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mchiimii · 2 years
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Jamais Vu | BTS [Twenty-Five]
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➜ Genre: Fantasy; Fanfiction
➜ Tags: fluff; angst; alternate universe; Alice in wonderland AU; flower shop AU; reincarnation; magic; soulmates AU
➜ Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (T)
➜ Pairing: BTS x Reader/Reader insert
➜ Warnings: none
➜ Word count: 1.7k
➜ Notes: Hello everyone! I'm finally back T-T. It's been a long time since I updated, and I really apologize for not writing an update. I was so busy with college plus I was very unmotivated to write because I feel like the plot is not interesting anymore? I’ve been contemplating whether to continue it or not :< I feel like the upcoming scenes will bore you because they might look rushed. I just hope you'll still like it even so.
Anyway, I hope you are all doing fine today! Thank you so much again for supporting my work. I'll do my best to finish the novel and probably write a new BTS fic if I have time :)
For now, I shall continue what I left and finally discuss the outline I wrote months ago.
Enjoy!
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"It's Taehee."
"What?"
"Forget it. Let's just go." The White King finally turned his heel once the Cheshire cat locked eyes with him. Seokjin sighed deeply as he walked side by side with the grim reaper.
From afar away, Yoongi had his last glance of the two guardians before fleeing along with the seraph. He sighed as well upon seeing the human's face in the angel's grasp. In just a blink of an eye, the two immortals disappeared to visit the vicinity of deities.
The Hanok village.
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Two beaming flares floated in the air as they plummet to the ground of the oracle's manor. The will-o-wisp spiraled around the growing light to shape a structure of a person. Two guardians appeared in the Red King's library, in front of the occupied guardian. Books and papers filled his desk. A fine man in his dark-rimmed glasses continued scribbling the scrolls with a quill. He protruded his chin and furrowed his eyebrows, making the crease on his forehead visible.
Although he felt their presence, he ignored his visitors' whereabouts to look unbothered. The grim reaper cleared his throat to catch his attention, but the oracle acted like he never felt their presence when he had a glimpse of the floating flares just a minute ago.
"Namjoon," Jungkook grumbled.
"Oh, apologies. I was too busy." The oracle settled his glasses on the table with a small, smug smile creeping on his face. He blinked at the two guardians, leaned on one hand, and tilted his head.
"You don't normally visit me for a simple chitchat," he clasped his hands together and leaned a bit forward to spectate his visitors. "Unless it has something to do with unusual causalities."
"Let me guess. It's the human again."
Seokjin snapped his fingers, "Correct!"
Namjoon yawned, "Go on. I'm listening."
"Don't bluff. That birdbath probably told you the gist of it."
The oracle chuckled, "That's true. But maybe if you stop acting petulant, I would have known the whole story."
He looked at the wingless angel then back to the grumpy time guardian. "Perhaps, you came here just because the King told you so."
Jungkook slammed his palms against his table and glared at the oracle. Namjoon rose an eyebrow at his behavior before leaning against his chair.
But before the younger could mutter another sentence, Seokjin put a hand on his shoulder to pat him lightly. He shook his head softly to stop him from starting another fight. The grim reaper stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest with a blank expression on his face.
"We came here to ask for help not start a fight." The White King continued. "Besides, this will be a great chance to tell us everything before you ask him a question."
Jungkook sighed for the nth time as he leaned his rear by the desk. He started telling them how the contract ended, including how the human suddenly forgot her memories with him.
Namjoon hummed and began hypothesizing the reaper's situation. He snapped his fingers and thought of something that might help the three of them. The oracle stood up and walked by the nearest shelf. He hovered his hand over the textbooks with his magic to survey his collection. A book about vengeful spirits started floating just below his hand. It covered all the possible topics about the aforementioned supernatural being, starting from their history and then down to their abilities.
Namjoon settled the book on his table where the other two guardians waited. He opened it with his magic and muttered a question the book may answer. The book flipped the pages by itself and stopped momentarily. A page full of pictures and anecdotes gleamed briefly on the paper when the oracle started enunciating the words.
"What does it say?" Jungkook questioned.
"It's possible that Yeomra cursed the human by erasing her memories with you when he realized she could be the guardian's maiden. The oblivion curse can only be used by vengeful spirits with great resentments."
"So that explains why she couldn't remember you but herself," Seokjin murmured.
Jungkook's hums prolonged as he found himself agreeing with the book's answer. However, before the former moon rabbit would retaliate a question, Namjoon realized something.
"You said the seraph appeared out of nowhere and carried her. That could mean one thing. You weren't there when a spirit was trying to take over her body."
Jungkook nodded. "I couldn't save her from Wonderland's enchantment because of her curse. I tried to explain everything to her but she acted strange. That's when she had the chance to escape. When the seraph appeared with the Cheshire cat, Yuna was unconscious and..."
"And?"
"She looked drained."
Jungkook's gaze wavered when he remembered how the glow of the human's soul evanesced. Maybe it was because he couldn't be there to hold her hand and protect her from the lost spirits. Or because Yeomra's curse worsened her condition when she escaped Wonderland unarmed.
Jungkook is slowly becoming too preoccupied with her. Aside from becoming the guardian's maiden, there was something about her that felt too familiar as if they had both met before. Just like what the wingless angel implied, he shouldn't be confusing her with his previous lover. A conflicting intention will arise between him and Yuna if he does so.
"Her soul radiance falters in the daylight but never at night." he continued.
"Have you ever thought that maybe harming her would lose her radiance?" Seokjin shrugged.
"That could be one." Jungkook pursed his lips.
"But that doesn't seem to explain why her glow is uncategorized."
Jungkook gave the oracle an indescribable look. Namjoon scrunched his forehead and questioned him about his sudden facial expression. The grim reaper tilted his head to the side to gesture at his shelves for another query but Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed.
"Funny how you're the oracle yet you don't look like you know many things."
"I told you for the nth time, we only have three categories of soul radiance: ghost, immortal and mortal." using his fingers, he dictated the three categories to the grim reaper sternly. "If I completely knew something, I could have told you that the moment you saw her." Namjoon deadpanned.
"Alright, enough bickering." Seokjin interrupted. "I thought you have a question you wanted to ask?"
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Forget it. I'll figure that myself."
Just before Jungkook was about to turn into a will-o-wisp, a book fell in a thud. Namjoon immediately lifted the item with his magic and placed it on his table. The pages flipped and stopped again as texts glowed gold. Jungkook turned around and faced the two guardians out of curiosity.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," Namjoon said bluntly. "It looks like the library overheard us. It's giving us a hint."
Namjoon looked at the gleaming title quizzically.
Transmigration. The title says. The three of them huddled together and whispered the passages of the book. As they read the puzzling paragraphs with an open mind, a passage caught Namjoon's attention.
"Wait." he stopped the two from touching the pages with their fingers.
"Transmigration is an act of transferring the spirit of an object or living creature to an unconscious or conscious body. A spell is used to do this process. A prominent emblem is seared on the new host of the transmigrated spirit. For example, if an inanimate object is transferred to a living host, a symbol marks the living host, therefore, indicating that they are under the spell."
"What does that have to do with our situation?" Jungkook asked.
"It's trying to answer our previous question," Seokjin replied.
Namjoon nodded. "Transmigration has something to do with the human and I believe, it has something to do with her soul radiance as well."
"How?"
"I remembered a statement from the book of soul alchemy," the oracle summoned his magic again to make another book appear on his desk. "If two or more souls or spirits are merged, it creates a new variation. The variation modifies its appearance, characteristic and value, thus, creating a new kind."
"So...are you implying that this modification interfered with their development?"
"Yes. If we apply this thought to the situation at hand, we can say that it is possible that the human experienced a transmigration spell and that it modified some of her features. This could mean that her soul radiance is a new variation which is why we couldn't find a specific category of it."
"It's because she has another soul merged with her..." Jungkook trailed off.
"The question is, who cast a spell on her? What kind of spirit was merged with hers? How and when did this happen? Why her of all the other mortals?"
"Woah, chill. We don't know the answer too, Jungkook. I'm pretty sure we can find one if we—"
A loud ringing sound interrupted their conversation. The telephone on the oracle's desk rang a few times before the guardian begrudgingly took the phone and listened to the other side of the line. The goblin's voice pierced his ears. Namjoon answered his call with a question, but the goblin was somewhat in a hurry. He demanded that he and the other guardians should visit Reality for the news he had to share. However, the oracle found it too vague, so Jimin had no choice but to blurt the words he wanted to tell.
"We need your help."
"What happened?"
"Her mother was sent to the hospital last night."
"What's he saying?" Seokjin frowned upon seeing the oracle's expression. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and asked the same thing, so Namjoon turned the speaker on for them to hear.
"Yeomra's probably trying to threaten everyone she knows."
Unfortunately, Namjoon had to end the call after sensing the urgent task. He stood up from his seat and opened some drawers to find a valuable object suitable for blending in with the crowd of mortals.
"Yuna is in danger." he scurried to the books on his desk to hover his hand over them and magically absorb the highlighted statements on the paper. He showed his palm where the words engraved his skin for a moment before it disappeared when he rubbed his palm with his fingers.
"Don't forget to bring your vizards. Tell Hoseok we're staying in Reality."
Without a single question, Jungkook and Seokjin left the library for an unexpected mission.
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my-soul-sings · 3 years
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His Flower
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee/Reader
A/N: Three hundred years later, Taehee’s greatest wish came true. 
Veeeeery mild spoilers for Taehee’s Story. 
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“Will you marry me?” 
It was the moment he had always dreamed of for years: to put the flower crown atop her head, watch her break into that smile that was far sweeter and more lovely than any flower could be, and say yes to his proposal. He would hold her in a tight embrace, rest his nose in her hair and feel her warmth spread to his body and seep into his bones. And perhaps he might have cried while whispering promises of love and eternity to her, and she might have giggled at how emotional he was being compared to her, while shedding a few of her own and letting them disappear into his sleeve. 
He thought about it often—too often for his heart to bear at times. On some days he would find himself wondering how that precious moment might have been like if his proposal had gone as planned, and on other days he would find himself lying awake in the middle of the night missing her terribly, whispering her name into his pillow as countless, silent tears slid down his face. 
Fate had a strange way of working, however. After three hundred years of wandering as a goblin, cursed to live forever while haunted by the memory of his past and his loss, he met her again. His beloved flower whom he had lost so long ago, the person he had longed to meet so dearly that it made him yearn for death, if only it meant that he could be with her once more. 
She was the same as her past self in many ways. She loved flowers but was allergic to them, she found things about him silly even when he didn’t plan on making her laugh, and she still disliked drinking the herbal soups that he brewed for her. 
But she was also a little different now—or maybe he just never got to see these sides of her back then. She liked to drink beer and she tended to drink more than her body could handle. She tended to blush and get embarrassed more than before when he flirted with her. She worked a different job now as a model and took a great deal of pride and joy in it, as he did when he watched her at work. 
He thought the differences would mean things would change between them. That maybe she wouldn’t come to love him like she did in the past, or maybe that he would be forced to realise that his lover had really died, and that no reincarnation of her could ever bring her back to him. 
But every time he noted a difference, it crumbled away into dust when he with her: when he saw the smile on her face, heard her call his name, and when she held his hand in her smaller one. 
Nothing mattered—because why should it? Three hundred years later he had fallen in love with her again, and she with him, and that was really all he needed to slowly heal. 
It was all he needed to know that she was the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with—the only person who made time worth running again. 
So here he was, in the middle of the blooming buckwheat field where they had first met, down on one knee in front of her and asking the single question that he had longed to ask her for the past three hundred years, 
“Will you marry me?”
His heart beat heavily in his chest, each pounding of it painful against his chest as he waited for her response. Emotion flickered in her eyes, surprise echoing silently in her parted, quivering lips. The hesitation and time she was taking to bask in this moment was starting to worry him. He couldn’t tell if the surprise was the good or bad sort. 
“I was wondering when you’d ask,” came her voice when she finally breathed again, and her voice flowed like honey in his ears. It made his heart soar. Her lips had stretched into a grin shining as bright as the sun itself, and she looked like she was glowing from the light rush of colour to her face. 
She extended her hand to his. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll marry you.” 
Taehee thought that perhaps he was controlling himself well; his eyes only moistened slightly as he slid the ring he’d taken months to choose onto her finger, and he released a shaky exhale when he found that it fit her perfectly.
But then they hugged, and he felt her tears seeping into his shoulder, her arms that were wrapped tightly around him, her body that was pressed so close to his that he could feel her beating heart on his chest. 
And a tear slipped out. Then another. And another.
He had to pull away from her to collect himself and keep from bawling right after he had proposed to her. That wouldn’t make for a nice selfie that she was definitely going to take to remember this moment by. Besides, he wasn’t done yet; there was on more thing he had to give her.
He reached into his bag and pulled out the flower crown that he had promised her back then. Compared to when he was first bestowed with it, the crown now looked weathered, its flowers dulled slightly in colour. He couldn’t help the small smile that his lips curved into as he gazed at the paper flowers adorning it. 
It was almost bittersweet how things had turned out. He had lost her, and then he had found her again. Between all that was eternity itself, this flower crown, and its flowers that would never die. Flowers that represented his undying love for her—love that had survived death itself in order to find her and be with her once more. 
“Isn’t that your flower crown?” she asked him, eyeing the peculiar item in his hands. It was surely strange considering how old this was, and how differently they were dressed now. 
“It was always meant to be yours,” he said, a smile touching his lips as he gazed at her. “May I?”
She nodded, and he carefully put it atop her head, trying to balance it right so it wouldn’t fall off seeing as it wasn’t exactly the right size. 
The flowers of the crown were still in full bloom as they had been the first day he received them, and now the crown was finally where it truly belonged. It had taken a long time, but he finally fulfilled his promise to her. 
Looking at her like this now, he couldn’t help the choked sob welling up in his throat, or the tears that began to blur his vision entirely. 
“D-Do I look that bad?” he heard her ask. “You’re crying.”
It was hard to find the words. Or the ability to speak without completely losing it. His body was trembling with emotion, and he could feel her warm hands on his cheeks, gently brushing his tears away with her thumbs. 
“Sorry, it’s just-” he cut himself off as another sob escaped him. “I... I’ve imagined this happening for the longest time—”
“Shh... It’s okay.” 
“—and I should have known that you’d look absolutely ridiculous in the crown.”
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-THE END-
(of the story and also their engagement maybe?)
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A/N: yes. I wrote this fic just to trash this. And also to piss my friend off bc she’s a huge taehee stan @lilydally​ 🤪🤪🤪 was it worth the hour spent pouring my heart out into the first part of this fic? HELL. YEA. 
oh and the title of this fic is actually ‘Flower Clown’, all credits to ly for the name. :))  
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gavin-plz-call-me · 3 years
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Dishes (Taehee x fem!mc)
It Mc's turn to do the dishes, but her hair annoyingly gets in the way. Taehee helps her out.
Word count: 396
Warnings: None
AO3
The house had begun to settle for the night, the boys retreated to their rooms after a lovely dinner leaving Mc to wash the dishes. It was her turn tonight, and, even though she was slightly drowsy from the great meal, she pushed through, scrubbing plates, pots, and pans until they shone like new.
Even though her misfortune had gone down significantly since her boys moved in with her, there were some annoyances that couldn't be helped, especially when they were caused, not by Mc's lack of luck, but by her forgetfulness. Today was one of the days that her forgetfulness had come out to haunt her. She had forgotten to tie up her hair before doing the dishes. It sprawled annoyingly in her face, making it itchy and limiting her vision, and because her hands were damp and probably covered in food, there was no way to bat the offending hairs away. Moving her head around, trying to let gravity do the work for her, only did so much. At this point, there wasn't much more she could do other than just grin and bear it.
That is until a soft, dry pair of hands found a piece of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Mc jumped a bit, the touch of the mysterious hand forced goosebumps to form on her skin before she looked up, Taehee in her view. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, no!" Mc said waving her dishwater-saturated hands, "I'm fine, thanks for moving my hair."
Taehee nodded, walking out of Mc's sight for a moment before his hands found her hair again. This time, he grabbed it all, gently pulling it back into a low ponytail. He worked with her hair much gentler than she would have as if he were afraid he'd rip it out, and the pony came out a bit loose, but it did the job well enough. His fingers lingered on the nape of her neck, sending chills throughout her body despite his hands being particularly warm. Mc's own hands had stopped washing dishes, she leaned into Taehee's touch, whining at the loss of warmth when he finally withdrew his hands. Taehee stood still in the room for a minute more, before excusing himself.
"Hey," Mc said as Taehee was about to disappear once again. He turned around, regarding Mc, "Thanks."
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wannabetwins · 3 years
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White String of Hate
Summary: In which Taehee, the resident clean freak, is driven to the brink of insanity.
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It started when he found pieces of white string on his clothes.
At first, he thought nothing of it. He had just re-organized the closets in the house. Maybe some stray cobwebs had floated into the room—nothing his duster couldn’t handle.
But then he started seeing them elsewhere. In his potted plants, the kitchen counter, the floor… And every time he mentioned it, his housemates merely shrugged it off and dismissed it as him being too much of a “clean freak”. He knew he had a tendency to be more sensitive to these things, so he let it slide, and told himself he was just thinking too much... before wiping down the surfaces till they were back to their pristine, clean state.
Still, the white strings continued to appear. He couldn’t even wear black shirts anymore without feeling irked to the bone. Even his trusty lint roller wasn’t enough to keep them at bay. "Maybe it's a lint mutation!" Hansol suggested. That was a ridiculous suggestion, of course… but Taehee did buy a new roller. Still it proved to be of little use; the pesky little strings kept coming back like scheming parasites.
By the seventh day, Taehee was beginning to question his sanity. Maybe he’d just worked too many long hours. Maybe his eyes were just tired. Maybe all he needed was a long night of sleep.
For days, the strings plagued his sight, their appearances growing more and more ridiculous. One morning, he even found it on his toothbrush. However, just like before, his housemates responded to his questions with that same indifference.
But he couldn’t get it out of his mind. The white strings consumed his every thought, and it was impossible to avoid them in the house when they seemed to have plagued every corner of his home.
There had to be a scientific explanation behind it—a sickness? But everyone was perfectly healthy. White hairs from stress-induced aging? But he was a goblin.... The others certainly didn’t seem to have developed white hairs either. He got MC to check his head on multiple occasions too, and she had assured him that he wasn’t growing any. He could only take her word for it.
What else could it be? Cobwebs? But cobwebs didn’t form so quickly after being cleaned. And they wouldn’t come in such huge numbers.
The question remained in the back of his mind as he struggled to come up with a reasonable answer, other than one involving him hallucinating. Because he wasn’t. His housemates who weren’t seeing these white strings were clearly going blind.
The last straw was when he was having his morning coffee. One of the rare times he could sit down in peace, take his time to savour the bittersweetness of his special brew. Needless to say it was one of his favourite times of the day.
Until he saw it. The thin white line of his nightmares now floating in the middle of what should’ve been delightful blackness.
Despite the sting of the heat, his fingertips pressed into the ceramic mug in a last attempt to keep his composure. But it was too late. He had reached the end of his tether, and his brain was beginning to tatter.
“Hey, clean freak,” Yooha’s usually unwelcomed voice slashed through the muddled swirl of Taehee’s angry thoughts. The latter looked up, finding the fox waving his open palm in front of him. “What’s with that face?”
“What?” Taehee rasped, brows furrowing in annoyance. He could already sense the stupid comment on his upturned lips.
“Usually, when you drink your coffee, you turn all pensive—like an old man,” Yooha shrugged. He took a casual sip of his wine. What lunatic even drank this early? “But you looked really pissed just now.”
Taehee blew out a sharp huff. If this fox knew what was good for him, he’d stay away. Anger was coursing through his veins and Taehee had been wound up too tight; he was this close to snapping.
“Oi. Kim Taehee. You okay? Why aren’t you—”
“I can’t...” Taehee mumbled through his gritted teeth.
“—drinking your coffee?”
“I CAN’T!”
Taehee’s shout echoed in the empty living room, and for the first time Yooha actually looked a little scared of him. The fox’s speechlessness made an awkward silence settle between the two as Taehee mentally berated himself for losing control over his temper like that. He had to stay calm. Be calm. Calm...
“Woah… yeah you’re definitely not okay. Wanna talk about it?”
The sound of Yooha’s voice ignited yet another spark of rage within him, and before he could do something else he would regret, Taehee grabbed his cup and emptied its tainted contents into the sink.
Yooha gaped at him expectantly, though a trace of awe and fear were still visible between his furrowed brows. He probably thought Taehee was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Oh, God...Taehee hoped he didn’t go into one of his rambles praising his own wisdom guised as shoddy advice. Not now.
However, the goblin was saved from such torture by the soft pad of footsteps down the stairs.
“What’s going on? I heard yelling.”
MC’s voice drifted from the stairs, and soon she came into view, bed head still fresh and her eyes smaller than usual, groggy with sleep. Taehee’s heart gave a small leap in response. As usual.
And apparently, it wasn’t alone.
The fox perked up, sitting straighter in his seat and his previously lazy demeanor turning almost puppy-like.
“Ah, MC,” he said, a grin now stretching across his lips. Taehee barely held back his own smile at her presence which now whittled away at his annoyance. “Good morning! Did you dream of me?”
Taehee rolled his eyes at Yooha’s unnecessary wink. MC was equally unamused, tired as she was, though she did spare him a chuckle.
“Yeah, yeah, sure did,” she replied with a brief smile, before her attention turned to Taehee. It was strange how easily she could calm him down. Just one look from her and he felt his breathing start to slow down, and the angry, scrambled thoughts in his mind began to scatter. All that was left was a pounding in his chest as he met her concerned stare.
“Is… everything okay?”
With practised ease, the corners of his lips lifted into a smile, erasing any and all traces of irritation from his face. “Yes, everything’s fine.”
“Fine?” Yooha snorted. “This guy nearly had an aneurysm.”
“What?” MC said, her gaze once again snapping towards the goblin. His cheeks heated under the sudden scrutiny.
Feeling slightly embarrassed now at the reason behind his outburst, he waved his hand dismissively. “No, no,” he stammered. “I’m really fine. I’m just… feeling off this morning.”
The girl seemed unconvinced. Her eyes drifted to the dumped coffee in the sink, and Taehee could practically see the calculations behind her forehead.
Abruptly, MC turned to the fox. “Yooha,” she began, startling when he suddenly transported behind her back.
Taehee’s skin tingled when the man slid his arms around her waist.
“Yes, MC?” Yooha hummed.
She promptly swatted his hands away. Taehee smirked in amusement...or maybe triumph.
“Did you make him mad again?” she went on.
Yooha stumbled back in offense, hand over his chest. Dramatic…
“What? No!”
MC crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one hip. Her lips pressed into a fine line as she flayed him with a hard, interrogative stare.
Yooha let out a sharp sigh. “I didn’t! Really!”
He glanced at Taehee, no doubt to clear his name. The latter pursed his lips. Should he clear the air? Technically, Yooha did add to his frustration. His presence alone could sour Taehee’s mood considerably any day, and especially today.
In the span of silence he took to think, MC seemed to interpret it as a confirmation of Yooha’s guilt, and his sentence was passed immediately.
“Go on, apologise to Taehee. You two should make up and at least try to get along.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” Yooha argued, genuinely looking quite upset now. Even MC seemed to be surprised by his reaction.
“Master, you don’t believe me? That’s hurtful…”
And then it happened.
Like a snake, his nine tails unfurled behind him one after another, practically glowing with the blindingly white sheen of his fur.
White. Fur.
The answer had been right in front of him the whole time, the source of his nightmares for the past week right under his nose and Taehee hadn’t so much as noticed.
He should’ve known. Ever since that stupid fox materialized from that scroll, nothing and no one else in this house rattled him as much as he could.
And at this very moment, he was downright pissed.
He hadn’t even realized his outstretched hand. His tense fingers were bent into a claw, ready to strangle one of the nine hydras sweeping through the air, further tainting the cleanliness of the house with those loose strands of white.
Rage coursed through his veins, and somehow, his magic followed suit with blue fire flaring into the center of his palm. Taehee hadn’t meant to move his hand any closer to the infuriating white fur. But his fight-or-flight instincts had kicked in, and little by little, those flames licked perilously close to the thin strands until…
“OW!!”
Taehee recoiled as the sharp sound pierced his ears, his anger subsiding enough for him to return to the present moment. He saw MC’s reaction first. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her mouth was frozen in a perfect “o.”
When his gaze fell on the fox again, the tails had vanished. Yooha was storming over to him, anger etched on his usually laidback face. He looked feral.
“Did you seriously just try to burn my tails? Kim Taehee!”
Taehee knew he should apologise. Clearly he was in the wrong here. But his mouth began flapping, retorts bubbling in his throat, unable to restrain himself in front of the fox. Especially when he was the cause of this whole mess in the first place.
“Would you prefer for me to shave them clean instead? Since you’re shedding anyway.”
“You-” Yooha’s voice cut off, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What are you talking about? Me? Shedding? What do you think I am? A common dog?”
“No,” Taehee returned with more composure than he felt. “Dogs are more likeable.”
“Why, you—” Yooha began, though he stopped himself again. His fist was balled tightly at his side, but he seemed to have enough restraint to keep it there. A tense breath wisped from his lips. “Look, you’re having a bad morning. I get it. But just because MC likes my tails more than you doesn’t mean you can abuse your magic fire trick.”
Several unintelligible syllables spluttered from Taehee’s mouth.
Words...he needed to use words.
“MC doesn’t— Fire trick? You don’t—”
No, no… sentences. He needed sentences. But his brain was too muddled with his emotions, and that stupid simper on the fox’s face was only making it worse.
“Or maybe… If you wanted to touch my tail so badly, you could’ve asked.”
Taehee was about to open his mouth again when MC’s face appeared in his line of sight, blocking the fox from his view.
“Enough, both of you. It’s too early in the morning for this, let’s just stop here, okay?”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who resorted to violence,” Yooha added stubbornly, shooting a glare in Taehee’s direction.
“It wouldn’t have gotten to this point if you would’ve cleaned after yourself,” he spat. To emphasize his point, he swiped his hand over his sleeve, sending a few tufts of white fluttering into the air.
Yooha squinted at the hair, his features once again contorting in offense. “You think that hair is mine? Is that what this is all about?”
“Think?” Taehee scoffed. “I think we all saw how much hair fell off that fur trap of yours.”
MC groaned and flopped back onto an empty chair. “Guys, can we not—”
“This,” Yooha interrupted, holding up his pinched fingers where Taehee assumed he had caught one of his hairs, “is not mine. Look how coarse and short this is! My fur is softer and longer than this—and whiter!”
“You can’t compare anything when you can barely see that hair between your fingers.”
“Maybe you can’t, since it’s obvious there’s something wrong with your eyes.”
“Oh? Let’s pluck out some of your hair and check then.”
“What? You think this is some kind of game? My tails aren’t for you to screw around with!”
“You always take them out when MC is here anyway. Like a dog wagging its tail for its master.”
“You- Did you just call me a dog again?”
“So on top of excessive shedding you can’t hear right either? Maybe it’s time to take you to a vet.”
“I told you that fur isn’t mine! I’m not shedding!”
Taehee slammed his palm onto the counter. His adrenaline was waning, and he hadn’t even had a sip of coffee. He was getting more exasperated by the second...
“Then what?” he sighed. “Do we suddenly have a cat in the house or something?”
A soft meow interrupted the growing tension between them, and both men turned to MC who was still innocently sitting at the table.
Yooha clicked his tongue, a smile unbefitting of the situation rapidly overtaking his previous scowl. “That was cute, MC, but this is serious,” he said. His palm rested against her mussed hair. “My honor is at stake here.”
“It wasn’t—”
“Yeah MC, I know you’re trying to help us but we need to work this out,” Taehee added, slapping Yooha’s hand away from her head.
She huffed and pushed both of their hands away from her face. “Guys, I said it wasn’t me.”
“Yeah.” A tuft of red hair appeared from the corner of Taehee’s eye. Biho shuffled meekly into the kitchen, and three pairs of eyes followed him curiously. “It was me.”
Yooha’s gaze shifted from Biho to Taehee, then back to the younger goblin. “You...meowed?”
The redhead’s chest heaved in a deep, forlorn sigh. He pressed a hand over his heart and shook his head. “I am deeply sorry for my actions. I didn’t intend for it to go this far.”
“What are you talking about Biho…” Taehee’s voice trailed off when they heard another meow. The younger goblin’s mouth was closed however, and the sound seemed to be coming from his head.
Was this a new power? Taehee had never seen anything like it. Hansol never mentioned anything about Biho’s new ability either.
However, the explanation for the strange occurrence soon made itself known… with its tiny, white ears peeking over Biho’s bright red hair.
Another one of his doleful sighs filled the stunned silence in the room. “I woke up and heard you guys arguing about Yooha shedding.”
“Like I said, I’m not—” Taehee slapped his hand over Yooha’s mouth to shut him up, wanting to listen to Biho instead of that annoying fox’s voice.
“I think it was actually this kitten’s fur… Sorry Taehee, I know it’s been bothering you this whole week.”
Taehee deflated half in relief and half in exhaustion. “Why didn’t you just say something earlier?”
“I was going to, but then you looked very angry about the hair, and I thought you would ask me to get rid of it.” Biho picked up the kitten from his hair and carefully placed it in his arms, cradling it like it was a baby. In return, the kitten nuzzled its face against his hoodie.
“Where did you even get it from? Did you buy it?” Yooha asked, defensively raising a hand up in case Taehee tried to physically shut him up again.
“I found it by the road on the way home,” he replied. “It was in a box all alone and it was raining. It looked like it had been abandoned, and I couldn’t leave it there like that.” His eyes drooped, his gaze turning sad as he gently stroked the kitten in his arms.
MC cooed at the explanation, joining the coddling of the little animal.
Taehee admitted it was touching...and understandable knowing Biho’s story. Still, the fur sticking to the younger goblin’s sleeve was giving him a fresh surge of anxiety.
“Biho,” he began, making sure his voice was gentle lest he upset him with what he had to say. “What you did was good. You probably saved its life, but…”
“We can’t keep it,” Yooha interrupted bluntly, earning him a slap upside the head. And it wasn’t even from Taehee this time.
“Hey,” MC hissed, casting a worried glance towards Biho.
Thankfully, the redhead seemed to expect this. Slowly, he nodded, though he cradled the kitten a little closer to his chest. “I know,” he said. “But can we keep him until we find him a home?”
Taehee opened his mouth to protest but MC held her hand up, no doubt guessing his answer.
“Of course we can,” she said. “We can post it online. I’m sure we can find someone.”
Biho shot her a grateful smile. “Could you help me with that?”
“Sure!” MC jumped up with a grin, before pausing. “Give me ten minutes. I should brush my teeth and wash my face first.”
“Okay, I’ll be in my room.”
Then the both of them left, although MC made sure to elbow Taehee in the side. He didn’t have to look at her to know what she wanted him to do next.
An awkward silence settled once more, now that it was just him and Yooha left in the kitchen. Briefly, he made eye contact with the fox, and Taehee fought the urge to roll his eyes. He doubted they would be able to make up even after this.
“Well? Don’t you have something to say?” Yooha asked with his chin up. Taehee wanted to wipe off that arrogant smirk from his face. But a wrong was a wrong, and he knew what he should do as the more mature one between them.
“Fine. The hair wasn’t yours, I’m sorry.”
“Good.”
“But it doesn’t change the fact that you shed. A lot.”
Silence. Presumably, Yooha was attempting to choose his words carefully, lest another argument broke out. He sighed heavily before speaking again. “Is this your idea of an apology?”
“I did apologise. But I also stated a fact. I clean your closet, you know. Your hairballs are disgusting.”
“I’ll have you know that my tails are amongst the most beautiful—”
“Just make sure you clean up after yourself from now on,” Taehee said, turning to leave. “Or I will personally shave you myself.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Yooha narrowed his eyes. “A mere goblin like you? Hah.”
“Hm. But a fox like you can’t disobey its master, right? All I need is to get MC to agree to it.”
Taehee felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw Yooha’s confident smile falter. Having said his piece, he turned and left for his room, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips as he heard his name echo angrily behind him.
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Lavender Jade Character Sheet
A quick rundown of all characters in my Monsta X historical romance fanfiction, Lavender Jade.
This is a very thorough list, so literally any character that has had the slightest part or even been mentioned is written here. Characters noted in chapter summaries are not listed.
In alphabetical order:
Ahreum - Kihyun’s servant
Ahrin of Hansan-do - popular writer; writer of White Carnation
Changkyun - Fourth Consort to Hoseok III
(Lady) Choi - companion to Han Jehan
Choi Seongjun - cousin to Lady Choi
Dawon - of Eigak; Prince Jooheon’s sorceress
Donghyuk - Kihyun’s personal guard
Goo Myungwoo - a Justice in Yishin’s highest court
Hakyeon the Great - founding and 1st king of Yishin
Han Jehan - new minister of the first circle
Han Jeyoon - father of Han Jehan; ex-minister of the first circle
Hanyeol - Hoseok’s messenger
Heejeon - consort to the late king, Hoseok III’s father 
Hoseok II - 17th king of Yishin
Hoseok III - 23rd king of Yishin
Hyejin - a servant
Hyemi - Kihyun’s oldest servant
Hyungwon - Third Consort to Hoseok III
Hyunjung - of Eigak; Jooheon’s seer
Hyunwoo - the commandant, Hoseok’s personal guard
Inmi - previous queen of Yishin
Jaesoom - Kihyun’s personal guard
Jaewoo - a servant
Jang Shingi - a friend of Han Jehan
Jeongho - Changkyun’s servant
Jeong Shinkyun - an official 
Jiyeon - of Eigak; Jooheon’s mistress of assassins
Jo Senmi - prime minister of Yishin
Jongil - one of Kihyun’s servants
Jooheon - Crown Prince of Eigak
Joo Kyuhoon - a minister of the third circle
Joori - Hyungwon’s servant
Jungjun - Hyungwon’s messenger
Juyeon - of Eigak; Jooheon’s second personal guard
Kang Jiwoo - a minister of the second circle
Kang Seyoung - a minister of the first circle
Kihyun - First Consort to Hoseok III
Kijeong - Changkyun’s servant; fiancé to Sora
Kim Namjoon - prime minister to Hoseok II
Kim Raehwan - a minister of the second circle
Kim Soomin - a friend of Han Jehan
Kim Sungil - Han Jehan’s swordsman
Ko Yerim - a minister of the second circle
Luda - of Eigak; Jooheon’s mistress of spies
Mara - consort to the late king, Hoseok III’s father
Min Shiyin - a minister of the first circle; education minister
Minhyuk - Second Consort to Hoseok III
Seokjin - Consort to Hoseok II
Seonho - Kihyun’s servant
Seungwoo - Kihyun’s messenger
Sewoon - Kihyun’s manservant
(Lord) Shin - of Eigak; powerful lord of the court
Shinkyung - Han Jehan’s messenger
Sojung - Jooheon’s personal guard
Song Dahee - chief interior minister
Song Hijun - a minister of the first circle
Soobin - of Eigak; Jooheon’s messenger
Sora - Kihyun’s servant; fiancée to Kijeong
Taehee - Changkyun’s personal guard
Taejin - Han Jehan’s servant
(Minister) Tang - of Eigak; a lord of the court
Woohyuk - Kihyun’s servant
Yang Hyojoo - a general
Yeon Hu - ex-general; powerful lord of the court
Yoo Hee - famous artist; painted Serenity Before the Storm and Underwater Bridge
Yoojoo - Kihyun’s messenger
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My Cruel Husband 1 || Jeon Jungkook (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/CTzlTlOcjY In which Jeon Jungkook agrees to marry Song Taehee(you) because of some reasons. She's happy. While he isn't. She does everything for him. While he does everything for another woman. ======================================= Was #3 in fanfiction. Thank you readers! ======================================= Note: Due to the countless requests mad…
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just my luck: chapter 1
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader 
Summary (placeholder): Having been cursed to live a life filled with misfortunes, moving to a new city to start anew was, as expected, a difficult process. But things start to change after you encounter a mysterious doctor who seems to know you even though you’ve never met him before. 
Notes:
Will contain spoilers for Taehee’s Story. 
The ‘Reader’ character will be left unnamed, and there are no mentions of ‘y/n’.
Taehee is trained in western medicine here, instead of oriental medicine.
The reader character will not be based on the in-game MC, other than her looks. The differences are because personally I think the in-game MC and Taehee’s personality don’t really match somehow.
This is basically my version of events of how Taehee and MC meet again. The details and events in this are not true to the game, other than Taehee’s backstory. 
For now it’ll be here on tumblr (if and until I move it to AO3) and i’ll be using the tag #justmyluck on the blog for chapter updates. 
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The rain was loud in your ears. Cars whizzed by you, water splashing beneath the tires and onto the pavement as they went by, and people hurried about with their umbrellas that did little to keep them dry in this torrential weather. 
You stood still in the middle of the hustle and bustle, your luggage by your side and your broken umbrella hanging limp and useless in your hand. The cold rainwater seeped into your clothes, and you shivered as a chill ran down your spine when the strong wind blew against your frame. 
You could feel odd stares being directed your way, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your phone battery had been depleted, which meant you could no longer refer to Poogle Maps to get to where your new apartment was. You had already waited for the past hour trying to hail a cab to no avail, and no one was accepting your request on the Duber app. 
As if moving wasn’t stressful enough already, all of this just had to happen. But you weren’t surprised in the least—it was just another typical day in your unfortunate life. 
For as long as you could remember, you had terrible luck. At first it was trivial things like always getting the shitty prizes in a lucky draw no matter how many times you spun the wheel, and always losing in games of chance against friends. No matter where you went or what you did, it seemed you were doomed to consistently draw the short end of the stick. 
Your luck seemed to only get worse as you grew older. Injuries grew increasingly common, and more severe. You didn’t think there were so many ways a person could get hurt—you had to learn it the hard way, from slipping on a banana peel, getting knocked down by someone who accidentally ran straight into you, getting hit by stray soccer balls or baseballs in school… The events were countless. 
Your classmates used to joke that you had been cursed by a witch when you were younger. Sometimes you found yourself wondering if that was true after all. There was only so much bad luck one person could have in their life, and you seemed to be attracting a never-ending supply of it. 
You’d hoped that maybe things would change after moving to this new neighbourhood. You had even specifically asked for an apartment that had ‘good feng-shui’, hoping that would make some kind of difference.
It didn’t. You hadn’t even arrived in your new home yet, but you could already tell that things weren’t going to change. If you had been cursed by a witch or been fated to suffer neverending misfortune, then moving to a new neighbourhood to start afresh wasn’t going to change anything. 
With a sigh and a shiver, you decided to shake yourself out of your low spirits. No point dwelling on these things, you may as well hurry to your apartment before something worse happened. So you picked up the handle of your luggage and continued trudging on, your feet making squelching sounds with each step from the water that had filled your shoes. You’d get home one way or another, and a little rain wasn’t about to stop you.
Just as you finished that thought, the handle of your luggage broke, and the whole thing tumbled straight into a muddy puddle, sending specks of mud flying and staining your jeans.
It took everything in you to suppress a frustrated scream when you dipped your fingers into the dirty waters to pick up your luggage again. 
***
By the time you arrived at the apartment building, you looked like you had been to hell and back. 
But hey, at least you had come out alive, right?
Your landlord had been surprised to see you drenched from head to toe, and she had kindly offered a fresh towel and some hot tea for you after inviting you into her home. She was a kind elderly lady, and her warm welcome brightened your mood considerably. The tea had felt extra warm as you made small talk with her before taking the key to your apartment. 
But then your mood sank right back down to rock-bottom when you realised that you had to carry your heavy luggage up five whole flights of stairs, because it just so happened that the elevator wasn’t working. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anyone you could ask for help—certainly not the sweet old landlady. You felt bad to bother any of your neighbours too. 
So an hour and one rough tumble down the stairs later, you miraculously made it all the way up to your door. You would be jumping for joy if your arms didn’t feel like they were about to fall off. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower, lie down and get some sleep. Maybe take some painkillers before that too, because you could feel a migraine coming up. 
The apartment smelled a little musty when you entered, but otherwise, everything looked great. It was bare, seeing as there was some delay in the delivery of your furniture, but it was clean. There weren’t any bugs that you could see from a quick survey of the rooms, so that was good enough in your book. 
Looking around your simple studio apartment, you smiled to yourself, glad that you had finally made it here despite the many hiccups along the way. Nothing could dampen your spirits now; moving here marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life, and you were ready for your new job that would be starting in two weeks. 
You had a good feeling about all this somehow, despite dripping wet all over your floor and even though your sides hurt from falling down the stairs together with your luggage earlier. 
Cursed or not, you were excited about living here already. 
***
Two days later, your furniture still had not arrived. You had to make do with the sleeping bag you’d packed in your luggage for contingencies such as this. The moving company wasn’t getting back to you even though you had sent them a string of emails asking for updates. You hoped it was just a lack of staff around on the weekends, and that someone would get back to you by Monday.
Apart from that, there weren’t any major problems. Everything in the apartment was working fine. You had made sure to check everything to make sure you wouldn’t suffer some kind of freak accident in your own home—it had happened before, when the ceiling fan in the living room fell just when you left to take a drink. (Looking at it from another angle, you had been incredibly lucky with that close shave.)
The only issue left was the fever that you had woken up to that morning, definitely because you had been caught in the rain. Thankfully, the landlady had informed you that there was a clinic just across the street, so you made plans to go after forcing yourself to eat half of an apple. You didn’t have an appetite but you’d probably faint on the way if you went on an empty stomach, and ending up in the hospital was definitely not on your to-do list here. 
It was warm out when you stepped out of your apartment building. The sun was up, and the temperature was just right. Perfect for a walk. You’d probably enjoy it better if your head wasn’t pounding so much. 
It wasn’t too difficult to find the clinic. Like the landlady said, it was right across the street, a mere five minutes’ walk from your apartment. And then right down the street was a convenience store too. You’d go pick up some snacks and ready-made foods later — it’d be too tiresome to cook while sick.
The clinic wasn’t too full, thankfully. There were maybe about four to five people inside when you arrived, and after registering at the counter you took a seat and checked your phone. You hadn’t had the energy to reply to anything yesterday, so it seemed that your phone had blown up while you were gone.
The messages were mainly from Seohee, your best friend. You saw multiple missed calls and messages from her, and from what you could glean from the message previews, she had been worried because you just went MIA without updating her on your whereabouts. She had been worried from the start when she heard that you were going to live alone in a new city, without anyone accompanying you. 
Grimacing, you swiped right to open the chat, and you typed a quick message to assure her that you were doing fine and adjusting great, casually omitting the part where you had fallen sick and your furniture hadn’t arrived yet. No need to worry her, she had enough things on her plate to manage. 
The other messages were from random group chats that you didn’t have the energy to read at the moment, so you locked your phone and closed your eyes momentarily, leaning back in your seat and resting your head against the wall. The doctors seemed to be taking a while…
About half an hour later, your number was called. Finally. 
You stood up a bit too quickly, and black spots promptly appeared in your vision while your head started to spin. A nod was all you could manage when the receptionist pointed to one of the rooms down the hallway, while you took hesitant steps forward and tried to steady yourself. Eventually the dizziness subsided and your head cleared up a bit when you read the name written on the door plate: Dr. Taehee Kim. 
You repeated the name a few times in your head. It had a nice ring to it. You knocked twice on the wooden door and pushed down on the door handle to enter.
“Good morning.” You heard a deep, male voice, and your first thought was that you liked it. There was a soothing quality to it, and maybe it was an exaggeration but your headache seemed to lessen just from hearing him speak. 
You looked up, wearing a polite smile and returning the morning greeting. Or at least, you were about to, but then your voice caught in your throat and you found yourself staring into the eyes of who was quite possibly the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He had thick, wavy black locks parted to the side, and a pair of deep set, dark grey-ish green eyes—a colour you had never seen before. His complexion was fair and otherwise flawless, and you could tell from his defined jawline and broad shoulders that he worked out regularly too. He looked handsome enough to be a model, and you couldn’t help but stare with widened eyes, while heat began to gather in your face. Whether it was from the fever, or because of him, you couldn’t tell. 
But getting to see such a handsome doctor… today had to be your lucky day. For once. 
The only thing was, it seemed to be the exact opposite for him. Contrary to the tone of his greeting, he now looked like he had just seen a ghost. He sprang to his feet the moment he saw you, and his chair rolled backwards until it hit the wall behind him with a loud thump. His eyes were blown wide, lips parted as he stared at you, searching your face for something… You didn’t know what, exactly. 
The normal thing to do now would be to sit in the empty chair next to his desk and for him to do his job, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move a single step. Not when he was looking at you like this, as if he had a million things to say but couldn’t. So you stood there, feet glued to the spot by the door as you stared back, blinking and confused. 
He spoke again after the tense silence stretched on for much longer than you’d have liked. 
“Is… Is it really you? Am I dreaming? Is this… real?”
In the silence of the room, his shaky whisper rang loud and clear in your ears. 
Affection. Sadness. Longing. They were unmistakable in his wavering voice, in his eyes that were starting to glisten with what seemed like tears. 
The only problem was, you didn’t understand why. Much less why it was being directed to you. You were missing something here, or maybe it was him. You didn’t know. Your head hurt, and you just wanted some medicine, and then to go home to sleep this fever off. 
But now your doctor was walking towards you, each footstep ringing in your ears as he drew closer and closer, his perplexed expression remaining the same. And for some reason you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, much less find the strength to push him away when he stood an arm’s length away and gently held you by the shoulders. Even the way he tried to hold you was strange — his hands were shaking and his palms were barely brushing against your shoulders, hesitant and afraid. 
Maybe you had spoken too soon. It probably wasn’t a lucky day at all—when would you learn? Now you were stuck in an office with a weirdo who was getting way too emotional over a simple consultation.
“A-Are you… okay?” The words came out as a timid squeak, and you watched as he blinked, though his eyes didn’t lose the glass-like quality to them. The ceiling light was reflecting off his eyes, and they seemed to be glistening with fresh tears.
“I never thought… I… I can’t believe it’s- it’s- H-How could this happen?” 
You flinched when you felt something brush against your cheek, and it took a few seconds for you to realise that the back of his hand was ghosting over your skin. 
Belatedly, your fight-or-flight response finally kicked in and you pushed his hand away, putting your hands out to make him step back and put some much-needed distance between you. Handsome or not, this guy was getting downright creepy and inappropriate.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, and I think you’ve got the wrong person. I’ll just go to another clinic-” You turned around, ready to hightail it out of his office, when you felt his hand on your wrist, holding you in place. 
“No, wait. Please- Please wait. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.”
A voice pounded in your head then. An image flashed in your mind, one of a man who didn’t belong in this time period. He was dressed in traditional clothes, and he was holding you with tears streaming down his face. You couldn’t quite make out his face from the blurred picture that came and went like lightning, but the sound of his voice was the same as this doctor’s desperate plea. 
Then dizziness hit you once more, but this time it didn’t subside. The last thing you remembered before your vision turned black was the sound of him calling your name. 
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A/N: I will be leaving this on tumblr for now, I’ll probably start posting on AO3 when I have more chapters ready to post. :) I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first chapter and thank you for reading! :)
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just my luck: chapter 2
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader
Summary (placeholder): Having been cursed to live a life filled with misfortunes, moving to a new city to start anew was, as expected, a difficult process. But things start to change after you encounter a mysterious doctor who seems to know you even though you’ve never met him before.
chapter 1
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“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” 
It was a familiar voice, one that made your heart pound and ache painfully in your chest. And it was the only thing replaying in your head when you woke up, though it began to rapidly ebb away as your eyes opened, receding like a tide as quickly as it had come. 
Waking up from what felt like a long, distant dream, the first thing you noticed as you blinked your eyes open was the moisture clinging to your eyelashes. You raised your fingers gingerly to touch your cheeks, staining its tips with tears. Glancing around, you realised you were in a doctor’s office, lying on an examination table. It didn’t take long for everything to come rushing back to your memory as your head throbbed and pulsed in pain. 
You remembered coming to the clinic because you had a fever—how could you forget, with this shitty headache and the faint nausea that was rising from the sheer pain—and then the doctor had started acting strange, and then nothing. You must have fainted, and then he probably carried you to the examination table afterwards, but now he was gone. 
The office was empty and silent, save for the sounds of your ragged breathing. Staying and waiting for him to come back didn’t sound like a good idea at all. There was no telling what he might do to you and if he pulled anything—you didn’t have the strength to call for help in this state either. 
You groaned and clutched your head from the fresh wave of pain that washed over you as you struggled to sit up and push your legs over the edge of the examination table. Gingerly, you stepped down, feet unsteady on the hard flooring beneath you. Black spots covered the edges of your vision, and you squeezed your eyes shut in an effort to will the nausea away. You had no intention of fainting twice in one day. At least, not until you got to another clinic where hopefully the doctors were more normal.
Unfortunately, at that moment you heard the door click open and then you heard footsteps rushing to your side. You felt hands on your shoulders trying to support you, and you didn’t have any strength to try pushing him away. He helped you back to the examination table and pushed you back down into a lying position. Like a rag doll, your limp and weak body made no attempt to resist. 
“You shouldn’t be moving,” Dr. Kim chided with a frown. 
“How… How long was I… out for?” Damn, it was hard to even speak. Not when you were lightheaded and when you could only manage shallow breaths. 
He checked his watch. “About five minutes. I checked your temperature earlier and you’re having a very high fever. It’s 39.2 degrees.” 
“Shit.” The curse left your lips before you could stop yourself. All this because of a little rain? Screw you, rain. 
“I wanted to wait until you were awake before I continued the check-up,” he continued. “I don’t think you need to go to the hospital since you didn’t hit your head. The main issue is the fever, but if you want to go to the hospital for a check-up to be safe I think that would be a good idea too.” 
“No, it’s fine,” you said. “If you say I don’t have to go then I trust you.” You really didn’t. It was just that you’d rather not imagine the hospital bill if you actually made a trip to the A&E or something. 
“Alright then, I’ll just do a quick check-up on you now.” 
Admittedly, you were worried that he might try something funny. But then the rest of the check-up went by smoothly, and he maintained a completely professional demeanour while doing his job. It was as if everything that you recalled happening before you fainted had been a mere figment of your imagination. There was not a single trace left of the emotional doctor from before. The man in front of you now seemed like a completely different person—dare you say, even normal. If he did have any emotions, they were masked behind a polite smile and a courteous voice as he asked you questions about what you’d been eating, what might have caused the fever, whether there was pain in the areas where he was lightly applying pressure. 
Could it have been the fever conjuring up some nonsensical drama in your head? Maybe you had knocked your head earlier and you didn’t even know it. 
“I’ll prescribe you with medication for your fever and cough,” he said, returning to his desk to type some things down on his computer. 
“Thanks,” you said, sitting up. It didn’t feel as difficult this time, maybe because your head was starting to clear up a little. You just hoped you’d be able to get home in one piece.
“Do you need more time to lie down?” he asked, eyes widening in mild alarm when he turned around and saw you trying to get off the examination table again. 
“I’m feeling better now,” you replied, but made no protest when he held you by the arm to help you down. He released you when you looked like you were steadier on your feet, and you took a few steps forward experimentally, to show him that you would be fine.
“Thanks. That’s all, right?” 
“Just one more thing,” he added. “I’ll need you to come back in three days so I can check up on you.”
His words took a couple of seconds to register in your muddled head. “What?” Was it normal for a general practitioner to ask you to return for a check-up? 
“Is it inconvenient?” he asked, raising a brow. 
“Oh, no it’s not. I mean- I live pretty close by so it’s not that inconvenient.” You were beginning to ramble in your confused state. “It’s just- I thought GPs usually don’t ask patients to come back for a second consultation.”
“I suppose it is a bit unusual,” he admitted with a smile. It was difficult not to be charmed by it, or by the way his eyes met yours. His smile was brighter and more genuine than the polite ones he had been offering you for the past couple of minutes, and it looked good on him. “It’s something I ask of my patients sometimes, just to be thorough and make sure that everything’s alright. And the follow-up consultation will be free of charge, so if it’s convenient for you I’d appreciate it if you came by so I can make sure that you’re okay.” 
The words “free of charge” did make his offer sound a lot more attractive. This was entirely to your benefit too, there was no compelling reason for you to turn him down. There was still the nagging thought in the back of your mind clinging to the memory of his odd behaviour before you passed out, but you decided to ignore it for now. He didn’t seem bad, and if he really wanted to try something funny he could have done it earlier, but he hadn’t pulled any tricks with you so far, so that had to mean something. 
“Alright. Thanks for the offer. So I’ll come back in three days… Should I come at this time?”
“Any time that suits you is fine,” he answered. His smile seemed to have grown bigger, or maybe you were just imagining things.
“Okay then, thanks.” With a curt nod and polite smile, you turned to leave. The friendly smile he gave as he watched you go lingered in your mind as you waited for the receptionist to call on you to give you the medicine he had prescribed.
What a crazy day it had been—and it had only just begun, seeing as it was still technically morning. 
The small plastic bag of medicine in your hands rustled as you left the clinic, but just as you took a couple of steps outside, you heard someone call your name from behind.
You winced when your head jerked back sharply, and there you found Dr. Kim jogging towards you. He was no longer wearing his white coat, and now you could see his outfit in full: a navy blue button-up shirt paired with black business pants and a pair of black derbys. His soft black hair bounced lightly with his movements, a little like cotton candy. You couldn’t help but stare at the sight — he was effortlessly handsome, turning heads as he went. It felt strange to feel eyes on you when he approached you with a breathtaking smile.
“Did I leave something behind?” you asked, peering at his hands to see if he had brought whatever it was with him. They were empty, however.
“No, it’s my lunch break now. I thought I would walk you home since you said you lived nearby.” 
Alarm bells in your head went off again. Was he trying to follow you home? What if he turned out to be a crazy stalker? 
Your apprehension must have shown, because he immediately raised his hands in surrender and his eyes widened in panic. “I know this sounds strange. It’s just— I was worried since you fainted earlier… I’m worried you might faint again on the way home. So I thought I should walk you home in case anything happened.” 
...Okay, that sounded fair enough. You had fainted earlier and also insisted on not going to the hospital. Still though, he was going above and beyond. Either he was an exceptionally good person or he was being a creep. Taking the risk didn’t sound worth it. 
Choosing your words carefully, you replied in a measured tone, “Thanks for worrying, but I’ll be fine. My place is within walking distance from here. I feel better after lying down so I think I can manage.” 
The concern didn’t disappear from his face. Instead, the wrinkles in his forehead only deepened at your response. “Still… just to be safe. If it makes you feel better,” he added with some haste, “let’s just say I’m doing this for my benefit. I don’t want to be accused of medical negligence if anything happens to you on the way home.”
Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but breathe out a chuckle. “I promise I won’t press charges, alright? I made the decision on my own.”
“Can I really trust that?” he retorted, although the kind smile playing on his lips indicated that he wasn’t really taking offense. Not to mention, it was doing an effective job of melting away the tension in your shoulders. 
He didn’t seem like a bad person… maybe you could take that risk. Besides, he looked like he might actually cry if you didn’t let him bring you home. 
“I’ll leave once I see you to your place. I won’t enter or do anything weird. If it’ll make you feel safer you can turn on the audio recording function in your phone—”
“It’s fine,” you interrupted him mid-ramble. “I’ll trust you.”
He breathed a sigh of relief, looking genuinely happy to hear that. “Really?”
“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “You’re a bit weird but I don’t think you’re a bad person.” 
The confusion that showed on his face was almost cute. “I’m… weird?”
“Let’s just walk,” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for saying that out loud. “How long is your lunch break anyway?”
“An hour,” he replied, walking in step with you. “Is your place very far from here?”
You shook your head, pointing to the building in the distance. “It’s just a five-minute walk.” 
“Oh.” 
Maybe you heard wrong, but you thought you detected a hint of disappointment in his short response. 
“I’ve been working here for a while, but I’ve never seen you before,” he remarked. “I suppose that’s a good thing. It means you’re healthy, right?” 
A cynical laugh left your lips at that, which made him stare at you quizzically. “Was I wrong?” he asked. 
“I just moved here yesterday,” you told him, omitting the part where you weren’t exactly the healthiest person either. It wasn't that you fell sick easily, it was more like you got injured far more often than the average person. But if your bad luck continued, maybe you’d be seeing this doctor more often than he expected. 
“I see.”
You snuck a sideways glance at him, noticing how his eyebrows were pressed together in a thoughtful look. His eyes seemed distant, like his mind was far away. You wondered what he might be thinking about.
The rest of the short walk was filled with him asking you questions and making small talk. It consisted of the usual questions any stranger might ask you: How are you adjusting? Where did you come from? Why did you decide to move here? 
It was strange how easily you were able to open up to him, despite the guardedness you felt earlier. It just felt natural somehow, like seeing a friend you hadn’t met in a long time. Easing into the conversation and listening to the sound of his voice was nicer than you expected it to be. 
Before long you found yourself at the entrance of your apartment building, and you weren’t sure if the small twist in your heart was disappointment at not being able to ask your share of questions of the doctor. He had asked you questions the entire way here but you hadn’t learned all that much about him, other than that his smile was contagious, his laughter felt like a refreshing summer breeze and that every time he looked at you it made your heart jump in your chest.
 “I’ll head in on my own. Thanks,” you said, forcing a smile to your face. 
He took a moment to survey the building, his lips pressed into a line. Then his gaze returned to you, the serious expression on his face compelling your eyes to drop to your feet. The intensity in his eyes was a bit too much to handle. 
“Before you go, could you add my number to your phone?” 
“What?” Your response was immediate, and when you looked at him again he seemed a bit more bashful than before. 
“I know this is strange, but in case anything happens, you can call me. You don’t have to give me your number, but I’d feel better knowing that you have mine just in case, especially since you said you don’t know anyone around here.” 
You pondered over this, but found no reason to reject him. So with a shrug, you took your phone from your pocket and dialled the number that he gave you into the keypad, before saving the contact as ‘Dr. Kim’. 
Maybe he could tell that you didn’t feel comfortable giving him your number. He didn’t take out his phone or wait around after that. He simply gestured for you to go into the building, reminding you to take your medicine and to get some rest. 
The walk into the building felt a little more lonely than before, now that you could only hear the sound of your footsteps. You didn’t realise before, but coming here to a new place all on your own had made you feel a twinge of loneliness you didn’t feel back home. It wasn’t like you had many friends in the first place, but at least Seohee was there. 
You sighed. This was just the fever talking. You tended to crave company when you were sick, after all. It didn’t change the fact that you were excited to start a new life here. You could pursue your dreams, do what you had wanted to for so long, without anyone holding you back. 
Still, just before you disappeared into the lobby, you looked back. There wasn’t a real reason for it, but you did it anyway. 
And then you saw him, waiting at the gate, watching with a pensive expression as you went in. When he noticed you had turned around though, his expression melted into a bright smile and he waved. 
It cleared away the loneliness you felt in that moment. In its place, a pleasant warmth spread in your chest at the sight, and a smile lifted your lips before you realised it. 
When you returned to your apartment, the first thing you did was change the name of his contact.
Dr. Strange.
You grinned, satisfied. It had a nice ring to it. 
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Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader 
Summary: Taehee treats a cut that you got, and more. 
A/N: I don’t have a title for this, it’s just some soft Taehee fluff. Enjoy my verbal diarrhea. :)  
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It was just a small cut on your finger, an accident that had happened when you were mincing spring onions to assist Taehee in dinner preparations. It didn’t even bleed that much either.
And yet, Taehee wouldn’t stop fussing over you, panicking as if you had gotten stabbed instead of lightly cut by a knife. “Sit here,” he insisted, pushing you gently but firmly towards the chair at the kitchen island, before hurrying off to fetch the first-aid-kit. 
You looked down at your miserable index finger, mentally chiding yourself for being so careless. All you wanted was to help Taehee for once, instead of having him worry about you as he tended to do practically all throughout the day. Even if he was busy at work he would somehow find time to drop you texts every now and then to check up on you, to ask if you were bored at home, or if you were at work, how work was going. 
And yet, you had managed to make him worry again. If he weren’t a goblin, his face would probably be overflowing with wrinkles by now. 
“I’m back,” he called from behind you, before appearing in your line of sight. He stood in front of you, placing the first-aid box on the table, and you watched his side profile as he opened the box and started rummaging through its contents.
“Oh, I can do this myself,” you began, about to get up, but he put a hand up to stop you, before it went to your shoulder to gently push you back down.
“No, let me,” he said with a smile, and you couldn’t argue against that. You were always weak to his smiles. 
With nothing else to do but wait, your eyes began wandering. Taehee looked really tall from where you were sitting, and he was standing close enough that your knee was barely grazing the side of his jeans-covered mid-thigh. Your gaze swept across the side of his face, noticing how his lips was slightly pursed and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Or worry. 
"Give me your hand,” he said, and you put your hand in his open palm like an obedient puppy. His hand was only just slightly bigger than yours, you realised. And it was warm. 
He held your index finger, and began dabbing at the cut with the antiseptic-drenched cotton tip. The alcohol stung slightly, but his every touch was gentle and careful. 
It was just a fleeting thought, but you wished it was your hand that he was holding, instead of just your finger.
And when you realised what just crossed your mind, you looked away, eyes darting away in shame from your finger to his face... that you realised was awfully close to yours.
For the most part, his bangs were covering his face so you couldn’t see much other than the protruding tip of his nose and his lips. Still, you could smell the faint, lingering cologne he wore to work and recognised it as the scent that you picked out for him a while back. 
“Does it hurt?” he asked, not looking up. 
You shook your head. “No, I told you it’s fine. It’s just a small cut.”
“Still,” he sighed. “It... pains me to see you hurt in any way.” 
He looked up then, which resulted in your faces being mere inches apart. You felt a burning sensation in your cheeks, and it grew hotter the longer you stared wide-eyed into his blue-grey irises. They were such a beautiful colour, and you hadn’t gotten the chance to see them up close until now. 
Your breath hitched when you felt his grip on your index finger tighten just a little. The lack of distance between you was making you extremely aware of every movement he made, and every second that passed seemed to stretch on for an eternity. 
You were running out of air, but you didn’t dare to breathe. What if your breath smelled? What if he heard just how loudly your heart was beating? It was ready to burst out of your eardrums at this point.
“You should be more careful,” he admonished, though instead of the usual nagging tone, his voice had lowered to a gentle whisper. The voice you recognised sometimes in the late nights when you dozed off on the couch and he carried you back to your room to sleep, chiding you as he went. His eyes confidently held your gaze, and you broke eye contact first, looking down. 
“I’m sorry,” you murmured. 
“What for?”
“For making you worry.” 
You heard a chuckle blow past his lips then, and he released your finger. You raised your head, watching as he took out the stickers of the plaster to carefully wrap it around your finger. 
“I will always worry about you,” he told you with a smile, although there was a tinge of sadness in it. “You’re too important to me.” 
Your heart seemed to skip a beat at the bold confession, and you felt the heat in your face spread to the tips of your ears. You hoped your face wasn’t red, but from the grin that showed on Taehee’s face, it seemed that you were wearing your heart on your sleeve. As usual.
Suddenly feeling embarrassed, you pulled your finger away, only for him to catch your wrist immediately after. You could only stare as he wordlessly took your hand in his, and drew it closer to his face, until your finger touched his lips.
He pressed a soft kiss to it, just above the plaster, where your cut was. You could feel his breath fanning against your fingers, and your insides turned to mush. The syllables of his name died on the tip of your tongue.
“There. All better now.” 
When Taehee finally released you, you almost heaved a sigh of relief. And disappointment at the loss of warmth on your hand.
“You should go rest. I can finish up here.” 
Usually, you would protest and insist on staying and helping out.
But now, all you could manage was a meek nod, before you hightailed it out of there, briskly walking up the stairs, heading straight for the comfort of your room and face-planting into your soft bed.
All you could think about was that kiss. That soft, gentle, barely-there kiss. The feel of his lips on your finger. His warm breath on your hand. Your heart that couldn’t calm down anymore. 
You didn’t know what to think. What did that kiss even mean? Taehee could be so confusing at times.
But well, one thing was for sure:
This was going to be one hell of an awkward dinner.  
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just my luck: chapter 12
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader
|| Chapter 12: A Goblin’s Story || 
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He would never forget. He couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. The memory of that day was like a chain and weight wrapped around his ankles, an ever-present reminder that haunted him even several centuries later. 
It was the day he had lost everything. 
He could recall every excruciating detail: the sight of a metal sword pierced through her middle, the horrible scream that had torn from his throat without even realising, the scent of her blood as he held her in his arms, and the pain of watching the life in her eyes gradually die out. 
It had been so long that he had already lost count of the days and years that had passed. He only knew that he had lived around three hundred years without her. Back then, his mind had been consumed by his wish to die, to disappear from the face of the earth, so that at least he could be with her wherever she was. 
But even in death, they had to be apart. 
Maybe the gods had decided that he had suffered enough. She had appeared again without warning, reincarnated without memory of their past. And Taehee thought that everything would be alright again, that if he could make her fall in love with him once more then they could finally be together without anyone or anything getting in the way.
As always, there was a catch. She had reincarnated, but with such strong yin energy that misfortunes followed her wherever she went. Misfortunes that were slowly but surely escalating and putting her life in danger. 
And sure enough, it had almost happened again—he had nearly watched her die a second time, right in front of his eyes. 
It was an incredibly sobering thought, like getting a bucket of ice-cold water splashed onto him. Just because she was here with him again, didn’t mean she’d be here for good; she could just as easily be snatched away from him, like before.
Instinctively, his fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Thankfully, the bed was big enough to accommodate them, even if it was a tight fit. Still, he didn’t mind at all. She was pulled flush against him, chest to chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He could feel every curve, every line of her body, and it felt nice. If he focused he could feel her heartbeat racing at a pace that rivalled his own erratic pulse. 
“It’s not good for you to sleep like this,” she protested. She had been doing this for a while, insisting that she should sleep in the visitor’s bed instead, which was just a few steps away from his bed.
“Actually, I’m very comfortable right now,” he murmured into her hair, not loosening his grip on her waist in the slightest. A part of him wondered if she would be alright sleeping like this, considering the snug fit. Still, the bigger and more selfish part of him was too happy, too greedy to let her go so soon. He could at least have this much for a while more, considering he had waited three hundred years to be with her again. 
He heard her groan, and resisted the urge to chuckle. If she really wanted to escape she could easily do it, since right then, he was the weaker of the two. However, she didn’t move, despite what her embarrassment prompted her to say. 
It made him want to tease her more. Maybe he could kiss her again? 
“Taehee.” 
...Or not. That wasn’t the tone of voice she used when she was in the mood to play along with him or be teased.  
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[Taehee x Reader] Letters (Part 1)
Summary: Taehee’s notes to you are infinitely precious.  Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader
> Based on this writing prompt list (the ways you said ‘i love you’), prompt #33: on a post-it note.
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It had started off with gentle notes of warning. “Bring an umbrella, it’ll rain today.” “Don’t go out today, it’s not safe.” "Avoid the bus today, take the train and walk instead.”
You couldn’t remember when exactly you got the first note, but you had found it there every day in the pocket of your jeans or jacket long enough that it had become a safety amulet of sorts to you. A protective charm, if you would. For the longest time you didn’t know who it came from either, or why you trusted it so much. 
You used to think it was from a guardian angel, secretly protecting you from the shadows. 
The thought made you feel less alone throughout the years, knowing that there was at least one person in the world who cared about you. Since young you had only known misfortune, and these notes were the only things that made you think, maybe your life wasn’t completely rotten after all. 
It was only years later that you met him: Kim Taehee. Your guardian angel; the goblin who had kept watch over you all this time without you knowing. A man who seemed to know more about you than you did.
The notes ceased, because now that he was living in your home, there was no need. He was just a few steps away from you at all times, and he would check in on you frequently throughout the day to ensure that you were safe and well.
And as much as you were grateful for it, you couldn’t help but miss the notes that he used to write you. It had long become a habit for you to wake up, the buzzing thrill of seeing what you would get in your pocket this time being the main motivation for you to get out of bed in the mornings.
Maybe it was because you had mentioned it offhandedly that one time during dinner. It had been a thoughtless comment; just a lighthearted remark about how you missed his notes. You didn’t think anyone would take it to heart. 
The next day, when you reached into your pocket, and your heart seemed to skip a beat when your fingers felt a piece of paper inside. 
With a wide grin forming on your face, you pulled it out, eyes falling on the handwriting that you knew all too well. 
I still can’t see your future, but since you said you missed this, I thought I’d write something. I hope you have a good day today. I’ll probably be out by the time you read this, but please eat your breakfast. It’s already on the stove, remember to heat it up. -Taehee
Short and sweet. And this time, he had signed it himself.
It stirred a nostalgic, comforting warmth in your chest. 
And as silly and superstitious as it was, you were confident that today would be a good day again too. 
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just my luck: chapter 4 (pt. 2)
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 4 (pt. 2) (AO3)
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Chapter 4 (pt. 2) (full) 
Dr. Kim was gentle. His fingers were light on your skin as he carefully dressed your wounds. He was sensitive to every pained sound you made, no matter how soft, and was somehow always apologetic every time even though he was already being as gentle as he possibly could. 
You noticed some eyes on you as he escorted you out of the clinic after briefly explaining the situation to the staff at the reception counter. They seemed surprised, and looked like they wanted to protest but he ushered you out of the clinic before they could finish speaking.
Maybe he had lied when he said there would be no issues with him leaving work for this. But when you raised it again, he insisted it was fine and that you needn’t worry. It looked like he was just as stubborn as you could be so you gave up trying to argue with him and just went along with it. 
He had a nice, sleek black Mercedes parked by the road. Like the gentleman he was, he had opened the car door for you, placed a hand above your head to keep you from hitting the door, and even made sure that the temperature in the car was just right for you. It was a first—chivalry was mostly dead in your social circles.
The leather seats of the car were nice to sink into. It was a big change from your thin sleeping bag. If only the damn moving company could give you a freaking update on your furniture… 
“Does your wrist hurt a lot?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts and the string of vulgarities that were about to go off in your head. 
“It’ll be fine,” you said, waving it off with your non-injured hand. “This isn’t a big deal.”
“You say it like it’s normal to get a sprained wrist or ankle,” he replied with a frown. “Do you get injured often?”
“Hmm. I guess more than the average person.” 
“I see. Do you do a lot of sports? Is that why?”
“No, it’s not that,” you answered immediately, before realising you should have just said ‘yes’ so there wouldn’t be a need to answer his natural follow-up—
“Then why?” 
You stared at your swollen wrist. It was already a light injury, all things considered, but still your mood soured as you looked at it.  The pain was throbbing through your arm, you could feel the sting of the scrapes and wounds on your arms and legs, and then you thought about the long wait that would come at the hospital—time that you could be spending on looking for furniture because the moving company had not responded to you at all. And there was also the ache in your back that reminded you that you would be sleeping on the floor again tonight, and maybe for a few more nights, seeing as your bank account wasn’t looking very healthy. You needed to find a part-time job but with your wrist the way it was, you wouldn’t even be able to start work that soon. Hopefully it was just a sprain, which wouldn’t take too long to recover, but if it was a fracture…
“It’s just bad luck,” you surmised with a bitter smile. 
People tended to think you were optimistic for not complaining or whining about your misfortune, even though it was clear that life sucked, and it sucked hard. But it really wasn’t about optimism. You were simply tired of having that misfortune interfere with your life so much—at least your mind and emotions should be free from it for a little while. 
But there would come times like these when things got a little too overwhelming, and one simple question like the one Dr. Kim just asked could make the tightly shut dam burst inside you. 
It didn’t even occur to you that your eyes had welled up with tears until something wet hit the back of your hand. 
You were about to wipe it away when a bigger, warmer hand covered it, wrapping around your hand. You looked up and found Dr. Kim staring at you, lips parted as if he had a thousand things to say, but the words wouldn’t come. It was like that day when you first met him. 
The car had come to a still, the red colour of the traffic light reflecting a shade of red on his cheek. The radio wasn’t on, so all that could be heard was the sound of the engine running and your poor attempts to muffle your sniffling. 
“I’m sorry,” he said, and you didn’t understand why the sorrow in your eyes were mirrored in his own. You were a complete stranger to him—why should he care so much about a random girl who was crying in his car? It made no sense.
And yet, his hand was holding on to yours, squeezing it tightly like he had no intention of letting go. He ran his thumb over yours in a repeated motion, and the simple touch eased the tightness in your chest just a little, making you slowly lose the urge to fight your tears. 
“If it will make you feel better, tell me. Talk to me. I’m here to listen.”
Was this simple kindness? A gesture he would extend to anyone whom he found crying? Or was it something else? 
“I’m fine.” The practised line left you easily as you had rehearsed so many times over the years. But today, your performance was betrayed by the shakiness in your voice and the fresh tears flowing down your cheeks. No matter how many times you wiped them away, they wouldn’t stop. “It’s just... my wrist. It hurts.”
There was a beat of silence when the light turned green and the car began to move. “I see,” Dr. Kim said, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
“Then I should quickly get you to the hospital.” 
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Just as you feared, there was a hairline fracture on your wrist, which could take up to two months to heal… This was going to seriously mess up your plans. At least there was no concussion, so you didn’t have to be admitted. All they had to do was wrap your arm in a cast and then you were good to go. 
It was around eight in the evening by the time you were done, and it was quiet on the drive back home. Neither of you had said much after you cried in his car earlier, and now the silence felt awkward. 
Forcing yourself to break it first, you said, “Thanks for bringing me here. Sorry that it took up a lot of your time.” 
“It’s no problem. I don’t have much to do anyway.” His reply was leisurely, as if nothing had just happened and this was a normal conversation on a regular day. 
“Really? Then what do you do on your off days, Dr. Kim?” 
“Please, call me Taehee.” 
“Oh… okay. Taehee. You can call me by my first name too.” 
He said your name once, experimentally. And you liked how it rolled off his tongue in that smooth, deep voice of his. 
“As for your question… I clean the house, make some coffee… maybe go for a walk. I don’t do a lot of things.”
“Sounds… normal,” you remarked.
“What about you?” he asked. “What do you work as?”
“I’m... supposed to start work at this florist shop while taking classes at a florist school. It’s all supposed to start in two weeks, but now that this happened…” Your face fell at the reminder that you’d have to figure something out, now that your hand was in this state. The cast was an unwanted weight on your hand, and it felt uncomfortable resting against your abdomen. 
“A florist?” You heard Taehee chuckle beneath his breath, and the sound stung more than you thought it would. It was the same reaction your mother had given when you told her this was your dream job. You still remembered that conversation—the harsh words she had thrown at you for choosing a job that wouldn’t earn you a lot of money, for avoiding the modelling career that she had “taken pains” to bring you into. 
You waited for a mocking line. A condescending “Why?” from him. He was a doctor after all, working a comfortable, well-paying job in a clinic. Most people reacted the same way, telling you it was a waste to pick this path, or smiling and saying, “It’s good that you’re pursuing your dreams,” in a tone that really meant the opposite. 
But to your surprise, Taehee didn’t react the same way as all those people. No harsh words, no subtle jabs, no mocking or pitiful smile. 
“It’s very like you,” was all he said, sincerity in every inch of his smile  as he turned to briefly meet your gaze.
The approval and respect in his eyes wasn’t something you ever expected to see from anyone. 
“...Are you alright?” he asked after a moment when you didn’t say anything in reply, only keeping oddly quiet in your seat with your face cast downward. 
“Yeah,” you answered, smiling as a tear slipped past your lips. “I’m feeling just fine.” 
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just my luck: chapter 4
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader 
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 (AO3)
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Chapter 4 preview
This was the fourth day since Taehee had seen her. She was supposed to come to the clinic the day before, but she had called the clinic to say that she couldn’t make it since she was still feeling a bit under the weather. Instead, she requested to come today.
So for the whole day since work started, he had been driving himself mad from constantly wondering when she would come. The wait involved an assortment of activities: drumming his fingers on the table surface, tapping his foot on the floor, pacing up and down his office in between patient consultations, coupled with sighs pouring out of his mouth.
Of course, he hadn’t made good on his promise to move out — Biho and Hansol did an exceptional job of convincing him afterwards that he would scare her if he suddenly showed up as her neighbour with no warning.
With no options left but to wait for her to show up at the clinic, Taehee thought he might go mad from thinking about her over the past couple of days, yearning to see her again. It was quite the change from before: thoughts about her would have his heart tightening in his chest, and he would shrug it off, distracting himself with thoughts about work or what meal he would cook next.
But now, things were different. She was here, in the flesh, alive and breathing and well. Maybe not well, exactly, given that she had basically fainted when she first came to see him, but that aside, she was here, in the same time and space as he was. He couldn't stop replaying their encounter from a few days ago even if he tried. It was just incredibly hard to believe, even for an immortal being like him. And that gave him hope that maybe things could go back to the way they were before: that she would remember him and pick up where they had left off, with him proposing to her and them spending the rest of their lives together—the way things should have been back then, if everything had gone as planned.
Of course, he knew these were nothing more than fanciful wishes. She didn’t know him, didn’t remember anything from her past life, and he didn’t know if he could get her to fall in love with him again. Still, the hope burned within him. Made every nerve in his body tingle at the thought of her and what could be.
He had become greedy, wishing for the impossible. Or maybe it wasn't impossible. The chances were slim, but he would try. Perhaps not by moving in as her neighbour, but in other ways.
Right then, he heard two knocks on his office door before it opened. Taehee promptly forgot to breathe when he looked up and spotted the face that had consumed his mind for the past few days.
She walked in, looking hesitant as she muttered a greeting and shyly averted his gaze. And just like that, the nervousness that had been building in his body like a taut rope relaxed. The tension dissipated, the uncertainty cleared, and his lips tugged upwards into a smile that met his eyes.
It seemed impossible right now, seeing as they were starting off as strangers in this life. But this was good enough for him. There was only one thing he could do from here: make her fall for him again.
After all, if he could do it once before, he could surely manage it a second time.
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just my luck: chapter 11
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader
|| Chapter 11: Two truths, one lie ||
Spoiler alert: Enjoy the kiss? 
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It happened so long ago that you couldn’t remember much of it, save for tidbits of information you got from your relatives.
You were probably seven years old back then. You had gone out with your father, though you couldn’t recall what for. Maybe you had been bored and he had decided to bring you out to play. Or maybe it had been to shop for a gift for your mother. 
Whatever it was, you never managed to do it. You remembered a loud, blaring honk, and a sharp pain in your chest when your body snapped forward at the harsh jerk of the car. There was the sound of a deafening crash and of breaking glass, and that was the last thing you remembered of that ordeal. 
By the time you came to in the hospital, you no longer had a father. 
The relatives who came to the funeral had various things to say. Some of them pitied you, crying and holding you in their arms as if that could comfort you. Others—mainly from your father’s side of the family—didn’t say a word. They had cried, but hadn’t been particularly warm to you. You had thought that the cold, accusatory glares you received were your imagination, but looking back, they probably did blame you. They had always known about your bad luck since you were young, and it was a convenient thing to blame when they were grieving. 
“It’s her fault he died. She’s a curse.” Those were the words from your aunt when she had visited one day, while talking to your mother in the living room. You had overheard by chance, but the words didn’t affect you since you barely even knew your aunt. 
What did hurt was the fact that your mother didn’t say anything to refute those words. You had waited by your bedroom door, straining to hear something—anything—from the only person who should still have been on your side, even if everyone else blamed you.
Her silence that day had cut deeper than any words could have.
The unwanted memories were now bubbling to the surface as you watched Taehee sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed. There were bandages around his head, arms and legs. 
The doctor had said that by some miracle his life wasn’t in any danger, despite the hard hit to his head from the fan and when he crashed to the ground. The only serious injury was the long gash on the back of his head where the blade of the fan had cut through, and that had required twenty-six stitches. Other than that, there were minor scratches, cuts and bruises all over his body. 
The doctor said it probably wouldn’t be long till Taehee woke up, but it had been five hours since he’d been stitched up and still there was no sign of him stirring. 
Your eyes lingered on his hand that was dangling off the side of the bed. Without much thought you moved towards him, reaching out to place his hand to rest on his abdomen instead. 
“Are you okay?” 
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just my luck: chapter 10
Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader 
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Work started a week later. Taehee was right; it was simple data entry work, and the staff at the clinic were nice enough to help you out when you were unsure of anything or when they saw you struggling with your one hand. The pay was pretty good too, for your part-time replacement. Everything was going great, for once.
But then, somehow it didn’t occur to you that working at Taehee’s clinic meant that you’d basically be seeing him 24/7. Granted, he was usually in his office while you were in the staff admin room, but lunch was pretty much always with him. He never failed to knock on the door at precisely noon to ask if you wanted to have lunch together. Sometimes it would be a simple snack at the convenience store if either of you were in a rush to finish some work, but usually it was at a cafe or you’d order some takeout and then find someplace to sit down and eat together.
Taehee was a foodie, which didn’t come as a surprise considering how great he was at cooking. He had a good palate, and introduced you to many good places around the neighbourhood. Exploring the area was nice, but your mouth tasted bitter whenever you looked in the direction of your apartment building. Sometimes you’d get glimpses of the charred walls and the conspicuous yellow tape at the entrance, and then your mind would wander off to the landlady and wonder how she was doing after that horrible fire.
Apparently, you did it again today. You were at a cafe with Taehee, and you didn’t realise that your eyes kept straying towards the window on your left where the apartment building could be seen in the distance, until Taehee spoke up.
“Don’t worry. I checked up on your landlady a while back. She’s currently staying with her son.” His voice brought you out of your reverie, and you paused just as your teeth were about to sink into your sandwich.
“You did? How did you…”
“You were worried about her, right? You mentioned her a few times before.”
“Oh…” He was more perceptive than you gave him credit for. Still though, to think he had gone out of his way to find her and make sure she was alright…
“Thanks for doing that.” You didn’t know what else to say. Lately, it felt like the only thing you could say to him.
“It was nothing,” he said with a smile, as he usually did.
“You’re always helping me,” you murmured. Your lips were pressed together, as if unsure if it was okay to smile as freely as him.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not,” you protested, “I’m just… worried that I’m depending on you so much.” He wouldn’t be here forever, after all. Somewhere down the line, something catastrophic would happen, and then he would leave you. It was a cycle that repeated no matter who remained by your side, no matter how determined they were to stay. And his absence would only feel more painful if you got too used to him being here.
“Don’t worry. I’m not expecting you to reciprocate my feelings.”
His unexpected words had you frowning in confusion when you looked up. “What?”
“These are just things I want to do for you,” Taehee continued, the smile on his face slipping despite his attempts to maintain it. “And I’m glad that you’re letting me do this much.”
It wasn’t about that. It really wasn’t. Still, somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to clarify it.
The rest of that lunch continued in silence.
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