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[1:39am] You and Sunwoo finally hung up at midnight with the promise to go to sleep, but several memes and videos later you somehow found yourselves still texting for another hour and a half.

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[honeycobie]

Hesitant

Sunwoo x female reader, fluff

requested by: anon (thank you for requesting!)

warning: mentions of miscarriage 

a/n: he looks so cute in this gif 🥺 i’ve been having writer’s block pretty frequently and it’s infuriating because  when i want to write, i have like zero ideas. anyways i hope you enjoy this fic and as always, have a lovely week!

Sunwoo carries a bag of takeout as he enters the daycare, about to push the door of your classroom open but freezes when he notices you crouched down, comforting a crying child. Sunwoo’s heart warms as he watches from a distance, smiling at the way you speak reassuringly, your hands gently brushing away the child’s tears. 

The scene is interrupted as a panicked woman runs in, apologizing profusely as she hugs her son, comforting him. 

“I ran into some traffic so I couldn’t come on time but thank you for looking after him” The mother smiles, looking slightly disheveled.

“It was nothing, I had a lot of fun with Minjun.” You smile shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

She thanks you once more, bidding goodbye before leading Minjun out the door, promising him ice cream for making him wait.

You stretch, exhaustion settling on you like a blanket after five hours of teaching and taking care of rambunctious preschoolers. Conscious of someone’s gaze, you look up, a bright smile stretching across your features when you notice your boyfriend standing there. 

Setting the food down on the nearest table, he giggles at the way you spread your arms out for a hug, a childish pout on your face.

Sunwoo squeezes you into a bear hug, his hand running up and down your back soothingly. 

“I missed you.” You mutter, your words slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “It’s only been five hours, woman.” He teases, pulling back to mess your hair affectionately. 

Distangling from his arms, you frown, reaching up to fix your hair. “Just say you miss me too, you dork.” 

Sunwoo sticks his tongue out at you, making a silly face. “Never.”

You turn your back on him, moving to lift the takeout boxes out of the bag. Opening the boxes, a smile automatically forms on your face when the inviting aroma hits your nose. 

“Let’s just eat.”

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Feeling satisfied with your tummy full, you and Sunwoo walk down the street hand in hand, basking in the warmth of the sun. 

“Should we get iced coffee?” You muse, swinging your interlocked hands back and forth as you stroll leisurely, smiling as you admire the way the leaves are dappled with sunlight.

Sunwoo agrees, and you end up seated at a table in a cozy cafe while he orders for the both of you. 

Grabbing both of the drinks, he walks over to the table, noticing that you seem to be staring at something. Following your line of sight, he notices a baby cutely smiling and giggling at you. Grinning, he sits down, handing you your beverage.

“Isn’t she so cute~” You coo, accepting your drink from him with a grateful smile before taking a sip.

“Definitely.” He admits, his cool demeanor melting away as he continues watching the baby flail her limbs around and chortle loudly. 

Turning your gaze back on him, you sneakily take a picture of him, his head propped on his hand as Sunwoo smiles softly at the baby. You simply cannot resist how cute he looks in this moment, your face flushing as you admire his side profile. 

“Wouldn’t it be amazing if we had a baby too?” You murmur, mimicking Sunwoo’s pose, cupping your face with your hand.

Startled, Sunwoo turns his attention back to you. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t you want kids when you’re older?” You question, curious as to why he reacted like so.

Running a hand through his hair, he licks his lips nervously. “It’s not that I don’t like kids, it’s just that I’m not ready to become a father.” He says quietly, watching you closely.

Although you don’t say anything, you seem disappointed and a silence descends upon the two of you before you stand up to discard the trash.

“Let’s go.” 

Sunwoo knows that you love children, hence why you chose to be a daycare teacher. He wasn’t being entirely truthful during the conversation about having kids. Although he did not feel ready to carry the responsibility to be a dad, Sunwoo was more afraid of the pain and emotional obstacles you had to go through during the pregnancy, and he knew that there was a risk of miscarriage. He did not want to see you suffer in that state, only because he cherishes you a lot.

»»————-　　————-«« »»————-　　————-««

After that, you never brought up the topic of having children again, and although he feels guilty, Sunwoo can’t help but feel a tinge of relief. 

»»————-　　————-«« »»————-　　————-««

Two weeks later, Sunwoo pushes open the door of the daycare, his daily routine of picking up lunch for you. 

Peeking into your classroom, he notices a familiar child with you, looking up at you with serious doe eyes as he talks. Sunwoo can’t help but catch some of your conversation, and although he feels like he’s eavesdropping, Sunwoo’s curiosity eventually wins over, and he presses his ear to the door to hear better.

“Miss (L/n), do you have kids at home?” Minjun asks, nothing but innocence etched on his features.

Your hands hesitate briefly before continuing to clean up the classroom, replying with, “No, Minjun, I don’t have any kids.”

“Then...have you ever thought of having kids?” He queries, swinging his legs idly as he sits on a desk.

“Of course I have. I don’t think...I just don’t think I’m ready yet.” No matter how hard you try to sound cheerful, your voice comes out shaky and disheartened. 

Sunwoo frowns after hearing your response. You had always wanted kids so why did your answer change?

Before he can enter your classroom, Minjun’s mom hurries in and picks him up,  asking her son about his day on their way out.

Sunwoo gazes after them, imagining you with their son. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he pushes the door to your classroom open and eats lunch with you, cracking jokes and pretending that he hasn’t overheard your conversation with Minjun. 

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As a commercial plays during your binge-watching of your favourite show, Sunwoo decides to tell you the truth.

Mustering his courage, he takes a deep breath before turning towards you, holding both your hands in his. “I have something important to say.” 

Sensing the seriousness of the topic, you give him your full attention. “What is it?” You ask, wide-eyed. 

“Listen, I overheard your conversation with Minjun...” He bites his lip, wondering if it was the right choice to be so straightforward.

You withdraw your hands and place them in your lap, suddenly unable to look at him. Sunwoo lets out a sigh, and tilts your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“I’m not going to sugarcoat things okay? It’s not because I’m not ready to be a father, it’s because of other things like miscarriage and I love you too much to see you in that state.” He says, his voice gentle.

When you don’t respond, he continues, “My friend’s sister recently had a miscarriage and it scared me because of the toll on her. She wouldn’t eat or say anything, and she would just cry and lock herself in her bedroom. I’m hesitant because I don’t want to risk that happening to you.” 

You exhale softly. “Thanks for telling me baby.”

Sunwoo feels as if a weight has been lifted off his chest. “I’m sorry.”

You frown, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “For what?”

“I know you’ve always wanted kids and although I’ll need some time and my answer might still stay the same in the future, I hope you understand. I should’ve told you earlier as well.” 

You give him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. I’m glad you ended up telling me the truth through.”

Ending the conversation, you reach over and pinch his cheek, grinning cheekily. “How about we watch a movie?”

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Sunwoo complains as he swats your hand away, glaring at you playfully. “I’m picking it then.” He snatches the remote out of your hand, ignoring your protests.

“It better be a good movie.” You grumble, crossing your arms.

Chuckling, he leans forward, giving you a kiss on the forehead as an apology. Although you give him an exasperated look, you and Sunwoo both know that you adore him with all your heart. And he does too.

Even if it may sound cheesy, Sunwoo was home to you.

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[yinxiong]

tonight, we’re catching fire

muse: lee juyeon x reader (2nd person perspective)

genre: revolution! au, angst + fluff

word count: 1315

warnings: none

summary: what kind of revolution had room for love?

notes: should be self explanatory, but this was inspired by tbz’s reveal (catching fire) performance bc i am so fucking gone for it !!! also lowkey inspired by this post here lol . hope y’all enjoy <3

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“It’s almost time,” Juyeon whispers the moment you two meet in the middle of the dance floor. His face is hidden behind a beautiful mask of midnight, the black velvet decorated with glossy raven feathers and golden thread that matched the trim on his costume. You had spent days on the entire ensemble, making sure he would blend in with the aristocrats seamlessly, though looking at his bedazzled figure now you wonder if you had done your job a little too well (your quickening heart certainly thinks so). Grateful for your own mask to hide the rising blush in your cheeks, you nod, curtsying briefly before taking the outstretched hand he offers.

“I know,” you reply, settling your fingers on his upper arm as he slides his own around your waist, pulling you close. The hand that holds yours gives a light squeeze, and at the start of the violins, the two of you are gliding away in a flawless waltz, one taught by Changmin and practiced every night for the past month. “I’ve been watching the clock.”

Hanging on the far side of the ballroom, the giant golden disc in question glimmers idly, its hands moving tortuously slow on its journey to midnight. You and Juyeon have been waiting hours for that final strike, the cadence that signaled the end of a day and the start of another. Somewhere in the castle, the other Phantoms were waiting for it too— the strike that will determine the fate of the world.

Yet a part of you wishes it would never come. A selfish desire, considering all the work and planning everyone had put into tonight, to ensure that not a single thing would go wrong. There were lives at stake, after all. Except it really hadn’t occurred to you until now— spinning around a room that sparkled as if it were from a dream, held so delicately by Juyeon like you were a pair of noble lovers who didn’t have sharpened blades hidden within your gilded clothing, didn’t have a mission sitting heavy on your shoulders— that maybe you wanted this moment to last.

“What’s on your mind?” His voice is soft in your ear, a lyrical lilt that blends right into the orchestra playing in the distance. It’s familiar, one you have come to know like a dear friend over the years of working together, and right now it has never felt more comforting. Taking a breath, you allow yourself to relax a bit, to enjoy this dance that neither of you were actually invited to in the first place.

“Truthfully?”

“Truthfully.”

“Well, besides the dread that I might mess up and cause the entire mission to fail,” you laugh deprecatingly just before he twirls you, “I’m wondering how I managed to make you look so good.”

When you return to his arms, you find yourself pressed flush against his chest, his gaze peering curiously into your own through that mask so rudely concealing his flawless features. His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of how close your faces are. “How do you mean that?”

“I— I’m admiring how well your costume turned out,” you manage, hoping your painfully red cheeks aren’t too evident beneath the glow of chandeliers.

“And not the person wearing it?” There’s a gleam in his eyes, one you haven’t encountered before. While you felt unnerved, something about it made him even more endearing. Made you want to cross the borders you hadn’t ever dared cross.

Scoffing, you reach up and flick him in the forehead. “I didn’t realize you were such a narcissist, Juyeon. Maybe you should’ve been born a prince after all.”

He smirks, “Well, that might become reality soon enough.”

It was thrilling, talking about the downfall of the royal family in their very own ballroom. Their lavish lifestyles and selfish rule were heard of by many across the kingdom, but known most of all by those that worked in the palace. After years of witnessing their incompetence to save or even care about the dying country, a number of you finally decided that it was time to end their reign. With the help of some nobles like Changmin and Sunwoo, the band crafted an elaborate plan to expose the royal family’s crimes and steal the crown, to be carried out over the period of a year. The months had passed by quickly, and soon the preparations were finished. But your jobs weren’t complete yet— even if the people were now festering with anger, the fuse that would spark everything was still unlit.

And time was running out.

“For the record, you should have more confidence in yourself.” Juyeon is still staring down at you when you come back to your senses, hands falling to rest on your waist as you slowly sway to the final measures of the song. “Everything is going to go well, you’re not going to mess anything up.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And why should I believe that?”

He bites his lip, nervous for a reason you cannot decipher. “Because you have me?”

“And you’re enough?”

“I mean, I should hope so.”

The violins have faded and everyone around you is bustling to join in on the next dance, but neither of you dare move, suspended in your own little bubble at the edge of the ballroom.

“You know,” he says, breath soft on yours, “You look really good in your dress too.”

“Sunwoo is watching,” you blurt dumbly, as if the duke’s son could do anything to stop the two of you right now. Juyeon pauses, eyes falling to your mouth. “I don’t care,” he declares, and before you know it his lips are warm against yours, gentle and sweet and tasting like the strawberry champagne you had passed off to him earlier.

Not once has it ever crossed your mind that something in this world could be described as perfect, because your entire life has been full of flaws up until now. But then Juyeon tilts his head for a better angle and curls his fingers into your hair and you might just pass out from how utterly right this feels. When you tug at his bottom lip, he lets out a soft moan, and that’s all it takes for you to cup his face and press closer, closer so there’s no longer a distance between that leaves your heart wrenching.

You don’t want this to end, you don’t want him to pull away, you don’t want to return to the quiet stares and awkward smiles and unfulfilled longing. Both of you have been wanting this for a while now, you realize with a jolt, and at once you kiss him harder.

Unfortunately, even the sweetest of dreams will cease, come morning.

“It’s time,” you whisper the moment you two separate. Juyeon’s eyes look pained, with a hint of regret, and you almost kiss him again. However, you both know there are far more pressing matters at hand.

There are five minutes until the clock strikes midnight. Five minutes for you to move into position. Five minutes before the country gets completely turned on its head.

Juyeon grasps your hands once more, lacing your fingers together as he memorizes your eyes. “We’re going to come out of this alive, alright?”

You nod, not daring to show any weakness in your final moments together. “Of course. Who else would wear the crown other than you?”

He laughs, pure and bright. It’s enough to light up the sky, you’re certain.

“Ready to catch fire?”

The revolution was starting. Tomorrow, the king will be no longer. Tomorrow, your blade will be stained with blood.

“I have always been ready.”

Tonight, the world will be covered in flames.

“Then let’s go reveal the true king.”

And when the day breaks, Juyeon will still be standing by your side.

-

fin.

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[staytheb]

Scenery

Pairing: SF9′s Youngbin x OC [Seul] || TBZ’s Sangyeon x OC [Yeon] ] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,453 Summary: Seul and Yeon are having a female-only bonding time before attending to their respective bosses after the outing.

Warning: none... i’m pretty sure.

hello! it’s been awhile hasn’t it? had writer’s block but eventually found some inspiration and came up with this. anyways, this is the Office Life with Yeon and Seul which i’ll make a separate post soon as it’ll get crowded later if i continued writing for these pairs lol but yeah, i think that’s about it. so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Yeon held a large leaf in hand whereas Seul held the clear umbrella over them with one hand as the sisters looked at one another with smiles on their faces to which they posed for the so-called candid shot in request of their mother and soon-to-be stepmother.

"Ooh, lovely, girls!"

Narae exclaimed as she proudly took the picture of her two daughters before looking over at her ex-husband's fiancee.

"Don't you think, Sanghee?"

"Yes, Narae. They're quite lovely."

Sanghee then glanced at Jangmi in her arms.

"Right, Jangmi? Mommy and Auntie Yeonnie looked pretty, huh?"

"Pretty! Pretty!" Jangmi cooed with a laugh as Sanghee continued speaking.

"That's right. You can't tell that they were annoyed with us at all throughout the day."

Jangmi agreed with a happy-go-lucky attitude as the older women chuckled leaving the younger two to eyed them a bit annoyed. Of course Jangmi had no clue what was going on besides knowing that she was having a grand time.

"Obviously." Yeon curtly responded while fingering the plant between her index finger and thumb before handing it to Jangmi.

"When y'all wanted to talk about the future of our soon-to-siblings, I didn't expect to be out here at Dream Forest having a grandmother-mother-daughter-granddaughter-auntie-niece whatever bonding time."

"Yeah," Seul agreed while handing the clear umbrella to her daughter as Sanghee set her down as the little one ran about them.

"Although I don't really mind, but we haven't even talked much. Just sight-seeing."

"If we did that, then we knew that Yeon wouldn't come." Sanghee explained with a knowing look.

"Um, yeah."

Yeon shot them a pointed look.

"I wouldn't even be wearing this dress if it was my choice."

"But you look so beautiful, my daughter." Narae cooed. "I can't imagine how you'll look at the wedding for Sanghee and Kisuk soon."

"Or for yours and Yongin." Sanghee added with a similar attitude.

Both women gushed at the idea of their weddings, but also that the other three would be a part of it. Yeon's face scrunched at both possibilities being very likely soon as Seul shoulder her with a mischievous look.

"Yeah, two events where you'll have to be all dressed up."

"Ugh. Don't remind me. I still have to go dress shopping for Sanghee's engagement party."

"Yeah, you still have several weeks before then." Sanghee smiled as Yeon sighed tiredly.

"But I still have to get dressed up."

"Oh, you'll live." Narae told her eldest daughter before taking another photo with a grin.

Narae took a few more of her  granddaughter.

"No wonder you get that from her." Yeon remarked to Seul as the younger sister chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways," Seul changed the topic, "What else is on the agenda for today?"

"Nothing really." Narae answered with Sanghee nodding.

"Yeah. We mainly just wanted to get away for a few hours."

"Seriously?"

Yeon was not amused.

"We could've gone literally anywhere outside of Seoul for a better scene."

"Well, technically, it was more for the two of you then us." Narae explained with a sheepish look. "Sanghee mentioned some incidents at work and we both agreed that the two of you needed some relaxation in your schedule."

Sanghee held up a hand in her defense.

"To be truthful, it was just our idea. Kisuk is still unaware that the two of you work at EDAM since the both of you have applied under an alias."

"Okay, but y'all still could've just told us that, too." Seul said with a firm tone. "It's not like we're three."

"That's quite true." Narae agreed before shooting her daughters a knowing look. "But the same goes for the two of you when applying for a job outside either family's workplaces. You could've just rejected the positions we had aligned for you."

"Nah, Dad would've forced us either way."

Seul remarked as Sanghee nodded knowing that was the truth.

"Yes, that's true. Kisuk seems like the type."

Narae changed the subject a second later.

"Yes, he very much is. Anyways, let's get lunch on our way back home. Jangmi you're hungry, right?"

"Yeah! Food! Let's go!"

Jangmi charged on ahead as the umbrella and leaf in each hand moved about her in motion while the quartet followed suit with smiles on their faces. The quintet enjoyed a nice meal at a nearby restaurant while discussing Sanghee's engagement party as well as the future of the newborns. After that both Narae and Sanghee went about their own day leaving the trio to return home after stopping by a bakery along the day.

"Can Auntie have some of your milk bread?"

Yeon asked her niece while placing her hand near the said dessert.

"No."

Jangmi declined with a giggle as she moved the treat away from Yeon's reach.

"Are you three, too?"

Seul questioned her sister with Yeon frowning.

"Um, yeah I am because that was mine before your daughter wanted to trade because she didn't like the mango yogurt."

"Then you should've just ordered her the same thing than let her decide."

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted Jangmi to decide for herself since she liked how the drink looked."

Yeon went back to eating the yogurt while watching her niece happily tear apart the milk bun. Seul scoffed with a knowing smile.

"Sucks for you."

Yeon ignored her as Seul answered a call that came shortly after.

"Hello?"

Seul immediately muted the call while facing her sister.

"Um, it's my boss. I'll be back."

Seul patted her daughter's head.

"Mommy got a call, okay. Be good for Auntie Yeonnie, okay?"

"Otay!"

Jangmi responded cheerfully as Seul cast the two a smile before standing and walking out of the shop. Yeon watched her sister before facing her niece.

"If auntie buys another one, then you won't take that one, right?"

"No."

Jangmi giggled while chewing a piece of the condensed milk bread as Yeon knew that her niece was lying, but smiled anyways.

"Hey," Came Seul's voice as she returned, "I have to run some errands for my boss. Will you be able to watch Jangmi alone?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Do what you gotta do." Yeon told her sister.

"Thanks."

Seul patted her daughter's head.

"Mommy gotta work. Be good for Auntie Yeonnie until I'm done. Okay?"

"Otay. Love you."

Jangmi puckered her lips as Seul leaned closer for a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, and Mommy loves you, too."

Seul returned the same gestured before leaving with the umbrella that Yeon handed to her.

"Okay, so it's just you and me, MiMi. What do you wanna do after this?"

~~~~~~~

"Thank you for taking care of this errand on short notice, Ms. Lee. I really appreciate it."

Youngbin thanked Seul with a grateful smile as she brought him the Milkis cake from Tous Les Jours for a business function at the Four Seasons Hotel. He noticed her attire with a slight frown as the pair met at the front desk.

"I didn't pull you away from a previous engagement, did I? You didn't get caught in the rain either, I hope."

Seul shook her head.

"Oh, no. You didn't and the rain was very light out, but you're welcome, Mr. Kim. Luckily, I was nearby after an outing with family."

She vaguely informed him as she knew that Youkyoung was supposed to have ordered the cake and have it deliver beforehand, but no order was made and it left Seul to scramble at the last minute on her boss' behalf. Youngbin was unable to get a hold of his secretary as well.

"Oh, okay. That's good to hear."

Seul cast him a small smile.

"Will there be anything else, Mr. Kim?"

"No. I should be fine now. Thank you, Ms. Lee."

He looked about him before returning his gaze onto his personal assistant.

"Hopefully Ms. Seo will arrive and I won't have to bother you too much."

"Well, I am your personal assistant and it is my job to take care of errands and other miscellaneous things that Ms. Seo is unable to."

"Yes, very true. Well, Ms. Lee, have a wonderful evening."

"And the same to you, Mr. Kim."

Seul cast him one more polite smile before turning away. Her attention soon drifted to another part of the lobby upon recalling Sanghee wanted to have her engagement here at the same hotel. The hall was large and consisted of an indoor pool along with an amazing view. This piqued Seul's curiosity as she entered.

"Wow, this is really pretty."

She said to no one in particular as she moved closer to view the outside better, but avoided being close to the pool itself as she didn't have spare clothes to change into if she did get fully wet.

"No wonder Sanghee wants her party here. This will definitely be beautiful at night."

There were other guests of the hotel and of the business function scattered about in the room as well.

"Whoa, Yiseul Park, is that you I see looking so lovely right now?" Dawon said with a surprised teasing tone in seeing his friend and fellow colleague.

"What are you doing here?"

Seul turned and made a face at him using her real name.

"It's Seul Lee, remember?"

"Oh, right. Work-related. You and Yeon both. My bad."

Dawon chuckled as he neared.

"I thought you were on a family outing. Why are you working?"

"Youkyoung didn't bring the cake for your boss and I had to do it."

"He's your boss, too."

"Mmhmm. Anyways, why are you wandering around? Shouldn't you be mingling with the others and assisting Mr. Kim and what not?"

"The talk gets boring over the years and they have really long speeches that really makes no sense to which I don't have to listen in on as that's Youngbin's job. Anyways, I'm also trying to avoid a certain someone at the moment and do not want to meet their boss. By the way, you looked good in that dress."

"Thanks. You're not so shabby in your own get-up."

Dawon made a face.

"It's gets stuffy at times, but I can't wait until this is over and I could get out of this."

Just as Seul was gonna comment she was suddenly bumped from behind and stumbled into the pool.

"Yiseul!" Dawon called for her while turning to face the person that caused it.

"Seriously, Yuri?"

"It was an accident. It's not like I purposely did it."

Yuri countered. She was the person he was trying to avoid

"Right and the fact that you didn't  fall in either."

"I righted myself before I could."

Dawon ignored her.

"Yiseul!"

Seul resurfaced as she tread water to stay afloat while making sure all of her belongings didn't float away. Dawon called his friend's name and she waddle on over to him.

"I got you."

Seul reached for Dawon's outstretched hand as he pulled her closer to the edge of the pool. She coughed up the water as she breathed in air until her breathing returned to normal.

"What just happened?"

She looked at her friend as he motioned with his head towards Yuri.

"She happened."

"Who's she?"

"The one I mentioned earlier."

"I see."

Before Dawon could help Seul get out of the pool, Yuri pulled him away.

"C'mon. My boss is looking for you."

"Let go. I have other things to worry about."

"But she wants y-"

"I don't care."

"Dawon. It's fine. Just go before something else happens."

Seul told him as she managed to lift herself out of the pool and sat beside it.

"But-"

"I'm fine. Really."

"See, she's fine."

Dawon's jaw tightened as he looked at his friend. Seul gave him a nod that she was fine.

"C'mon, Dawon, let's go."

Yuri urged as she continued to pull on Dawon's arm. He shook her hold off of him with an annoyed look while casting his friend a worried look.

"Just call or message me when you get home. Okay?"

"I will."

"Alright, then. Take care."

"You, too."

Dawon cast Seul another concerned look before turning around and walking off. Yuri followed after him and tried to hold his hand, but he shook her hand away. Seul sighed wondering if the other woman thought she was competition, but recalled that she was the younger sister of Yuna. Seul scoffed at the idea that Yuri still clung to Dawn even after school when she knew that he would never like her back like that. Seul dismissed the thought as she wrung out her hair and dress with an even deeper sigh. Despite the whole dress being white she was glad that it wasn't see-through. She needed to dry off soon before returning home. Just as she stood up and had turned around, Youngbin was there with a towel for her.

"Are you cold?"

She eyed him weirdly not taking the towel.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Not that long."

He continued to hold the towel for her to take. She tentatively took it.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

She placed it around her shoulders and noticed that he was still standing with her with no cake in hand.

"Shouldn't you get to the event?"

"Just some speeches going on that I just have to make sure to check in every now and then."

"Mmhmm. Well, thanks again. Where do I return the towel?"

Seul had removed the towel from around her as she used it to dry off the rest of her.

"Oh, they have a hamper at the changing room over there."

Youngbin pointed to the other side of the room that had a small area that disappeared around the corner.

"Okay, thanks."

Seul was about to walk off, but Youngbin stopped her.

"Hey, wait."

She watched as her boss began removing his suit jacket.

"Um, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but instead draped the fabric over her shoulders. He cast her a cheeky smile as he secure the jacket upon her.

"You can return it the next time you see me."

"Bu-"

"Sorry, gotta go. It's in your care for the time being."

Youngbin rushed off with a playful smile as Seul was left staring after him with furrowed eyebrows. She sighed, but nuzzled into the warm clothing.

"He's so weird. I'll see him the day after tomorrow."

Seul didn't ponder on it for long as she returned the towel, made a call to her sister using the front desk's phone, and drove to meet them as Jangmi wanted to go shopping.

~~~~~~~

"Okay, MiMi. Mommy needs new clothes. Let's find her some."

Yeon informed her niece once they were on the fourth floor of the Shinsegae Department Store and had entered Lucky Chouette.

"Why?"

Jangmi asked while holding her aunt's hand as Yeon lead the both of them around.

"Something happened when she left. Let's pick something Mommy would like."

"Otay!"

Yeon received the call from Seul after she had explained what had occurred. Yeon thought it was stupid on how that played out, but told her sister that she was lucky she was in Myeongdong. Now here she was looking for something that Seul could wear for the mean time until they all got home. Yeon remembered her niece still had the plant from earlier and wondered why she hadn't tossed it.

"Jangmi. Why are you still holding the plant?"

"Because it's nice."

"I know, but it's becoming dried up. Let's toss it, yeah?"

"No. Auntie gave it to me."

"I know, but it'll ruin the other things here."

Jangmi frowned.

"But, it's so pretty."

Yeon reasoned with the child.

"Nex time, Auntie will give you something else, okay?"

Jangmi beamed as she handed her aunt the plant.

"Otay. Promise."

"Thank you and yes."

Jangmi giggled as she wandered a bit to choose something for her mother to wear as Yeon sighed with a smile. She knew her niece liked the piece of nature, but she really didn't want the toddler to spread it throughout the store and cause the staff to be inconvenienced. Yeon placed the plant inside her bag before focusing her attention on something for Seul to wear. Yeon had chosen a few pieces of clothing when she heard her niece called for her.

"Yes, MiMi?"

Yeon glanced at Jangmi and noticed that a little boy was with her. She kneel to be at eye-level with a concerned look.

"Hi. Jangmi, who's your friend?"

"This is Howon. He lost his uncle."

She introduced the other toddler as Howon held back tears, but still sniffled.

"Oh. Well, hi, Howon."

She glanced about her and wondered if the boy's uncle was still in the store or something. Yeon stood again to scout for the boy's uncle, but there were only other females walking about. She kneel to Howon's eye-level again.

"Um, where was the last time you saw your uncle?"

"I don't know."

The boy replied and Yeon wondered how she was supposed to find his family member.

"Okay. Let's go to the front and see if we can find your uncle, Howon."

Yeon decided to head to the front to purchase the clothes while informing the staff of what had occurred. Just when Yeon was informing the boy of his new situation, Howon became upset. In the end she left her contact with the staff while Yeoon took both children to Vecchia e Nuovo which was a restaurant and bakery on the same floor as Lucky Chouette. Both children were hungry and Yeon thought it would be better if they were still in the same area for the uncle to find his nephew. After ordering Yeon messaged Seul about the situation and a moment later her boss' name popped up calling.

"Hello, Mr. Lee?"

Yeon answered with a confused tone.

"Uh, yes. I'm Yiyeon Park. How do you know that? Oh, uh yes, he's with me."

Yeon glanced at Howon learning that he was the nephew of Sangyeon.

"Um, we're at Vecchia e Nuovo. Uh, yes, we've already ordered."

The pair were too engrossed with the menu as they made a game out of it to listen in on Yeon's conversation.

"Yes we're on the fourth level. Ah, yes. See you soon."

Yeon ended the call while looking over at Howon.

"Howon, you're uncle will b-"

"Uncle!"

Howon exclaimed upon seeing Sangyeon entered the restaurant a moment later. Yeon's gaze went to the male as she watched the pair soon hug while her boss informed his nephew that he shouldn't have wandered and all that other stuff. Sangyeon's attention went to his secretary.

"Thank you for watching him, Ms. Lee."

"Um, you're welcome, Mr. Lee."

"Hi."

Jangmi greeted Sangyeon with a smile upon remembering him.

"Hi, to you, too."

Sangyeon greeted in a softer tone than he did Yeon.

"Did you and Howon become good friends?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah, Jangmi gave me this."

Howon held the leaf that Yeon had put away earlier. She couldn't resist the pair when they begged to see and play with it.

"Yeah, it's a token from something earlier today."

Yeon shot Sangyeon a small smile hoping he wouldn't probed further.

"I see. Did you say thank you?"

"Mmhmm."

Soon the staff brought out their meal and Yeon suggested for Sangyeon to join them so that Howon could eat before leaving.

"I want to sit next to auntie." Howon stated as he moved to sit next to Yeon.

"You don't want to sit next to me?" Sangyeon asked.

"Nope."

"But I want to sit next to auntie." Jangmi whined as she stood off to the side.

"You can sit next to uncle." Howon suggested, but Jangmi frowned.

"No."

This caused Sangyeon to slightly pout as he played along with the kids.

"No one wants to sit next to me?"

The pair shook their heads as Yeon stifled a laugh which caused her boss to glance at her. Upon seeing his supposed hurt look Yeon couldn't help but let the words flow on out from her mouth.

"Are you jealous?"

"Not at all." He replied nonchalantly while composing himself.

"I see."

Eventually, Yeon managed to get Howon to sit with his uncle leaving Jangmi to sit beside her. It wasn't that bad as the quartet ate and talk for a while before Seul messaged her sister. Yeon decided to cut their meal short after informing Sangyeon about the situation with her sister. The four bid one another goodbyes before parting. Yeon hoped that her boss wouldn't ask about her real name and just let things be, but she received a messaged later that day with him asking if he should address her with Park instead of Lee. Yeon didn't respond and would deal with it on Monday.

#staytheb #tbzfics #the boyz scenarios #sf9 scenarios #lee sangyeon #kim youngbin

[thepixelelf]

Repeat: Do Not Improvise

Genres: fluff, secret agent au

Pairing: Reader & Lee Juyeon (The Boyz)

Words: 2.5k (00:10)

Warning: Slightly suggestive language

Note: Happy birthday to this buffoon (idk why I keep roasting him when clearly I just wanna hug him) (also it’s not even his birthday anymore in Korea but… actually I have no excuse)

Your mission is to steal the Women of Algiers from right under some millionaire’s nose. It goes a little off the rails.

•••

Crystal chandeliers and mile high stained glass windows were certainly not your scene, but you supposed you could deal with it for tonight. You could deal with it so long as you got what you came for.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this when over a hundred rich snobs and two hundred security guards are here?”

The earpiece you wore was disguised as a (rather ugly) cuff earring, and while it did its job quite well, you still hated how it looked in the mirror. Every thirty seconds, a low beep sounded through the system to let anyone connected know that they were still online. You heard the beep, so you knew Sangyeon heard you, but wasn’t answering. Well, he never liked your constant babble in person, you doubted he would like any on the comms.

Sangyeon’s voice appeared a few moments later, though not to answer your question. “Seven, check the exit on your right.”

It had taken a while for you to memorize the code names each of you had, though it should have been easy. It was in order of age except for you, who joined after the code names had already been assigned to all the others. The names weren’t really meant to be fancy and decoded, but just so that if anyone somehow tapped into the frequency, they wouldn’t know who was referring to whom.

Sangyeon said “Seven,” so he must have been referring to Chanhee, one of the boys in the celebration hall with you. It was you and eight others on the floor tonight, while the other four were stationed at headquarters, Sangyeon included.

“Checked, One,” Chanhee confirmed. “It’s locked.”

Sangyeon sighed, and you remembered that some of the doors should have already been unlocked before the celebration began — supposedly done by their man on the inside whose name you didn’t know. “Thirteen, take care of that please.”

“Where?”

You had no idea why Sangyeon expected you to know where the hell this exit was when all you had for context was that the door was next to Chanhee on his right. He sighed again nonetheless, as if you were the problem somehow. Giving you the directions, his mood seemed to droop more and more as the minutes passed. God, you knew you were a freshie, but he had to give you some credit. You were put on a mission way faster than any other freshies in the company, and with Team 12 of all people — the top crew! Some of your achievements had to be worth some recognition, at least. But Sangyeon was a hard man to impress.

You took care of the locked exit, though it did take a few minutes. Electric locks were always harder than the old fashioned lock-and-key, especially without the proper tools. You hadn’t brought every possible tool because for one, you were told all of the exits would be unlocked by that inside man, and two, you could only fit so much in your disguise.

Going back to the main hall, your eyes skirted around to ensure no one had seen you. It seemed no one had, so you returned to your languid rounds, acting as some millionaire with nothing better to do than come to this boring party filled with even more boring people. Apparently you weren’t good enough for a real job like Kevin or Juyeon — even if you joined Team 12 in record time, so Sangyeon reduced you to surveillance, which could easily be done by him and the three others at HQ. There were more cameras in this one hall than agents in the building. What good were your two eyes compared to that?

The night went on according to Sangyeon’s meticulous plan, save for the locked exit mishaps along the way, but other than that, you were left completely mission-less. All you had to do was occasionally take an hors d’oeuvre from a tray and pretend you weren’t part of the biggest heist of the year. Maybe you’d hear the occasional order from Sangyeon, but he mostly kept you deaf to him and everyone else unless you were needed. Which, apparently, was almost never.

You held, maybe, the slightest bit of resentment to whoever decided you should have joined this team early. If you’d just climbed the ladder like every other freshie and joined a regular team, you would’ve at least been treated like an actual member rather than a camera drone.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have been thinking like that, though. You did always tend to jinx things when they really counted.

Multiple voices sounded off in your ear, Sangyeon finally letting you in on the chaotic conversation. You couldn’t tell words from sentences and sentences from words, and at one point the feedback got so bad you wanted to rip the cuff right out of your ear.

“The hell?” you muttered under your breath, not wanting to add to the mayhem.

From what you could tell, something was very, very wrong.

“Eleven!” Sangyeon’s voice crackled through the earpiece with panic. “What happened to distracting him?!”

“I don’t know! One second I’m watching him and the next some girl is all up in my grill about how much money I’m gonna get in the divorce!” Sunwoo didn’t sound very sorry, but you knew he would be as soon as you all went home tonight. “What divorce?! Who am I divorcing?! How much money am I getting from this divorce?!”

Sangyeon’s frustration could be heard in the millisecond of silence before he spoke again. “I don’t care! Who has eyes on him? Jacob?”

It took a lot to make Sangyeon lose his cool demeanor enough to make such a mistake as speaking to Jacob (who was sitting right next to him) with the comm still on, much less use his real name. Apparently anonymity came second now to the crisis going down.

The target, Arthur Degét, the host of this pompous celebration of wealth, had — for lack of a better term that comes to mind in such a time-sensitive situation — gone ghost.

And you knew exactly where he was heading.

“He’s going to his first office! I heard him bragging about the painting to some corporate hotshot!”

“And you didn’t tell me this why?!“ 

“You were ignoring me!”

“We’re talking about this later, Thirteen,” Sangyeon grumbled, but you weren’t worried about that at the moment.

You were worried about Five.

Juyeon was in the office, still working on replacing The Women of Algiers with a picture perfect replica. He hadn’t given the signal yet that he was done, and you all knew it would take time.

You were the closest to the office, and just as Sangyeon asked Juyeon for an update, you spotted Degét and his companion moving through the crowd towards the hallway.

“I have eyes,” you whispered. “We need to move now otherwise he’ll be there in—” You watched the way they walked: leisurely, as if showing off his nearly 200 million dollar Picasso was nothing to a man like Degét. “—forty-five seconds.”

“The painting’s out the window and the replica’s in place,” Juyeon finally said, slightly out of breath. 

“Can you get out through the window?”

They seemed to be ignoring you.

“They don’t open like that.”

“Guys…” you warned. “Thirty seconds.”

Sangyeon was the most petty leader you’d ever known. Even in the midst of Juyeon about to be caught, he still ignored you.

Over the comm chaos, you could tell the genuine painting itself was already long gone. That was no longer the problem.

The chances of Juyeon being seen were now a hundred percent. Degét and the other man would see him if he left through the only door, and they would undoubtedly call security on him without blinking an eye.

You’d stopped paying attention to what Sangyeon and Juyeon were saying, as their conversation seemed trivial compared to the slow trek Degét was making towards Team 12’s doom.

“Five!” you cut in. “Is the door locked?”

“What? No, it's—”

“Thirteen, what are you doing?” Sangyeon’s ‘oh no you don’t voice’ maybe would’ve held you back in any other situation, but this wasn’t one of them.

“Improvising.”

Before Sangyeon could stop you — not that you’d let him anyways — you put on your acting persona and dashed towards the office. Right past Degét. 

Sangyeon’s protests flew past deaf ears.

“No, Thirteen, we don’t improvise! I repeat: we do not improvise! Thirteen? Thirteen!“

With a hopefully cheeky smile on your face, you reached the door and pretended to struggle with the handle before opening it less than an inch with a triumphant squeal, just in time for a furious Degét to reach you and seize your wrist.

"What the hell are you doing?” he spat through his teeth. The door slammed shut again with the violent push of his free hand.

You painted a shocked look on your face, a facade so you looked terrified of Degét (which you were, in a way).

“I–I’m so sorry, s–sir,” you feigned a stutter. “I was just— well, I… I was going to—”

“What?” Degét questioned on. “You were going to what?”

It seemed Sangyeon was wondering the same thing. You’d left your comm on in case an emergency ensued, so each team member could hear everything you said and heard.

“What the hell are you doing, Thirteen?”

You didn’t answer him, you couldn’t, obviously. You could answer Degét.

“I was going to meet someone… he said it was unlocked and we were going to… um…” Your eyes flitted between Degét and the other man, as if you were embarrassed to admit what you were supposedly planning to do.

“Oh dear lord,” you heard Sangyeon murmur.

Degét eyed you up and down, connecting the dots you’d laid out for him in crayon. “Your boyfriend is in my highly secure office?”

There it was. The thing about cover stories is that the most convincing one is always the least convinced. Doesn’t really make sense when put in a sentence like that, but you knew what you knew. 

“Don’t be so loud!” you whispered harshly, your face melting into something of panic. You reached up a finger to your lips as if to shush him. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just, like, a guy I… sometimes…”

The man behind Degét snorted, amused by your made up situation. Degét himself just squinted further.

You continued. “Look, I just sort of… hook up with him sometimes, okay? He said he just went into the first unlocked room he found.”

Degét seemed to be buying your story. He certainly didn’t like it, of course, but the important part was that he believed you. 

“This is so embarrassing…” you mumbled to yourself, though just loud enough that you knew both men heard you. Running a hand up your face to your forehead, you looked back up at Degét with pleading eyes. “Can I just go in, grab him, and leave? I wanna forget this night ever happened.”

Degét sniffed, irritation clear on his face. “Go. But don’t even think about screwing around in my home ever again.” You slipped through the door with a shy, embarrassed smile, and just before you shut it closed, you heard, “Fuckin’ kids. I’m gonna kill whoever left this unlocked.”

“Holy shit…” Sangyeon mumbled, but you ignored him.

As soon as you walked in, you saw Juyeon fumbling with the replica painting on the wall. You rushed up to him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

Juyeon turned to you, eyes filled with imminent fear. “The wire snapped, I need to fix it otherwise we’re screwed.”

You cursed under your breath. Glancing to the door, you guessed you had about twenty seconds before Degét would storm in. “Well hurry up!”

“I’m trying!” he said through gritted teeth. Then, when you started running your fingers haphazardly through his hair, “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t question it!”

Faintly, so in the background you almost didn’t hear it, Jacob said, “I’ve got eyes in the office.”

You pinched Juyeon’s cheeks — hard. Blood rushed to his face, creating the closest thing to blushing you could get. He gave you a look but didn’t question you and went back to his task as you ruffled his clothes.

Five seconds.

He finished fixing the wire. You grabbed his face and turned him towards you.

“Do you give me consent to kiss you?”

“What?!”

“Answer!”

“Yes!”

Your lips pressed against his, urgent, just as the door handle twisted. You had to make it look intense, so you pushed for more, and either Juyeon had improved his under-pressure brain, or he was going off pure instinct. He kissed you back with just as much fervor, maybe more. You’d never done any missions with Juyeon directly, so the amount of unsaid communication between you was a surprise. He seemed to understand what you were planning as soon as your lips touched his.

Or maybe (and this wasn’t concrete), the way his hand slowly grazed the skin of your cheek before ghosting over the back of your neck meant something you couldn’t think about right now.

“Hey!” Degét’s voice broke you from Juyeon, and you turned with a fake look of surprise. “What the fuck did I just tell you?!”

“I’m sorry sir,” you said, bowing slightly. You ran a hand over your mussed hair and took Juyeon’s hand before running out, leaving an enraged Degét behind. But for all the wrong reasons.

Too bad he only thought two people were making out in front of his $200 million Picasso, instead of two secret agents kissing as a cover-up for the greatest heist in decades. Poor guy.

Just kidding, he was an asshole anyways.

You ran all the way out of the mansion, hailing the valet and keeping up the pretense of two people about to do not-so-innocent things. The heaving breaths from running and the smirk on your lips from the escape certainly helped. You didn’t bother looking at Juyeon until you got in one of the getaway cars, him in the passenger seat, you at the wheel.

He was staring at you sort of wide-eyed, and you had to admit, you felt a bit proud of yourself.

Yeah. You just did that. You fixed a problem Team 12 made.

“Five, update?” Sangyeon finally spoke again — with something real this time.

You turned to Juyeon, a triumphant smile on your face at the idea of him describing how you saved his ass. He didn’t answer, though, he just kept staring at you. Or… was he staring at your lips? It was a bit too dark to tell.

Ignoring that, you turned on your own comm.

“I’d say that was a success.”

They could probably hear the smile on your face.

“Success?” Sangyeon sighed. “Fucking hell, Thirteen, you just broke my best agent.”

#It's already way past his birthday #:/ #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #lee juyeon scenario #lee juyeon imagine #lee juyeon x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #tbzfics #the boyz oneshot #kpop oneshot #.100 #.200

[rainingspellforlove]

Present.

Bbangmil's drabbles. Inspired by younghoon's birthday♡ and slight junew!

Here's my 1 hour writings, i just woke up today and this idea came out in my mind and i quickly made it into a drabble. And finally i made a bbangmil fic! one of my fav ship🥺❤ they are just too cute for each other😭 enjoy this makeout session of bbangmil after the bday party lmaoo not 18+ ! but a lil bit. JUST A LIL BIT HAHA

♡♡♡♡

Today is younghoon's birthday. the big baby is turning 24 this year. So the members already prepared the surprises and the bday cake as well. But it's too sad bcs younghoon gonna leave early tomorrow morning for his drama so the members will celebrate it earlier.

They finally celebrate it together in 10pm before midnight bcs younghoon need a good sleep to prepare his drama shooting. As always, they're so loud while surprising younghoon. Younghoon seems to be expected it as well but he's beyond happy.

Then while holding the cake younghoon said so much thankyous to the members and his wishes. They play with the cake's cream playfully to each other. And hyunjae is younghoon's target.

"Im gonna put the cream into your face like a santa!!"

"Fine fine as you wish bday boy" hyunjae smiled and lean his face to younghoon.

Younghoon smiled happily like a puppy while putting the cream cake into hyunjae's chin and hyunjae looked like a santa with white beard.

"Look at you sweetie!! You're like a grandpa! Hahahaha!!" Younghoon looks so happy and laughing his ass off.

Hyunjae just smiled while looking at the bday boy and strokes his hair

"I'll get my revenge later!" say hyunjae while pinching his boyfriend's cheek.

The other members still playing along with the cream as well. There's sunwoo who chased chanhee. Juyeon who laughs at them. There's sangyeon and jacob just shaking their head looking at the others. Younghoon's bday night is a whole success!

After cleaning up the mess they made, the members go to sleep rightaway. While hyunjae is about to sleep, he hears slow steps walking towards his room. Hyunjae thinks maybe it's haknyeon bcs he's not here yet then he takes his phone and scrolling the sns. Suddenly the door opens, hyunjae still on his phone

"Oh haknyeona, did you just eat again in this hour? Is there anything to eat in the fridge tho?"

Silent for a moment, hyunjae realizes there's no answer.

"Haknyeona, answer me-" say hyunjae while getting up from the bed and see that it's not haknyeon standing there.

there, a big baby standing in front of the door holding a pochacco plushie, and keep staring at hyunjae with puppy eyes. The bday boy is here.

"i-i told haknyeon to switch room just this night.." say younghoon carefully.

Hyunjae just smiled looking at his adorable boyfriend in front of him.

"Dont just standing there, come here" say hyunjae with his warmest smile as ever

Then younghoon walks cutely through the room and gets into hyunjae's side. Younghoon just snuggles into hyunjae while holding his plushie in hyunjae's bed.

"You big baby, is this how you ask me to give you a present?"

"i just want to spend more time with you bcs tomorrow i'll be gone for a while"

Hyunjae pulls younghoon closer as he strokes his hair softly.

"there there my big baby, we're the same age but you're way cuter than me"

"im not cute." say younghoon while looking up to see hyunjae's eyes and pouting

"look. this is how cute you are. you didnt realize yourself that you're this cute. My cute baby"

"fine im a baby. just for you." say younghoon shyly and snuggles his head more in hyunjae's chest

Hyunjae chuckles seeing how adorable his boyfriend is.

hyunjae hugs him tighter and so does younghoon. They stay like that for a while.

Until hyunjae is about going to dreamland, younghoon suddenly loosen up their hugs and look up into hyunjae's face. Hyunjae is startled for a bit while staring at the younger's face.

"oh what's wrong baby? Cant sleep?"

"No.."

"So what is it? Is it cold?"

"No.."

"then wh-"

"i want an early present"

"early present? From me?"

"uhm. A present" younghoon nods while saying present eagerly.

"right now?"

Younghoon nods again

At first, hyunjae didnt get what is his boyfriend wants. He didnt buy anything from him yet, what should he give at this hour- ah- wait- okay. Then he got what younghoon means.

"Oh" hyunjae comes into realization

Younghoon looks up into his boyfriend's feature waiting something what his boyfriend gonna give. Ofcourse he wants present. PRESENT okay. Present for another mean is yes younghoon wants hyunjae.

hyunjae cant help but smiling.

Hyunjae leans in closer to younghoon's face until they're just 1 inch apart face to face.

"you always can tell me that you want me that bad" hyunjae teased

Younghoon just smiles shyly

"kiss me quick." finally younghoon pleads..

Without any answers, hyunjae pulls younghoon's neck closer to his and plants a chaste kiss into younghoon's lips. younghoon's hand goes to hyunjae's waist and pulling him closer as hyunjae kisses him deeply. hyunjae miss how younghoon's lips taste like. it's always been soft and melted in his lips as he kissed. hyunjae gives younghoon open mouth kisses in his lips as younghoon lets him in. tongue to tongue tied with each other as hyunjae kisses him deeper. Younghoon feels the best joy while hyunjae puts the best kiss he ever feels. younghoon moves along as hyunjae leads the kiss. they kissed more deeper and deeper until younghoon was out of breath and pulls away, while there's a saliva string between them. hyunjae moves a bit closer and lick all of them.

younghoon pants a little bit after their hot kisses, and hyunjae just smiled seeing his baby got hot after the kiss.

"want more?" teased hyunjae softly

"i-if you dont mind"

"ofcourse not but lets change position" hyunjae flips the position so he's above younghoon right now. younghoon seems a bit surprised while holding his plushie tighter.

"Mr. Pochacco, you need to leave for a while" say hyunjae while taking the plushie and puts it on the bed side.

"you are beautiful younghoona, happy birthday.. here's your early present from me"

Hyunjae leans in and puts a hot open kisses for younghoon again but way hotter. Hyunjae kisses younghoon's lips like there is no tomorrow. he gives the open mouth kisses again and gets into younghoon's mouth as he explores into younghoon's. Tongues tied again. Their sound of their clasped lips is louder than the clocks ticks. hyunjae gives deeper kisses as long as younghoon pulls him closer while circles his hand into hyunjae, he holds hyunjae's hair for dear life.

hyunjae pulls out from younghoon's lips and continue to put wet kisses in all of younghoon's face. He moves along through his jaw, his cheek, then he kisses younghoon's ear and licks it.

he wishpered "im not going further than this, you have a work to do tomorrow, okay"

younghoon just gulped and holding into hyunjae's body tighter.

hyunjae continues his work. He moves his kisses into the neck carefully not to make a mark on it bcs he still needs to shoot drama tomorrow morning. He just plants wet kisses through younghoon's pretty neck line then to his shoulder.

Younghoon initially wear pajamas that has buttons on it so hyunjae can easily opens his shirt while kissing him. Yes younghoon has been prepared for these kind of things.

And true, hyunjae slowly undone his shirt 's button one by one while kissing younghoon's shoulder softly.

Finishing undone all the buttons, hyunjae moves again to explore younghoon's body and plants wet kisses all over it. Then hyunjae suddenly stops.

"Do you have half naked scene tomorrow?"

"ehm i think.. no.."

"Okay then, then im marking you here"

hyunjae continues his work as he kisses younghoon's chest and puts some pink marks all over his body. younghoon didnt expect hyunjae will be this wild. So he's a bit startled by hyunjae's doings. Younghoon puts his hand in the bed after hyunjae moves along in his body freely giving him wet kisses and pink marks there. younghoon finally got to hold his pochacco plushie and holds it tighter as hyunjae marks him wildly. he keeps silent restricting his voices bcs he's scared the other members will hear these kind of moments happening right now. Younghoon just lets out his small moans but not too loud as hyunjae's trailing him with bites and wet licks.

Hyunjae moves up again into younghoon's face and cup his face with his hand. His thumb carressing younghoon's fluffy white cheek.

"Do you like it? my present? Is it good?"

Younghoon smiled and puts his hands into hyunjae's neck

"thankyou this is beyond amazing" they both smiled and chuckles for awhile.. until hyunjae puts a soft kiss to younghoon's nose. Hyunjae buttons up again younghoon's pajamas while looking at his beautiful art he made in younghoon's body. The pinkish marks is all over the baby's white milky skin. Hyunjae is satisfied and smiled while younghoon pouts as he sees hyunjae buttons up his pajamas.

"you really eat me up alive, happy?"

"it's what you asked though? You're happy anyway" hyunjae smiled while hugging his boyfriend closer

Younghoon didnt answer bcs yes he's too happy right now. And he just smiled shyly and hides into hyunjae's chest.

"Aw poor baby got shy. Next time after your drama ends, i'll give you more"

Younghoon just hugging him closer as he gets shy but he's silently nods...

"night baby. Lastly, happy birthday. Sweet dreams" say hyunjae while kissing younghoon's forehead.

They finally enter the dreamland after the hot makeout session while hugging each other tightly.

little that they know, there's the other members watching them from the little space of the door. Turned out younghoon didnt close it right so it gives little space to the members to see what happened inside.

"wah i never knew hyunjae hyung was that wild" juyeon said in disbelief

"nah it's always been like that, but he just showed it to younghoonie hyung tho" say chanhee

"what did i just see though....." say sunwoo

"i told you that you should sleep why coming here you idiot" say haknyeon

"but you say there will be somthing hot comin up after you switch with younghoonie hyung then i got so curious so..." say sunwoo

"kids lets sleep it's all over. we must get back so they wont notice us haha come one quick go back to your rooms" say kevin

Then juyeon wishpered into chanhee's ear while hugging him from the back.

"should we?"

"we what?" chanhee turned his head to juyeon who leans his head on chanhee'a shoulder

"doing it like them?"

"next time, honey" as chanhee holds juyeon's chin and kisses him quick

"but i want it so baaaad too" juyeon hugs chanhee even tighter.

"NOT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD PLS GET A ROOM" sunwoo said to them disgustedly

Chanhee just laughs as he holds into juyeon's arm in his waist while juyeon just smiled on chanhee's shoulder.

"lets make it quick, make eric sleeps in another room then" finally chanhee changes his mind

Juyeon smiled widely and kissed chanhee's cheek quick. Juyeon runs to eric telling him to move and finally juyeon goes back and quickly snuggling into chanhee.

Meanwhile in sunwoo's room :

"lovesicks everywheree and im sickkkkk" while he puts the pillow above his head frustatedly.

-end

♡♡♡♡

bonus clip :

when younghoon puts the cream all over hyunjae's chin.

#bbangmil #slight junew #bbangmilfic #drabbles #bxb #tbzfics #tbz drabbles #hyunjae #younghoon #juyeon #chanhee #hyunjae x younghoon #juyeon x chanhee #junew #sunwoo #haknyeon #ju-yeonnfics #kevin #theboyz #fanfic #juheartsfic

[fortbz]

07:48 AM — sangyeon

wearing sangyeon's shirts everytime you sleepover at his apartment and jokingly telling him it's yours whenever he asks if you got it from his closet is your source of amusement. until one day he walks past you wearing a tee a little too short for him, belly button and stomach out for display. you're sure it's yours but when you ask him if it's your shirt, he only smirks and says, "definitely not. i recently bought this crop top myself. looks good, right?"

#the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #tbzfics #the boyz #sangyeon #saw this ship dynamic like way back #but idk it's just so sangyeon so i had to lmfao #ftbz:timestamp

[tbzfics-blog]

WRITERS

TBZ content only

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b banghyung

c cappujinho / chocomilks-stuff / cozykpopblurbs

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Used this post to clean up the writers page easier since it’s outdated and redirected to some deactivated accounts. If you are a writer for The Boyz and not in this list, please don’t hesitate to send a message/chat so I can add you here; and don’t forget to check this post out.

#tbzfics #edited the writers page!

[noris-nebula]

[8:14 am]

As fall rolls around, Jacob and his best friend Y/n grab a cup of coffee and run around town, taking the best pictures of the most aesthetic fall things

Jacob Bae

#kpop #kpop edits #kpop moodboard #kpop smut #kpop boys #kpop angst #tbz imagines #tbz reactions #tbz icons #tbz layouts #tbz blurbs #tbz #tbz moodboard #tbz drabbles #tbz scenarios #tbz soft hours #tbzfics #tbz gifs #jacob bae #jacob moodboard #bae #fall #fall mood #fall board #aesthetic

[kriss-kross-loser]

this is how your relationship with jacob looks. he loves your smile, when he can take you on a small trip. since he has to go on tours he bought u a cat. and named it joonyoung. so you can't mix up his corean and english name. he buys you a lot of food, which you love. you both like soft dates, so there's a lot of hand holding and giggling. also blushing. his kisses are always soft and sweet. he doesn't want to hurry, because you're both young. he would never force you to make something you don't want to. but he would get you whole sky just to make you happy. jacob loves you and always protects you. sometimes, he's overprotective, because of other members. always gives them a death stare, when they stay too close to you. but actually, it's cute. you like his attention, and he gives his all to you.

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[cozykpopblurbs]

[1:54pm] “We can never come back here again,” Sangyeon said under his breath, leaving the boba shop as quickly as possible with flushed cheeks just seconds after you’d handed him and Q their order.

“What? Why not?” Eric asked, hurrying to catch up with them and take his drink from the tray. Sangyeon simply shook his head, but Q, who had been giggling to himself ever since they’d picked up their drinks, was more than happy to share.

“The cashier he has a crush on told him to have a nice day and Sangyeon-hyung said, ‘Thanks, love you too.’”

#sangyeon #the boyz #sangyeon fluff #the boyz fluff #tbzfics #boba shop regular sangyeon #m: the boyz #q #eric #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop soft hours #kpop blurbs #kpop fluff #kpop drabbles #the boyz imagines #the boyz soft hours #the boyz blurbs #the boyz drabbles #sangyeon imagines #sangyeon soft hours #sangyeon blurbs #sangyeon drabbles #tbz #tbz imagines #tbz soft hours #tbz blurbs #tbz fluff #kpop timestamps #tbz sangyeon

[honeycobie]

Serenity

Hyunjae x reader,  fluff

requested by: anon (thank you for requesting!)

a/n: how are you doing? i hope you’re all doing well! i’ve been going through my old fics and i want to change the layout of my writing but that might be too much work lol hope you enjoy this one and have a lovely week~

Stirring, you shift underneath the cocoon of blankets before opening your eyes. Groggily, you stare at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up, stretching langorously. Catching a glance of the time displayed on the alarm clock, you gasp before immediately reaching over to vigorously shake Hyunjae’s shoulder.

Grumbling, he flings off your hand before burying his face into the pillow. Exasperated, you call his name, determined to get him to wake up.

“What?” Hyunjae whines, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Baby, you’re late! Sangyeon is going to throw a fit.” You exclaim, already imagining the lecture he would give on the importance of punctuality. 

Hyunjae stiffens before relaxing, flopping back on the bed with a yawn. “Honey, it’s a day off today.” You slump with relief, flashing a sheepish smile. “Ah...sorry.”

“It’s fine. You can pay me back by giving me cuddles.” He mumbles, already half-way to dreamland as he stretches his arms towards you.  

Laughing under your breath, you lay back down, fitting snugly between his arms. Sighing contentedly, you listen to his steady heartbeat before dozing off. 

»»————-　　————-« »»————-　　————-«« 　

Waking up to Hyunjae’s humming was something you could get used to.

After getting ready for the day, you shuffled to the kitchen, a smile gracing your features when you see Hyunjae, his back facing you as he prepares breakfast for the both of you.

“What are you making?” You question, back-hugging him before giving him a peck on the cheek. 

“Not even a good morning for me?” Hyunjae jokes, acting hurt.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you ignore him, instead letting go of him to pour yourself a glass of water. 

He yelps when he accidentally burns himself, letting out curses underneath his breath as he abandons the stove, hurrying to run his finger under cold water.

“Should’ve been more careful.” You scold, stifling a snicker when Hyunjae turns to you with puppy-dog eyes, a small pout forming on his face. 

Shooing him out of the kitchen, you take over. You shake your head at the mess he’s made on the counter and stove, hoping to salvage something from it. 

“Love you!” Hyunjae calls cheekily.

»»————-　　————-« »»————-　　————-««

After breakfast, you cuddle with him on the couch, both holding mugs of piping hot coffee, a blanket draped around the both of you. Wisely, you and Hyunjae both choose to ignore the stack of dishes waiting to be washed.

You tune out the show playing on the television as you rest your head on Hyunjae’s shoulder, taking in his famililar scent. Your eyelids flutter as you start feeling drowsy, the serene surroundings lulling you to sleep.

Hyunjae shifts, catching sight of your closed eyes. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me. How am I supposed to enjoy my day off with you if you’re always asleep?” He exclaims teasingly, poking your cheek. 

Snapping to attention, you yawn, blinking at him tiredly. “What can we do other than sleeping?” You retort, expecting a good response.

Setting down his mug of coffee, Hyunjae smirks at you mischievously, making you feel unsettled. “Pillow fight!” He cheers, holding a cushion in his hands.

Nervously, you scoot further away, eyeing the cushion cautiously. “Wait, let me put my coffee down-”

......

“Hyunjae!”

»»————-　　————-« »»————-　　————-««

“(Y/n), I’m bored~” Hyunjae whines, rolling around on the bed as you continue to scroll through social media. “Not my problem.” You respond, eyes trained on your phone.

“Are you still mad at me for the coffee on your shirt?” Hyunjae asks, turning to face you, his eyes pleading. 

“You also got it on the couch.” You state, knowing that you were being petty for no reason. “Baby I already apologized!” Hyunjae pouts, crossing his arms cutely.

Fighting back a smile, you act indifferent, putting your phone down. “What do you want to do?” 

His eyes sparkle at your reply, “How about we go out to eat?”

You perk up at the mention of food. “Alright! You’re paying for it, though!” 

“I always do~ That’s the gentleman in me.” He winks at you, acting flirty but bursts out laughing when you give him a skeptical glance. 

“You sure about that? I remember the time when-” 

You squeak, the rest of your sentence muffled when Hyunjae presses a sweet kiss on your lips, effectively shutting you up and keeping you from exposing him.

“We don’t talk about that time. Let’s just get ready!” Hyunjae jumps up to dash into the bathroom, leaving you astonished.

»»————-　　————-« »»————-　　————-««

Swinging your interlocked hands, Hyunjae listens to you recount the outrageous stories you heard on social media, smiling when he hears your precious laugh.

Abruptly, he stops in the middle of the path and you practically melt from the intensity of his stare. “What’s wrong?” You ask, concerned.

Hyunjae pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your lips curve up into a smile as you reciprocate his hug. “Why are you suddenly hugging me?” You question, his arms tightening around your waist.

“Nothing. I just love you.” He mumbles, feeling himself get flustered when you pull back to cup his face, your eyes twinkling with adoration and warmth.

“I love you too.”

»»————-　　————-« »»————-　　————-««

Bonus:

Couples and families mutter underneath their breath as they are forced to veer to avoid crashing into you. 

“Hyunjae, I think we should continue walking.”

“Mm......nah I like this.”

“Hyunjae! We’re literally in the middle of the path!”

#tbznetwork #tbzfics #deobiwritersnet #the boyz #tbz #the boyz imagines #the boyz hyunjae #hyunjae #the boyz fluff

[yinxiong]

half moon

muse: kevin moon / moon hyungseo

genre: assassin x grim reaper! au, drabble

word count: 500

warnings: mentions of death

summary: the line between life and death was finer than he’d thought.

notes: not sure what this is, maybe inspired by kevin’s cover of ‘bury a friend’ and tbz ‘sword of victory’ performance. written instead of doing my paper bc i was anxious af lol

-

The blade he pressed into her palm was perfectly balanced. He had admired it on several occasions, eyes catching the glint of blue metal beneath the moonlight whenever she unsheathed it for the kill. The silver azaleas engraved into the handle were stained red, looking almost alive beneath her fingers, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?”

Hyungseo’s eyes darted to meet hers. Cold and dark, just like she had been taught. Perfected after nine, ten years. He knew, because that’s how long he’d been cleaning up after her. Quite troublesome, if he were to be honest, though it would also be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy watching her slip gracefully into the shadows every time he emerged from them. Of course, she never noticed him during the first few years. It was only until the hundredth throat she slit that his presence began to feel familiar, and by the four-hundredth he knew he was responsible for the hitch in her breath each time he materialized.

This was the first time she had given him a reason to trespass the boundary between them, however. He knew it was his fault, having appeared a second too early and distracting her before she finished the job— yet the smallest part of him was glad he finally had a chance to talk to her. Even if he didn’t dare admit it, he had become more than just intrigued by her, enough that a few rules had never seemed so easy to break.

He let his lip curl, just a bit. “Do you want me to fear you?”

Her gaze quivered. “No. It’s been a while since I met anyone who didn’t.”

“Well, I’ll have you know that I’ve seen far more fearsome things,” he replied lightly. “Best you disappear now, I still have much to do here.”

Pulling away, he turned towards the heap of bodies strewn around the otherwise empty courtyard and mentally sighed. Sometimes, he wished she wasn’t so talented at killing and leaving him with so much work to do. Being a reaper wasn’t as easy as one imagined, after all.

“Wait,” she said, cutting into his thoughts. He glanced back to see her dip into a tiny bow. “Thank you. For saving me.”

“I should hope you are,” he mumbled, “I might’ve gotten myself in trouble for doing that.”

“Sorry?”

“Nothing,” he dismissed. “You’re welcome. Now please, leave before someone threatens your life again. I’m not fond of killing people like you.”

She nodded, clutching her sword and swiftly making her way up to the roof. At the top, she paused, staring down at him with those familiar icy eyes (he wondered if they looked just as beautiful beneath sunlight as they were now). “Will I see you again?”

Black robes and hair fluttering around him in the cool night breeze, he tilted his head and offered her a smile.

“I think you know the answer to that already.”

-

fin.

#the boyz #tbz #tbzfics #kevin moon #the boyz kevin #tbz kevin #moon hyungseo #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz drabbles #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #tbz drabbles #kevin moon fic #the boyz fic #the boyz fanfic #tbz fic #tbz fanfic #i have no idea how to tag this #also dont know if i should continue this story or not #lol #rip #writing

[staytheb]

Gotta Go

Pairing: SF9′s Youngbin x OC [Seul] || TBZ’s Sangyeon x OC [Yeon] Genre: slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,482 Summary: Seul and Yeon are both at work, but suddenly have to leave. Although Yeon returns to work and Seul doesn’t. KYB: errands/acting secretary || LSY: report

Warning: um... nothing i guess? lol

well, hello! it’s been a while. got in a mood to write a bit and to distract myself and came up with this. this again is originally another work i had, but re-did it for this. so i combined Seul and Yeon in this bit tying them in a little better compare to separate stories of theirs. other than that, not sure how this will go as i just found an old work and this came about. sorry that it’s not like a full story or anything, but i hope you enjoy it as much as i wrote for it. lol but yeah the title is bleh and i just need to title it with something and just came up with that. well, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Seul sat in-between Inseong and Dawon as the Marketing Department was having one of their quarterly meetings. This was the first meeting that Seul was present for since she started working for NEOZ Group a few months ago.

"Ms. Lee, you sit right here next to me." Youngbin stated as he motioned to the seat left of him for Seul to take.

"To better assist me."

Youngbin cast his personal assistant a friendly smile and Seul nodded with a small smile as she quickly stood while the two males sniggered knowingly at her. Seul slightly hushed them to stop it before making her way towards her boss and sat to his left while glaring at the two males who only cast her playful smiles. Seul cast Youkyung a smile who was sitting to the right of Youngbin, but the female only rolled her eyes before turning away from Seul. Seul brushed her off and got herself situated and glanced up to see that Dawon had purposely chosen to sit across from her with a playful expression.

"Why are you sitting right there?" Seul whispered as Dawon grinned before answering.

"So that I can watch you fall asleep like you've done back in school."

"That's messed up and I've never fallen asleep. I always doodled and pretended like I was paying attention. Thank you very much."

"Now that's messed up."

The duo's conversation was interrupted when Youngbin started the meeting.

"Good morning, everyone." Youngbin greeted the employees as he held a small remote control for the powerpoint presentation.

"For this meeting, we're going to discuss last quarter's activities, the activities for this quarter, and the social media and video advertisements for Mrs. Bages' product launch."

Within ten minutes of the meeting Seul already lost interest and began doodling on the agenda out of boredom to keep herself awake. Of course she listened in on what was being talked about, but for her she retained information better when taking partial notes. A moment later Seul's attention went to a small balled up piece of paper thrown by Dawon. She shot the male a blank look as Dawon signaled for her to open it. She did so and saw that Dawon had written 'you're gonna get caught' and in response she crumpled up the paper again with the male pouting.

Soon enough Seul was snapped back to reality five minutes later when she felt something hit her arm again. She looked towards Dawon who grinned at her while pointing at the papered star he had flicked at her to open it. Seul ignored him and pushed the paper back towards the male as to not wanting to deal with the whole note passing situation if they were caught. Dawon quietly rose from his swivel chair to retrieve the note and once he successfully got it back he had sat down only to crash to the floor with the chair rolling away once he tried to stand back up. All eyes were on Dawon as he silently laughed at his embarrassment and continued to just sit on his knees instead of back onto his chair.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Lee?" Youngbin asked while pausing in mid-speech.

"Ah, yes, I'm fine. Just wanted to test out the rolling chair." Dawon replied nonchalantly as he attempted to do just that.

"I thought you tested that out the first time we held a meeting." Youngbin said in amusement while Dawon coughed to hide his embarrassment again.

"Did I? I don't remember."

"I see. Well, let me finish this up and you can present your data analysis with Yoonho afterwards."

Youngbin continued on with his talk for another few minutes before handing it off to Yoonho and Dawon afterwards. Seul paid attention for a few seconds before realizing that she already knew what it was about as she had helped Dawon and Yoonho prepare this just a few days ago. Seul's attention went back to the paper before her as she continued to doodle various things. Unconsciously her right hand had slipped into her dress' pockets and was surprised when she pulled out a strawberry starburst. She had forgotten that her outfit actually had pockets for once. She happily unwrapped the sweet-tart treat and popped it into her mouth.

"What do you got there, Seul?"

"Nothing for you."

"That's not nice."

"Yeah, well, you should probaby shut up as we're in a meeting."

Seul wasn't aware that she was casually speaking with Youngbin as she was more focused on her candy.

"Really? Anwyays, are you going to share, Seul?"

The same male voice asked her and she automatically responded with something she would say to her sister upon hearing her name like always still not aware of the sitaution.

"Not with you."

Before realizing that it wasn't Yeon, but her boss that had asked that question. She hastily looked over at Youngbin with a sheepish look.

"Ah, sorry about that, Mr. Kim. I didn't mean to be so frank with you. My apologies. Um, but here you go, sir."

Seul whispered in embarrassment as she slid a lemon starburst towards the male while thinking why he had called her so casually within the work setting and of their different ranks. Youngbin chuckled softly as he took the item hiding the fact that he enjoyed the reaction he got out of his personal assistant.

"It's okay, Ms. Lee."

Seul just nodded although she just realized that he had addressed her properly this time. She didn't have much time to think about it until she noticed a small piece of crumpled paper coming into her view. Seul raised a brow wondering who it could be until she noticed that Inseong was looking at her expectantly. She realized it was him as he shot her a knowing look. Seul rolled her eyes, but actually went to read it since Inseong wasn't anything like Dawon. That was until she read the content and knew that he was just like him as Inseong had written if she liked their boss or not. Seul shook her head as a response, but Inseong didn't believe her. She didn't care if he did or not.

Once the meeting was over, Seul returned to her desk tired and hungry as she felt drained for some odd reason. It wasn't even lunch time yet. She tiredly placed her head on top of the files of her desk while her desk phone machine was flashing red indicating she already had a voicemail to respond back to. Seul sighed as she closed her eyes to recuperate before going back into work mode. It didn't last long as her short break was disrupted when she heard a file or two slapped against her desk. Seul lifted her head to come face to face with a gleeful looking Dawon. She did not like the look on his face.

"Yes, Dawon?"

"So, you and the b-"

Seul interrupted him.

"There's nothing going on between us."

"Oh, c'mon, don't lie."

"I'm not. Seriously. There's nothing going on between us."

Dawon was gonna tease Seul some more, but she glared at him.

"Don't you have some other work to finish?"

"Well, yes, I do."

"Then why are you standing there?"

"To bother you like always."

"Gosh you're so annoying."

"I know, but anyways, you an-"

Seul shot him a dark look.

"You should probably shut up."

"And if I don't?"

Dawon grinned at her mischievously.

"hen I'ma beat you up."

Dawon backed off from the subject.

"Okay, whoa, whoa. Calm down. Usually that's Yeon's line, but alright."

Seul rolled her eyes.

"Because you talk too much and like bothering people for the fun of it."

"You right."

He chuckled.

"Anyways," Dawon changed the subject, "I need to discuss with you about what cake to get Hwiyoung for his birthday coming up soon."

"Why do you need to discuss that with me?"

"I wanna get everyone's opinions and help on it."

"You don't need my help. You can do that by yourself."

"I could, but I remember that you used to bake, right?"

"Not really."

"But don't you make cookies for Jangmi?"

The phone on Seul's desk rang and she ignored Dawon to answer the call.

"Hello, this is Seul Lee of the Marketing Department of NEOZ Group."

Seul reached for a pen and paper as she took down the caller's message and Dawon reluctantly returned to his desk. For a good hour and a half Seul had been constantly talking on the phone with clients about business ordeals that she hadn't realized her own phone going off as it was muted, but set to vibrate mode. Seul also hadn't paid attention to the beeps that sounded when she was speaking with the clients indicating that another caller was trying to reach her. So when she heard her name called by her sister while in mid-talk with another client she was confused.

"Yeon?"

"Yo, we gotta go." Yeon told her as she came up to her desk almost out of breath.

The others in the office watched the interaction between the sisters.

"What do you mean we gotta go?"

"It's Mom."

Seul made an annoyed face.

"So? What about her?"

Yeon's face turned serious. This caught Seul's attention.

"Yeon. What about Mom?"

Yeon stayed silent, but Seul noticed how her sister's eyes glistened over and face read with worry.

"Hello, Mr. Kwon. I'm sorry, but I'll have to call you back another time. Something urgent has come up. Goodbye."

She hung up with a current client before gathering her things.

"Seul, is everything okay?" Dawon suddenly asked upon seeing Seul packing her things in a hurry.

"Sorry, Dawon. I gotta go."

The pair anxiously waited in the waiting room of the hospital along with their mother's boyfriend, Yongin, and their father, Kisuk, and his girlfriend, Sanghee. Yongin has been waiting for more than two hours while the sisters have been there for less than an hour, and  Kisuk and Sanghee just arrived several minutes ago. Yeon only informed Seul that their mom had fainted as Yeon was the only one that had picked up Yongin's phone call and he only informed her of that small information. Other than that the sisters didn't know anything else as they awaited news.

"Hello, good evening. I'm Doctor Oh." The doctor greeted the quintet as their attention turned to him ten minutes later.

"How is she? Is she doing well? Nothing's wrong with Narae, right? Oh please tell me that she's alright and that's nothing wrong with her." Yongin fired questions at the doctor before Doctor Oh shot him a reassuring smile to calm the male.

"Ms. Jung is fine. Are you the husband?"

"Ah, no. I'm Narae's boyfriend. Um," Yongin motioned towards Kisuk, "He's her ex-husband."

The doctor shifted his eyes towards Kisuk as everyone felt awkward at their current situation.

"What's wrong with our mom?" Seul asked, breaking the awkwardness and just wanting to get this done and over with.

"Nothing serious, but your mother is eighteen weeks pregnant." Doctor Oh informed them of the news.

The quintet went silent once more. They weren't sure what to feel, but it was Yeon that broke the silence.

"Are you saying that our mom is having a baby? At her age?"

"Yes, that is correct."

The sisters breathed a sigh of relief and the worries that Seul had disappeared although she was now slightly annoyed.

"I can't believe she got herself knocked up."

"You're telling me." Yeon agreed with a shake of her head before looking over at Yongin.

"Well, congratulations, you're going to be a father."

"Yeah, Yongin, congratulations. You're gonna be a father of a tiny human." Seul mused as Yeon nudged her playfully.

"Uh, thank you." Yongin responded while still trying to process the information.

"Yes, congratulations, Yongin." Sanghee congratulated Yongin with a happy expression while looking over at Kisuk fondly. "Hearing those words are such wonderful news, isn't it, dear?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is." Kisuk responded a bit distracted although he looked over at his two daughters.

Yeon and Seul avoided eye contact with him and just looked at the doctor.

"Is that why she fainted, Doctor Oh?" Seul asked a moment later.

The doctor nodded.

"Yes, although it was mainly due to fatigue and malnourishment. I also believe there was some added stress over the past month that had eventually overwhelmed your mother causing her to lose consciousness."

Doctor Oh handed the sisters a piece of paper which Yeon took.

"I recommend for her to rest plenty, take vitamins and supplements, eat properly, watch her stress and activity levels, exercise accordingly, and to schedule monthly or even bi-weekly check-ups with her obstetrician or her main doctor that she's currently seeing."

The sisters nodded as Doctor Oh looked to the time on the wall before returning her gaze onto the quintet.

"If you would like you're all more than welcome to visit Ms. Jung for the time being, but only one of you can stay the night."

Before Yongin could suggest for one of the sisters to do it, the pair gave it up to him.

"You should stay, Yongin. We're fine."

"Ah, yes. I think that's a good choice." Kisuk agreed with his daughters.

"Good. Ms. Jung's should be fine with visitors in a few minutes." Doctor Oh informed them with a polite smile before walking away.

"Yongin, I believe you should go in first to see Narae." Sanghee suggested as Yongin nodded absent-mindedly before doing just that.

"So," Kisuk began, but Seul cut him off.

"You and Sanghee can visit Mom. Yeon and I have other things to take care of."

"I see." Their father responded a bit dejectedly. "Well, take care."

"Thanks. You, too." Seul curtly responded before she and Yeon bid them goodbye.

Yeon was the only one to return to work as Seul had to meet up with a lawyer that finally got back to her and could only meet today and soon to go about legal procedures concerning Seokwon. At the same time something had come up for Yuna and she was unable to care for Jangmi for the rest of the day. So that left Yeon to babysit her niece at her job even though she could've just not gone back, but she remembered that she had to finish a few reports that were already due by the end of the week and didn't need more piling up.

So when Yeon appeared with her niece at the lobby Chahee beamed at the child and told Yeon that her daughter was adorable and looked just like her. Yeon had to immediately correct Chahee who quickly apologized for the assumption. After clearing up that situation Chahee had issued a special visitor pass for the child with an image of some cartoon character featured on the pass. Soon afterwards they rode the elevator which Yeon forgot that her niece found very amusing and almost continued the mini ride for Jangmi until remembering she couldn't play. Walking hand-in-hand with Jangmi who seemed to look around the office in awe, Yeon's path was stopped by two of her colleagues, Kevin and Jacob.

"So, Yeon, who is this?" Kevin asked in almost a sing-song like tone while he and Jacob crouched down to Jangmi's level.

"Hi." Jacob greeted the toddler in a soft tone. "I'm Jacob."

"And I'm Kevin. Hi." Kevin followed after.

Yeon didn't bother answering as she just let her niece greet the two males.

"Hi." Jangmi greeted with a toothy grin. "I'm MiMi."

"How old are you, MiMi?" The duo asked.

Jangmi held up three fingers as the males were impressed.

"Wow."

Jangmi giggled at their reactions. The pair continued to gush at the toddler and Yeon had to finally drag her niece away from the two males who still wanted to interact with Jangmi. Yeon finally made it to her desk as she got Jangmi situated before she herself could get herself all settled in when she heard her boss' office door opened a few seconds later. Sangyeon hadn't noticed the child while speaking to his secretary in a firm tone.

"Welcome back to work, Ms. Lee. I see that you've returned two hours and fifty-seven minutes later when I wasn't aware that you had left in the first place. Could you tell me why that is please?"

Just as Yeon was going to apologize for her abrupt departure, but she momentarily paused curiously at how detailed the time was that her boss had stated. She shook the thought away and had barely opened her mouth until hers and Sangyeon's focus turned onto the toddler when Jangmi greeted the male.

"Hi."

Sangyeon's demeanor changed as he cast the child a warm smile and greeted the young child.

"Well, hello to you."

Yeon was weirded out by her boss' sudden behavior, but didn't comment on it as to not return the attention back to her. Instead she amusingly watched the two interact with one another thinking that she was off the hook. That was until Sangyeon remembered that he was at work and reminded himself of that before he righted himself.

"Um, why is this child here, Ms. Lee?" He asked, facing Yeon again. "Is she your daughter?"

"She's in my care for the time being." She answered him. "And no, she's not. She's my niece."

"Oh. Okay, but you do know that it's not a place for a child to be. Correst?"

"I'm well aware of that, but some things came up and I'm the only one that can look after her."

"I see. Is that why you left all of a sudden?"

"No. It was something else."

"Then why didn't you pick up my calls?"

Sangyeon changed the subject in a nonchalant manner, but Yeon quirk a brow in confusion.

"When?"

"I've been calling you since I found out you left wondering why you suddenly left without my knowledge or informing me."

"Oh? twelve times?"

"I say it was less than that." Sangyeon commented casually, but he knew it was more than that if you looked through the call history.

Yeon didn't really care as she continued to speak in a nonchalant manner.

"Ah, so that was your number. Yeah, I don't pick up random numbers I don't know even if they call me many times."

Sangyeon scoffed at his secretary's answer.

"Well, now you do and you should save it just in case something like this happens again, Ms. Lee, especially as my secretary."

"Will do, Mr. Lee."

"I believe that you should do it right now."

"Do what?"

"Save my number."

"Oh. Um, sure. Just give me a moment."

Before Sangyeon could actually get his secretary to urgently do that, Yein from Sales arrived to deliver some documents to Sangyeon, but was without a doubt distracted by Jangmi.

"Aww, hi." Yein greeted the child while becoming eye level with her. "What's your name?"

"MiMi." Jangmi answered with a giggle. "Hi."

"Aww, you're so adorable." Yein continued to gush over the child. "Did you come with mommy to work?"

Yeon didn't bother to correct her colleague.

"Auntie isn't my mommy." Jangmi corrected the female instead.

Yeon slightly chuckled at her niece's words as Yein felt a bit sheepish.

"Oh, sorry."

Sangyeon coughed to get Yein's attention.

"Ahem, Ms. Ahn."

Yein didn't hear him as she was too busy communicating with the toddler. Sangyeon coughed louder and said her name louder than last time.

"Ahem, Ms. Ahn."

Yein heard him this time around.

"Oh, right. Sorry, Mr. Lee."

Yein straighten up as she handed the files over to Sangyeon.

"These are for you from Ms. Jung. She wanted to make sure they got to you before lunch time."

She bowed before hurrying away and waving goodbye to Jangmi. Sangyeon scanned the files before casting his eyes onto where Yeon should've been standing, but no longer was. His eyes wandered to find her and spotted her holding the child while making her way somewhere.

"Ms. Lee." He called out to her.

"Ah, yes?" Yeon answered while momentarily stopping to look over at her boss.

"Where are you going?"

"To the toilet. Jangmi needs to go."

"Goooo." Jangmi stressed as Yeon reassured her niece.

"Yes, MiMi, we're going, we're going."

"But I need you to in-"

Sangyeon didn't finish his sentence as Yeon paid him no mind and basically rushed off to get the child to relieve herself without causing some type of accident if she didn't get her niece to the restroom. Sangyeon tsked in annoyance before letting out a controlled breath.

"Deep breath, Sangyeon. Life happens. Just make sure she gets to these by the end of the week and everything's all good."

He let out another calm breath before placing the documents that Yein had handed to him earlier onto Yeon's desk before making his way to his own office.

#staytheb #tbzfics #sf9 scenarios #the boyz scenarios #kim youngbin #lee sangyeon

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Pansy - Ji Changmin

Genre(s): fluff, angst, childhood friends au, neighbors au, brother’s best friend au (Three au’s for the price of one!)

Pairing: Reader & Ji Changmin/Q (The Boyz)

Words: 7.4k (00:30)

Warning: Lots of swearing from one character

Over the years, you learned that being a Pansy wasn’t so bad.

Six

The swing set in your backyard, coupled with a bright yellow slide about twice your height, had to be your favorite place in the world. Your aunt — or maybe your uncle, you couldn’t remember — gave it to you and your older brother once her children had grown too big for it. The blue swing was yours, and the green swing was your brother’s, as it was bigger (according to him) and therefore he deserved it. Though, you were happy with having the blue swing, as it was something undeniably yours.

Which was why, coming home from the last day of kindergarten to your favorite place in the world, you were less than ecstatic to find some boy sitting in your swing.

Logan seemed to be doing his classic "swinging higher than mum or dad liked" move on his green swing. He was only eight, but he already liked going above and beyond. While he swung back and forth, your eyes studied the stranger in your spot.

He sat still in the swing, his feet planted firmly on the dirt underneath. The grass from before had been uprooted long ago from weeks of being kicked and stomped. His eyes were on yours as well, only fitting of a child seeing someone new for the first time.

"Who's this?" Normally you were quite good at meeting people; your parents complimented you on it much more than Logan, which you took almost too much pride in. But on that day, a stranger was sitting in the only place you knew was your own, and you were not happy about it.

"Changmin," Logan answered, his voice warping as he swung high above you. "He's from the new family across the road."

The house across the road had been empty for a while, but a few weeks ago, two moving vans filled the street and loud noises interrupted your tea party. You knew they had a kid, you just weren't expecting Logan to befriend him so quickly, especially since he only had two friends at school. Maybe your mom made him go over with her and dad to greet the new family with over-baked chocolate chip cookies, just as they did with every new neighbor.

"He's on my swing," was all you said, as you weren't ready to confront the new boy — Changmin, just yet. It may have been your swing, but Changmin could've been like the boys at school, and confronting them was never a good idea. 

"That's not your swing, that's my swing."

"No, your swing is the green one and mine is the blue one! Why do you get two swings anyway?!" You stomped your little feet beneath you in protest, hands on your hips and cheeks puffed out. 

"'Cause I'm older, pansy."

Logan had been calling you pansy ever since he learned the word because your parents would always chide him for calling you "stupid" or "idiot". You thought pansy was a lot worse, though. You were no pansy.

"You're only two years older dummy!" You stomped off into the house, ready to tattle to the first parent you saw.

"Hey!" Logan yelled after you. "Dummy is a banned word, pansy!"

•

For the first week of Logan and Changmin's friendship, Changmin thought your name was Pansy.

The first time he called you that, you were beyond shocked. Who was he, the new kid, to call you a pansy? You ignored him, turning up your nose and walking away. As if you were going to interact with some swing-stealer. 

He only learned your real name when your mom had called you all in for dinner. You were sitting at the top of the slide, waiting patiently for a turn on your swing. (Which you never got all week.) She yelled both you and Logan's names out through the screened windows from the kitchen, beckoning you inside for chicken curry and rice. "You're welcome to join us, Changmin, but make sure you ask your folks first."

Changmin looked to Logan, who had jumped off his swing and landed mightily on the grass. "Who's that?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"The other name she yelled," Changmin clarified. "And she didn't say Pansy's name, either."

It took Logan much less time than you to figure out what he meant, so you stayed quiet when Logan burst out laughing.

"That's not their name! It's what you call somebody who's a..." Logan paused as he put an arm over Changmin's shoulders and led him into the house, snapping his fingers when he finally found the word, "a coward!"

Changmin didn't stay for dinner. And Logan somehow got curry all over his shirt.

Seven

Changmin turned out to be the same age as you, which you only figured out once he transferred into your first-grade class. Apparently, the private school he was going to before didn't fit his parents' standards. Though, you never understood why your regular public school was any better, other than maybe the fact that it was only a two-minute walk from your houses.

Even though he was your age, he joined in on calling you a pansy. 

Since Logan had started using the word as punctuation more than an actual insult, you'd begun to desensitize, yet Changmin saying it gave the word more sting. You never did anything to him, so you wondered why he would ever call you that. Your parents always said that Logan used the word because he was your brother, so what was Changmin's excuse? 

He started coming over every afternoon, once school let out for the day, so you'd been relegated to using your swing at nighttime when the stars twinkled and the bugs serenaded each other. It was peaceful, nice even, but cold and lonely. 

"Changmin here says you two are neighbors," Miss Ossen said in her sing-song elementary teacher voice, "so why don't you show him around the playground, hm? Ask him what he likes to do."

It was Changmin's second day at your school. On his first day, Logan's third-grade class had gone on a field trip to some botanical garden, so he had no one to play with during recess, but you knew that today he'd surely find Logan and cling onto him like a leech. He didn't need your help.

"He likes swings, Miss O," you said with a huff. "Blue swings."

You got in trouble for being rude to a classmate.

Ten

The first time you thought you might be a pansy was fourth grade, when you found out you were afraid of heights.

The whole class was playing grounders with a few of the sixth graders, a game where one person had their eyes shut and everyone else had to avoid them. At. All. Costs. (According to the sixth graders.) Changmin was 'it' and had you trapped in a corner along with another classmate, but they ran and took the only hiding spot. Your only choice — other than being tagged — was climbing the playground equipment and hanging off the edge. You'd never done it before, but you'd seen Logan and Changmin do it plenty of times. If they could do it, surely you could too, you thought. But when you climbed over the railings, you realized how far up you really were. The sand blurred beneath you, and you screamed, making Changmin open his eyes in shock.

"What's wrong?"

You didn't answer, just screwed your eyes shut as sobs began to rack from your chest. Your grip on the playground equipment tightened more, if possible, as you tucked your head in. The world blurred around you as you drowned it out, focusing only on your grip and the blooming colors behind your eyelids.

You don't remember exactly what happened, but you have a faint memory of Logan and Changmin pulling you over the railing.

"Why'd you go up there, stupid?!" Logan chastised.

You didn't have enough air in your lungs to complain about his use of a banned word, so you only crouched down and cried as they watched.

"Don't cry," Logan mumbled, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets. He wouldn't look at you, instead, his eyes skirted everywhere else. "You're such a pansy."

Through squinted, blurry eyes, you looked up at your brother and Changmin, who was standing awkwardly in front of you. His fingers kept twitching as his arms lay limp at his sides, but he made no move to comfort you. All you could do was cry until the bell rang a minute later.

That afternoon, Changmin told Logan he wanted to play games inside, so you went to the backyard and sat on your swing. Maybe you were a pansy after all. 

Eleven

After Logan moved on to middle school, Changmin was left behind without his older friends, but he seemed to have no trouble becoming friendly with the boys in your class. Though, he was always closest with Logan. School ended earlier for him than you and Changmin, so you'd find him already in the backyard every day after you'd walked home.

You sat at the top of the yellow slide as Logan and Changmin swung back and forth, braiding too-big flower crowns out of the backyard's abundance of dandelions. The first one was much too big for your head, so you made it a necklace instead.

It'd become a sort of daily tradition. The boys on the swings and you atop the wooden platform the slide came off of. Your time on your swing came when Changmin would leave for the night, and you were fine with that. He was Logan's friend, and yours too, you supposed, so there was no point in arguing over it. Besides, he let you take it if you really wanted — despite Logan's adamant attitude about older-brother-ness and superiority or whatever. 

"What are the older kids like?" Changmin asked, his feet uprooting the grass as he abruptly stopped swinging.

Logan kept swinging, unbothered. "Tall. But mum said I'll be that tall when I grow up, too."

You often wondered why Logan chose to be best friends with Changmin rather than other boys his age, as well as the other way around, but over the years, you realized they were, in a way, meant for each other. Logan was loud and overbearing, while Changmin was shy and under spoken, but when they were together, Logan became a good listener (to Changmin, at least) and Changmin plucked up courage from seemingly nowhere. Each brought out the good in the other. Maybe not the best, as Logan still wouldn't listen to you — or anyone else for that matter — and Changmin would never stand up for himself if Logan wasn't around, but still, good.

Changmin asked a lot about junior high, even though Logan had only been there for less than a year. At the dinner table, Logan would always tell your parents that it was no different from elementary — that he was handling it perfectly, especially science, but he talked about it completely differently with Changmin. Like it was a whole new adventure, but still, nothing to be scared of.

"How tall?"

"Taller than me, so way taller than you," Logan said casually as he kept swinging. He was almost too big for the swing, you thought. Maybe it was the feeling that came with the swingset that kept him going, not the comfort of the swing itself.

"Logan," you cut into their conversation, holding up a completed flower crown — the first one actually crown-sized.

Your brother scrunched his nose, eyes thinning, and you dropped your hands to your lap. "Ew, I don't want that. It'll make me look like a pansy."

The pout on your lips was much too evident for your liking.

"Give it to Changmin," Logan compromised, "he likes flowers."

You held up the flower crown in front of you again, asking Changmin with your eyes if he wanted it. He seemed almost panicked when he sent some sort of look to Logan, but eventually, he gave you a slow, hesitant nod. At that, you went down the yellow slide (which was much more exhilarating when you were three feet tall) and walked over to where he sat on your swing.

He looked up at you as you approached, and you swore you could see the whole sky reflected on his eyes, clouds and all. The yellow dandelions looked great against his soft brown hair; you were almost jealous. Once you'd placed it on his head, you'd planned to go back to where you were, but for some reason, you stayed standing in front of Changmin. Entranced.

"See?" Logan pulled you back to your senses. "It looks good on him. You wouldn't like it on me."

You didn't see that Changmin was still staring.

Thirteen

Logan stopped swinging. Now, in the afternoon, after all of you walked home together, he and Changmin would take over the living room and play video games. Or sometimes they'd take various balls from the garage and bring them to the park. Either way, you finally had your swing back during daylight. Though it wasn't as fun without Logan or Changmin around, you still swung as high as possible, getting closer and closer to the sun's kisses.

You weren't in the same homeroom as Changmin, so you only shared one class together that year — math. There were things he understood that you didn't, and things you understood that he didn't. You helped each other out, but that was the extent of your relationship on school grounds. Your friends always asked why Changmin called you "Pansy" when you passed each other in the halls, but you never had a real answer. He just did.

He meant no malice behind it. That's just what he called you.

Even Logan had stopped calling you a pansy, but to Changmin, you guessed it just stuck. Not a pansy, but Pansy. You never asked him why he still called you that; for some reason, you just didn't feel the need to.

On a particularly sunny Wednesday, Logan stayed home sick, all whiny and annoying even though it was just a cold. You and Changmin walked home together, just the two of you, for the first time since last year. The walk was silent, but not uncomfortable.

As soon as you reached the house, Changmin immediately went up to Logan's room, but he was kicked out by your mother.

"I can't have two sick young boys in my house," she said. "The whole neighborhood will get infected."

He joined you outside in the backyard with a simple explanation. "My parents aren't home yet and I don't have a key."

Neither of you used the swings the way they were supposed to be used that day, just sat and conversed. Caught up with each other. Somehow, even though you saw him every day, you'd never talked to him like this before. You barely even know what you talked about, but you spent hours that day just… with him and nothing but him.

His parents were home long before he returned.

Fifteen

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

You looked at the people around you, all of them sitting in a circle on some classmate's living room floor. The half-empty bottle of soda that you'd just spun pointed straight at Changmin.

"...I thought this was truth or dare," you said, confusion clear in your voice.

Everyone, except Changmin of course, looked at you as if you were crazy (you did just spin a bottle, after all) then went back to chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

"Fine!" You only raised your voice to shut everyone up — if that classmate's parents heard, you'd be embarrassed past mars — but maybe you sounded a bit angry. Getting on your hands and knees to cross the circle, you grasped Changmin's chin and turned his head to the side, planting a quick, almost nonexistent kiss on his cheek. That might have been the fastest you'd ever done something. If there were races like that at the Olympics, you'd win every event.

On a late Friday night in a house you don't remember the owner of, you gave your first kiss. (On the cheek.)

On a late Friday night in a house he'll never forget, Changmin received his first kiss. (On the cheek.)

Sixteen

You didn't know why, but Logan and Changmin were incommunicado.

When you asked your mother about it, she simply said she'd heard them arguing while you were out, but she couldn't figure out exactly what they were saying. Apparently, Logan had pushed Changmin all the way out of the house and slammed the door in his face.

Logan wouldn't answer you, not clearly anyway, when you asked after a whole week of radio silence.

"You're not allowed to worry about it," he told you. "And you're not allowed to talk to Changmin either. You're on my side this time — you know, blood before hoes or something."

"That's not even close."

•

You totally went against what Logan said (but when did you ever listen to him anyway?) and knocked on Changmin's bedroom door that night.

Judging by his facial expression, he wasn't expecting you at all, though you supposed showing up like that was quite out of the blue.

"Oh, Pansy… um, come in." He opened the door and gestured behind him into the room, but when he did, his eyes widened and he immediately slammed it shut. From behind the door, he raised his voice, "Give me a minute! Maybe five!"

Four minutes later, he invited you in for real.

You sat down in the chair he had for his desk, pulling your legs up to sit in a way the chair was clearly not made for. "So… what's up with you and Logan?"

You never saw the point in pussyfooting around what you wanted to talk about. 

Changmin stood by the door after closing it, seemingly feeling too awkward to sit with you. Maybe it was because of the topic or maybe it was because this would be your first time in his room, either way, his awkward tension was almost making you feel uncomfortable yourself.

"...You noticed?"

"How could I not notice? You haven't come over in a week, and that hasn't happened since you caught the flu in sixth grade."

"Right…"

The last time Changmin looked this awkward around you was within the first few months of meeting, so you had no idea what was making him so tense now — ten years later.

"Sit down," you said, pointing at his gray sheets, "this isn't an interrogation, chill out."

Once he sat — though still stiff — you asked again, “Alright, give it up, what’s the deal? Logan won’t tell me anything.”

“I thought you said this wasn’t an interrogation,” Changmin whined.

“It’s not. It’s not, I swear.” You shifted in the chair, not sure how to position yourself comfortably in the new environment. “I just want to know why you two fought, or, I guess, why you’re still fighting. Logan’s really sad about it, trust me. I offered him a peanut butter cup yesterday, and he refused! Can you believe that?!”

“Really?”

“Really!” Logan loved peanut butter cups more than he loved physics, and that said a lot for a nerd like him. “And! A few days ago he got accepted into his first-choice university — the one downtown, but when mum and dad suggested we go out with your family to celebrate, he shut himself in his room!”

Changmin seemed to relax and tense up at the same time if that were possible. It was almost as if he was glad Logan wasn’t taking any of his anger out on anyone, but also feeling guilty for fighting in the first place. That was what you guessed, anyways.

"What did he do? Did his friends make fun of your dancing again? Because I swear to god—"

"No!" he interrupted, then cleared his throat. "No, he didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault."

You clicked your tongue. Changmin was never at fault; it was always Logan and his big mouth.

"Oh come on, Changmin. I've literally never seen you be the stupid one when you guys fight. You don't have to protect Logan all the time."

He wasn't looking at you, but his hands instead. They fiddled with each other in his lap, picking at his nails or rubbing his knuckles. "It really is my fault…"

"Oh." The air in his room was suddenly stale. "What happened?"

There was a silence, one that made you want to curl up into yourself and disappear. It felt as if you were intruding on something you shouldn't have. And even then, you still had no idea what was going on.

After a moment, Changmin didn't answer your question but asked one instead. "You really love Logan, don't you?"

You were caught off guard by his words. It wasn't, "do you love your brother," but, "I know you love your brother, will you admit it?"

And the truth was, you didn't know how you really felt about Logan. He was annoying, egotistical, obnoxious, but he was also ambitious, self-confident, not afraid to say what he's thinking. Sometimes you were jealous of him, of people like him, because there were times you too wanted to yell at the top of your lungs or pursue your dreams without caring what other people think. He may have been overbearing, but he brought out the voices in others.

"Nah," you finally answered. "There's no way I'd love that idiot."

Changmin breathed a heavy sigh. He knew you were lying. "That's the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing." He stood from the bed and walked over to the door, opening it. "You should go. Logan and I will figure this out."

•

They figured things out. You weren't a part of it, but they did.

After that, Changmin didn't talk to you.

He stopped helping you with math or saying hi when you passed each other in the halls. He stopped greeting you when he and Logan were in the living room and you'd walk through to the kitchen for a snack. He stopped that small smile he always made when you met his eyes, and instead kept looking away as fast as he could.

You wanted to ask, to complain, but you never found the right timing. Changmin wouldn't even look in your general direction, and Logan would avoid the topic like the plague.

Months passed, and you still couldn't figure it out. What did you ever do so wrong?

Both swings were much too small for you now, but that didn't deter you. The cool night air sent pinpricks to your cheeks. It felt like a slap to the face, the way it stung, though you didn't mind. You sat in the blue swing, pushing your feet against the dirt and going back and forth only a foot or two, thinking about what had brought you here. A dandelion flower crown sat atop your head, and another hung around your wrist.

Voices came from inside the house when the back door opened, and Logan walked out, Changmin in tow. They made it halfway to the garage — both of them skillfully avoiding eye contact — before Logan patted both of his back pockets and cursed.

"I left my keys somewhere. Wait here."

He ran back into the house, leaving Changmin to stand alone in the middle of your backyard. You watched as he stared at his shoes, stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, kicked around stray leaves. He wouldn't look at you.

"Changmin."

He tensed but didn't look up.

"Changmin."

He sighed and turned to face you. His actions told you he was angry, but his face said differently. He looked scared. Afraid. But of what?

"Come here."

His steps were slow and careful, but he eventually made his way in front of you, about a foot away. You gestured for him to lean down, and he did, before placing your second flower crown on his head. His eyes widened as he straightened back up, his hands going up to inspect what you'd done. His fingers ran delicately over the dandelions.

You smiled. A tired, but happy smile. "Yeah… these always looked better on you, didn't they?"

"I—"

"Did I do something?" Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you held them back. "I can't help but think I did something, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what."

He took half a step closer. "No, no don't say that. You didn't do anything."

"Then what happened?"

"I…" His explanation faded away as he came even closer, both hands on the chains of your swing. Your faces were so close that you could see the imperfections in his skin; the acne from growing up, the spots from his days in the sun. His eyes glistened, though you didn't know why. Shouldn't you be the one crying?

You thought he might continue, but he only gulped. He adjusted his grip on the chains, eyes moving from yours to your lips and back again. For a second — just a second — you thought he might kiss you.

Stupid.

He stepped away too quickly for you to comprehend and took off the flower crown, putting it on your head so you wore two. Logan stepped out and found Changmin already on his way to the garage, with you staring at him open-mouthed.

The tears that you'd worked hard to keep away finally spilled over your cheeks. You didn't stop them.

As Logan pulled out of the garage, Changmin caught one last glance at you sitting on your blue swing, two flower crowns on your lowered head.

He never meant to make you cry.

Seventeen

"You're in group six, so go wait by the…" Your Leadership Strategies teacher squinted at her clipboard. "By the volleyball nets."

Your school was hosting some sort of event for children around eight to ten, with random games and snacks in and outside the school's gymnasium. It was a huge thing that happened every year, but this was the first time you'd volunteered — well, it was for a class, so maybe not "volunteered" per se.

The volleyball nets were in the corner of the gym, tucked away for the offseason. You could already see a group of kids waiting around there with another student volunteer.

Changmin.

You sucked in a breath, pausing in the middle of the gym. He and you hadn't said anything to each other since that night almost a year ago. But that shouldn't have made you so hesitant. You were a strong person, you liked to think, so this really shouldn't have affected you as much as it did — and for so long. Changmin must have been past it by now, and there was no way you'd lose to him like that.

Raising your chin, you walked to the group.

If Changmin was surprised about being partnered with you, he didn't show it. He gathered all the kids in a circle and sat down with them without so much as batting you an eye. His eyes shone as he talked to the children, and his bright smile never left his lips.

Okay. So you might lose to him like that.

You cleared your throat and looked at the instructions your teacher had given you. Introductions first.

"Okay, kids! Let's go around the circle and introduce ourselves," you said cheerfully. "Just tell everyone your name and…" you glanced at the instructions, "your favorite flower."

As an example, you told them your name and thought for a second. A certain, brown-haired boy wearing a certain, yellow flower on his head popped into your head. "...Dandelions. My favorite flowers are dandelions."

They went around saying their names and their favorite flowers like daisies or roses or sunflowers, when finally, halfway through, Changmin was next.

"I'm Changmin," he said, still smiling at the kids. "And my favorite flower? Hmmm…"

From across the circle, he met your eyes.

"Pansies. I've always loved pansies."

•

"Logan?"

"Hm?"

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the one on the closet by your front door, wondering if what you wore was good enough for the get-together you were going to tonight. 

"If I ever had a boyfriend and they broke up with me, would you beat them up?"

Logan looked up from the book he was reading, an eyebrow quirked. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I'm saying, if I did, would you?"

He closed the book and took off his reading glasses. "Dude, I'm five-seven and a hundred twenty pounds — I'm not beating anyone up anytime soon."

"Pfft, nerd."

"Besides," he said, standing up and walking to the fridge, "you're not gonna get a boyfriend while I'm around."

Your bottom lip jutted out. Rude. "Why not?"

With a glass of juice in his hand, he walked up to you on the way to his room and looked you up and down. "Uh, because you're ugly? The fuck kinda question…?"

•

The get together wasn't the most amazing party you'd ever been to, but it was nice seeing everyone and hanging out without the premise of a study session.

When you got home, the clock in your room read 10:38, though since it was about an hour slow, you knew it was really almost midnight. No one else was home; your parents had gone out for the weekend for their anniversary (gag) and your brother left earlier to stay with one of his university friends — he said it was to study for an upcoming engineering exam, but you didn't really believe him.

You changed out of your clothes and into pajamas, brushed your teeth, and you were about to get in bed when the doorbell rang.

In the back of your brain, the thought that, hey, there's literally no salesperson or Jehovah's witness that would go door to door at midnight, crossed your mind, but maybe you were a bit too tired to also think, this could definitely be a serial killer. So you swung the door open.

"The sign says no soliciting—"

Changmin stood on your doormat, head down and hands in his jeans pockets. He looked up when you opened the door, and you immediately noticed the red around his eyes, the tears brimming just behind his eyelids.

"Oh my god," you breathed, taking in the sight of him. "Oh my god, Changmin, what happened? I mean, come in, come in."

You backed away from the door, giving him room to walk in, but he didn't move.

"Is…" he choked out, "is Logan home?"

"He's at a friend's place."

A stagnant silence filled the air between you.

You'd seen Changmin cry plenty of times, sure, but all those times were from years ago; over spilled milk. One of his toy cars had lost a wheel. Or he dropped his multiplication table in a puddle. But this? You'd never had to deal with this before.

"I'll just… I'll just go," Changmin said, turning, but you took one step outside in your bare feet and gently wrapped a hand around his arm.

"No, come in. I'll make you some tea."

Changmin sat on the couch as you walked to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water. As you waited for it to boil, you pulled out your phone to text Logan.

Changmin's here and he's not looking too good. Come home ASAP

You didn't bother to wait for a response.

"Here." You set his mug on the coffee table in front of him and joined him on the couch, keeping a safe distance. After such a long time of only being the 'best friend's little sibling', you weren't sure what boundaries were set between the two of you.

The air felt stiff and cold as you sat there without anything to say. Only the sounds of the house creaking and Changmin's occasional sniffles could be heard for several minutes, but you still kept your mouth shut. Changmin didn't want your help, he wanted Logan's.

Eventually, though, he spoke.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nearly choked on your tea, but you caught yourself and placed your mug on the coffee table. "Of course."

He kept his eyes on his hands, which were clasped in front of him on his lap, though it didn't take away from his sincerity. 

"You never laughed when I said I wanted to be a dancer. Everyone else… they don't believe me the first time I tell them, and then when I say I'm serious, they laugh. I know they try to hide it, but it doesn't work. Nobody's ever believed that I'll make it. Or that it's a good idea. Everyone says it unrealistic— that I should go into business, or science. Or just get a desk job. You never did that though. Thanks."

When he finally looked at you, his close-lipped smile was wide, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh Changmin," you whined, finally breaking. You may not have spoken to each other for almost a year, but you still cared about him. Seeing him in pain still broke your heart.

Despite the boundaries you'd made up, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gently putting one hand on the back of his head and pulling him into a hug. He stiffened but relaxed within a moment, letting his forehead fall to the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. 

"What happened?"

With a heavy sigh, he shivered in your arms. "Nothing happened. I just realized how stupid my dream was."

Was. Not is.

"Changmin…" you started, holding back tears. This was when you needed to be strong. "Your dream isn't stupid. It never was."

You could feel his shaky breath on your skin. Two hands slowly snaked their way around your waist, pulling you closer. If this was any other situation, your heart may have fluttered, but this wasn't about warm touches, or skin contact, or crushes, this was about a person who needed you and what you were willing to give. Changmin was sinking, and you didn't know if you were strong enough to bring him back up again.

"Most— most people give up on their dreams, Changmin. They give up earlier in their lives and they're just… jealous— envious. They want to follow their 'stupid' and 'unrealistic' dreams just as much as you do, but they've already given up, and they're upset that you haven't given up too." You ran your thumbs back and forth on his scalp and his back, hopefully in a comforting way. "I want you to follow your dreams, Changmin— to achieve them. You're stronger than the rest of us. Show us how it's done. Give us hope that dreams aren't dead… because I know you can. And you will."

He pulled away.

Your shoulder felt cold with his tears left behind, and you feared you said something wrong. Did you offend him in some way? Were you being insensitive? Was— 

"Thanks," he said, laughing lightly as he leaned back into the couch, hands returning to clasp each other in his lap. "I… really needed to hear that."

"Oh…" Relief flowed through you like a stream, slow but sure, as you sank back to sitting regularly, this time much closer to his side than before.

He wiped the remaining tears from his eyes, then turned to you, his face much closer than it had been in a while. "There's just one thing, though."

You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, trying to figure out what else he was upset about, but you came up with nothing. He didn't seem that distraught over it. 

"A dream," he answered your silent question, "but I had to give up on it a couple years ago."

"What…" you stumbled over your own words when he moved his entire body to face you, and you unconsciously did the same, "what dream?"

His hand reached up to your cheek, grazing your skin with the touch of a butterfly's wing; there, but so light, you'd think it was a dream if you weren't watching it with your own eyes. You saw his eyes flicking back and forth all over your face — at your eyes, your cheeks, your lips.

You wanted to ask him again — what his dream was — but he leaned in.

And maybe you leaned in too.

The kiss was slow, shaky, unsure, as if the slightest misstep could destroy you both. You supposed it might, with the minefield that had been your relationship until now, but the feeling of his lips against yours, of his fingers landing on the skin behind your ears, of his thumb grazing your cheek, they all pulled you into a whirlpool you had no intention of escaping.

You kissed him back slowly — with everything that you'd missed saying over the past decade, but after a moment, he retreated.

Your lips followed his unconsciously, but when they couldn't find his, you opened your eyes. He sat there, looking at you with tears about to spill.

"I'm sorry," he nearly sobbed, bringing his hands up to wipe the oncoming tears. "I'm sorry, I just… I've wanted to… for so long… I—"

You slipped your hands under his to cup his cheeks and raised his head so you could look him in the eyes. Tears of your own started to fall, but that wasn't your main priority at the moment. You smiled. It was easy, yet so difficult at the same time, but you smiled.

"Me too, Changmin. Me too."

He broke, his face crumpling before he tackled you. Your back hit the couch cushions and you laughed at his desperation. He looked as if you'd shattered and blown away, but you were there.

You were there.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and chest laying on yours. When he raised his head, his tears had ceased again, and despite the red of his eyes, the puffiness, the streaks down his face from crying, he looked happy. Elated. In…

In love. Maybe.

You wondered if your eyes reflected his, shiny and bright.

"Pansy?" Changmin whispered, his lips almost touching yours as it was.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"Okay."

It was messy, full of tears, past midnight, and on your living room couch when you shared your first kiss with the boy you loved, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except for how it ended.

Logan slammed the front door shut when he came in, the view of you and Changmin on the couch clear as day from where he stood. He stormed in and pulled Changmin off you before you even knew what happening, throwing him to the floor.

"This better be a fucking hallucination, Changmin," he growled. "This better be a fucking mirage because I did not just fucking see you making out with my little— agh!" He rubbed the palms of his hands in his eye sockets. "I don't even want to fucking think about it."

"Please— wait, I can explain—"

"I don't want your explanations! I don't need them! This was exactly what we agreed wouldn't happen, and look what you go fucking do."

Logan pointed a finger at you, but you were still frozen. You had no idea what the hell was going on. What they agreed wouldn't happen? You?

"I just—"

"No, you don't get to say anything right now. Get out."

"I—"

"OUT!"

Changmin stood, and when he went to leave, he reached to touch you, to reassure you somehow that things would be okay, but Logan swiped his hand away. "Don't you fucking dare."

From the look in his eyes, you knew Changmin wanted nothing more than to stay, but you doubted either of you had any say in the matter.

Changmin left without another word.

"...Logan," you said after a moment.

"No words."

He walked out the door again, and you ran to the windows to make sure he was driving off — instead of going to Changmin's house and finishing what he started.

An Hour Before Eighteen

Logan came home late the next day, immediately going straight to his room. You got up from where you waited at the kitchen table and followed.

The door creaked when you pushed it open. "Logan—"

"Out," he said without looking up from his desk.

"No, it's my turn to talk now."

He sighed. As your brother, he knew you weren't backing down. Not this time.

"Fine. Talk away."

You sat down on his bed, which was covered in laundry he had yet to put away and homework he had yet to finish. "What happened yesterday? And don't tell me it's regular older brother stuff because I know it's not."

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"I deserve an explanation."

"You don't deserve anything." He finally looked up from whatever he was doing to face you. "This is between me and Changmin."

"But it's not anymore. It's between you and Changmin and me, ever since last night. And if you don't tell me anything, then I'm going to Changmin."

"Oh, and what? Start dating him?" He scoffed. "Do you know how bad of an idea that is?"

At your look of confusion, he scoffed again.

"What happens if you fight, huh? If you break up? Our families have been friends since I was eight. If you get all your stupid relationship problems mixed up in that, the whole thing will fall apart. If you fight, whose side am I supposed to take? Yours? Or my best friend's?"

"...You sound like you've thought about this a lot," you said, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah, well Changmin's basically been in love with you since that stupid flower crown thing you did. I've had a long time to overthink."

"He has?"

Logan swiveled in his chair, back to half-heartedly writing in his notebook. "Don't act like you don't know. He did a terrible job of hiding it."

"I really didn't," you mumbled, "he didn't talk to me for like… a year."

"That was me, not him. Trust me, he wanted to talk to you."

For a while, you sat in silence. The only sound was Logan's pencil scratching on the paper.

"Fine! Whatever!" he finally exploded. "Go to your prince charming, I don't care anymore!"

A Few Minutes Before Eighteen

Changmin's mother answered the door and rushed you to his room, complaining that he hadn't come out all day.

You didn't bother knocking, instead just opening the door and walking in. "Changmin…?"

A mass under a bundle of blankets on the bed moved at the sound of your voice, and Changmin's head poked out. He gasped when he saw you, eyes wandering all over as if to make certain you were actually there in front of him. You smiled and walked forward, crawling onto the bed, to which he threw off the blankets and gathered you in his arms.

"Oh my god," he breathed, squeezing you even harder. "Oh my god."

"Hi."

"Hi." He sounded breathless. Like he could break any second.

"Don't cry again," you said, "it's a happy hug this time."

He nodded, but you could tell with his face tucked in the crook of your neck that he was this close to crying anyways. You stayed like that for a moment, you in his lap with your arms around each other, his face in your neck and your chin on his shoulder.

"...What did Logan say?" Changmin finally asked.

"Something along the lines of… 'You two are so disgustingly cute and romantic that it'd be more of a pain to keep you apart than let you be together.'"

You felt the vibrations of Changmin's laughter through your body, and you couldn't help but join in.

"Besides, I'm turning eighteen in a minute. Logan won't have any say anymore — not that I ever thought he did."

"Hmm," Changmin hummed into your skin. Perhaps he wasn't quite listening to you, instead getting lost in the feeling of you in his arms. You were starting to drift a bit too.

"There's something I want for my birthday."

"What's that?"

Eighteen

"I love you."

You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smiling too.

"I love you too, Pansy."

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148. “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified.” ✦ from my prompt list

[2:48 am] kevin calls you because there’s something on his mind that he wants to tell you. luckily you can’t sleep so you’re all ears, waiting to hear what he has to say. it’s not the first time he calls you at such a late time of the night, though so you’re used to it. it actually makes you happy that he trusts you enough to show you his vulnerable side.

“you know?” he pauses for a moment, trying to sort the thoughts in his head as a heavy sigh leaves his lips.

“i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified.” his words are shocking.

“w-why are you terrified?”

“because there’s a chance that you don’t feel the same way about me, and i’m scared that this would ruin our friendship.”

oh little did he know that he’s so wrong.

“i love you too, kevin.” it comes out as a soft whisper but is still audible enough for kevin to hear.

you hear a small gasp from the other line and you chuckle.

“god i’m the happiest guy ever right now, i love you so much, y/n.”

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