were there, but he didn’t dare to move once his fingers were settled on your dress and bare skin.

“So, you think I’m pretty?”

“I said gorgeous, not pretty, but yes, you are pretty too.”

You two smile shyly at each other, his eyes never leaving your face even when your eyes met the small space between your two bodies.

“Guess you are not bad yourself.”

“Are you saying I look pretty?”

“I’m saying you look handsome and gorgeous tonight.”

You smile receiving a smirk as a response.

“Just tonight? Shame…” Before you could say anything, you felt a bit more pressure of his fingers around your waist and you knew he notice how you breathed in at that. “At least I have the most gorgeous girl of the party close to me tonight.”

“Where is she? I’d like to meet her, I’m sure she has a lot of eyes around her if she really is as gorgeous as you say.”

“I’m sure she has, I saw many people eye her on the way here, call me a bit selfish for keeping her all to myself, but I just wanted some alone time with her.”

The silence was heavy, and you could swear he could hear your heartbeat. He was looking so fucking beautiful, his perfume was the one thing you could sense making you slightly dizzy, his hand on your waist didn’t help at all, his lips were plump and so kissable and GOD you wanted to kiss him and mess up his perfect slicked back hair.

“Mother fucker you come back here!”

Juyeon quickly took a step back and you lowered your head, your bare back screaming at the loss of the warm of his hand on your waist as you felt the cold of the glass. God, what could have you done if Sunwoo and Eric didn’t show up? You quickly eyed your cup drinking a bit more as you saw Juyeon’s back turn to you to get in between Sunwoo and Eric, the rest of your group not too far behind entering the balcony with loud laughs as you were quick on your feet to meet with Yejin, taking her hand and taking her to the bathroom. You needed to breath, to talk, to think… What happened wasn’t supposed to have happen. Juyeon was your friend and that’s all that was going to be, so why couldn’t you stop thinking about kissing him? How could you look at him for the rest of the night? You cursed Yejin for whatever mix she did for the drinks already feeling slightly drunk as you two entered the bathroom, quickly checking if you two were alone. You needed to avoid Juyeon for the rest of the night, that was your only thought as you told Yejin what had happened at the balcony.

The boys have been keeping you company ever since Yejin left the party thanks to her schedule at KQEnt the next day, your mind on occasion reminding you how you had agreed to meet with Wooyoung to finally get to know the other members of Ateez, and honestly, after tonight, you needed a bit of a laugh and have some fun time with people you didn’t know and – hopefully – wouldn’t know anything about what was happening, but you knew Wooyoung well enough to know at least a bit, he would have told the other guys.

You twirled around yourself as you felt Hyunjin’s hand on your waist and the other steadying you as you the whole room spiraled around you. Minho was quick to find you two at the dance floor, murmuring something to Hyunjin that just nodded smiling at you.

“I’ll be back soon, ok?”

You just nodded and extended your arm as you saw Younghoon and Eric approach you on the dance floor. Neither group ever leaving you along, mainly the skids, but as the night went on, TBZ also started to loosen up even more and dance along with you, unsurprisingly, after you and Changmin had a dance off a little after the whole thing at the balcony.

As that reminder came of what had happened early on the night, you found yourself searching for a specific boy, one that you couldn’t find anywhere since you came out of the bathroom with Yejin after everything. Apparently, you both were avoiding each other, and were also pretty good at that.

“I can get him if you want,” Younghoon’s voice on your right ear startled you a little before eyeing him confused. “You are not being as discreet as you think, and he hasn’t been either,” you lowered your head but never stopped dancing. Younghoon’s arms went for your waist as you both kept dancing, his voice was a little loud on your ear, making you squirm a little, but not backing away from him. “I don’t know what happened at the balcony, but I know something happened, you two can act like nothing happened or take chance and see what goes down.”

“Shouldn’t you be helping him getting with the girl he’s been crushing on?”

“What you think I’m trying to do?” Younghoon got back a little and even at the dim light you could see his smile and you shook your head. “Whether you two want to believe it or not, we want to help both of you, we have your backs.”

“So you are using me to cause jealous?”

“Something like that…” He let the phrase wander in your mind, holding yourself not to look around and find him with some other girl, cursing in your mind once you couldn’t find him again, but that didn’t ease your mind at all. “He’s not the type to get jealous, if I’m being honest, he’s the least jealous and possessive of all of us, but I wouldn’t push his buttons, unless you know how and which ones to do it.”

With that, Younghoon let go of you with a small wink, but kept dance close, looking at you and around you two from time to time. You tried your best to not raise your head and search for Juyeon, happy when you couldn’t find him, yet, that sentiment lasting a mere second, as he could actually finally be with the girl he’s been crushing on.

Jacob quickly found you at some point, giving his drink to share, saying he was way too drunk already, but couldn’t say no when someone approached him with that. You giggled and took the cup, sharing it with him as you both kept dancing. The alcohol you ingested throughout the night making you head even fuzzier once you started to share the drink Jacob handed you, yet you didn’t want to leave.

That was the most fun you’ve had in years and that’s saying something considering the few but memorable parties you’ve been and had been able to let go. You were finally feeling like a nineteen-year-old and that was making you loosen up even more. This was different than all the other times you were invited to a celebrity party, mostly because you were surrounded by your friends, people you trusted, so you could actually loosen up and be yourself, have fun the way you were supposed to in your early twenties.

As Jacob handed the last bit of his drink to you, you felt hands rooming around your waist as you tipped your head back to finish with the drink, handing the cup back to Jacob with a smile, the hand still lingering on your waist, so you went to entangled it, but once your fingers didn’t meet with any rings, you were suddenly shocked. All the boys where in your line of vision, so it was only logical to assume it was Hyunjin, but there were no rings, so maybe Minho?

In the millisecond that your brain short-circuits, the hand pulled you a bit closer and you felt the heat of the person behind you, the buttons of his shirt making contact to the bare skin of your back. He was tall, his hand was firm, but it was only once his cologne clouded your mind was that you realized Juyeon was the one behind you. At that, you let your body relax and you felt his breathing against your back, thankfully, not seeing the redness of your cheeks for having him like this.

“I’m sorry that I scared you,” his voice was low on your ear, and you questioned how you managed to hear him so clearly, but once his lips touched the outline of your ear, you could fell the air leave your longs to never return. “Is it ok?”

You knew what he was asking, but before you could respond, you felt pairs of eyes on you, meeting with Younghoon’s eyes above the hem of his cup, you could swear you could see the smirk he was hiding with that cup and the memory of the conversation came to your mind. Jealousy. You sigh and nod slowly, eyes fixed on Younghoon who raised his eyebrows at you before lowering his cup finally allowing you to see the cocky grin he had, making you scoff taking your head back, meeting with Juyeon’s shoulders.

If you turned your head to your left and tilted a little bit further, you could kiss his neck, but that would be too much for you, his cologne was already clouding your judgment enough along with all the alcohol you ingested that night, so you just rested your head there while keep moving your hips to the sound of the music, trying to ignore how much you could feel his body against yours.

Younghoon wanted the girl that Juyeon had eyes on to be jealous and talk to him. There wasn’t much you could do, it wasn’t something you wanted to see, as you realized each time the thought crossed your mind, yet Juyeon was your friend, you should help him with that, it was the least you could do since you couldn’t really tell him how much he had started to affect you since the moment you two met.

Were in love? Definitely not, but you were definitely intrigued as to how much Juyeon had managed to get under your walls. Considering the time they were up, cracks were sure to had appeared, but you never thought someone would actually dare to enter, or maybe you willingly gave him the map to enter the walls of your heart? Considering how well you two got along, all the nice and fun times you’ve spent together with the practiced, the performance earlier that day… You realized he counted on you as a friend, it was ironic to say the least. You never opened up to someone like that, not even to Dongmin regardless of all the flirting and touchy touchy you two had been, you’ve never gave in to that.

The thought of dating someone on the media always scared you, you wanted someone normal, that didn’t know anything about this life, yet no one seemed to have actually understood, seeing mainly the glamour of it, or what they could win by being with you. Dongmin had been a breath of fresh air and that terrified you, even more once you realized how big he was getting at acting, he was charming, handsome, good at everything, you two had gotten along so well, yet you tried your best to tuck that blooming feeling away, especially after that one time you two almost kissed after a drunk hangout.

You wanted to push him away after that, you weren’t ready for a relationship, especially not one with an idol, not one with someone that was from the same world as you, but he saw what you were doing and came after you, that was when the rumors started, that was the first time you had been called for a meeting regarding a possible dating scandal, a dating scandal that could become true because the both of you realized you had catch feelings. After that meeting, seeing the reaction of some people regarding that, brought you the memories of you and your ex, that was when you reinforced your walls, talked down with Dongmin and decided to draw the line and remain friends.

And yet, here you were dancing with the guy that had caught your attention after Dongmin, that managed to get through the cracks of your walls, the guy whose body you were more than aware of how close it was to yours, how tight his hand was around your waist as the other was on the side of your thigh. Here you were raising your left hand to his neck, the tip of your fingers going to the back of his neck scratching it slightly and you smiled at yourself as you noticed how his breathing had changed and how something else was poking behind you, making you move your hips a bit more, both his hands firmly holding your hips in place, making you feel the bulge on your ass, waking you up to the reality at hand.

Before you could step away from him, he used his hands to turn you to face him, caging you in front of him with his arms around your waist. Your eyes focused on his chest and neck, fully aware of the bulge that you could still feel thanks to how close he held you. As his Adam’s apple bopped, you knew he was about to ask you something, probably as to why you had done it, why you grinded yourself against him like that knowing he had eyes on someone. What would you respond? Your selfish side had won this time? That you realized you had a crush on him? That you wanted to kiss him since you two were at the balcony?

“I’m sorry,” once he said nothing you finally raised your head meeting with his confused eyes and parted lips, lips you wanted to kiss so badly at that point. You cleared your throat and spoke a little louder towards his ear as the music that was now playing had a more constant beat, making it harder for him to hear you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it, but Younghoon said-”

“What you talking about? Why you apologizing?” After a second, he raised his eyes, his lips on a thin line as he closed his eyes lowering his head. His forehead mere millimeters of your own. “Forget whatever Younghoon said, please, and stop apologizing.”

“I should-”

“Run away from me again?” His voice was husky on your ear, tightening the grip on your waist and you lowered your head, hearing and feeling him sigh against you. “Why you avoiding me?”

“I’m not, I just have to go-”

“Ok.”

You felt his grip light and you were quick on your feet to turn around. You needed air; you needed a place away from the chaos, your mind needed to think, so you ran to the balcony, the damn balcony. Yet, once the doors were open and the cool air hit your bare skin and filed your lungs you felt like it was gonna be ok. You closed the doors behind you, a few people looked your way, so you took the left, hiding yourself a little in between the vases with plants. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, you just wanted to breath and control yourself.

You had been selfish, unconsidered, naïve. You could blame the alcohol, but deep down you knew that you did that because you wanted. The alcohol gave you courage to do it? Definitely, but you still shouldn’t have done, not knowing that he had eyes on someone and that someone was at the party. You probably screwed everything up. Cursing the girls and yourself in your mind as you closed your eyes, the cool of the wall helping to calm you as well as the sound of the city.

“Had fun?”

It wasn’t the fact that he came after you, but actually how close to you he was, that made you startle and jump away from him, making him smile apologetic as you shook your head, back into the position you were before, a bit further away from Juyeon, as it was the original idea, to stay away from him enough that you could think with your head.

“Yeah…” you said shyly and he nodded as his back was now against the same space yours were a few seconds ago, the warm of his body hitting your right side as if it was burning. Why was he here and not inside? “I’m not avoiding you; you know?”

“If that’s what you say, I believe you.”

His eyes didn’t meet yours as they wandered across his profile. He was a beautiful person, inside and out. The thought of your selfish acts hitting you back again intensely. You knew the person he had a crush was at the party thanks to the other guys, mainly Younghoon, but you haven’t seen him react to it beside the twitter post you saw a bit after the whole balcony thing at the beginning of the party.

“Are they here?” His head snapped in your direction as if you had said the most absurd thing in the world. You lowered your head before looking to the buildings in front of you, the memory of the other time both of you were at that balcony came rushing in your mind. “The one you have eyes on. Are they here?”

Although from his silent you could have already guessed the answer, was the change in his posture that made you hyper aware of the whole situation. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell you or not. You tried to pretend that didn’t hurt you, after all you considered him a friend and so did he, but maybe you did step over that invisible boundary of friendship while you two were grinning against each other on the dance floor. You nodded closing your eyes, but the sudden movement of Juyeon being in front of you made you jump slightly.

“Well, she…” his voice was weak, but it didn’t crack, it was more like a whisper and you saw as his feet took small steps getting closer to you. “She is here, yes.”

He wasn’t in front of you, but also was not by your side, which meant that the passage you may have between his body and the wall was clear for you to flee. Why you’d flee? You didn’t know, you just needed to stay away from him, face heating up by the second. At the same second you turned your body, his arm was covering the passage, as his hand stabilized how his body leaned in towards the wall, his eyes not leaving your figure. The truth was, that you were trapped, yet you couldn’t understand why he had done that, except he wanted to confront you about it, making you lower your head ashamed.

“Who is she?” You tried to not sound ashamed or upset, luckily, it worked and you just turned to the other side, hanging your arms above the glass divider like you’d done it earlier. The warmth of his body getting closer to you by the second and as you chose to look at your hands playing with each other. “Maybe I can help fix it…”

“Fix what?”

“What I did wrong,” your voice almost cracked and you thanked that it didn’t. That was why you always friend zoned the people you met and found interested, because when you didn’t, you realized they could never like you. The voices of some of the critics immediately popping in your head, you were never gonna be enough, so why even bother to try? You felt his body close to yours before seeing his arms caging you from behind. Why it had to be him? Why now? “I’m good as a wing woman, I promise, just tell me how she looks like and I’ll fix it, you can even wait here, I can bring her here and-”

“Her hair is black and loose,” you felt his warm breath on your neck and you shivered a little. He’s caging you, of course you would be able to feel his breath, why was that affecting you so much? All you wanted was for Eric and Sunwoo to appear again and save you for this situation again, “she’s wearing boot heals, which was a wise choice since she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to seat,” his chuckled made a wave of electric shock goes through your spine.

“Well, that narrows it down, most girls here are in heels,” you said with a sigh and felt the warmth vanish, making you turn away. He wasn’t caging you anymore, but he wasn’t as far as you thought he would be. You crossed your arms in front of you, your bare back pressing on the cool of the metal and the glass as you eyed him cleaning your throat. “What else?”

“She’s wearing a black dress which is almost backless,” you held yourself not to react to that as you saw him smirk a little looking down to both your feet as you realized they were almost touching. “She doesn’t like makeup, so hers is very light, you can see mostly her lipstick that makes her lips pop more,” you swallowed air as he raised his eyes after every word, his eyes wandering around your face before landing on your lips, making you conscious of them, liking it quickly. “She also pretty much ignored me the whole night, we talked very little, she spent most time with her friends while I watched her from afar, since every time I got close, she ran away from me.”

He was playing with you, he had to be, there was no other explanation to what had just come out of his mouth. In the end, Younghoon was right; you were just supposed to be used for jealous, he was down bad for whoever she was. You felt your heart ache as you sigh. You knew he wouldn’t tell you anything else, and if she was ignoring him and, considering what happened on the dance floor a while back, you knew you weren’t the most qualify to go after her and get them both to talk.

You are being used as a tool for a jealous reaction didn’t really work as well as they expected. The girls’ voices were far in your head as your memories from some moments of the party came to place. How all the boys reacted whenever you two were close, especially inside and around the dance floor, all the comments they would do, mainly the ones coming from Minho and Younghoon, it was a way to get someone jealous, to catch someone’s attention. Hell, even Hyunjin’s reactions had been confusing, you still couldn’t tell if he wanted you to invest in Juyeon or not, but it wasn’t his fault, only the girls knew about your crush on him thanks to Yejin babbling about it to them earlier after the episode on the changing room at MNET.

“Well, if the fact she’s been ignoring you is bothering you so much, why don’t you do something about it? It would mean more coming from you than anyone approaching her and doing your job for you.”

Your saying came almost bitter, but you couldn’t really read Juyeon’s expression. It was like he was pondering your words, but at the same time, he looked like he zoomed out.

“In all honesty…” From the moment your eyes met, neither of you could part them away, you noticed how he got closer to you, felt the sleeves of his shirt brush against your naked arms as he caged you again, but this time in front of you. “There’s a lot that I want to do regarding her and the situation.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“She’s been givin’ me too many mixed signals, I don’t know exactly if she wants this as much as I do.”

You didn’t know if you were breathing or not, all you could notice was how Juyeon was looking at you, how his eyes would shine to the city lights, how his lips were slightly parted, how close he was to you. You needed to focus, he was your friend and wanted help with his crush. It didn’t matter how much you wanted to kiss him, your lips weren’t the ones he wanted, yet, here he was, focusing his eyes on them from time to time.

“Have you thought about the idea that maybe… You are the one that’s giving her the mixed signals?” His eyes never left yours, a small smirk creped on his lips as he sigh, making you understand that maybe he understood what you were saying, after all, he was giving you multiple and mixed signals all night. “Try to be more direct now, that might help to get her to understand that you want it.”

He nodded his head, but his eyes were clouded, drunk on your own face, going from your eyes to your mouth, sometimes even lower, but never too far from your lips, making you conscious of them, making your tongue wet them from time to time. Neither knew how much time had passes since your last statement, but his voice was hoarse as he started to talk.

“Guess I’ll be more direct now, then.”

Before anything else could be said, Seungmin appeared on the corner of your eye, making you quickly focus on him, whose eyes were going from you to Juyeon and back to you, a sly smile on his lips. The redness on your face didn’t fade as you noticed how Juyeon made no effort to stand away from you, not moving a single muscle that were the ones on his neck to also face Seungmin.

“Sorry, Hyunjin asked—Actually, don’t worry about it, I’ll leave…”

Hearing Hyunjin’s name awoken you from your trance state, making you stand tall on your two feet, finally making Juyeon stand away from you – but not as far as you couldn’t feel his left arm close to you as you turned to Seungmin.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing (y/n), really.”

“Seungmin, what happened?” You had been with them long enough to almost never use their name, so whenever you did – recently –, it straddled them enough for them to think if they did something wrong. “Why Hyunjin asked for you to get me?”

“It’s Jeongin.”

Before he could finish you started to walk towards Seungmin, but not before looking back at Juyeon who had a small smile on his lips as his hands were on his pockets, his eyes on your body before meeting your eyes. A small nod was enough for you to understand that it was ok and that the conversation you two were having was done. You shot him a smile in return and turned to Seungmin who took your hand guiding you through the sea of people inside towards a small door that connected the space everyone was to where the people working at the party stayed.

He led you into another small door on your right, finding Hyunjin trying to make Jeongin drink a little bit of water, although he was fighting the older one to get out of the chair and room, stopping the second his fox eyes landed on you. A smile spread on his lips, his arms to the air as his eyes vanished into two crescent moons.

“NOONA! YOU HERE! She’s here hyung!” He then turned to Hyunjin who nodded with a smile. “What you doing here noona?”

“See if the bathroom is clear, we need to do a few things, I’ll make him drink water,” you were quick to face Seungmin who nodded at your instructions, quickly eyeing Jeongin and Hyunjin, “let Jinnie know if there’s no one in the bathroom and we’ll meet there, ok?”

The second youngest nodded as he got out of the room, closing the door behind him as you walked towards the other two, Jeongin still refusing to drink the water, making you realize how much he had to drink, this was probably the first party he’s been unsupervised, which would explain how badly drunk he got.

“Found him not long ago losing his balance before losing a step to get somewhere, so I brought him here so he could sober at least a little bit.”

“Where are the others?”

“Chan and Minho couldn’t find him, so we all started to search for him, Ji and Lix are pretty drunk themselves, so it was a bust and Changbin was already looking on the hall and talking to security to see if he went home when I found him near the bar.”

“You guys let the recently legal drinking adult maknae unsupervised at a party?”

“I’ve drink before noona, I’m fine, I promise! Please tell the hyungs I’m fine, they’ll listen to you.”

His eyes were shinning under the fluorecent lights of the small room, and you smiled at yourself. You knew they had a soft spot for you, Jeongin and Felix, yet Hyunjin was right, he couldn’t get out without sobering up at least a little.

“How about you drink some water while I talk to them, hun? Sounds good?”

Jeongin nodded and turned to grab the bottle Hyunjin had been trying to make him drink for the last few minutes, making the other one scoff as he eyed you.

“Sorry, but he didn’t want me to call neither of the older ones, so you were my last hope.”

“Don’t worry about it, Seungmin came at just the right moment!”

You gave out a nervous giggle as you and Hyunjin get up and went closer to the door.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

You laughed a little louder this time as you shook your head, feeling your full-face burn at the memory of what had just happened with Juyeon.

“I was with Juyeon when Seungmin found me,” Hyunjin’s face lit up and you quickly shook your head, making him eye you confused. “We weren’t doing anything, he has… Has eyes on someone though.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

Hyunjin nodded and his phone lit up with a notification from Seungmin saying the bathroom was clear and you two could bring Jeongin in. You quickly got Jeongin up with the help of Hyunjin, he appeared to have sobered up a little, but once he started to mumble he was feeling sick, you and Hyunjin were quick to reach the bathroom making Seungmin guarding the door as Jeongin had his face in the toilet puking away all the alcohol and food he had since he arrived.

Your best friend kept eyeing you until you sighed and told him everything that had happened after he promised to keep it quiet, but you knew that tomorrow morning that would be the topic of conversation during breakfast. As you told him everything, from the first balcony situation until the moment Seungmin found you, Hyunjin was holding his expressions the best he could, although from time to time it got out of hand, and you’d slap him or put your hand in front of his mouth.

As on queue, the moment you finish, Jeongin got out of the stall heading towards you two who quickly led him to the sink where you made him wash his mouth as you watered his face and neck trying to sober him up a little bit.

“Will you tell-”

“Shut it!”

You said quickly making Hyunjin laugh as you both finished taking care of Jeongin as the bathroom door burst it open with Chan heading your way looking at Jeongin before calling all of you out, saying the car was waiting downstairs already. The boys all went to say their goodbyes as Chan and Jeongin went away, but thankfully, the maknae refused to go anywhere without you, so you asked them to extend the greeting to you three as you headed to the elevator with a drunk Jeongin hang up on you under the watchful eyes of Chan.

“Don’t worry boss, it wasn’t your fault, he deserves to let go and have fun in places like this.”

You noticed how Chan smiled at the nick name you used with him and nodded. As you entered their lives, you tried your best to get the weight that all of them felt off their shoulders and reinforce some other things that you know they need to hear more. You knew Chan would feel responsible for Jeongin, but you also knew that this was the best situation for Jeongin to live his best life as a young adult, to get his ass drunk and have his first horrible hang over.

Jeongin was behind you, as you used the wall of the elevator to help you hold him in place, you exchanged smiles with Chan as you felt the younger one hid his face on the crock of your neck as you felt his hands around you. That was the clingiest you’ve ever seen Jeongin be, but you didn’t mind one bit, except when he refused the others help leaning completely on you that was also far from being sober and strong enough to carry him.

As the three of you waited for the others to return, your mind went to what happened that night and all you wanted was to vanish at that point. Your mind questioning your friendship with Juyeon, his actions, how you felt about him, the power he had over you with barely doing anything. It was like you were a teenager again and you loved and hated that feeling.

12.01: catching fire.

pirate kingdom || choi san || smau

It all starts when you and your friends are kicked out of your shared apartment, causing you to ask your childhood best friend (and idol) for help, which leads you to live with him and the other members of his kpop group. From there on, you completely enter the world of kpop, creating the best friendships you could ask for, and, as if working with kdramas wasn't enough, your life ends up becoming the best example of one with each passing moment. and your best friends are the main spectators and commentators of all the drama that has surrounded your life since it all began.

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