#song yunhyeong fanfic

[noona-clock]

The Flight Attendant - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,580

"What should I get?" you inquired, lowering your voice as much as humanly possible so only Yunhyeong could hear you. Even though you were a tourist and this was your first time here, you didn't exactly want it to be obvious. The restaurant was tiny enough that eavesdropping was inevitable, but you could at least try to keep your conversation contained to your charming table for two.

"I had the Quiche Lorraine last time, and it was fantastic," Yunhyeong replied, his eyes still surveying the menu. "But this is absolutely one of those places where there are no wrong choices."

You nodded silently, biting the inside of your cheek as your gaze flitted back and forth between the menu and your dinner date -- partner. Sorry. Dinner partner sitting across from you.

"And," Yunhyeong continued, his grin peeking through in his voice when he spoke. "We can actually order alcohol this time."

You knit your brows in confusion, letting your eyes settle on him for more than a half-second. "What do you mean?"

Yunhyeong's smile grew just a fraction wider before he gently set down his menu, crossed his arms over the marble top of the table, and leaned toward you. (To put into perspective just how small the table was, by the way -- his cologne was now invading your sense because he was so close to you.)

"Remember your first day on the job?" he began, murmuring like he was revealing some confidential information.

You nodded, resisting the urge to copy his movements and lean in yourself.

"We were on the flight together, you had your nose pressed to the taxi window all the way into the city, we had a meal together -- just like today. But a year ago, we couldn't order any Sake because you had another flight later that day. Today, we can," he told you earnestly, though he ended his sentence with a blink-and-you-missed-it wink.

"How do you remember all that?" you whispered, frankly a bit flabbergasted that his memory was so good.

Yunhyeong simply shrugged before lifting his hand casually to wave over a server.

"Une bouteille de vin, s'il vous plait. Chateau Cos d'Estournel," he requested once the server arrived, the language flowing beautifully from his lips.

"Oui, Monsieur," the server muttered with a nod before turning on their heel and dashing elegantly toward the back of the restaurant.

You honestly weren't quite sure what to make of all this. First, Yunhyeong had arranged for you to fly to Paris as a friend-aversary gift. Second, he had told you that you look fantastic. Third, he had remembered virtually every detail of the first day the two of you had met. Fourth, he had just ordered a bottle of wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.

"What kind of wine did you order?" you asked after clearing away the anxiety stuck in your throat.

Yunhyeong shot you a smirk, one so pleased and adorable that the anxiety you'd just cleared away came back with a vengeance. "Only the best," he replied.

Correction: he had just ordered a bottle of the best wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.

The server returned, bottle and glasses in hand, only a couple of minutes later, deftly setting the wine glasses down in front of each of you and pouring the dark red liquid expertly.

"Merci," Yunhyeong murmured as the server left the bottle on the bottle on the table. "Encore quelques minutes avant de commander, s'il vous plait."

Again, the server nodded, turned on their heel, and dashed away.

Before you got the chance to ask what he'd said, Yunhyeong reached for his glass, lifting it gently by the stem and locking eyes with you. "To a full year of working together and, more importantly, being friends. And to, hopefully, many more to come. Many, many more," he toasted with that sparkle in his eye you knew so well.

"Many more," you managed to say, clinking your glass with his before surreptitiously taking a rather large gulp. After setting your glass down carefully, you pushed your chair back from the table. "I will -- oh, god, that wine is delicious. I just need to powder my nose, I'll be right back. If the server returns while I'm gone, I would like the boeuf bourguignon."

"Mm, yes, of course, go ahead," Yunhyeong replied quickly, his eyes on you as you swerved around the table to get to the restroom.

The second you ducked into the minuscule cubicle labeled Toilettes, you closed and locked the door behind you and slid your phone out of your pocket.

You had no time to think about time zones, and the person you were calling kept a very irregular schedule anyway; he could be awake at any hour of the day.

After three and a half rings, your heart racing the whole time, the line clicked, and you heard a somewhat sleepy "Yo," in your ear.

"Jae," you whispered. "I need to talk to you."

"...Where are you, and why are you whispering?"

"It doesn't matter. I mean, where I am does matter. I'm in Paris, and --"

"Dude, in Paris?! Since when?!"

"Since today, and that's part of it."

"Part of what?"

"Just let me explain!"

"Okay, okay, I'm listening."

You took a deep breath, hoping to calm your nerves so you could tell him everything without skipping any important detail. "You know my co-worker, Yunhyeong, right?"

"The dude you had a crush on for --"

"We're friends, okay," you interrupted. "But, yes. That one. Well, he surprised me by changing my schedule behind my back so we could fly to Paris and stay here for a few days. Because it's our friend-aversary -- he said that, not me. He literally used the word 'friend-aversary.' And he's taken me to this little restaurant by our hotel, and it's super romantic and charming, and he told me I look fantastic, and he mentioned something about him being incredibly less attractive than me, and he ordered their best bottle of wine, and he made this toast that was like 'to one year of friendship and many more to come. Many, many more.' And I just -- I don't know what to think."

Jae was quiet for quite a while, and you knew that meant he was thinking.

"I mean..." he began after almost half a minute. "I think you do know what to think, Y/N."

"...I do?"

"Mhm."

You knew what you wanted to think. You wanted to think that Yunhyeong was actually being more than friendly. You wanted to think he was flirting with you.

"But he's a naturally friendly kind of guy," you explained. "He's super charming and outgoing, and everyone likes him. That kind of guy."

"Have you ever witnessed him flirting with someone?" Jae asked patiently.

"...I don't think so."

"Has he ever talked to you about anyone that he's romantically interested in?"

"...No."

"And when I have been romantically interested in someone, have I talked to you about it?"

"...Yes. But that's different --"

"It's not different. I talk to you about that kind of stuff because I don't feel that way about you. No offense."

"None taken," you answered without missing a beat.

"But," Jae continued. "If I did feel that way about you, there's no way I would tell you about other people I'm interested in. Probably because I wouldn't be interested in other people, just you. This is purely hypothetical, by the way."

"Yeah, I know," you huffed, doing nothing to hide your annoyance. That's just the kind of relationship you had with Jae -- the two of you could be completely honest with each other. No holds barred, no hard feelings. "So... you're saying the reason he doesn't talk to me about that is because... he likes me?"

"I mean, it's not a foolproof theory, but I would say it's highly likely."

You stood there, blinking for a few seconds without replying. And then, "...So, what do I do?"

"I dunno, man."

"What do you mean you don't know?!"

"What do you want to do?!"

"I don't know!"

"Do you like him?"

"I've spent the past several months pretending I don't, but yes. I do."

"Then just tell him. Or ask him. Bring it up."

"But what if --"

"'What ifs' will ruin your life, Y/N," Jae scolded. "You either need to tell him, or you need to let it go. And if you don't decide tonight, you're going to let it distract you from having an amazing time in Paris."

You almost wanted to curse him for knowing you so well.

"What does your gut tell you?" he asked.

It seemed cheesy, but in order to answer his question, you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. And you listened.

Yunhyeong was a friendly person, there was no doubt about that. He greeted everyone with a smile. He was helpful to everyone. He was, quite literally, the perfect Flight Attendant. But... there was something about that sparkle. The sparkle in his eye you knew so well -- remember that? You had always thought it was just his adorably mischievous side coming out, but... what if you were wrong.

What if that sparkle was just for you? And what if you knew it so well because he'd liked you this whole time?

The more you thought about it, the more you knew Jae was right.

You wouldn't come out and tell him that, of course, but he was right.

"My gut tells me that I need to tell him," you finally said, your voice soft but sure.

"Then go for it, my dude," Jae replied with an obvious smile.

His smile was contagious, and the corners of your lips curved up. "I will. Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for. And also poke bowl cravings. I'm here for that, too."

"Of course," you chuckled. "All right, I'm going to go back out there. Wish me luck."

"You don't need it," Jae assured you before he hung up.

After sliding your phone back into your pocket, you smoothed down the front of your trousers, tugged at the shoulders of your shirt, let out a quick exhale... and opened the door.

"I'm so sorry about that," you said, chuckling breathlessly as you took your seat at the table once again.

"No, not at all," Yunhyeong grinned. "I just ordered a couple of minutes ago, so you didn't miss anything. Except my expert French."

"I am only letting you order when we go to eat somewhere, by the way." You returned his smile, picking up your wine glass and taking a sip -- not a gulp this time.

"Well, who am I to say 'no' to you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you took that as your queue to actually go through with what you'd talked about on the phone with Jae.

"Can I..." you began, trying to maintain eye contact with him but finding yourself glancing at your wine glass. "Ask you something?"

Yunhyeong's brow furrowed gently, and he tilted his head the tiniest bit. "Of course."

"Is... this... a date?"

Four words had never been so nerve-wracking to say.

"Well, yes, of course, it is," he replied without hesitation. "It's our --"

"Friend-aversary," you finished for him. "But I mean... not a friend date. Like... a real date?"

Okay, those were the most nerve-wracking words you'd ever said.

Yunhyeong's expression immediately softened, but you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He no longer looked curious or confused, and you kind of felt like he should be?

Unless... he wasn't confused about the answer or curious why you'd asked.

"I..."

It seemed like an eternity before he continued on, though in reality, it was but a few moments.

"...Would like it to be. If you feel the same."

And Jae was right again.

You shifted in your seat, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into a grin. "I do, actually."

"Really?" Yunhyeong sighed. He reached one hand out, covering your fingers with his and gripping them.

When you nodded in response, Yunhyeong let out another sigh, hanging his head briefly before lifting it up to lock his gaze on you. "I've been wanting to go on a date with you for a long time," he admitted, though he certainly didn't sound shy about it.

"A long time?!" you laughed incredulously. "I've liked you for a long time!"

Yunhyeong quirked a brow at you. "...How long is long?"

"As long as possible. Since the first day. Remember how I kissed you on the cheek? I thought that was a pretty big giveaway that I was interested, but you didn't do anything about it, so I just thought we were going to be friends."

As soon as you'd said 'the first day,' Yunhyeong's jaw had dropped. And somehow, he even managed to make that look attractive.

"The first -- But I thought you were just thanking me!"

"...With a kiss on the cheek?" you chuckled.

"Well, yeah! Obviously! I didn't know it meant anything other than that!"

You lifted your other hand and placed it atop his, sandwiching his hand between your own. "For someone who always knows exactly how I'm feeling, how did you not pick up on that?" you asked, only slightly teasing.

Yunhyeong let out a huff and rolled his eyes at himself. "Let me tell you, I have never been able to pick up on cues like that. Not once in my life have I ever known when someone was flirting with me."

So, all this time... if you had just expressed your interest to his face...

Jae's words on the phone not ten minutes ago echoed in your head: What ifs will ruin your life, Y/N.

"Well," you said," picking up his hand and placing a soft, lingering kiss on his knuckles. "Just so you know, this is me flirting with you."

Yunhyeong threw his head back laughing, and you didn't care that all of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look. You simply beamed over at him, stretching your legs out to tangle your ankles with his under the table.

Once the echo of his laughter faded away, he squeezed your hand and gazed at you with the most heart-wrenching smile. "I won't lie, I was wondering if you were going to figure it out."

"Figure what out?"

"Paris, the restaurant, the wine, the toast... I didn't think I was being subtle."

"No, you weren't," you chuckled. "Which is why I had to go to the toilettes and call Jae to ask his advice."

"That's what you were doing?!"

You nodded, your chuckle gently evolving into a laugh.

"Well," he said, his thumb skimming over the back of your hand. "Remind me to thank him when we get home."

You nodded once more, but his words -- as dumb as it sounds -- reminded you that you were, indeed, not at home. You were in Paris.

With Yunhyeong.

You were in the City of Love with someone you -- well, you didn't love him in that way right now, but you could certainly see yourself getting there one day.

Maybe even one day soon.

...This was going to be the best layover ever.

Author's Note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! I know it's been a long, long, long time since I've posted any new fics, so I'm so grateful for anyone who has stuck with me. I can't promise I'll be posting on a more regular basis, but I can promise that I will try! 💜

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[thecoreseven]

७ iKON - Random

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[seawitch62]

Re-run, Re-run

Recap of what has happened since we last visited the island.

The witch as Ikon refers to her, Tina is her given name. Finally convinced her captors to release her, unbeknownst to her at the time they had ulterior motives.

She was just happy and relieved as her wrists were aching and her hands were numb.

They suspiciously watch her, one is always on guard duty.

"The witch must be watched at all times" Hanbin instructs.

"Spells and hex bags" Bobby warned the others.

Tina now has the freedom of the island, constantly monitored but allowing her to do her chores. 

♤

"No ! I refuse to climb this tree" Tina tells Song.

Pointing up into the tree " the coconuts are up there, get them witch!"

"Get your own fucking coconuts" she yells as she walks away returning to basecamp.

Song and Tina argue till they reach the encampment.

"What the fuck is the problem?" Hanbin yells.

"The witch refused a direct order" Song reports.

"I'm not climbing the fucking tree! There  are  coconuts laying all over the frigging island!".

"Is this not Ikon Island?" Jinhwan asks.

"Hanbin is our elected President," adds Junhoe.

"Whatever" Tina mutters.

"Have you caught today's fish yet?" Chanwoo questions.

"No! I have not! I've been busy with all my other chores"

"Maybe you guys could do something for once!"

Gasps of surprise match their shocked expressions.

"Watch your mouth, witch" Hanbin states.

Tina stomps off in search of coconuts, DK close behind.

"Bonanza" she yells triumphantly.

Picking up the coconuts one by one with her guard close by.

Juggling too many at once the coconuts all fall to the ground. 

Tina looks in DK 's hoping he might offer assistance.

"You  know a basket is what you need" he states importantly.

Tina glares at him.

Returning to camp, many coconuts now litter the path.

She tosses them on the makeshift table.

"Fish?" Asks Chanwoo. 

A coconut flies through the air barely missing Chanwoo.

"That's a fucking enough witch" Hanbin growls.

Jinhwan tosses his clothes at her, "laundry".

So her days roll into one another.

Chore after chore. 

What they do all is a mystery to her except follow her and bark out orders.

♤

The day is well honestly who knows what day it is, but approximately a month since they all found themselves on the island.

Lunch, fish, coconut and berries.

"The council has had a meeting," Junhoe informs Tina.

'Council' she laughs to herself. 

Waiting to hear what they would say next.

"We are men! We have needs!" Song declares.

'Fuck' she tells herself.

"It was put forward and agreed. You are a female, it's your job to satisfy us, in all things" Hanbin says. "well bar Bobby  he's a married man".

"I still think there should be leniency due to our circumstances" Bobby moans.

"Here is the schedule"

"Monday Hanbin Day

Tuesday Jinhwan Day

Wednesday Junhoe Day

Thursday Song Day

Friday DK Day

Saturday Chanwoo Day

Sunday, well that's your day off".

Hanbin says.

"Well that's very generous giving me Sunday off, but no, go to hell all of you!".

Tina goes to her hut, "bastards".

"What's her problem? I thought it was a well thought out plan" DK states.

"Maybe she wants just one of us" Junhoe grins.

"That being you?" Chanwoo laughs.

Catchup with the continuing saga at the same time, next week.

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[yg-got7scenarios]

Destiny Chapter 2 – Too Far Away

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Characters:  Song Yunhyeong (iKON), You (Reader/OC), cameo of Blackpink’s Lisa and a mention of Kwon Jiyong

Genre/s:  Angst, Soulmate!AU

Length:  5,165 words

Warning/s:  Pure Angst, mentions of terminal illness, etc.

Plot:  6,799 – The digital compass on your left inner wrist flashes in front of your eyes every time you wake up in the morning, and it just stays there for the rest of the day.  You do know that your soulmate is too far away – thinking that he must be residing on the other side of the world.  You waited for him to find you, but he seems like he didn’t make any move to find you, at all.  Until, one day, your friend encouraged you to find him.

A/N:  This is pure angst, you’ve been warned.  Please read with caution.  Also, I did bend a soulmate rule here, so yeah, it adds to the caution I guess. Let me know what you think!!!

6,799.

Sometimes a few miles will be added or deducted here and there, but whenever you are inside the comforts of your own small apartment, the digital compass that indicates how far your soulmate is, is stuck in that number.

The numbers on your inner wrist initially appeared when you were a freshman in high school, like majority of your friends and your classmates, however you were the only one who had a number that is greater than a thousand miles, which disappointed you back then, because the others were merely hundreds of miles away, it means that they can always go see their soulmate even if they’re just students.

Due to school and your family not having much money, you didn’t dare ask if you travel to the other side of the world to meet your soulmate.  In fact, you were barely legal, so it would me much more of an inconvenience for your parents more than you.  So, you just waited.  Some of your friends said that since he is the guy, then he must be the one to go find you, not you, since you are a lady and there is no way that you would follow a guy, even though he was your soulmate.

Back then, you believed them.

Sadly, until now.

As you lie awake in your bed, staring at the numbers as if they are permanent tattoos on your wrist, you sighed, thinking as to why your soulmate didn’t even make a move to come for you.  It has been 10 years or so since the internal compass appeared, and you are pretty much legal already, and you assume that he is the same, you hope.

Life has been okay for you, to say the least.  You are finishing college and about to graduate in a few months on the course that you have been wanting to pursue since you were little.  You have a small apartment that you share with your best friend since college started, your parents are still running the small restaurant a few blocks away from your home and about 3 hours of bus ride from your apartment, and your only brother will enter the same university in a few months.

You are pretty much contented with how your life is going.  You are sure that you can secure a good job after graduation because of your grades, so you didn’t worry much about that.  However, what kept you up and thinking a little too much is, well, if you cannot emphasize it further, the numbers.

You tried to keep it on the low down when you are with your family, brushing off any of their questions if your soulmate had already come and find you, or are there any changes in the mile radius at all, etc.  Its same old, same old.  You got tired eventually, just telling them that you are okay living by yourself and you are 100% fine, and they should not worry about you.

But, whenever you are alone in your thoughts, especially on your favorite bed with the only source of light being the small lamp at the bed side table on your right, you do know that you totally mind.  

You sometimes wonder, are they doing okay? Are they thinking about you and how you look like?  Do they even want to meet you?  Do they even want to be known?  They never attempted to move and find you, so what else can you think about?  You sometimes thought that they might be dead, but you do know that once they’re dead, the numbers will totally be gone from your inner wrist, which is not the case.

“Thinking about your soulmate again?”  Your best friend, Lauren, came in to the door, and you immediately slide down the bed, hiding both of your arms beneath your comforter.

“You should really learn how to knock.”

Lauren just snorted and you roll your eyes at her, but you moved to the side of the bed, allowing your friend to scoot next to you, half lying on the bed as she leans her body towards your direction.

“If you really want to meet him, why don’t you find him?”

Lauren has been bringing this topic up since forever, but you would always say that it is not possible because of your hectic timetable at school and your part-time job.  So you just gave her the same answer.

“Hmm, ______, in case you still don’t know, we’re graduating in a month and we already had our clearance and final grades covered, so we are technically on holiday…”  It was her turn to roll her eyes dramatically and letting out whines of disappointment as to why you had forgotten about it.

“I know, but… I shouldn’t be the ones looking for him, right?  He should because he is the man!”  You pouted and Lauren just looked at you with disbelief.

“You still believe that thing that your friends and family told you?”  She flicks your forehead and you whined in pain, you were about to retaliate but Lauren held her hand up, silently telling you to shut it.

“______, we are at the new age, if the girl is the one who decided to find her soulmate, it doesn’t make the guy less of a person. What if he has some personal issues he needed to deal with that’s why he cannot go out and find you himself? There should be a reason behind it, ______, you need to find out or else it’s going to stress you out all the time.”

“But – how will I do that, I don’t even know where exactly he is?”

“What is the use of the internet and laptop for? Seriously, how did you pass college with that brain?”

This time you didn’t stop yourself when you whack a pillow on your best friend’s face.

The next morning, you were at the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee to brew and for your bread to toast.  Lauren is long gone since she had an early morning class, so she’s already running to the door when you went out of your room.

You two did stay up quite late last night trying to search for a place that would match the distance on your wrist.  The result that appeared didn’t really bring much of a shock to you, but you’re still a little worried since it really is far from where you are, you sure did see a few photos and had read about it being really beautiful.

“Lauren, that is too far.”

“Obviously, its more than 6000 miles.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?  What if he pushes me away once I get there?”

“You will not know until you get there.”  She switches over to a website to check flights, hotels, and car rentals in the area and your eyes widened and you placed your hand atop hers on the mouse.

“Lauren, wait –“

“______ -“  Your best friend looks at you and you were taken aback when you saw the concern and worry in her eyes.

“I swear, you are going to worry about this forever, you not meeting your soulmate.  It is not that you wanted to worry all the time, but that is your inborn reaction to it.  Remember when I tried to avoid Jake when I found out he is my soulmate because Karen had a crush on her?”  You bit your lower lip at the memory, yes, you had seen how Lauren was like, and Jake too, since you are sharing majority of your classes with him.  You remember how Jake would always ask you where Lauren is but since Lauren asked you to not tell him anything about her whereabouts. Your best friend was equally devastated, not eating and sleeping well and just staring at her wrist all the time.

“______, I don’t want you to be like that for the rest of your life.” She runs her hands on your exposed shoulder.

“At least if you get to see him, you’ll be able to meet him, you can ask him anything you want to, you would know the answers to the questions that has been eating you up ever since…”  You looked away, not knowing how to respond to her.

“And since he is your soulmate, you might finally find your forever in him, and you won’t be forever alone, just like how you deem you will be.��

You let out a huge sigh just as the coffee brewed completely and your toast has popped out of the machine.  You grabbed the mug and the toast, putting them on a plate before scurrying to the kitchen table.

You didn’t stop Lauren when she booked you a flight to the country where your soulmate is, as well as a hotel room for 3 nights and a car rental good for 4 days, in case you and your soulmate would want to stroll around.  She had paid for your flight tickets so you really cannot argue much.  Also, you didn’t really have any plans before graduation anyway.

Deep inside, you are happy.  You will be seeing your soulmate in a few days, and you will know how they look like, and you will finally unravel the truth behind the uncertainties lingering in your head for the last 10 years.

However – you are also worried, maybe more worried than happy to be honest.  What if he doesn’t really want to meet you that’s why he didn’t try finding you in the first place?  What if all of this is just a waste of time and you were just mistaken?  You shake the uneasy feeling off and just started eating your breakfast; thinking that it’s better to just think of how you can pack for a trip on the other side of the world for four days and three nights.

“Let me know how it goes, okay?”  Lauren whispers against your ear when your parents were out of earshot.  You told them that you are going on a business trip from the company where you had an internship so they were more than happy to let you go, telling you to buy them some stuff from that country as presents.

You glanced at your ticket and passport one more time before boarding, this is really it, and I’m finally meeting my soulmate.  You took a deep breath and smiled at yourself, thinking of sleeping the entire 16-hour non-stop flight so that you’ll have enough rest before finding your soulmate.

Guess who got sleep.  Well, maybe your seatmate who had been drooling for the last 14 hours, but certainly not you.

You watched in amusement as the numbers gradually decrease on your inner wrist as the hours go by.  In 2 hours, you will be landing, and you are sure that the numbers will just be in two digits by the time you went out of the local airport.

250.

You never thought that you will be seeing this in your entire life, ever.  You had lost sleep and tiredness the moment you see the numbers drop, but you didn’t mind, you are more than happy than you’ve ever been before.

Since you left home in the afternoon and there is a crazy difference on the time between your country and your soulmate’s, you arrived at the local airport at 10:00 AM.  When the representative from the car rental company welcomed you, she offered to drive you to your hotel as a courtesy, despite you saying no, she insisted, already opening the door to the passenger seat after you’d settled your luggage at the compartment.

The distance on your wrist had lowered to 80 as the woman drive all the way to the hotel where you’ll be staying.  Your heartbeat is erratic and you need to clutch your chest to try to calm it down a bit.  Hopefully the woman will not notice how uneasy you are the entire ride.

When you get to the hotel room after bidding the woman good bye and checking in, you gasped when the mile radius is now down to 50. It means that your soulmate will just be about a few hours away.

You wanted to get to where he’s at right at that moment, but your body felt exhausted because of the long flight, so you decided to take a shower, order some food before getting some much needed rest, opting to go find your soulmate tomorrow morning instead.

You were all dressed up and your light make up is done as you stare at the mirror, your bag on one hand and your keys at the other.

You are really doing this, you are going to see him, whoever he is.  Is he looking for you too?  Is he feeling giddy or happy that the numbers on his wrist are dropping too?  Does he even notice it?  Does he even know that his soulmate is just about a few miles away?

You took a deep breath, calming your thoughts and your slightly shaking body.  There is no backing out now.  You stared at yourself through the mirror and promised yourself that whatever the outcome of this whole adventure is, you will accept it and you will happy.  Though at the deeper part of your heart, you want this to end in a good way.

The compass seemed to have an additional feature that you never get to learn before, because it suddenly included the north, east, west, and south options at the bottom part.  You guess that this might be something unique to those who have their soulmates nearby.

You used it as a guide as you drive your way along the streets of an unknown territory, finding an unknown person, the path you’re taking slightly dangerous but the excitement ran heavily against your veins, the idea that your soulmate will just a few minutes away, thrilled you, both in a good and bad way.

You turned left, then right, then just straight ahead, the word north had been constant and unchanging for the last 30 minutes, the mile radius dropping continuously.  You halted when the only number you can see is 0.1, surprised that you got there pretty fast.

You looked around, the area is obviously commercial, and so you’re thinking that your soulmate might be working on one of the establishments.  However the one next to your car and the closest too, is something that you are not expecting to see.

A hospital.

Alright.  Maybe he is a doctor?  Or a nurse? A medical staff?

You took another deep breath when drove to the allotted parking space not too far from the street where you came from.  You stepped out of your car, walking towards the hospital building and the word left appeared on your wrist.  You walked to your left, after a few steps, the distance dropped to 0.07.  You continued walking, the compass telling you to turn right, so you went ahead, and you were welcomed by a few private rooms, you even saw a patient going out of the room accompanied by a nurse.  You walked straight, your knees wobbling slightly and your heart about to burst out of your chest.  You took deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down.

0.03. Right.

You met another corner and you can feel sweat beading on your forehead.  You quickly wiped it with your handkerchief before letting out another huge breath.

This is it.

You turned left, only to be welcomed by a set of tall, glass doors with a huge sign printed on top.

ONCOLOGY.

You stopped abruptly, causing you to bump against a hurrying hospital staff and you apologized to her, and she bowed but continued walking past you, scurrying to get inside quickly.

Thoughts are running through your head and you are thinking whether you should continue or not.

However, Lauren’s words lingered on your head, reminding you of your purpose.  You already came this far, there’s not backing out now.  No matter what welcomes you, good or bad, you will accept it, and you’ll take it.

You just hope that it is something good, at least.

You walked through the glass doors, slowly, dragging your shaking limbs towards the clean, white walled hallway.  The compass says north, so you continued heading straight ahead, seeing a couple of more doors painted with either cream or dull orange colors, with a small window to peak at, partnered with a small shelf on the wall to its right, indicating the room number, name of the patient, and the doctor in charge.

The compass on your inner wrist sent a dull, burning feeling when it finally hit zero and you froze, in front of you is a door a little bigger than the rest that you’ve seen, and the color is a bright red.  You took a few steps towards the door, looking at the shelf to the right to read the details.

121

Patient: Yunhyeong, Song

Attending Oncologist:  Jiyong, Kwon

Attending Nurse:  Manobal, Lisa

 Oh.  Okay.

You started to wonder, who among the two is your soulmate?

You took another deep breath, you will finally know the answer once you enter that door.

You can do this, ______.  Just do it.

You are about to open the door when, all of a sudden, a tall, lean girl went out of the room on her nurse uniform.  She must be the attending nurse.

“Hey, can I help you?”  She said in English, figuring that you are not a local.  You looked at her brown, round eyes as you try to formulate a response, are you just going to say that you are here because you are looking for your soulmate?  You know that it is not a weird thing, because it is common, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed and worried.

“I –I’m,” You cleared your throat and introduced yourself, fiddling with the sleeve of your coat, tugging it upwards unconsciously.

“Oh, hi, ______.  My name is Lalisa, but I preferred to be called Lisa, I am the attending nurse for the patient in this room.  Do you know him by any chance?”  She says with a smile as bright as sun.  You bit your lower lip before fixing your gaze at the ground.

“Ugh, I might, but… also maybe not.  Uhm… is the… attending Oncologist inside this room too?”

“Oh, Doctor Kwon?  No, he is at the other building doing a surgery… It’s just Yunhyeong who’s inside.  Are you looking for Doctor Kwon then?”

Your eyes widened in shock and slight disappointment.  It means that your soulmate is the guy named Song Yunhyeong… and he is a patient in the Oncology department of this hospital…  It only means one thing, right?

“______?”  Lisa’s voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you shook your head quickly.  Okay, he might be a patient here – but he must be healing, right?  He is here to heal anyway, so why worry so much?

“S-sorry…”  You trailed off as you tried to speak again.

“I – I know this may sound a little weird but…” You lifted your left arm before tugging the sleeve down, revealing the digital compass on your inner wrist.  “I hope… this explains things?”  You whispered and nibbled on your bottom lip as you stared at the woman in front of you.  She looked at your wrist thoroughly and she smiled a little before shaking her head slightly.

“I guess that’s the reason why he’s been up all night.”  She murmured before letting out a breath.  “Follow me.”  She held the door open, gesturing for you to come in and you looked at her nervously, but she just smiled at you before tilting her head to the side.  You stepped in to the room, and you paused midway as you look at the young man dressed in a hospital suit, standing in front of the ceiling to floor glass windows overlooking the hospital’s garden and mini park.

“You’re back right a-“  Yunhyeong turned around and was cut off when his eyes captured a new face inside his room.

“Ah!”  He gasped when he felt the numbers on his wrist burn a little, just like how it was a few minutes before Lisa stepped out of the room.  He looked up and the girl was also rubbing her inner wrist, and realization hit him then.

When Yunhyeong also rubbed his inner wrist, you know it was him.  You stared at the young man, he is handsome, his tall nose and perfectly sketched jaw – the sunlight from the windows beaming at him and he looks like an angel.  Your eyes started to water and you smiled at him, you didn’t notice that you are already running towards his direction.  He was taken aback when he felt your arms around him, burying your face against his chest as you started to sob against it.

Yunhyeong cannot deny that he felt his heart soften when he sees you, he knows that you are the one, the one who’s meant to be his other half forever.  However, he thinks that not everything that fate and symbols indicate are really meant to be.

You gasped when you finally realized that you are hugging him.  He might be your soulmate, but he is technically still a stranger.  You cursed internally and, embarrassed, you pulled away slowly, wiping your tear-stained face before taking a few steps back.

“S-sorry – I was just… uhm.”  You rubbed the back of your neck and the young man did the same, but he smiled at you.

“I-It’s okay…”  He said shyly and you looked up to him.

“I – you might already know who I am, I mean, who I am but not my name…”  You ranted.  “I’m ______, I am your-“

“Soulmate, yes, I know.”  He smiles again and you figured that it is one of the best and most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen.

“Y-yeah…”  You confirmed before looking away.

“______!”  Lisa’s voice interrupted the awkward silence surrounding you and Yunhyeong, and you accepted the distraction.  “Why don’t you sit at the chair next to the bed?  Yunhyeong go sit there, you know you cannot stand up for too long, right?” Lisa pursed her lips together and you are not sure but you did see a glimmer at her eyes and Yunhyeong pouted at her cutely.  Oh.

“No buts, just-just sit there, you two cannot talk like that the whole time.”  She guided you to sit on the chair allotted for visitors, just next to the head of the bed, your soulmate trailing behind.

Yunhyeong sat on the edge of the bed, a few steps away from you.  Lisa smiled at the two of you and about to leave the room, but Yunhyeong grabbed her hand, pulling her back, intertwining their fingers together.  Oh.

“Yunhyeong –“

“Stay.”  He looks up to her and Lisa looked at you, her expression sad and you are confused, your eyebrows are furrowed and your palms are pressed together on your lap.

“Yun – you two need to talk alone, I can’t be here.”

“But – I need you to be here.  She needs to know.”  Your soulmate muttered and you haven’t realized that your whole body is trembling, the fear that you’ve been trying to bury deep within your guts is slowly creeping out of its grave, crawling towards the forefront of your brain.

Shit, hold your shit together, you don’t know yet, allow them to explain.

Yunhyeong’s eyes meet yours and you almost break down right then there when the look on his eyes is teary, and apologetic.

“______…”  He trails off as he grips Lisa’s hand tighter, despite the other woman struggling to remove it from his grip, looking away.  His other hand went to settle on your tensed shoulder, making you flinch and Yunhyeong pulled his hand away altogether.

“A-are you and Lisa, together?”  You looked at him after letting out a shaky breath and his eyes drifted to the ground, before he nods.

“Yun –“

“We are married…”  Yunhyeong continues, holding both of his and Lisa’s hands up high to reveal the matching diamond rings they have on their ring fingers, making you choke on our own spit, the burning feeling at the middle of your chest is slowly spreading all throughout your body as you tried to hold back the tears that are brimming on your eyelids.

“I really need to go, Yunhyeong – I’m sorry, ______, I – will come back a little later.  Yun, just… just talk to her.”  Lisa blinked away a few tears on her eyes before scrambling to get her stuff and walking out of the room, leaving you and your soulmate alone.

“I-is she the reason why you never looked for me?” You tried to sound adamant, but you completely failed.  Why did he marry a girl who’s not his soulmate?  “Isn’t that, I don’t know, against fate?”  You laughed a little, your voice laced with a little venom that you never really intended, but it still come out.

“P-Partly…”  Yunhyeong said and you looked at him.  Before you even get to ask, he continues.

“I’m dying, ______.”

Right.

If knowing that your soulmate is married to someone else is already devastating, this one sure did shatter your heart to millions of pieces.

“I’ve been diagnosed with bone cancer since I was little…”  He lifts his hand as he tries to open and close his fist.  “The doctors are surprised I made it this far…”  He chuckles a bit.  “But I guess I only had to make it this far.”  He lets out a sad laugh.  “I had three transplants over the last 10 years, but it didn’t help much.  It only added years to my life, but, eventually, my body is slowly giving up on me, until I cannot take it anymore.”  He looks at you and you held the sheets at the side of the bed to hold yourself together.

“I’m sorry.  I wanted to find you before, but I thought that it just doesn’t make sense since I will die anyway.  I never knew that you will – you will try looking for me.  I’m sorry if I…”  He bites his lower lip and you closed your eyes.  “I disappointed you.”

“It’s okay…”  You are disappointed, but you are, at the same time, sad that the fate of your soulmate is like this.  He looks really young, probably just about your age, and he has a terminal illness. He may not be with you, but it will be better to learn that he will live a longer time with someone that he really loves.  You also thought that if you tried finding him sooner, like Lauren had suggested, you might have been with him, instead of Lisa.

The way he looks at Lisa is something that you had secretly hoped he would look at you before you met him.  The way he holds her hands firmly, and the way he begs for her to be with him.

You secretly wanted that.

You were speechless when you felt Yunhyeong’s arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling your head against his chest and you gave your everything to not bawl your eyes out.  You bite your lower lip so hard, you pressed your toes against the tiled floor, and you squeezed your hands together, you will not cry, especially not in front of him.  You tried to keep a little pride to yourself, to show your soulmate that you are okay, chanting the phrase that you and Lauren had practiced before you get on to your flight, no matter how this turns out, you will accept it whole-heartedly.

Yunhyeong pulls away before cupping your face.

“I hope you’ll find someone who will love and take care of you for the rest of your life…”  He wipes a single tear that left your right eye without you knowing before pressing a light kiss on your forehead.  “You deserve it.”  He murmurs and you find yourself nodding, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.

“Thank you, Yunhyeong…”  You chuckled before looking up to him.  “I am… just happy that I finally get to meet you and know who you are.”  You helped him sit down on the bed when you saw him wobble on his steps back.

“I sincerely am happy that… I get to meet you… Honestly I will be happier if… the situation is better… but I am happy nonetheless…”  You smiled at him and he smiles back.

“Thank you.  I’m happy that I met you too, I am sorry again if I made you travel thousands of miles away only to find out that your soulmate is dying… and married.”  He bows his head and you shake your head, lifting the boy’s chin to meet your gaze.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.  I am happy, I promised myself that however this… journey turns out, I will be happy, for myself, and for you.”  You kissed both of his cheeks and Yunhyeong blushes and he nods.

“______?”  He asks and you looked at him.

“Once the numbers completely fade away, you would know that… I’m already gone.”  He says and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, but you kept it to yourself. You nodded and pulled away, grabbing your purse from the chair and smiling at him.

“I… I actually really needed to head back to the hotel, I didn’t have much time here since graduation is nearing…”  You fiddled with your phone that you got from the purse before looking at him.

“And my flight back home is tomorrow morning…” You tittered half-heartedly and Yunhyeong nods, understanding.

“I… I hope you’ll get well soon, Yunhyeong… and you take care, okay?”  You waved at him with a heavy heart.  You did try to look at this kind of scenario happening, but it is 10x more hurtful that what you imagined.

“Bye, ______.”  He waves back and you walk your way out of the room, your limbs gaining speed until you are running out of the building, towards your parked car and you finally let the dam broke when you stepped in to the driver’s seat, burying your face against the steering wheel, crying your guts out at the least expected outcome of this whole journey.

The next morning, you had requested to move your flight that afternoon, there is no point of staying longer anyway.  You had packed your bags and when you go over your purse to get your card out for check out, you felt a cold, thin steel grazing your fingers, which made you confused, you know that you put all your jewelry inside the box, which you put inside your luggage.

You took it out, and you gasped when you saw a gold chained necklace with a pendant.  You held it up to a clearer view of what the pendant looks like.  You held your mouth when you felt fresh tears on your eyes.

6799.

Uhm first I wanna say I’m sorry if this is not a happy ending >< Please stay tuned on the sequel soon!  I guess you already for which member will it be hahaha!

See y’all in the next update :)

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[taexual]

maybe i | yunhyeong

pairing: yunhyeong x oc

genre: smut, college au, fwb au

warnings: playful banter, some teasing, a quickie (protected), not a lot of pillow talk because of unexpected circumstances

summary: your friendship with benefits with yunhyeong is threatened when he accidentally tells you he loves you.

words count: 4.4k

requested by anonymous.

“We don’t have much time,” Yunhyeong said, nearly ripping your jeans off of you in his haste. “My roommate will be back in an hour.”

You hadn’t planned to see him today, but Yunhyeong grabbed you – almost literally – when you were on your way home from the campus library, telling you that he missed you and asking if you were free. Which was just a courtesy, really, considering that he was already pulling you towards his dorm.

You wouldn’t have objected anyway, truth be told – you missed him, too. But hearing that you were running on limited time did frustrate you a little.

Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on your elbows, helping him rid you of the denim as his old bed creaked underneath both of your weights.

“I thought he had classes the whole day,” you commented. “And so did you.”

“I’m skipping all of mine,” Yunhyeong replied, tossing your jeans aside and reconnecting your lips in a—hurried—feverish kiss. You broke the kiss another second later to pull his shirt over his head. “And he’s only going to one.”

“The asshole,” you said.

“Right?” he agreed, only half-listening as he rolled you on top of him, until you were straddling his waist. “Come here.”

You lowered your lips to meet his again, finally able to enjoy the moment without worrying about tearing your clothes off of each other as quickly as possible. He kissed you back, cherishing in the familiar taste of your mouth, and struggling—as always—to believe that you’d done this enough times for your taste to become familiar.

Suddenly, you distracted him from his thoughts by bringing your hips over his, the layers of your underwear not providing nearly enough friction for this to feel as good as it could. And yet, in spite of that, a low groan passed his lips, his hands flying to your thighs in an almost desperate attempt to keep you steady while also encouraging you to, please, do that again.

And you complied – your bodies communicating wordlessly – as you rolled your hips into his once again, biting your lip when you felt the growing bulge underneath you. Your faces were inches apart, mouths hovering over each other, as your hips continued to grind into his slowly, the sensation as teasing as it was pleasurable.

“I’m going to need you to take these off now,” Yunhyeong whispered against your lips, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties. “We don’t have much time.”

“So impatient,” you rolled your eyes – the playful gesture only killing him a little more, while the pressure of your hips on his hardening length when you sat up, could have easily finished him off right then and there. “We should have gone to my place.”

“So that your neighbors can call the police on us again? No, thank you,” he scoffed while his eyes followed your every move – from the way you lifted your hips slightly to be able to pull your underwear down, to the way you brought one of your legs up, then the next one, and, finally, slid the panties down your right ankle. He swallowed.

“They meant well,” you said, giggling as you remembered the awkward altercation a few months ago when the police showed up to your dorm – at a very inconvenient moment, too – on behalf of your concerned next-door neighbor. She’d assumed—from the sounds? You weren’t sure— that you were getting killed. “In her defense, using ropes in a dorm room probably wasn’t the wisest idea.”

Yunhyeong laughed – the sound coming out strained when you lowered yourself on him again, your naked core brushing against his boxers; still one layer too many between you – before he sat up to meet your lips in a kiss, too impatient to wait.

“We’re trying that again, though,” he said then, hands gently dancing on your shoulders and down the straps of your bra, inching towards the clasp on your back. “Probably in a place with less neighbors.”

Knowing that you would likely never find a secluded enough spot without any people around, you gasped, purposefully overreacting. “You’re suggesting we do that in public?”

Yunhyeong lifted an eyebrow in response because that wasn’t exactly what he was suggesting, but now that you’d mentioned it, he wasn’t really against the idea.

“Might as well try,” he replied, his mind growing hazy as he focused on the feeling of your nearly naked body pressed against his. He still hadn’t mastered the clasp of your bra and you had to reach up to help him.

The moment your fingertips met as you undid your bra, Yunhyeong kissed you again. He refused to let you take your bra off yourself, and took control of the process – sliding each strap down your arms as if you had all the time in the world for this.

“Hmm,” you hummed against his lips, pulling away to warn him, “I thought we were in a hurry.”

Dreamily, Yunhyeong continued the slow, sensual process of removing your bra, the tips of his fingers brushing gently against your breasts once the garment was finally off. He always turned this simple act – that you would have preferred to get over with as quickly as possible; bras weren’t exactly known for being comfortable – into something that was akin to a grandiose procedure that he refused to skip over.

“We are,” he said. “But there are some things you can’t speed up.”

You scoffed at this, but the warmth of his words sent sparks all over your body – he’d always made it a big deal out of removing your clothes; the less there were left on you, the slower he moved.

“Yunhyeong,” you were forced to whine then – he may have been hoping for it – as he caressed your body, his hands not really lingering anywhere very long as he attempted to touch as much of you as possible.

This wasn’t the first time you were having sex, and yet he always made it feel as special as that first time. You didn’t mind that, especially since your first time with Yunhyeong had happened when both of you were drunk, so the memory of it was very blurry in your head. But, as much as you appreciated the care he put into everything he did, you wanted more now.

Pushing his chest gently with your hands, you forced him to fall back on the pillow. The small gasp that left his lips when you suddenly took charge of the situation was quickly replaced by a proud smirk, prompted by your impatience. You ignored it and, instead, pulled down his boxers, making sure to touch him as lightly as possible – on purpose, to tease him right back for taking this so slowly before.

“We’re in a hurry,” he was the one to remind you this time.

Ah, you’d been waiting for this.

With your hand barely grazing the tip of his length, you shrugged your shoulders. “Some things you can’t speed up.”

Yunhyeong rolled his eyes – or tried to – but he was forced to throw his head back and close his eyes altogether when you wrapped one of your hands against his fully-hard cock and gave it a few lazy pumps.

His sensitivity to your touch was one of your favorite things about doing this. Every time you doubted if it was a good decision to include sex in your friendship, you remembered the look on his face, like the one right now: his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes barely open but firmly locked on you, his chest rising and falling in anticipation of what you’d do next – and you knew you really wouldn’t have it any other way.

When your grasp on his length got tighter and your strokes more sensual, Yunhyeong groaned and reached out to stop you, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he sat up and placed his hands on yours. He pressed his lips to yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss – deciding that not a lot of talking was going to be done from now on – and you leaned into him, allowing him to guide you to the previous position you’d been in: with your thighs on either side of him, your core pressed dangerously close to his length.

He brought one of his hands to your neck to angle your face in a way that allowed him to deepen the kiss. In the mean time, his free hand found your clit as he experimented by bringing his fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and, of course, teasing you until he felt you exhale against his mouth in frustration.

“Yunhyeong,” you spoke, a certain warning noticeable in your otherwise soft voice. He moved his lips to your neck instead. “I’m going to get up and leave if you don’t do something right now.”

He chuckled and the feeling of his teeth against the skin of your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“Fine,” he said then, pressing one more lingering kiss to your neck before reaching over to the drawer on his nightstand. “I thought the risk of getting caught was supposed to feel thrilling.”

“Well, if your roommate does come back soon,” you replied, watching him grab a condom package from his drawer and rip it open, “I’d rather he interrupted us when we were actually doing something.”

Yunhyeong paused for a second to give you a questionable look after you said this, but he decided not to argue, focusing on the more important things at hand.

“But we are doing something,” he said instead, teasing, as he tossed the wrapper on the floor.

“Something more,” you said – pointlessly so, because he was already rolling the condom down his length, his hands shaking lightly. He wanted this just as much as you – if not more – but his excitement was getting the best of him; he never did learn how to completely calm his nerves when he was alone with you.

Finally, he brought his hands down to your hips, slowly moving your body back and forth on his lap, your fold rubbing against his cock, the motion undoubtedly pleasant, but not enough.

When you were about to open your mouth and urge him to do something, Yunhyeong finally lifted your body up just a little and aligned himself with your entrance. His eyes met yours as he pushed the tip in and then stopped, keeping his hands on your thighs, but allowing you to choose the pace.

You lowered yourself on him, the stretch as sweet as it was painful. You closed your eyes at the feeling, so you did not see the absolute adoration in his eyes when you bottomed out. The blissful expression on your face was heaven itself right now and Yunhyeong momentarily forgot that you could also move, further intensifying the emotions he was feeling.

You held onto his shoulders as you ground your hips into his slowly, your walls warm and snug around him. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he watched your concentrated face and responded to the gentle swaying of your body by bucking his hips – just barely, really, but you felt it, your head automatically falling backwards, heavy breaths leaving your lips.

“That’s—” you started to say, pressing your hips into his harder, faster. “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” he asked – or perhaps agreed with you, it was hard to tell when he tried to muffle his own moans – and then he leaned in closer to you until his chest hit yours, and his cock changed the angle inside of you, suddenly feeling much deeper.

A quiet gasp left your lips at this new, sharper sensation, and Yunhyeong gave you a second to adjust before he lifted your hips and lowered them on his length again, slowly enough so you wouldn’t be in pain, but with enough force so you’d feel all of him. He did everything in an encouraging way, not trying to be in full control and letting you do most of the work as you steadily began to move on top of him.

You felt him so deep inside that you couldn’t help exhaling shakily as you squeezed your closed eyes even tighter. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders to find a more comfortable position, this way bringing your bodies even closer, so that there wasn’t a single spot of your skin that wasn’t touching his. 

He was restraining himself on your behalf, that much was clear in the way he kissed the side of your neck, focusing his attention elsewhere, so he wouldn’t start pounding into you.

Letting him know that you could handle it, you removed one of your hands from his neck. You placed your hand on his and lifted it from your hips to your lower back – so he was still holding you, but no longer had the opportunity to control how fast you moved – and then you returned to holding onto his shoulders as you began to bounce on him, gradually gaining speed until his kisses turned into soft groans against your neck.

“Fuck,” you moaned, louder now that the feeling of his throbbing length rubbing against your walls had grown more intense.

He held you against him, his hand wrapping around your waist for more support, while his other hand slid down to grab your ass, squeezing and kneading it as you continued to ride him.

“You feel so good, baby,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath as you alternated between grinding your hips into his and then moving up and down on his length again.

“Hmmm,” was all you could muster in response as Yunhyeong moved his hips to meet yours halfway, your bodies locked together in a well-choreographed dance, the only music in the room being the sound of your skin slapping against each other to the rhythm of your heavy breaths.

You’ve done this before with him – countless times – and yet each time he held you as close as this, his hands squeezing the softest parts of your body and his length drilling into you, you were still surprised by how good this could feel.

“I-I’m—” you tried, the words dying on your tongue and transforming into a desperate, wordless plea when you felt his kisses on your collarbones, then on your chest, until finally his mouth found one of your nipples, his tongue gentle and electrifying all at once. “Oh, please.”

He hummed, the sensation reverberating pleasantly all across your body as he moved to your other breast, starting off with butterfly kisses all around it before finally bringing his tongue over your nipple, sucking on it lightly and pulling away with a wet kiss. 

Overwhelmed by pleasure, you had no choice but to relent to him as he began to thrust up into you, his hands holding you in place. His pace did not slow down once – he’d gotten enough practice to know the right way to throw you off the edge – as he gripped your thighs, his cock going in and out of you.

“S-so close,” you spoke shakily, your body seemingly a separate entity from your mind now.

With another soft moan, you caught Yunhyeong off-guard when you met his thrusts by rotating your hips in quick, clumsy figure-8s.

Sex between the two of you was always a battle for control – although neither of you minded sharing – but he did not object right now, far too lost in the feeling of being inside of you. And yet the circular motions of your hips were so sweet, he was starting to get worried he’d be the one coming first.

His breath catching in his throat, Yunhyeong licked his lips and watched you, in awe. You looked and you felt so warm, so soft, so perfect – he couldn’t control himself anymore.

“So good to me,” he praised, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of your snug walls squeezing him, and absolutely intoxicated from the way you looked as you chased your high. “Oh, fuck, I love you. S-so much.”

Too lost in the feeling, you didn’t fully register his words – or perhaps you did, but they sounded so fitting in this moment, you found nothing weird with them – and, therefore, you were only able to whimper in response, moving your hips against his faster.

“Fuck,” he whispered, half-aware of what he’d just said, but much, much more aware of the way you were clenching around him, and the increasing sound of your breathing as you inched closer to the edge.

“I’m going to—” you got cut off when he brought a hand between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit with the tips of his fingers as you continued to grind your hips against his. “Ah—! Going to—”

“Come for me,” he whispered lowly. “I got you. F-fuck—”

Moaning loudly when the intense wave of pleasure washed over your body, you thrashed in his arms, but Yunhyeong kept a tight grip on you as his fingers continued to work on your clit.

Gasping for air, you dug your fingertips into his skin, feeling so full, so comfortable, so good. Your hips had stilled against his, except for a few sporadic, uncontrollable twitches – that made him see white – as you came down from your high.

“Baby,” he groaned, struggling to hold himself back any longer when your walls continued to squeeze around his length, the feeling so blissful—and so dangerous—he came faster than he would have liked or expected.

Loud groans left his mouth as he thrust into you hard and fast one more time, the sound of your ecstatic whimpers only urging him on. Bottoming out with his final thrust, he emptied himself into the condom with an unintelligible sound, comprised of your name and how good you made him feel.

He was breathless and had to use one of his hands to lean against the wall, so he wouldn’t topple over you or knock you both off the bed – it’d happened before; he was not proud of it – as he tried to return to reality.

You were still recovering, a strange—but not unwelcome—buzzing in your ears from your high. You watched Yunhyeong curse as he thrust into you leisurely a few more times before finally pulling out and letting go of you, albeit very reluctantly.

The two of you stayed still for a second, your bodies still just as close, even if he wasn’t inside of you anymore. And yet even through you were breathing the exact same rhythm, even though your eyes could not look away from each other, cherishing in the afterglow, neither one of you could bring yourselves to kiss the other. Even though you wanted to. Really, really wanted to.

Traces of anxiety were slowly making its’ way to both of your faces. Or, rather, now that you weren’t too focused on something else, you were able to realise that this anxiety had been there from the moment Yunhyeong said those words; you just didn’t want to think about what it meant at the time.

Now, bringing his tongue over his lips, Yunhyeong pulled away from your body first – so he could discard of the condom. When he sat back down on his bed, he no longer lifted his eyes to look at you.

The confession hung heavy in the air as your breathing slowed. He wasn’t sure if he was more scared of you bringing it up, or not bringing it up.

Finally, you exhaled and leaned over the edge of the bed to reach for his discarded duvet. You wrapped it around yourself – not because you were chilly or uncomfortable, but simply because this worked as a sort of shield for when you finally said, “w-we should probably talk about—”

Yunhyeong inhaled so sharply, your sentence faded off in surprise. He got up to put his boxers back on and, taking advantage of the fact that he had his back to you, he replied quietly, “I don’t know what else to add to that.”

Your first – natural, fighting for survival – course of action was an attempt to make light of the situation.

“Was it a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing?” you asked, chuckling nervously. The chuckle was supposed to make this seem even less like a big deal, yet it became the reason why it was suddenly painful for Yunhyeong to turn around and face you again.

“No, I… uh,” he spoke hesitantly. There was really no way back now. “I meant it.”

Your thoughts – usually so long, complicated, and sometimes even difficult to understand – suddenly swarmed in your head in the form of three-word sentences: he meant it. He loved you. That was fine.

Progressing even further, the three-word sentences turned into questions, as your eyes frantically scanned the cheap linoleum flooring in his dorm room: what to say? How to—even—speak?

“Why, um—” you started, clearing your throat when your voice came out unexpectedly groggy. “Why don’t you want to talk about it, then?”

Sighing, Yunhyeong sat down on the bed next to you. “Because I know I ruined everything.”

He hadn’t realised it before – probably because he could always see clearer when you were with him – but it was actually surprisingly dim in his room. He’d closed the curtains after you came over, hiding you two from the afternoon sun and the campus outside. But it had gotten significantly darker now.

He was grateful for that. His face felt too warm and there was only so much of this warmth that he could blame on your previous activity – clearly, he had never been embarrassed after having sex with you, so this wouldn’t work here.

“You… didn’t ruin anything,” you said finally, but a full minute had passed before you spoke and Yunhyeong had already convinced himself that he was right. He’d inserted the finishing nails into the coffin of your friendship.

“I know we’d only agreed on sex, but I—you… well, this happened,” he continued, not sure why his words sounded like an excuse – and a very poor one, at that. He tried again, “I’m—”

The door of his room suddenly opened – so quickly, it nearly got thrown off the hinges – and both of you jumped in surprise.

“Thank fuck you’re home,” Yunhyeong’s roommate was saying – he was drenched; it was probably raining outside – as he tossed his head back to throw the hood of his sweatshirt off his head. When he lowered his face, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you two. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”

The boy didn’t give Yunhyeong a single second to come up with an excuse. He backed out of the room as quickly as he came in—barged in, really; even if this was, technically his room, too—closing the door behind him.

Yunhyeong hid his face behind his hands, standing up. “Well, fuck.”

The look on his roommate’s face as he backed out of the room – the relief to be home immediately replaced by downright terror – and Yunhyeong’s distressed reaction had you biting your lip to resist laughing, even despite the tension from the conversation you’d been having before you got interrupted.

“It’s okay!” you called out, hoping his roommate was close enough to the door to hear it. You doubted it, though. So, tossing the duvet off, you reached for your hoodie and told Yunhyeong, “I’m leaving.”

That sounded awfully final to him. In the ten seconds that it took for you to pull your hoodie over your head, Yunhyeong swore his heart almost stopped five times.

“Y-you are?” he asked, eager to see the look on your face. When your eyes finally met his again, there was nothing out of the ordinary in them – if anything, you seemed calmer now that you were no longer talking about what he’d said.

“Yeah,” you replied, standing up, and fishing your panties out from behind his office chair.

“But it’s raining,” Yunhyeong said lamely, shuffling on his feet as he watched you dress up and found the sight – much to his own confusion – just as tempting as when you were taking your clothes off.

“That’s fine,” you replied, looking for your jeans. Yunhyeong spotted them first, on the floor next to where he was standing, and tossed them to you. “Thanks. I have to get home anyway.”

He tried to remember – struggling, for some reason; despite always claiming that he never forgot a single moment from the days you’d spent together – if you always left in such a hurry, or if today was an exception.

“W-well,” he started, hoping that it would sound less desperate out loud than it did in his head, “can I call you later?”

You gave him an incredulous look as you pulled your jeans up your thighs. “Of course. We have plans for Saturday, remember?”

He did remember. In fact, it was the reason why he was so beside himself with anxiety right now – worried that your future plans were already canceled months into advance.

“We’re still on?” he asked. The fact that he sounded surprised squeezed your heart painfully.

You were glad not to speak of what had happened anymore. In just a few seconds, you had managed to convince yourself that you’d be able to move on from this like it was just a minor misunderstanding. But that was obviously just wishful thinking, brought on by a convenient distraction – Yunhyeong’s roommate, who was likely still waiting outside in the hall.

Regardless, there was nothing else you could say. You needed to clear your head or, actually, do the exact opposite of that and get mind-numbingly drunk.

“Of course we are,” you told Yunhyeong in a light voice – or, what you hoped to be, a light voice.

Wishful thinking or not, you and Yunhyeong had been friends since you started college two and a half years ago. You’d been sleeping together for less, but that wasn’t supposed to bring an end to the friendship part of this arrangement. It couldn’t.

So, you pressed a kiss to his cheek – like you always did – and stepped into your sneakers, leaning down to pull them over your heels.

Yunhyeong watched you smile at him one more time before you left his room – apologizing to his still horrified roommate as you went – and he was glad you didn’t bolt at the first given opportunity, but he still felt uneasy. What happened now? What would he have to do the next time he saw you?

And yet, despite all these questions swimming in his head, Yunhyeong focused on the fact that he would see you again tomorrow. He would see you, and talk to you, and even touch you -- even if it was in passing, when you said hello or when he bought you coffee and handed you the paper cup.

He would see you again, and all the rest didn’t matter much because he loved you, and he considered himself capable of keeping that love in check – or suffocating it altogether if that’s what you would have preferred – so long as he still got to be with you.

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[ikonic-eve]

TENDAE

WARNING:

This story contains of some smut scenes also fluffy cliches. By the way, I'm sorry for the grammars though xo. Wish this story entertain enough to you, let me know if you like it.

Pairings: Bobby x Readers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Hiks...Hikss.."

Bobby glanced over you, who just cried next to him while you watching the whole drama in front of you. Bobby rolled over his eyes, but his lip can't avoid to made a horizontal C by your behavior. He then gave tissue bag to you, so you take it to clean up your snot that flooding over your nose and lips. You slightly wiping your tears even it keeps coming down because you still feel hurt by the drama you have watched right now.

For ten minutes, you and him didn't talking anymore and the drama has ended happily. You wiped your tears, and sighed after feel relieved to saw the ending.

"Look how swollen your eyes right now,"said Bobby to you.

"I know right,"you answered. You sighed again, then hugged your legs and leaned your head on your knee. You closed your eye, still can't get over the feeling you catched from the drama you've watched.

You didn't realized how Bobby watching you right now. Exactly, he just adoring you even your face swollen and red because crying. He staring at you with his amazed gaze, didn't feel bored anymore to see your face. He feel something strange inside his stomatch while he looking at your red face, made him smile spontaneusly. Bobby really enjoyed himself while he seeing your face.

Then you just opened your eyes.

Both your eyes met and locked instantly, and you felt the beats of your heart increased. You didn't know what happened, but you just love to see his eyes that still looking at you. You really love his eyes, that always give the smile whenever you see them. So you keep looking back, let yourself flowed by his peace sight.

But suddenly Bobby just look away.

Bobby stretched his body and yawned afterwards. He took the remote control, and turn off the TV. "Did you feel hungry?"

You nodded. "I wanna ramyun."

Bobby raised his eyebrow. "We already had it on breakfast."

"I don't care,"you said. "I only just want it, because nothing I want to eat right now."

"I don't think the eggs still available there."

"How much you cooked it last time?"

"Mmm.. about four?"

You grinned, when you realized that you and him really such as starving human since morning. "We ate three ramyun.".

"You ate it alone around two."

You smacked his bicep that shown because he just wore white sleeveless t-shirt. "I didn't."

"You did,"tease Bobby. He grinned.

You rolled your eyes. "No. You the last one who ate it."

"I just cleaned the rest,"said Bobby and smirked. "And what I mean the rest is little."

"Shut up,"you said while you lazily standing and streching your arm. You take your unravelly hair and tying it to make a bun. "Come on, let's cook. I'll take the kimchi—"

"Y/N,"suddenly Bobby calling your name. He looked at you seriously. "Are you on your period right now?"

"What?"

You frowned didn't understand what Bobby means, untill your eyes bigger as Bobby pointed out your back with his chin. You instantly touch your butt, and you looked over backward to make sure what's happen.

And you see the kind of red stuff underneath.

"Shit,"you cursed again. You tried to close your back, feel little bit embarassed. "I need to take a bath."

"Yeah, you do,"Bobby look so casual, didn't awkward at all after saw your period. He leaned his back on the couch, yawning again. "Is your pad still available?"

"I don't know. I'll check it out later."

You shake your head and running toward your room to clean up yourself. You hurrily take your clothes off, then go shower yourself. While you just cleaned up your thigh that covered by blood of menstruation, you started to nagging. Oh, so that's why you just got very sensitive since yesterday and your stomatch feels not good either.

How could you forget your schedule actually, Y/N?

After you done, you went out with your towel wrapped your body from breast to thigh. You opened your drawer whereas you placed your stocks of period stuff. But nothing was there. You started to panick, think that you just out of stock.

"Bobby!"

You shouted his name for several times, and he answered gratefully. He opened the door and raised his eyebrow surprisedly. He looked at you that half naked. "Oh, I didn't know that you—"

"My tampon is gone."

"Here,"suddenly Bobby gave the paperbag he brought from outside. "I still don't know which one your favorite but I think you used this?"

You grabbed the paperbag, took out the pack of tampons that Bobby brought. "Oh, God. Blessed to have you here!"

Bobby smile and nodded his head. He then leave you, closed the door to give you some privacy. You feel relieved, because he bought this stuff without any mind initiatively. When you already with your clothes you went out of your room.

"Bobby?"

No one answered.

You walked to family room but nobody was there so you turn back to kitchen. When you came, you could see the back of Bobby's was facing you. You could see his hand was busy to stirred the thing in the pan on the stove. You smiled then pulled the chair near him.

"You really such as boyfriend material,"you praised.

Bobby looked at you, then smile to show his bunny teeth. "Of course I am, lucky you to have me."

You just rolled over your eyes, regretted a little bit after praised your best friend. You just watched him stirring the ramyun, standing independently with one hand on his waist.

"It must be sad to think that someday you're gonna cooked for someone else,"randomly you said your thought.

Bobby sniffed. "Here we go, the drama line."

You laughed little when you heard his sarcasm. "But I'm serious. Who's the lucky girl gonna be later?"

"It's you,"answered Bobby.

You laughed again. "I am, earlier."

Here is. You always avoid the things you know what exactly Bobby meant to. You never give him such a certain response, because you knew how kinda playboy and flirty Bobby is. And you keep the 'play-safe' role just to avoid things you don't want to ruin.

Or maybe you just love him too much that you don't want to lose him because the thing people called relationship or dating stuff.

"The cooking is done!"

Bobby turned his body with a pot on his hand, walking hurrily to the dinning table and placed the pot onto it. You could see the smoke flied freely, and the smell was coming to your nose. Your stomatch had growling when you smell the ramyun, and you quickly take two empty bowls and chopsticks. Bobby sat in front of you, watching you put the ramyun in busily.

"Thanks,"said Bobby when you placed the bowl that filled with ramyun to him. You nodded, and started to eat yours quickly.

"Hmm.. I'm so fuckin hungry,"said you, while you slurping the noodle happily.

After you two finished, you brought the dishes to the sink. You put the plastic glove on your hand, and started to washing. Bobby opened the fridge to take cold mineral water, and poured it to his glass. He then gulped it down, and put the glass to the sink.

"You shouldn't washing right now. Your stomatch must be hurt right now."

You chuckled while you washing the last chopstick. "I'm just on period, not broke my hand, Bobby."

Bobby sighed. "Whatever, but I don't wanna hear any complains after this like everything suck like—"

"Ssshhh, shut up,"you cut his world and laughing because the fact Bobby spitted out is true. Bobby really know how bitchy and also cringey you are when you on period. You took the glove and then sighed happily. "Finally!"

Suddenly you grinned, when the cramp fulfilling your stomatch and your thigh. You touch your stomatch, and moaned. Bobby sighed, knew what happen right now. "I told you."

Before you replied him, Bobby suddenly held you and carried you in bridal-style. "Bobby!"

You just surprised by the way his act, but you hanging your hand on his neck just to make sure you're not gotta fallen. Bobby walked over to the room, close the door, and put you in the bed. You smiled, without let your hand over his neck. "Move."

You shaked your head, grab him tightly so he lost his balance and fell on you. "Y/N—"

You just laughing to see how funny his panicked face right now. Bobby then rolled over so he lying next to you. He then give you the death-glare. "You really—"

"Argh!"

You screamed when you feel the fingers tickling your stomatch, making you laughing so hard. You flinched, move in laughing, tried to hit Bobby. "Stop it! HAHAHAHAHAH! Stop! I'm dying! I'm gonna dying!"

Bobby still tickling you, made you almost die so then you tried to tickling him back but failed. "NO! I GIVE UP! 119 PLEASE!"

Bobby laughing after heard you said that, then he stopped his acted. You two are run of breath, lying calmly. Then you move your head to see him, and you smile.

"It's scared to see you smiled like this when you on period,"said Bobby. "What?"

"Nothing,"then you lied side to face him. You placed your head on his shoulder. You could smell his typical masculine scent upon his skin. It doesn't feel awkward literally yet you feel peace. Then you closed your eyes, calming your soul by his existence. You placed your hand over his chest, feel the hearbeat of his.

"It's beating,"you mumbled randomly.

"Is yours not?"asked Bobby. You chuckled with no reason, don't know why everything so funny right now.

"If the girls know what are we doing right now in my room, they must be mad at me."

"I don't care,"said Bobby shortly. "I think they must know."

"Yeah, if you wanna your best friend die on their hands."

"Haha, no way,"said Bobby as he rolled to you. Now your face was on his chest, you felt his hand on your waist gently. His chain on your head, that he could smell your favorite shampoo. Or maybe his favorite scent of your hair. "Nobody could touch my princess, nobody allowed."

You pinched his hip, make him moaning in awe because it's painful. "It's hurt, Y/N."

You giggled, moved backward so now his position is behind you. You yawning, feel sleepy because you full by the ramyun you ate. You started to close your eyes again, bend your leg to lessed the pain of your stomatch.

"Is it hurt?"

"It's almost hundred time you ask the same question actually."

Bobby called your name with his low voice, made you feel strange but happy at the same time. "I know this is random, but doesn't it strange to have it in yours when you on period?"

"What do you mean by 'it'?"

"Tampon."

"For the first time I used that, I feel like I'm gonna die. It's strange to have a thing in my body for 24 hours. It's stressed me out."

"Why don't you just use pad?"

"It's more frustating. It's harder for me to cleaned it after I used. As I tried tampon, I found it's more efficient for me."

"I don't know why but I regretted to asked you this. I shouldn't know that,"said Bobby, sighed on your head. You lifted your head, look at Bobby under his chin.

"Are you disgusted?"

"No, I'm not. I just can't imagine how hurt it is, but I can't do nothing about it to endure your pain."

"Bobby,"you turn your head so you could see his face in few centimeters. "Why don't you get me pregnant?"

"What?"

You smirked. You really love to tease him, because it's funny to see how surprised he is everytime you said the things like this. "I'm so done to feel this hurt once a month."

His hand was on your waist, then petting your stomatch gently so you feel a little bit good. You feel there is something flying in your stomatch, not sure it caused by cramp or not. You never understand what happen to yourself, or even know what kind of friendship you two had.

Bobby smiled softly while his hand busy petting your stomatch, try to endured the pain you had. Bobby really love this position, because he feel like you already his. He already know what the feeling he had back then but he never try to step forward or make it clear. He just scared that you're gonna rejected him, and you leave him after that.

Someone ever said, you could never being friend forever to opponent sex.

Maybe that's right.

Even Bobby never trying to said his feeling because he really know what are you thinking about him. You always said him such as playboy even fuckboy because Bobby always surrounded by the girls. Bobby really famous when it comes to the girls and there is many girls he dating for. But never long lasting, it always end up when the relationship just 2 days age. Or a week.

So Bobby keep it safe.

Being your best friend. Thanks to destiny that make you and Bobby being friend since childhood because you two are neighbourhood.

"What are we?"

Bobby always asking that question to you, everytime both of you spend the time together like this.

"What's more than best friend?"

You always clearly showed the line, to give him some realization. You and him always do the couple stuff together like cuddle, hugging, etc. But you don't want to involve feelings here because you scared to get hurt by him. So you dcided to being such denial.

"Bobby,"you called him, to make sure he's not sleeping yet. "Is Jennie birthday on sunday?"

"Yes,"replied Bobby, still petting your stomatch. "It's on X ballroom hotel."

"I heard you're gonna perform there?"

"How do you know?"

"Chanwoo said to me earlier,"you grinned.

"That's bastard,"said Bobby. You laughing as you heard him cursed.

"I'll coming."

"Are you serious? You told me before that you don't want to come."

"I will,"you said.

"You can listen my voice on live here, don't need a price to hear it like people do."

"I want to congratulate Jennie, not to see you."

"You mad?"

"No,"you replied him, bothered. "Shut up."

"You do mad."

"I'll kick you if you said that again."

Bobby chuckled again and hug you tightly. You can't breathe by his tight hug, but then Bobby let it go. Bobby still hug you but not tightly yet comfortably. "I'll be here because you sure need something to get on."

"I've been waiting for almost forever to hear you said that. I want ice cream, dude."

"Ten minutes,"then he put his head on yours and you smile so big.

You knew it's sound ridiculous when you and him do this stuff like a couple always do. But here is the concrete proof, you and him lying together on the bed like it was not a big thing. You still not understand if he really loves you or not, so you never asking about it to the point with him. You enjoy the moment with him without questioning, because you scared to be hurt by the fact you don't want to hear.

So you let it keep flowed. You feel grateful at least have the chance to being his best friend, that always be there everytime he needs something. You feel this position enough already, to suport him more and more. Like today, you decided to come to party where your friend is celebrating her birthday in the famous hotel.

""Jennie!"You hugged your friend, touch her back. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you,"said Jennie to you. "Are come here with Bobby?"

You nodded then shrugged your shoulder. "He forced to go along so."

Jennie smile. "I'm still envy to see you have a friend like him, you know."

"What's up!"

"Lisa!"

You and Jennie suddenly cheered up as someone join the conversation. You guys hugged enthusiastically, then took the drink to enjoy the birthday party. You guys looked so pretty in your outfit, shining that make attention to everyone that passed of you. They give you some stare because how interesting your gang right now.

You did not know while you just laughing and smile cheerily someone is watching you from afar, just to make sure you safe. His eyes following where you go, even though his body definitely still in the same spot with his gang that laugh and dumbing each other.

"Tell me who's the girl with Jennie and Rose?"

"Oh-ho, Mino. You want to close with her?"Suddenly Jinhwan laughing when he heard Mino said that.

"Yeah, do you guys know her?"

"You can ask to Bobby,"said Yunhyeong then he look over Bobby that drink calmly while his eye still watching you. "Also you can ask the permission."

Mino raised his eyebrow did not understand what does Yunhyeong meant. So he mocked Bobby. "Do you know her?"

Bobby turned his head to see his hyung. He did not realize his friends just hold their laughter to heard the conversation about. They watching Bobby expression when Mino asked that. "Oh, yeah."

"Can you...?"

"No,"suddenly Bobby said that with smile that show his big teeth. "She's such a breakdown. You're gonna regret it."

Hanbin and Yunhyeong laughing so hard when they heard Bobby said that. The guys already know what kind of Bobby response is if his friends keep asking him to make them close with you. They just love to teasing Bobby.

Bobby doesn't care as everyone keep calling and labelling him as a playboy wannabe in the school. Neither he doesn't give any damn as everyone keep spread the facts how many girls he slept to in school corridor. He just fine with the bad reputation he had.

But it's different when it comes to you.

Nobody would ever dare to touch you even a little bit from your hair since they know who are you for Bobby. Bobby really act different as someone tried to hurt you even bullied you because you really close to him. He ever broke up with the most popular girl in the school after he saw what the girl done to you in the school toilet.

You still remember how scarier Bobby face was, even though he didn't do something rude to the girl but he only look at her with cold gaze. Bobby holding your wet hands by the water they threw up to your body, his grip just too strong because he tried to handle his emotion.

Everyone held their breathe as they saw the girl caught off guard bullied you in the toilet, and Bobby came in with the anger expression you never had. Bobby didn't yelled or slapped his girlfriend. He only came to you, grabbed your hand then he look at the girl.

"Bobby, are you kidding me? Y/N just—"

"We're done."

Bobby cut fhe word coldly, make the girl shocked with mouth widely opened. The girl try to laugh awkwardly. "You must be kidding! We already dating for six months how could you do this do me? Bobby, listen—"

But when he was done, then he really mean it. Bobby take your hand and walk away past her without say anything. You just did not expected Bobby would broke up with the girl he was dating for long time in the first time. Also you feel respected for how gentleman he is, by not doing something rude physically to the girl. Bobby exactly respected women like a gentleman do eventhough he was a playboy though.

"Oh, my God. Isn't it Bobby on the stage right there?"

Suddenly the girls beside you become so loud, pointing the direction. You and your girls friend stop chatting, turn their head to see what the people mean about. As you can see, suddenly the area of surrounded stage just crowded by the girls who crushing over Bobby. They waiting impatiently, screaming enthusiastically to watch their crush singing.

When the instrument start to play, Bobby smiling while he touch the microphone on him. Everyone cheer up when he give a greeting. He smile widely, his bunny teeth showed while he does. "I'm gonna sing the song that I wrote by my own. You guys must be like it because it's first time I sing in public."

"He wrote song?"Lisa looking at you and shake her head proudy. "He really something."

You admit it in your heart, without say it loud to your girl friends. Bobby really different. Genius. Amazing. Bobby look so handsome over there, with black pushed-back hair that exposed his forehead and a piercing on his left corner eyebrow. He even look so flawless with his dark outfit, make him more attractive like he was superstar.

Come on baby, be my instrument tonight

Your line flows down between my fingers

Suddenly, you startled when you hear his husky voice start filled the room. You lifted your head to see him smile confidently, singing in low rhytm that really different from his usual singing style.

I wanna fall into your alluring eyes. I wanna kiss and hug u all night. I wanna smell your scent.

Cozily, just us two; riverview and red wine

Let me be your fireworks all night, paradise in your arms

Bobby sang it dedicatedly for someone. While he had singing the song, his eyes kept looking over the crowd. Trying to find the girl he is writing song for. He really wish the girl he is singing to listen what he is saying through his song. He want you to know how his feeling.

This is your song baby, I wrote it for you baby, I hope it reaches your ears; I pray.

The song reallly did came to your ears, and it made you frozen because you just don't know how to react to this song. You started to feel like this song made by Bobby's feeling for somone. You just standing there, watching how Bobby sing it sweetly, and you feel something flying in your stomatch.

"Let your emotions explode!"

Everyone screaming happily as Bobby scream the chorus, make the party more brightening. Finally Bobby found you in the middle of crowd, standing and looking at him intensely. Bobby can't keep his smile when he knew that you really watching him there.

Light my fuse

Just stay by my side

Close your eyes and come into my arms

Bobby closed his eye while he repeating the chorus, the moments he had with you playing back in his head unstoppable. He still remember how smooth your skin on his fingertips, how soft and good scent your hair is, how warm your hug and how bright his day because your smile. He just can't hold it any longer. He desperately want you so bad but he doesn't want to push you to accept his feeling.

You just same. You standing there with no reaction as your friends did because you have enchanted to see him looked so desperately in love. You just scared your feeling, still denial and didn't allowed your thought to think that this song is for you. You just start to think, and guessing who is the girl gonna Bobby write the song for.

Is it his exes? Or maybe he just getting with someone else right now?

I wanna see you from closer when our lips touch

Wrap your arms around my neck

Let’s swim as we become one

If it's for someone else but why are you thinking the memories you had been with him back then? You laughing yourself in your heart, feel embarassed to think that your playboy best friend do love you like you do. Impossible.

Bobby almost finished his song. The instrument still keep playing, so he take the mic closer to his mouth. He staring you from afar, and his lips start to open.

"A lot of girls might be thinking this song is about them,"he said.

Your eyes meet his when he said that, and you felt your heart suddenly stop beating like its forget how to do the job. But you can't move away your gaze to him, and he still looking at you seriously. "But let's not get confused. This song is for you, best I ever had."

Then he smiled widely, and the crowd cheering so loud. You still there, watching him go down stage and everyone go after him.

"Does he looked at you?"Rose touch your shoulder and she shaked her head disbelief.

"Y/N, he is so fuckin in love with you,"said Lisa.

"I can tell."Agreed Jennie.

You laughing awkwardly, trying to clear up your mind. "I don't think he was looked at me. There is many people here. It's not me."

"Ah, come on, denial girl,"said Lisa while she shake her short hair. "Why you always being ignorant to him?"

"Excuse me,"suddenly Mino appeared next to you. You and your friends look at him directly. You nodded. "Are you from YG School like Jennie?"

"Yes, I am,"you nodded.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Mino, Jennie's cousin."

You give a polite smile and accept his handshake. "Y/N. Nice to meet you too."

"You look so flawless here, and I think I have interest to you. How to get your contact?"

"Oppa, don't you dare to my friend,"Jennie hit Mino slowly. Mino grinned to his cousin, ignored her. Then he grabbed your hand, took the pen from his pocket jacket and started writing something on your palm quickly. In few seconds, you saw a line of number.

"Call me, baby girl?"

You smiled as you see him wink and leave you after give you a kiss on your backhand. Rose and Lisa started to teasing you while Jennie keep cursing his cousin. "So..."

"Do you want to get close with him?"

"Don't let him, Y/N. He such an alligator."

"His vibe remind me of Bobby too,"added Rose.

You shrugged your shoulder. "I don't know. Why don't we get a drink?"

"Y/N, it's twelve. Let's go home."

You turned your head as you heard the familiar voice, saw Bobby behind you. You raised your eyebrow, suddenly you felt your face getting red when you see his eyes with no reason.

"Ah, so sad our time is over, Y/N. See you then,"teased Jennie, smirked when she saw Bobby.

You rolled your eyes when you got teased, while Bobby smile attractively to your friends. Rose and Lisa give a high five to Bobby, give him a warm greet. After congratulated and hugged Jennie, both of you quitted the party. You two walking together left the hotel, with his jacket over your small body.

"Honestly I'm surprised you made it on your own."

Suddenly you broke the cold vibes that wrapped both of you. You watched Bobby walked slowly to balancing your step, yet he didn't said anything.

"Did you gave your number to Mino?"

You raised your eyebrow, realized that Bobby saw it. You smirked, trying to teased him. "Is it problem to gave him my number?"

Bobby looked at you seriously. "He such an playboy, you know."

You laughed. "Then what are you worried about? I've been spent my life with a playboy next to me since I was child. I'm immune already, that thing won't affected me at all."

Bobby chuckled, while watching you started to tied your hair down with the hair-tie you had in. You didn't now realize how bright Bobby's eye while he watched you do the stuff, adoring you like you are the prettiest angel being. Then you looked at Bobby, caught him off-guard watched you.

You two already came in your front house. Bobby came closer to you, that you can smell his perfume. You lifted your head because his height, then he staring at you deeply. So deep that you can't move your body and your eye either. Bobby touched and lifted your chin, then he getting close to you. It's only a few centimeters untill your lips meet, but then you move your head.

"Good night, Bobby,"you whispered suddenly.

You moved far from him, leave him just to avoid him. You just can't let him see how red your face right now and how nervous you are unconditionally. You just want to—

But in the second, you already on his hug and your lip was on his.

You frozen, even did not close your eyes while your lips tied up by his lips and tongue. You could feel how gently his tongue moved inside your mouth, that make your stomatch filled with butterflies.

So good.

Then you closed your eyes, got flowed by his kissing. You could feel his hand pushed your back so you can get closer to him while the other hand push your neck so he can go intense with your lips. You startled when his tongue played over your tongue, tied it down till you lost your breath. You lost your breath, when he let go your lip as he know you need oxygen. He leaned his forehead to yours, his hand cupped your cheek to look at him. Your eyes met his again, and you could feel how warm Bobby's breath on your face.

Bobby touched your nose with his nose. You and him sharing the oxygen, give some strange feeling about how close both your face right now. You felt how warm Bobby's hand on your blushing cheek right now, and how deep Bobby's eye right now.

Before you said anything, Bobby placed his head on your shoulder. You felt ticklish by the way Bobby's breath upon your neck, so warm that give you some goosebumps. Also his hair tip touch your cheek softly that you can smell his hair scent familiarly.

"Y/N,"he called your name so soft almost like he whispered.

You realized how tense your shoulder right now by his acted. You gulped your saliva, trying to calm your feeling right now. You tried to touch Bobby's hair even it's shaking because feel nervous after kissing. Then Bobby lifted his head. He staring at you desperately, but didn't said anything. He just bited his tongue, trying to hold his words after his feeling. You still looked at him, then tried to smile like nothing's happen.

"Go home, your aunty must be at home."

Bobby suddenly smile at you, peacefully. He then pat your head softly, then turn back. You watched him cross the street, open the gate. You two staring from metres away, waving goodbye then come in to your own home. You didn't realize your hair-tie had moved to his wrist, since he was kissed you before. While you two close your own door, both of you just can't handle your smile. Without any reason, you feel your cheek hotter than usual. It must be red right now.

Now you two can't denied it was not only a 'friends' thing you used to do.

It's something special, that you two know what's the thing called about. You can also hear it in the silences.

You're in love.

—To Be Continued—

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The Flight Attendant - Part 4

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,968

One Year Later

If Yunhyeong hadn't brought it up during your text conversation this morning, you would have completely forgotten it had been a whole year since you'd started your job as a flight attendant.

But Yunhyeong, being the incredibly thoughtful and considerate person he was, had brought it up. He'd actually remembered the exact date of your first meeting and had told you it was a cause for celebration.

It had been several months since you'd felt that pang of romantic disappointment in your heart... but there it was again. It was hardly noticeable at this point -- thrumming ever so slightly and trying to hide in the deepest corner of your chest, but you were familiar enough with the feeling to recognize it instantly. And Yunhyeong remembering the day the two of you had met was, apparently, enough to trigger it.

To be fair, you couldn't remember the last time one of your friends brought up the fact it was your friend-iversary. And certainly, none of your male friends ever had. One of your closest male friends, Jae, barely ever remembered your birthday. So, the fact that Yunhyeong knew the exact day you had first met was actually a pretty big deal.

If you weren't absolutely, positively sure that Yunhyeong only had friendly feelings for you... his text this morning would make you think otherwise.

But, like I said, it had been several months since you'd wished that were true. You had basically given up on ever becoming more than friends and co-workers -- and that was fine!

Fine!

Totally and utterly, positively, completely fine.

That's what you told yourself, at least, as you typed out a text to him.

I can't believe it's been a whole year 😲

After pressing 'send' on your reply, you closed the lid of your just-barely-full suitcase and zipped it up expertly.

After all, it had been a whole year since you'd been flying all over the country. You were an expert by now! And your flight was leaving in just two hours -- something that would have absolutely terrified you a year ago. But now you could pack, get to the airport, and get onto the plane in an hour and a half, tops.

You were rather impressed with yourself if you were being honest.

When the taxi arrived in front of your apartment building, you quickly slipped into your uniform heels and grabbed the handle of your bag. You waited until you'd slid into the backseat of the car before sliding your phone out of your pocket, a smile coming to your lips when you saw another message from Yunhyeong.

I may have a present for you.

OMG you do not. It's not that big a deal, I don't need a present!

...Well, too late.

YUNHYEONG

...what is it?

You'll get it soon! See ya!!!

You pressed your lips together, keeping in a soft chuckle of amusement so the taxi driver wouldn't get distracted from the road.

You also tamped down a flutter in your heart and stomach so you wouldn't get distracted from... everything. Your upcoming flight, your friendship, acting like a fairly average person and not someone who was stupidly in love with their best work friend.

But then another text message interrupted you, and your insides snuck in about three flutters as you clicked on the notification.

Actually, tell me when you get to the airport. And don't go anywhere until you hear back from me.

Immediately, your forehead wrinkled with slight confusion.

...why

Yunhyeong wasn't really one for surprises -- at least not during the year that you'd known him. He frequently did things for you and even bought small souvenirs for you when he flew to fun places, but they were never a surprise. He always texted you Hey, I made dumpling stew, come over and have some or I saw this pen with your favorite animal character on it so I got it for you.

So, for him to be this covert about something just seemed kind of odd.

I wish I could tell you, but that would absolutely ruin the surprise. And it's a good one, I promise.

I mean... you really had no choice but to trust him. He had never -- not once -- given you any reason not to.

So, trust him you did.

Okay... I will... even though this is very nerve-racking and unlike you...

He simply replied back with three innocent angel emojis, and one corner of your lips quirked up in amusement as you slid your phone back in your bag.

As with any other kind of surprise, you tried to keep your mind off of it for the remainder of the taxi ride.

The soft music on the radio, the passing scenery of the city, the other cars whizzing by you. You attempted to focus on one or more of those things... but the idea of a surprise from Yunhyeong was too novel and, frankly, tempting to not think about it.

And the fact that you were on your way to work? That piqued your curiosity even more. How could this surprise not interfere with your schedule?!

And why would he need to know when you arrived at the airport? Why would he not want you to go anywhere until you heard back from him?

Once you were only about five minutes from the airport, you finally admitted to yourself that you had no earthly clue what this surprise could be. You finally gave up.

The next five minutes were the tensest minutes you could recall in your recent history, and when, at long last, you texted Yunhyeong that you were here, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

He replied less than a minute later, while you still had his conversation open.

Come to Gate B16 and don't you dare look up to see which flight it is.

...Okay, things weren't any clearer.

Why was he telling you to come to a different gate? You'd been assigned to flight 9787 to Chicago, gate A9.

He wanted you to just... not get on that plane? Get on another plane?

You shook your head slightly and clicked on the button to call him rather than reply to him in a text.

"Just do it!" he chuckled as soon as he picked up.

"What is going on?!" you whined, your eyebrows knit together in distress.

"Y/N," Yunhyeong said confidently. "Just trust me. Gate B16. Come straight here."

He hung up before you could point out that he had said 'Come straight here' and not 'Go straight there' which implied that he was currently at gate B16.

...Interesting.

Well, there was nothing much more you could do, was there? After sliding your phone into your bag and letting out a deep, relenting sigh, you took hold of your suitcase handle and headed to the tram for concourse B.

In reality, it took less than ten minutes for you to wait for the tram, board the tram, ride the tram to concourse B, exit the tram, and walk down to gate B16.

But it absolutely did not feel like less than ten minutes! It felt more like ten hours, and your stomach was in anxious knots the entire time.

You walked down the concourse as quickly as you could without actually jogging, your eyes glued to the gate signs as you passed by.

B11... B12... B13... B14...

Looking up ahead, past gate B15, you squinted slightly to try and make out what was listed underneath B16, on the flight information screen.

And when you were able to read it clearly enough... you stopped in your tracks.

Because it said --

"Y/N!" Yunhyeong cheered, suddenly appearing in front of you and taking your suitcase. He also took your elbow gently and led you closer to the gate. "Don't worry, I got your schedule changed and everything worked out. I really wanted to tell you to pack more, but that would've given it away. But there will be plenty of opportunities to shop where we're going!"

"Paris?!" you wheezed, eyes wide as you stumbled along toward the boarding area. If Yunhyeong didn't have a grip on your elbow, you weren't sure you'd be able to move.

Yunhyeong squeezed your elbow a bit, and when you blearily glanced at him, you saw his lips pursed in the most adorable of smug grins.

"I knew that's been on the top of your list for a whole year, so I wanted to make it happen for you," he said.

And, honestly, you had no idea how to respond to that. For maybe the first time in your entire life, you were actually -- quite literally -- speechless.

It wasn't until you'd walked with Yunhyeong through the waiting area, down the connecting ramp, and into the plane that words finally came to you.

"...I --"

Okay, well, one word. And it was barely even a word.

"Are you okay?" Yunhyeong chuckled, finally releasing your arm so he could stow your suitcase up in the very last overhead compartment.

A deep exhale poured through your lips before you replied, "Yes, I just -- I don't know what to -- How? And -- and -- and why? Paris? How?"

"It was fairly easy, actually," he assured you as he hefted your bag up over his head. "I spoke with Liah about it two months ago and she went along with my Top Secret Plan."

So... your supervisor had known about this for two months?! And had put the Chicago flight on your schedule fully aware that you would actually be going to Paris?!

Now you really had to hear his answer for your second question.

"But why?" you asked, the fact that you were utterly dumbfounded still very apparent in your voice.

Yunhyeong closed the overhead compartment and stood up straight, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders.

Of course, your stomach flipped over, and when he smiled at you it flipped over two more times.

"Because you're my friend!" he told you with a soft laugh, a laugh that clearly stated this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, but -- but -- Paris! I thought you would make my favorite noodles and pack them in a lunch for me!" And, really, the only reason you thought that was because he'd done it before!

But this was on a whole other level!

Yunhyeong just laughed again, shaking his head slightly as he squeezed your shoulders. "Y/N, you are a flight attendant. You will go to Paris again, more than once."

"Well, yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound like a big deal," you sputtered.

"No, no, no, no," he tutted. "It is a big deal, but only because you've wanted to go and now you finally are. And I will take you everywhere, to all of the good places, I promise."

If you continued to be all flabbergasted about this, you would probably just feel silly. Plus, you were fairly certain passengers would start boarding within the next half hour, so you had to get started on your pre-flight duties.

So, you simply let out another sigh, briefly reached up to cover Yunhyeong's hands with yours, and said, "All right, let's do this. Thank you. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am, this is the best present ever."

Yunhyeong's lips spread into a full-on grin, and somehow, you had forgotten just how cute he is when he smiles.

Then, he let go of your shoulders, turned around, and headed back to help unload all of the meals for the flight. When you turned around, you saw three more flight attendants enter the aircraft, so...

It was time to go to Paris, I guess!

Part 5

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Chef’s Kiss

Pairing: Song Yunhyeong x reader

World: Chef’s Kitchen (read HERE)

Genre: roommates au / chef au / suggestive

Warnings: something’s burning and maybe it’s not the food (it’s both desire and the food lol)

A/N: This is a follow up to Chef’s Kitchen. I was disappointed I couldn’t call the first one Chef’s Kiss, as a punny name, because there was no kiss in it! So, I had to write this piece to get my title happiness, haha!

Thanks to @noona-clock​ for requesting the first story (linked above), and to @this-song-thats-only-for-you​ and @jackiejacks923​ for convincing me I needed to write this second part!

Word count: 1325

Food meant something different to you now.

Sure, you had always enjoyed anything delicious and disliked poorly made dishes, and that was still the same. However, you found yourself more disappointed with the meals you scraped together most nights than the ones where Yunhyeong cooked for you now. It made sense, he was a head chef at a popular restaurant in the city and you were without any qualifications. Of course, you could taste a whole lot more in his basic meals, as he referred to them as, compared to your more complicated recipes.

And that was why when he had his next day off that matched yours, you had begged him for cooking lessons.

“Will I ever get you out of a kitchen with me?” he asked with a heavy sigh, though the smile adorning his lips let you know he wasn’t completely put out.

He had made it clear that any time spent with you lately made him happy.

“As your roommate, shouldn’t you feel some sense of responsibility for me?” you questioned, tightening the strap of the apron Yunhyeong had insisted you wear for this. You gave him your best convincing look. “You’re full of information that could help me improve my cooking skills!”

“Are we just roommates?” he murmured and then cleared his throat and gave you a pointed look. “I’m a chef, I don’t like mistakes.”

“So I’ll try my best not to make any,” you answered, trying to simmer down the heat in your face from the first part of his response.

You weren’t sure what you and Yunhyeong had become over the last month. After the first meal you shared, you had since shared three others, all tastier than the last. You had also done other things together, often curling up on the couch and reading books or watching movies together. Grocery shopping now felt like a date for you and for once in your life, you actually were excited for Sunday mornings where you cleaned the house with Yunhyeong.

It definitely felt like you were more than roommates, however, neither of you had made that first move. And although you were desperate to make your dinners alone when Yunhyeong was at work taste better than they were now, you were hopeful that seeing him in his element might give you the surge of confidence to admit that you wanted to date officially.

Or that something would happen today.

“You might hate me after this,” he continued with the forewarning and then sighed. “Which I don’t want.”

“Well, what do you want?” you softly asked and for a moment, Yunhyeong merely stared back at you, soul-searching. Your heart rate increased, and you watched as he moistened his recently chap-sticked lips with his tongue.

“Bell peppers, two of them,” he finally stated and with a languid blink, you snapped out of the shared moment.

“Right, chef.”

Instructions followed regularly thereafter, and you focused on ensuring you did your best at each step along the way. Whilst Yunhyeong was showing you techniques on how to prepare the meal for the freshest flavour, he did make sure you were able to do everything for yourself as well.

And naturally, you were much slower and clumsier in skills. “No, Y/N if you do it like that, you’ll chop your finger instead of the carrot. Here, let me help you.”

Moving in behind you, Yunhyeong placed his hands around yours on the knife and guided the other safely along the carrot. You didn’t think cutting a carrot could feel, well, quite like this.

It was harder to keep your attention on what he was showing you and not on how good he smelt or how warm he felt against you. Blinking rapidly, you cleared your throat which made him stop moving altogether. “I uh, I think I can do it.”

“Right. Yep.”

Awkwardly, you got back to it and finished cutting up the carrot. With a new task, the tension eased off around you and soon you moved onto cooking the meal. Conversation flowed well enough during this time and you even shared a couple of moments of laughter. There was nothing that happened for you to hate Yunhyeong during this lesson. If anything, it had confirmed you liked him a great deal. You were trying to figure out the best moment to tell him this when he held out a spoon towards you.

“As the chef in charge of this meal, you need to try your sauce to make sure it tastes good enough,” he mentioned and you nodded, reaching out to hold onto the spoon over his hand. He watched you intently as you tried to savour the flavour and figure if anything was missing.

When you were done sampling it, you frowned. “It’s missing something but I can’t pinpoint it. Will you try some?”

Taking the spoon and placing some of the sauce on it, you held it out to Yunhyeong, though he didn’t make any movement to take it. Instead, he continued his gaze upon you, unrelenting with the way he soaked you in. You laughed feebly, wiggling the spoon just enough in hopes to garner his attention. “Yunhyeong?”

You vaguely heard the spoon clatter to the ground with how swift Yunhyeong took you in his arms, his mouth moving over yours before you had a chance to even blink. It didn’t take you long to react, however, eyes shutting as your hands wound up his chest to link behind his head, kissing him back with just as much fervour.

You had spent hours thinking about this first kiss and how it would go. Perhaps, you had been naïve to think something soft and sweet led in from a smile would be the most likely option. Much like his food, Yunhyeong had overwhelmed you, now pressing his body flush into yours, wedging you against the countertop. Somewhere, after sucking in a deep breath to continue the next kiss, you had found yourself hoisted up onto the countertop, Yunhyeong stepping in between your legs. And you were certain this moment would have continued, had you not smelt something burning.

Ripping away from the heated embrace, you blinked several times to gather your bearings. Yunhyeong’s eyes were blown with lust and it was evident by how dishevelled he appeared that he had no clue why you had ended the kiss short. You shook his shoulders and then pointed to the stovetop. “It’s burning!”

“What?” Turning his head, he jumped away from you, shutting off the heat and then groaned loudly. “Shit. That wasn’t meant to happen.”

“Which part, the kiss or…?”

Yunhyeong was annoyed by the cooking mishap, but his lips still managed to curl up. “The kiss was definitely meant to happen, though I should have waited until the food was done. We’ll have to start all over.”

“Or we could order in,” you offered, Yunhyeong merely frowning in response. “Less stress or time spent cooking and more time…”

“Kissing?”

“Well, they do say receiving a chef’s kiss is a good thing,” you tempted and once Yunhyeong was satisfied nothing else would interrupt you both, he stepped back in between your legs, hands loosely resting on your hips.

“Is that so?”

You hummed appreciatively and moved so your lips were nearly on his. “Next time, we’ll cook better.”

“I’ll just spoil you and meal prep your dinners before I go to work. It’s the least I can do for you.”

“Because you’re my roommate?” you asked cheekily and he let out a low curse, shaking his head.

“Unless you want me to take that literally and wind up in your bed tonight too, I think we should settle with officially dating.”

You grinned. “Can I get a chef’s kiss to seal the deal?”

With a laugh, Yunhyeong pecked your lips. “The problem isn’t going to be starting. It’s going to be knowing when to stop when it comes to you.”

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[seawitch62]

Re-Run?

"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip

That started from this tropic port

Aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailing man,

The skipper brave and sure.

Five passengers set sail that day

For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,

The tiny ship was tossed,

If not for the courage of the fearless crew

The Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle

With Gilligan

The Skipper too,

The millionaire and his wife,

The movie star

The Professor and Mary Ann,*

Here on Gilligan's Island"

Why am I up so late?

Watching Gilligan's island?

I'm so tired!

-Now this is the tale of our castaways,

They're here for a long, long time,

They'll have to make the best of things,

It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and his Skipper too,

Will do their very best,

To make the others comfortable,

In their tropic island nest.

No phone, no lights, no motor car,

Not a single luxury,

Like Robinson Crusoe,

It's primitive as can be.

So join us here each week my friend,

You're sure to get a smile,

From seven stranded castaways,

Here on "Gilligan's Isle"-

I can't keep my eyes open, too tired to reach for the remote, this couch is so comfortable.

○

Tina tosses and turns, sleep being disturbed by voices.

Alien voices.

"What the..are they at my door,?"

She grunts in a very disgruntled tone.

Are they arguing?

For fuck sakes?

Why my door?

Slowly regaining facilities, an unknown scent fills the air, it reminds her of a beach.

She tries to focus, reaching for her phone  on her bedside table.

It's not there!

For that matter either is the bedside table!

Senses awaken with  a jolt.

This isn't  her bedroom!

It looks like a hut of some sorts.

Getting out of bed, the mattress, if you can call it that, palm tree branches.

"What the fuck?" 

Sand everywhere!

The voices continue to debate aggressively.

Maybe they have answers she suggests to herself.

Upon exiting the hut, Tina comes face to face with seven angry strangers.

Stopping dead in tracks she stares at them questionably.

"The witch is awake" Jinhwan states.

"What?"

"Who are you? What am I doing here?".

"Good question," replies Donghyuk.

Tina looks around.

"Is this a set?"

"What the fuck" an angry Junhoe imputs.

"I must be dreaming!,".

Hanbin walks towards Tina, slapping her across the face with force.

"Does that feel like a fucking dream?".

Stepping back, "why?".

Deciding she needs to get away from these loonies. Tina runs.

Chanwoo yells, "the witch is escaping".

Run run run, Tina keeps repeating to herself.

Turning she can see them chasing her.

Run run run.

Their voices are getting closer 

Run run run

Tina feels herself falling.

Something  or someone  is holding her ankles.

In the next moment she is eating sand.

"Got you witch" states Bobby.

○

"I am not a witch! Please untie me"

Tina speaks to deaf ears, as they huddle in a circle.

From time to time glancing in her direction.

Yunhyeong, walks towards Tina, checking that the tree vine ropes are holding.

"Break the spell witch!" 

"Spell? You guys abducted me!".

"Abducted you ?" Spits out Hanbin.

"In your dreams" he adds for good measure. 

"That's it, I'm dreaming".

"I fell asleep watching Gilligan's island, that has to be it!". She tells herself.

"You were watching Gilligan's island?" Chanwoo questions.

"Yes".

"We were watching Gilligan's island!".

●

"NOOOOOOOOO"  Tina screams at the top of her lungs.

"This can not be happening!".

Hanbin slaps Tina once more, his hand imprint evident on her cheek.

"Hysterics will not help you witch!

You got us in this mess, get us out" he yells into her face.

Her face throbbing from the slaps she  endured, her body aching from the earlier tackle.

Her mind reels, "fuck I'm stuck on this Island with these sadistic assholes" she mumbles to herself.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!".

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[sjbangkonic]

Bond by PenguinLOvers772

iKON fanfiction 

#ikon #chanwoo #ikon chanwoo #chanbin #b.i #b.i ikon #hanbin #bobby #yunhyeong #donghyuk #DK #june #jinhwan #jay #chan #song #fanfiction #ikon fanfic

[asemi-permeablepanda]

I LITERALLY SCREAMED BRO

I was just on Amazon browsing and decided to go the the YG like page or whatever on there aND LOOK H A N B I N OT7 Y E S S S. And maybe you're thinking "well the just havent updated it." Anx maybe you're right but LOOK AT THIS

THAT SCUM OF THE EARTH ISNT IN THE BIGBANG PHOTO SOOOOOO😳😳😳

I wanna cry for Hanbin again and I really think I'm about to

#junhoe #ikon yunhyeong #ikon junhoe #ikon bobby #b.i #bobby #ikon donghyuk #b.i ikon #jinhwan #ikon song #ikon bi #ikonic #ikon jiwon #ikon fanfic #ikon jinhwan #ikon jay #ikon chan #ikon comeback #ikon chanwoo #jung chanwoo #chanwoo #ikon hanbin #kim hanbin #hanbin #donghyuk #song yunhyeong #yunhyeong #kim donghyuk

[kz-i-co]

Summer Camp: Part III

» Summary: Song tries to drag you out once again but things don't go as planned.

» Pairing: Song Yunhyeong x Reader

» Genre: fluff

» Words: 3.2k

» Part 1 | Part 2

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-

You pinched the tarantula cage as you marched to the boys cabin. You made sure to get up extra early so you could give Yunhyeong a piece of your mind.

You entered the boys cabin with anger noticing all the boys still fast asleep. Once you opened Yunhyeong's room he was just putting on his shirt.

"Hey." He said with a smile until he saw what you were holding. "Oh right. I'm sorry about that."

"What the fuck." You whispered but the anger was still in your voice.

"It wasn't my idea.......It's in a cage, they wanted to let it out, but Mrs. Nu wouldn't be happy about that."

"So they stole from the science lab. Now you're training criminals." You rolled your eyes.

He took the cage off your hands looking at you with guilt. "I'll talk to them."

Your expression didn't change. "I'll make it up to you I promise." He walked past you into the boys cabin. He blew the whistle startling all the boys awake.

"LISTEN UP! I know you guys have had fun pranking the girls but unfortunately it needs to end." The boys groaned. "The pranks have gotten too out of hand and the owner is not happy. So just enjoy the rest of your summer and maybe instead of teasing the girls, start making friends with them because they're pretty cool once you get to know them."

"Also the last one ready is going to be Counselor (Y/N)'s slave for the rest of the day." Then he left with no response and you followed him awkwardly.

"Yunhyeong What the hell." You said.

"What?"

"My slave? Really?"

"It's funny. I hope it's Youngjun."

"What's with you and that kid?"

"His mom is friends with my mom. I used to babysit the twerp." He laughed. "But anyway....you want to do something later? It's movie night."

"I don't know." You we're unsure. "We will still be on duty."

"Nah. The movie grabs everyone's attention."

"We'll see."

The boys came running out and Youngjun was the first. "Youngjun can you grab my clip board I forgot it." Yunhyeong asked. He ran back inside and came running out a second later. "Oh Youngjun! You're last that means you have to be Counselor (Y/N)'s slave."

"But you asked me to go inside." He whined.

"You could of been a little faster." He smirked.

"Yunhyeong stop." You said as your girls came out.

"Don't worry, she's a softy. She'll go easy on you." He laughed but the poor boy kept whining.

"Hey." He leaned over to talk to Youngjun more quietly, so you couldn't hear what he was saying. The boy grew a smile and ran off to the rest of the boys.

"What did you tell him?" You glared.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"Alright So you guys are with Mrs. Nu first and please give this back to her." He handed one of the boys the tarantula cage, showing no sigh of fear what's so ever.

....

As you walked the path to the main camp sight, you and Yunhyeong walked a close distance behind the kids. Your sight was all around, looking at the tall trees and the different sight of birds flying from tree to tree, just basically minding your own business until you felt Yunhyeong's hand interlock with yours. You arched your eye brows from the sudden gesture and noticed his eyes on the ground. You couldn't help but blush. He came off so cocky that you couldn't believe it was the same person. He was like a little boy with a crush, being all shy and timid, causing you to bite your lip to prevent from laughing.

"Yunhyeong?" You heard a familiar voice and he dropped your hand quickly.

"Yes ma'am." You saw his mother waiting at the end of the path. "Mrs. Nu will take over from here, I need to see you and Ms (Y/N)."

He nodded and you both followed her. She was intimidating as the boss but was sweet off the job. You figured she wanted to talk about the prank wars but hopefully she'll go soft.

"Sit down." She said once you and Yunhyeong were in her office. She tapped her finger nails across the desk.

"Can I just say it was my idea." Yunhyeong started.

"I'm not mad about the pranks." She started. "Though I better not hear from another staff finding some booby trapped toilet."

"I told the kids to stop." He spoke but the silence in the air was still intimidating.

"Ma'am are we in trouble?" You asked as the curiosity was killing you.

She stopped tapping and interlocked her hands ready to talk. "Jensen saw you two enter the storage room, soak and wet last night."

You took a deep breath trying not to panic.

"What were you two doing in there?" She said stern yet puzzled. "And at a quarter to midnight?"

"We were washing our clothes." He said but his mothers hard expression didn't soften. "We went swimming."

"At midnight?"

"I was dying to go in all day."

"Then go during your break. You have an hour." She said and then looked at you being quiet. "Why drag poor (Y/N) into your mess?"

"I didn't want to go alone." He shrugged.

She sighed leaning back into her chair. "Please no more sneaking around. After hours especially. If something happens to a child in your cabin and you're not there-"

"What's going to happen?" He said cutting her off.

"You never know." She said. "It's just safety precautions."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to hang out with (Y/N). It's been how long since we've seen each other?"

"I told you Yunhyeong, after 6 you and (Y/N) can go do whatever. Just ask permission first." She started. "I can send you on tank duty every once in a while. Give you some fresh air."

You had no idea what tank duty was but you were intrigued.

"Alright dismissed. No more scaring my night guard." She smiled.

You and Yunhyeong left feeling nervous. "What's tank duty?" You couldn't help but ask.

"We take all the canisters and fill them with gasoline for the golf karts and such."

"I'm sorry I got us in trouble. I didn't know we would get caught." He spoke up.

"It's fine I guess." You smiled. "We just need to be more careful next time."

He smiled at your answer and continued going back to the cafeteria for breakfast.

-

"Let's see if you guys can handle the zombie outbreak course. Muhahah." Yunhyeong said taking the kids to the level 5 obstacle course. You remembered this course when you were younger but you could tell they expanded it and made it more challenging. The theme was ghost busters back then but now zombies were the big thing.

"It was my idea to make it zombies." Yunhyeong could read your unamused expression.

"Of course." You smiled sarcastically. "Where did you buy those cut outs?"

"Different Halloween stores." He said going over to the stereo that was hooked up. As soon as he turned it on a bunch of typical zombie growls started up causing the kids to laugh.

"I'll let you guys try it out once and then we'll do ninja warrior style and see who's the fastest." You hated to say it but Yunhyeong was good at his job. He knew how to entertain kids no doubt. Without him here you would of just told the kids to have fun and be done with it, but he knew what kids liked and knew how to have fun.

You waved your hand in front of your face as the sun was glaring down on the both of you. It was the beginning of July and and one of the most hottest days yet of this summer.

"Over here." He stepped back a few steps to guide you to the shade. "It's not much but at least you won't have to worry about sun burn."

"Yeah. How do you deal with standing in this heat for hours."

"I'm used to it I guess." Then he blew his whistle. "Youngjun......water!"

Youngjun ran over to the cooler and pulled out a water bottle and ran over to you. He got down on his knees and held up the water. "For you, your highness." He spoke causing everyone to laugh.

"Thank you." You took the bottle and smacked Yunhyeong.

"What, he's your slave."

"I feel weird. Make him stop."

"Alright. Youngjun!" The poor kid pulled out a water and brought another one over for Yunhyeong. "Thanks buddy." He high fived him.

"You're gonna get us in trouble again." You mumbled.

"No worries." He smiled not giving you any detail.

"Okay you guys ready for the competition. Winner gets $10 for any junk food you want." Yunhyeong made his way over to the other side of the obstacle course. He had his stop watch and clipboard in hand ready for the competition to start. "We'll have one girl winner and one boy winner. Fair?"

The kids agreed in unison. "Ready.....go!"

You just stayed in your shade watching the competition. "Hey hun, how's it goin?" Esther greeted you.

"Good." You smiled.

"Is Yunhyeong being nice to you?" She asked.

"Yes. More importantly, is he being nice to the kids?" You laughed and she cracked a smiled.

"He's only teasing. Just like his father."

"For you, your majesty." Youngjun gave you your clipboard. "You must have dropped it." Then he ran back over to the rest of the kids.

"He's joking." You laughed nervously from Esthers expression. "I'm gonna use the bathroom." You walked off awkwardly and made your way into the bathroom. You took a piece of paper towel and soaked it in cold water wiping off your excess sweat.

As you grabbed your clipboard, ready to head out again, you noticed a folded piece of paper poking out. You took it out and opened it, fold by fold.

Meet me at Ravens bridge, tonight at 7:00pm.

You blushed reading the note. That was when everyone would be occupied by the movie showing. You were still nervous though. What if someone notices you were gone?

You took a deep breath and left the girls bathroom, heading into a water gun fight.

You were only in there for five minutes.

"There she is!" You heard the kids shouting and sprinted towards you.

"No no no. Stay back!" You ran off but the kids were already squirting you. "It's cold!" You screamed.

You saw Yunhyeong laughing as he was watching the whole thing. You managed to get away and grabbed the hose. You ran up to Yunhyeong and sprayed him in the face. He tried grab the hose from you causing the water to shower over both of you. You could tell the ground was getting all mushy and muddy causing you to slip. He laughed distracting himself, giving you the opening to take back the hose spraying him more. He turned away taking off as the kids followed your lead.

"Get him." They shouted.

"It's time to take the kids to- oh my goodness." The boss shook her head. "It's my fault for hiring a kid to look after kids." She smiled to Esther.

She blew her whistle causing the commotion to stop and you ran over to the side of the building turning off the hose. "Everyone having fun?"

The kids were all quiet.

"Alright. Showers and then cafeteria for dinner.....you two clean up first." She spoke before taking the kids.

You went around grabbing all the water guns and placing them in the cart as he picked up pieces of the obstacle course. The course was all muddy now from all the water.

You wheeled the equipment back into the storage unit. It was where you and Yunhyeong shared a moment last night. The memory just gave you a shiver up your spine.

You heard Yunhyeong sigh then lean against the washing machine.

"Your mom seems pretty mad, you don't think she'll fire us do you?"

"Nah, my mom loves you." He smiled.

"I'm not convinced." You shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. You did nothing wrong." He laughed.

"So about tonight?" He started. "Can I count on you?"

"I don't know." Your tone was conflicted. "We already got busted for last night."

"It won't be after midnight though the movie starts at 6:30. No one will know we're gone."

You pursed your lips. "Okay." You looked down hiding your smile. "You're not gonna murder me are you?"

He arched his eyebrows at your question. "The middle of the woods on the death bridge." You clarified. "It's seems pretty sketchy."

"I told you that bridge is perfectly safe, plus it's our spot."

"Our spot?" You laughed.

"Yeah. Don't you remember? I'm pretty sure I proposed to you on that bridge."

"First of all, we were 9 and second, you pushed me and made me cry and gave me a flower out of guilt."

"But I got down on one knee."

"To tie your shoe."

"Yes technically but I meant it for you." He said causing you to laugh.

"You're such an idiot."

You laughed and looked down remembering you both were covered in mud. "We better go shower."

"Nah, it's a good look for you." He started walking towards the door.

You rolled your eyes and followed him outside.

....

Time was ticking, making you more nervous. It was already 6:15 and the kids were gathering their dinner, getting ready for the movie. How were you gonna sneak away?

"Oh (Y/N) can you fill all the napkin dispensers?"

"Of course." You got up and checked the time. It was 6:25. You went around to each table like you were told as you search around the room for Yunhyeong. He was nowhere in site. Where was he?

"Looking for Song?" You looked behind you startled and saw Jae smiling as he pushed his glasses up in place. "The boss put him on film duty."

"Film duty?" You asked.

"He has to watch the reel in the booth."

"Oh really?" You said trying not to sound disappointed.

"We usually all take turns. It's easy."

"Sucks too be him." You laughed nervously.

Does that mean the meet up is cancelled?

As the movie started you sat bored, chipping the polish off your fingernails. The film was one you watched a million times. Time was ticking once again as you noticed it was only five minutes to 7. What if he got out of it and was already on his way to meet you? You didn't want to stand him up but on the other hand show up being all alone in the woods. You got slowly and looked at the other counselors as you caught their attention.

"Bathroom." You smiled nervously and made your way down the hall. You were about to leave out the door until you saw the door to the projector room.

You entered slowly and saw a grouchy Yunhyeong clicking through his phone. "How dare you stand me up?" You teased.

He sat up staring at you surprised. "I'm sorry (Y/N), my mom is being unbelievable. She caught me trying to sneak out."

"That's ashamed." You said pulling up a chair. "So what were you gonna show me exactly?"

"I had a huge crush on you back when we were 10 and I carved our names in a tree." He blushed. "It's stupid but I just wanted to explain why I was an asshole to you." You couldn't help but giggle.

The movie reached its main menu causing him to get up and activate the laptop. You got up following him seeing a bunch of camp photos placed on the wall.

"I noticed that when I got in here." He laughed and you noticed a photo of the both of you during your crazy paint balloon fight.

"You look the same." You laughed.

"You look the same." He fought back that you couldn't help but blush at his cute pout.

"So about this tree, when can we see it?"

"Are you suggesting we sneak out again?" He smirked by the look of your pleading expression.

"Maybe." You shrugged. "But for now what should we do?" You leaned against the counter.

You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer since he was getting the message and brought your lips to his. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back and he had you sitting back making himself comfortable as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"You don't think anyone will come in here do you?"

"I hope not." He said already out of breath and returned kissing deeply.

You ran your fingers through the back of his hair as the kiss turned more desperate. He held his hand along your neck for support as he towered over you.

He moved his hips along with yours causing more friction. You couldn't help but moan causing him to pull away and begin down your neck. Your stomach immediately erupted with butterflies. His hand dragged down your side until it laid nicely on your hip. He played with the hem of your shirt, tugging on the material.

The muffled laughter coming from the other room pulled you back to reality. You completely forgot where you even were.

"I think we should call it a night." You began causing him to pull away. "I don't want either of us to get into trouble."

He nodded respectfully and kissed your lips one last time slowly. "I feel like my mom already suspects something." He laughed softly. "She's pretty smart."

"I better get back out there." You began walking but before you could open the door, it opened revealing his mother.

"Oh (Y/N), How are you?"

"Good, I was just-"

"It's okay sweetie, I know you two are friends." She said politely, causing you to be more nervous then before. She definitely knew.

"Yunhyeong when the movie hits 45, we're gonna let the kids have a bathroom break."

"Okay."

"Oh (Y/N)..." You followed her out of the room. "The counselors are handing out water, do you mind helping."

"Of course not."

....

The kids were yawning left and right as you walked them back towards your cabin.

"Sorry about our plan turning to shit." Yunhyeong spoke to you causing some of the kids to turn their heads. "You're 13, I'm sure you've heard that word before.....except Youngjun who is only 10, my apologies."

You couldn't help but giggle as the teasing never got old. "That's okay. You still got another 5 weeks to show me."

"Show you what?" Your conversation became the kids conversation as well.

"The dead body I found in the woods." Yunhyeong spoke before you could.

"Don't tell them that. You'll give them nightmares." You pushed him gently.

"Okay, brush teeth and get to bed." You spoke as you got to your cabin and the kids followed through.

"Maybe not tonight but I'll find a way."

"I'm sure you will." You arched your eyebrows ready to head into your cabin.

"Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Night."

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