#the boyz new soulmate

[juyeonszn]

SACRIFICE (EAT ME UP)

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 9.17k

GENRES horror ﹒ smut ﹒ angst ﹒ fluff ig?

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, mentions of murder, descriptions of crime scenes, mentions of blood, mentions of knifes, graphic description of stab wounds, mentions of potential mental illness, THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT CONSTITUTE WARNINGS BUT ?!1?1 I DONT WANT TO SPOIL !1!2!2, Lots of Kissing, mutual masturbation (f! receiving fingering & m! receiving hand job), pillow talk ig, big dick hyunjae 😈, um unprotected sex lol be safe u silly geese, car sex, cowgirl position yeehaw, creampie, this entire fic is just a whole fucking roller coaster i stg it’s gonna haunt me forever

SUMMARY with a serial killer running rampant on campus, everyone around you seems to be dropping like flies. but, hey, at least you have hyunjae to protect you.

MORE omg.. my first written work for tbz 🙀 extra super fun fact; this was originally an idea i had for hyunjin from skz on my other blog that i actually started writing the week before halloween last year (the reason it’s a horror fic), but i never finished and sort of felt like there was no point in continuing it after a while— that is until i stumbled upon the draft a few weeks ago and decided to revamp, edit, and complete it 😋 i kept going back and rereading and then blanking when i wanted to add to it until last night when i said fuck it and drank two cups of coffee to power through the end 🙌 anyways.. here u all go, my baby that i never thought would see the light of day and my first time writing a genuine horror piece <3 also special shoutout to rina my soulmate @tsukidou for beta reading 🫶

PLAYLIST sacrifice (eat me up) — enhypen, awake — the boyz, roar — the boyz, fever — enhypen, fate — enhypen, taste — stray kids, wake up — ateez, white noise — pvris, heaven — pvris

“Alright, that’s all for today’s lecture. If this was your last of the day, make sure to find someone to go home with and remember the curfew rules!” Your English professor says, concluding the class.

The students around you rush to pack up their things and get off of campus as soon as possible. You don’t seem to be in a hurry, though, taking your time to put away your notebook and laptop. Your roommates were still in their music production class, so you didn’t want to go home alone, deciding to wait until they were done.

“Y/N, don’t you wanna get home?” Professor Park asks, her voice echoing in the now empty lecture hall. She throws the strap of her bag over her shoulder and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“I do, but I have to wait for my roommates. They’re in a class right now and I’d rather not go by myself.” You let out an awkward laugh. She nods at your reasoning, giving you a small smile for comfort.

“Okay, you be careful! I’ll see you on Thursday.”

You raise your hand in a silent salutation, watching as she exits the room, leaving you completely alone. Though a public space, in a public building, the fact that there’s no one else nearby leaves you utterly unsettled. Your stomach churns with a twinge of fear and you start to feel a bit claustrophobic despite being in such a spacious area, so you choose this point to hurriedly collect your belongings and get the hell out of there.

The past couple of months have been in this weird state of limbo. You don’t recall exactly when the killings started, but once the police noticed a pattern, everyone knew sooner or later that the presence of a serial murderer would be announced on the local news. Your town enforced a citywide curfew to protect its citizens, but mostly the students at your university.

Every single one of the killer’s victims were university students. You were friends with a bunch of guys and while it was nice having big strong men surrounding you, you knew that could hardly do anything to quell the lingering anxiety you’ve felt ever since the spree began.

The police seemed to be having trouble coming up with any possible suspects, or even gaining any leads, thanks to the killer’s unusual victimology and the cool down time between murders always varying. If the people in charge of protecting you couldn’t do that, how were you supposed to feel safe?

In an attempt to get to the building where Jacob, Kevin, and Eric were as fast as you could, you speed walk out of the lecture hall, accidentally bumping into someone. You bow at a nearly ninety-degree angle and hurl out apology after apology following the collision, not trying to make any enemies in this day and time.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” The stranger spits, waiting for you to glance up at him to give you a nasty glare. He looks like the kind of guy who thought he was all that, despite peaking in high school. You feel your bottom lip quiver and you avoid eye contact.

“I—”

“Woah, dude, chill the fuck out. It was an accident, I’m sure she didn’t— wait, N/N, is that you? Hey it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

There’s a familiar voice in your ears and a hand under your chin, forcing you to stand upright. Whoever you bumped into walks away with a scoff. You meet eyes with Lee Hyunjae, one of your dearest friends. He recognizes that hint of panic in your features and he frowns.

“I’m so sorry, Jae, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going—” Your breath is caught in your throat and you fumble over your words.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” he keeps a hold on your biceps. “It’s alright, I promise. He’s gone. What’s wrong?”

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling pathetic for causing such a scene for no apparent reason. Hyunjae guides you through your breathing, his focus trained on you the whole time. He always made you feel so comfortable.

“With everything that’s been going on, I’m just so paranoid and afraid of being alone. I wanted to go to the music department building and wait for the boys.” You finally explain once you’ve calmed down and the rise of your chest is even.

“How about this? I’ll take you home so you don’t have to stay on campus any longer.” He suggests, bringing up a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. You nod slowly, gathering your bearings.

Hyunjae leads you to his car that’s parked in the lot closest to the building you were just in and the two of you make your way to your apartment. You’d been friends with your roommates for years now, meeting in eighth grade. You had just moved schools and happened to be put into a class with Eric Sohn, the most rambunctious boy you’d ever met. He thought you seemed really sweet upon first impression and decided to befriend you, introducing you to all of his friends in turn.

Aside from Eric, there was Sangyeon, Jacob, Younghoon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Kevin, Changmin, Chanhee, Haknyeon, and Sunwoo. While it was a little overwhelming, it was nice going from zero friends to eleven in the span of just a couple days. You were pretty close to all of them, but you and Hyunjae initially hit it off the best. You understood each other on a different level than everyone else and to this day, you still don't know the exact reason why.

Towards the end of high school, your friendship with Hyunjae transformed into something that wasn’t purely platonic. You weren’t entirely sure when it started to change, but your feelings for him grew exponentially. You tried to keep them to yourself, hidden from the world to preserve your fragile teenage heart. Though you’d already been friends with them a few years at that point, you still had that inkling of dread in the pit of your stomach that one day they’d choose to stop talking to you. You especially didn’t want a silly crush to be the cause of that.

After a while, however, the lines began to blur together anyway and everyone could tell you felt for him romantically. Once, Eric had made a comment about it being so painfully obvious that Hyunjae was just as into you and it nearly shook your whole world.

When college time rolled around, you all knew you’d be attending the same university, so picking roommates was a bit of a tricky situation. You chose yours solely based on the fact that you were majoring in similar things, so it’d be easy to fit schedules together. (You also couldn’t handle being roommates with Hyunjae; it’d be too much for your heart.) Hyunjae lived with Juyeon, Changmin, and Sunwoo, while Sangyeon, Younghoon, Chanhee, and Haknyeon lived together.

Hyunjae parks in a spot near the stairs that lead to your unit. The car is still running when you unbuckle your seatbelt and you stare at the steps blankly. Though the close proximity with him has your pulse racing, you want nothing more than some company until your roommates get home. You turn to him shyly, balling up a fistful of your sweater.

“Jae, do you— do you think you could stay with me for a bit before the boys come back? I don’t— I really don’t wanna be alone right now.”

The look he gives you is full of adoration, like you personally put the stars in the sky. He smiles softly and nods, reaching across the center console to place a comforting hand on top of yours. The two of you keep them intertwined as you go inside your apartment, locking all the locks carefully before sitting on your couch.

You don’t make a comment about him not letting go despite already being in the safety of your home. You don’t say anything about him pulling you into his side either, mostly because you want him to.

With all that’s been happening recently, you’ve felt so hollow. There was this indescribable emptiness expanding in you and even though you so desperately wanted to chalk it up to something else, you knew it was due to the fact that there was growing anxiety that you could be next, that any of your friends could be next. You were starting to move like you were in a simulation, doing everything in your daily routine without a single emotion. Sure, you’d laugh when Eric made a stupid joke but that’s about the most anyone could get from you aside from the occasional panic attack.

Hyunjae being here and holding you is exactly what you needed to feel some semblance of warmth again.

There’s a soft knock on your bedroom door around eight that same night, waking you from your slumber. You don’t remember falling asleep or being moved to your bed, so you’re not too sure when Hyunjae left. You rub the sleep from your eyes as you get up to open your door.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you, but we got some takeout if you’re hungry.” Jacob says with an apologetic smile, leaning on the door frame.

You give him a bleary look as you nod, following him into the dining room where your other two roommates were sitting at the table. Eric greets you through a full mouth. A small laugh escapes you when you sit across from him, Kevin adjacent to your seat. The sound of the TV in the living room plays as background noise as the four of you eat.

“So when’d you get home? I thought you were gonna wait for us.” Kevin asks.

“I was, but then I ran into Hyunjae when I was on my way to your building and he offered to bring me home,” you shrug, taking some tteokbokki with your chopsticks. “It was a whole thing, please don’t ask.”

Eric hums to himself, a mischievous grin on his face as he takes a sip of his cola. “Interesting. And you say he’s not into you…”

Heat blooms over your cheeks and you accidentally drop your chopsticks on your plate, their clacking against the ceramic garnering your roommates’ attention. Eric Sohn was now number one on your hit list. Kevin elbows him in the side and tells him to be quiet, despite the tiny upwards curve of his lips.

“If he cares about you as much as he seems like he does, he wouldn’t have left you here alone after you fell asleep,” Jacob mutters, looking at you from his peripherals. “What was the point of escorting you home if—”

“Jacob shut the fuck up,” Eric suddenly blurts, the three of you stare at him as he clambers over to the living room, turning up the volume on the TV. “Look!”

You turn in your chair, your stomach churning at the news report unfolding before you.

“We’re live just outside SNU, where another victim has been found. The body hasn’t been identified yet, but from what we do know, he was a student that attended the school,” the female reporter says into the microphone she’s holding, a glazed over expression in her eyes. “Crime Scene Investigators believe he was murdered at around six this evening, and was assumed to have been making his way home from campus. Updates are expected to come later tonight once we have more information.”

You know that far away, checked out gaze she had all too well. She’s reported on the killings for a while now, no doubt numb to the way things were at this point.

Your appetite spoils immediately and you excuse yourself from the table, making your way back to your room. You sit on your bed and bring your knees to your chest, taking a deep breath in, then covering your mouth when you breathe out to muffle the sob that follows. It was becoming too overwhelming for you and there was nothing you could do about it besides sit back and watch.

It was understandable for anyone in your situation to feel hopeless, how could they not? With someone terrorizing the city in an unpredictable manner, there was no sense of normalcy in anyone’s life. You shudder when you finally bring yourself to stop crying, digging your nails into the fat of your calves.

Through the walls, you can hear the boys talking, voices solemn.

“Why’d you have to put the TV louder, dumbass?”

“Sorry, I just like being up to date on the case, you know? I want to be prepared. What if I need to learn clone jutsu to take out the guy?”

“Eric, you’re such a clown, oh my god.”

“I get that you’re interested and all, but you have to be mindful of Y/N. You know how much this has affected her both emotionally and physically, she doesn’t need the constant reminder that it’s happening. And I’d appreciate if you apologized for telling me to ‘shut the fuck up’.”

There’s a snort in between.

“My bad, I didn’t mean to be rude about it. But while we’re on the topic, I think we both need to admit our mistakes. What you said about Hyunjae to her wasn’t cool either. I know we’re all friends, but it just came across too—”

“It was really snappy, Jacob. And a bit petty.”

“Yeah! What Kevin said.”

“I— you’re right. I just don’t want her getting hurt, in more ways than one.”

You don’t hear much else from the trio and sigh heavily, dragging your hands down your face and wiping your eyes with the heels of your palms. You grab your phone from your nightstand and hesitantly search for Hyunjae’s contact, the line ringing a couple times before he answers.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? Did something happen?”

“N-no, I’m fine. I was just— I wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay,” you mess with your bottom lip. “I heard there was another victim and I didn’t know when you left the apartment, so I just— uh— I just needed to know that you were safe. I called to see if you’d answer.”

You squeeze your eyes shut out of embarrassment, even if he can’t exactly see you. The stuttering was enough to make you go into hiding for the rest of your life if this serial killer didn’t.

“Oh,” you can hear the slight chuckle in his response from the way his breath hits the speaker. “It means a lot that you’d do that, N/N. Really, I appreciate you so much.”

Your lip finds itself between your teeth and your heart is pounding unbearably fast, you think you might be having a heart attack. You bring a hand up to clutch at your chest as a fuzzy feeling courses through your whole being.

Now you were scared for an entirely different reason.

(The main one occupies your mind again later that night when you scroll through your Twitter feed, only to find out the most recent victim was the guy you accidentally bumped into. You feel like some sick version of a guardian angel was looking after you. It makes it hard to fall asleep after that.)

A couple days passed and you found yourself thinking about Lee Hyunjae more than usual.

Not to say that you didn’t already think about him at least once a day, but now it was worse. When you woke up, you wondered if he was still asleep. While you drank your morning coffee, you wondered if it’d taste sweeter had he made it for you. When you had lunch, you wondered if he’d like the spam musubi you made yourself. When you attended your other classes, you wondered which courses he was struggling with this semester.

As you were walking out of your English class, you recalled running into him. Had he not been there, you might’ve driven yourself insane trying to rush over to the music building while diffusing the issue with that stranger.

When you first began to harbor feelings for him, you assumed it would become nothing more than a silly schoolgirl crush. He was attractive and kind to you, but that was just the bare minimum— you thought you’d grow out of it. However, as time went on, what you thought was just puppy love had blossomed into something stronger. It was a force to be reckoned with.

Of course, all of that had been tossed on the back burner with everything that’s going on. Recently you’ve been too afraid for your own safety and well-being to over analyze your interactions with Hyunjae, but now you’re back to square one.

All because he’d done something nice for you.

God, the bar was so low. Was it really too much to ask for someone who was decent? Someone who wasn’t a serial killer?

You were on your way to the music building to wait for Jacob, Kevin, and Eric once again, when you see Hyunjae coming down the hall. He’s on his phone, not paying any mind to his surroundings. You’re about to call out to him when someone stops you, tugging on the sleeve of your sweater gently.

“Hey, Y/N right?” The tall boy asks, a charming smile on his face.

“Uh— yeah,” you nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Y-you are?”

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I must seem like a total weirdo,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m Mingyu! We have English together.”

“Oh, you’re Mingyu? Professor Park told me about you before class today,” you give him a small comforting smile. “I don’t mind helping you!”

“Ah, that’s great to hear. I was a bit worried you’d be more annoyed about having to tutor someone so late in the semester.” Though he’s much taller than you and approached you first, Mingyu comes across as a little shy in nature. It puts you at ease in a way.

“No, not at all! English isn’t always the easiest, I get that. I wanna help as much as I can before finals. Look,” you pause, pulling your backpack off one shoulder to rip out a sheet of paper. “I’ll give you my number so we can arrange meet up dates! I’d prefer if we met at the library if that’s okay with you?”

Mingyu grins and sports a thumbs up in agreement. “That sounds perfect. Thank you so much, Y/N!”

You scribble your phone number onto the paper and hand it to him before parting ways. With the off guard conversation, you nearly forgot about Hyunjae, who was nowhere to be seen now. You feel your lips droop into a frown, since you were hoping you could talk with him for a second.

As you’re walking across the quad to the music building, a wind chill blows past you, making you wrap your arms around yourself. It was mid November and for some stupid reason, you were only wearing a small cardigan.

When you squint up at the sky, you also realize it’s more overcast than anything. There’s an angry grey cloud right above you and you curse yourself for not having an umbrella or a raincoat. You should've been more prepared, especially because of the inconsistent weather this time of year.

Suddenly, the sky is blocked from your view and you furrow your brows, spinning around. Hyunjae stares back at you with a smile ten times warmer than the frigid air surrounding you and a thicker jacket in one hand. The other holds up an umbrella just as tiny droplets begin to fall from above.

His timing couldn’t have been better.

“Heading to the music building?” He asks, skillfully placing the coat on your shoulders.

“Mhm… was gonna wait for the boys.” You respond, a little awestruck by how gorgeous he was. Especially up close. Your eyes fixate on the freckle on his nose rather than his own. He hums, keeping an arm around your shoulders as he leads you in a different direction.

“I can take you home again,” he glances down at you. “I don’t mind one bit.”

“O-okay!”

During the car ride to your apartment, you send a quick text to your roommates about not waiting up. You were happy that your relationship with Hyunjae was evolving. The past couple semesters had been rough, and you hadn’t seen him or any of the other guys nearly as much as Jacob, Kevin, and Eric. (And that was only because you lived with them.)

You toss your keys on to the mini table beside the front door, taking off your shoes with a small groan. The boots were cute, but not very comfortable. Hyunjae follows suit, his sock clad feet shuffling against the floor to sit on the couch.

After switching on the TV, you find a random Hallmark Christmas movie to play in the background, knowing full well that his presence beside you was too distracting. The brunette turns to face you, placing a hand on your thigh gently to get your attention.

“So, who was the dude you were talking to earlier?”

You blink at his question. So he saw you after all. Was he perhaps jealous? The idea shouldn’t make you giddy, but it does. “My professor asked me to tutor him ‘cause he’s struggling with English. Why?”

“Just curious. He seemed a little touchy.” Hyunjae plays with the hem of your sweater.

“O-oh. It’s fine, he wasn’t a random perv, if that’s what you were wondering.”

He scoots a little closer to you, tucking some hair behind your ear. You feel your face flush impossibly hotter. Your heart is racing and your breath is caught in your throat. His body heat radiates off of him with the new proximity.

“Good. It drives me crazy seeing other guys put their hands on you.” He admits bluntly, his hand resting at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder.

You know you look insane, your chest heaving up and down and your eyes widened a little. Like a baby deer caught by a predator. Who knew sweet sweet Hyunjae had a rather risqué side to him? You swallow thickly, not daring to move an inch. His thumb caresses your skin gently, goosebumps littering in its wake.

“Hyunjae…” You breathe, lips parting as you finally make eye contact with him.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.”

You want to scream into the cushion behind you, your hands clamming up. Hyunjae looks like he could swallow you whole if he wanted to, his bottom lip between his teeth as he leans in a bit more. This moment was something straight out of one of your darkest fantasies. You never thought this would ever happen, that either of you would ever actually make a move on the other.

The sound of the front door unlocking catches both of your attention. Hyunjae pulls away from you faster than your brain can comprehend what exactly just occurred. Jacob is the first to walk in, laughing at something Eric said. The three males pause when they see you’re not alone.

The greetings are quick, Hyunjae dapping up the boys as if nothing. He’s also quick to say goodbye, ensuring them that he’ll make sure you’re safe when they’re not around. He gives you that smile of his, the one where his eyes form crescents, and then he’s gone.

You don’t know how much more of this you could take.

“So, Y/N…” Eric starts in the middle of dinner, side eyeing you as he shovels rice into his mouth. “You and Hyunjae have been together an awful lot lately.”

Kevin snorts, kicking the blonde under the table. You suppose it was going to come up eventually. This ‘Will They, Won’t They’ back and forth shit was starting to tire you out. You weren’t getting any younger. Time was passing you up the longer you waited to just say something. And with all that’s been going on, it was silly to be afraid of admitting your feelings.

“He’s being a good friend, Eric,” Jacob sighs, reaching across to flick him on the forehead. “It’s actually really nice that he watches over Y/N when we’re gone.”

Eric grimaces, rubbing the spot that Jacob assaulted. You frown a bit when you realize that he had a point. Hyunjae was treating you like a child that had to be tended to, babysitting you like you weren’t capable of holding your own. Granted, both times he’s come over, you asked him to. So you couldn’t really blame him for assuming you wanted him around to protect you.

“Do y’all think Hyunjae actually likes me? In a non-platonic way?”

Kevin’s spoon clatters onto the floor and they all pause their banter to look at you. Every time your feelings for Hyunjae were brought up, you chose to ignore them and switch the subject. You can’t keep running away.

“Uh— yeah. Duh. Of course he does. I don’t know anyone else who would go out of their way to stay with someone they saw as just a friend multiple times a week so she felt safe.” Kevin finally answers after a moment.

“Okay.” You settle on, taking a sip of your water.

“What do you mean ‘okay’?” He raises an eyebrow at you, but you just shrug.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

As you’re washing the dishes after dinner, you hear the news broadcast over the faucet. Another victim had just been found behind the campus library. The camera shows the scene behind the reporter, something that would’ve made you queasy a couple days ago, but now you feel nothing— just a dull ache in your chest. It’s messy, almost like the killer was in a hurry to get it over with.

The body is covered with a black tarp, paramedics wheeling it away in the corner of the screen. The reporter still wears that dissociated expression on her face as she goes over the details of this victim. She explains that because the murder was done so haphazardly, they were able to identify the body easily.

Twenty three year old Kim Mingyu, Sports Med Major.

The rest of the news report sounds like static in your ears as you scrub away at the dishes mindlessly. Your fingers have pruned and the water was burning the backs of your hands, but you don’t feel it, too checked out to care. It seemed like the killings were getting closer and closer to you. Part of you thought you’d be next every single time.

You had to tell Hyunjae how you felt. It was now or never.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s waiting outside of your apartment complex, leaning against his car. You take careful steps down the stairs, nearly fainting at the sight of him in a hoodie and grey sweatpants. He runs around the car to open the passenger door for you, only shutting it when you’re all buckled up. It’s not long after that he revs the engine and drives off to nowhere in particular, just like you requested. (Curfew ignored.)

It’s silent at first, save for the low hum of his music, R&B that resonates somewhere within your soul. You can’t help but steal a glance from your peripheral, fisting your sweatshirt when you see how concentrated he looks while driving. He has his right hand resting on the gear shift, the other gripping the wheel. You could’ve had this view all to yourself so long ago had you just spoken up.

“Hyunjae,” your voice is wobbly, but you steel yourself to continue. “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do you think— uh— do you think you could pull over?” If you were going to confess, you wanted him to look at you. Besides, the drive was starting to make you jittery.

He nods and goes a bit further, before pulling into an empty lot. He shifts into park, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn his body towards you, giving you his undivided attention. You mirror him, tightening your hold on your sweater when he wets his lips, smiling at you. “Is this what you called me for?”

“Yeah, actually,” you force yourself to keep eye contact, pushing the lump back down your throat. “I’ve wanted to tell you this for years now, if I’m being honest with both of us.”

He chuckles, much like he did the other night over the phone. It drives you just a little crazy. “I’m listening.”

“I— I don’t know how to word this properly…” You wipe your palms on your legs. Come on, Y/N, spit it out already. “Fuck, okay, I like you Hyunjae. Like, really like you. In the way that I sometimes wish you would kiss me until I can’t breathe. I’ve been so afraid of admitting that to myself, but I’ve realized that life is way too short to dwell over the fear of rejection. But please, tell me you feel the same.”

He stares at you with an indecipherable look in his eyes. You feel like throwing up now, you stomach twisting and churning at the thought that you just ruined everything between you. There was no going back after this. He knew.

It’s as if months have passed by in utter silence with Hyunjae just sitting there, no words coming out of his mouth, until finally, he just leans across the center console, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. His vision is trained on your lips, his face close enough that his lashes flutter against your skin. God, he was even more gorgeous from this distance.

Instead of saying anything, he presses his lips to yours, a sweet but desperate kiss that melts away all the worries tucked into your head. They feel so soft on your own, molding together in near perfect timing. It’s like you’d been living for a year without rain and this kiss was the shower that saved you from a drought. It’s all you’ve ever wanted and needed and more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he breathes when he pulls away slightly. “The real thing is so much better than I imagined it would be.”

For once, time slows down in this moment, almost like the world stopped spinning on its axis. Everything slips from your mind and it’s just you and Hyunjae, here in his car in the middle of an empty parking lot. Nothing else matters. You smile at his confession, a genuine smile that was spurred on by contentment rather than force. You felt light and airy, no longer weighed down by such a trivial problem.

“I think I have an idea,” you giggle, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his face. “I’m not too sure, though, I could be wrong. Could you do that again to help jog my memory?”

Hyunjae laughs, (it’s the most melodic sound you’ve ever heard) but doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. You reciprocate his passion, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. He sighs into the kiss, pulling you on top of him. Your legs straddle his lap as best as they can and he reaches down to recline his seat, scooting it as far as it can go from the wheel. The thin material of your fleece shorts hardly hide the feeling of him under you, a low moan pushing into his mouth.

He nips at your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth gently before peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking along the exposed skin from your sweatshirt. You whine, throwing your head back as his tongue soothes over the bruising area. His hands slide under your top, rubbing up and down your sides before moving them down to your thighs, repeating the action.

“You’re so gorgeous on top of me like this, Y/N.” Hyunjae says, just above a whisper like someone else might hear this intimate conversation. He grips your hips and bucks upwards to grind into your clothed core. Your eyes widen and you involuntarily moan at the sensation. This wasn’t what you were expecting when you planned to confess, but you didn’t hate the outcome. He grins at your response, reconnecting your mouths sloppily.

If you were given the choice, you were wholeheartedly satisfied with just this. You would’ve been plenty okay with just making out. Had you been asked years ago that you’d even get this far, you would’ve snorted in your own face, so why should you be greedy and want more than what you had? (That’s not to say that you didn’t.)

“H-Hyunjae,” you stutter, your brain foggy from all of the kissing you just did. “Do you…?”

You trail off, not sure how to word your question. You didn’t want to come off like a sex crazed maniac, but you didn’t want to come off like an amateur virgin either. Truth of the matter is, you were neither, but it had been a while since you indulged yourself in something of this sort. And this time it would be with Hyunjae, the one person you never thought you’d do this with. You were nervous.

All you wanted was to be entwined with him in more ways than one. You wanted all of him— the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful, the sick, the healthy. He could do no wrong on your eyes and you wanted to show him that.

“Do I…?” Hyunjae trails off, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you want to make love… with me?” This had to be the single most mortifying moment of your life. You cover your face in humiliation, shying away from him when he sits up on his elbows.

“What kind of question is that?” He asks with a chuckle, prying your hands from your face so he could look you in the eyes. “If I could make love to you every hour of the day, for seven days a week, I would. I want you all the time, Y/N. Earlier today, before we got interrupted, I wanted to do unimaginable things to you.”

You hide yourself in the crook of his neck, your skin flushing hotter. Weren't you wearing too many layers? The car was starting to feel stuffy. Hyunjae’s chest rumbles with laughter beneath you, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. This is probably the gentlest he’d be with you all night, because from what you could infer, he was a manhandler.

“Take care of me,” you breathe, mouth brushing against his pulse point. “Please.”

Hyunjae stops holding himself back. He’d do whatever you asked of him, only hoping you’d be tied to him in every lifetime, just like this one. He kisses you again with an unrivaled fervor, slipping his hands inside your sweatshirt and touching you everywhere physically possible. They’re warm on your skin, palming your breasts over the flimsy fabric of your bralette.

He helps you get rid of your top and shorts, leaving you in just undergarments. The sight of you barely clothed sends him into a frenzy, especially knowing it’s for his eyes only. You aid Hyunjae in pulling off his hoodie and yanking his sweatpants down his long legs. The minute most of your restrictions are gone, Hyunjae brings you closer to him. He hisses at the contact, the warmth of your cunt through your panties putting him under a spell.

You whimper when his touch travels down your front, sneaking into the waistband of your underwear. The pads of his middle and ring fingers apply the lightest amount of pressure onto your clit the second he finds it, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your nails on one hand dig into his shoulder while the other trails down his abdomen, rubbing up and down his length through his boxer briefs.

Hyunjae groans into your kiss and you gasp for air as you tear from him, resting your forehead on his to watch as you get each other off through your clothes. If earlier was something taken from one of your wet dreams, what did this constitute as? You clench around nothing when he pushes up into you, your wrists clashing. Knowing he was just as down bad for you as you were for him just made this all that much more real.

“I need to feel you around me,” he mumbles in your ear, dipping his fingers in and out of you languidly as if to explain what he meant. “Let me stretch you out.”

You nod in response, fumbling with his briefs. Hyunjae lifts his hips enough for you to help him out of them. You groan when he reveals his impressive size, wondering how exactly he expected you to take him. He pushes your panties to the side, mimicking the sound you just made when he sees your bare pussy drooling for him. You eventually get frustrated and line him up with your hole, sinking down in one fluid motion. A voluminous moan escapes from the back of your throat, his dick throbbing achingly inside of you. At first you stay still like that, your pelvises touching as you adjust to his length and girth.

“H-holy shit— you’re s-so deep, Jae,” you cry, resting your forehead against his yet again. He pecks your lips, holding onto your hips to help you bounce on his cock, practically impaling you every single time.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Such a good fucking girl,” Hyunjae grunts, the warmth of your walls drawing him in even further. “So tight, too.”

Your thighs begin to burn and your movements become slower, which he takes note of instantaneously. He bends his knees and forces your upper half impossibly closer to him, thrusting up into you. This new angle allows him to find that one spongy spot that has you seeing stars, fogging up your brain and even your vision.

You cast a downward glance at the minimal space between where the two of you are connected. Your moans and whines grow louder with the view of every thrust of his hips into yours. Hyunjae sneaks his hand in the middle of you, his fingers expertly toying with your clit. Any more stimulation and the band in your stomach is snapping.

You’ve had sex before. You’ve slept with a handful of other guys in the past, but nothing could ever compare to this moment. Your cunt had already memorized his size and every vein, effectively ruining the chances of any other man doing this with you. Lee Hyunjae had you in a chokehold whether he realized it or not. He had you wrapped around his finger without really trying, but you could never complain.

Your walls squeeze his cock and he knows he won’t last much longer, shutting his eyes tightly. “C’mon baby, you gonna cum for me?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, your skin flush on his own. “Wanna cum so bad for you, Hyunjae.”

“Yeah? Me too, sweetheart,” he pants, the thumb on your hip pressing against the bone. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” you babble. “Please, please. I want you to cum inside me, Hyunjae.”

He kisses you softly just then, swallowing your pretty moans with something completely opposite of what he’s already given you, and that’s what sends you spiraling, fluttering around him. He groans, spilling into you and letting you milk him dry of everything he has to offer, painting your insides just like you asked him to.

You lay like that for a while, Hyunjae’s dick still buried in you to the hilt. Both of you attempt to catch your breaths and bring yourselves down from the well-anticipated euphoric state you just visited. You giggle at the condensation coating the windows of his car, extending your arm to draw a heart and a smiley face with your finger. He slowly pulls himself out, hissing at the sensitivity, but doesn’t make a move to get you off of his chest.

Where do you go from here? A line had just been crossed and you weren’t entirely sure you knew what he wanted from you. It’s one thing to imagine kissing and fucking someone extensively. But it was another to actually want a tangible, romantic relationship from them, to actually capacitate feelings for them.

“I love you,”

You jolt up and stare at him with widened eyes. Did those words really just come out of his mouth? As if he can read your mind, he nods. There’s a dragged out sigh, followed by him sitting up slightly with you perched on his lap.

“I really do, Y/N. I’ve felt this way for years and I’m willing to do anything for you.” He admits, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. You kiss him gently, the pad of your thumb swiping across his cheekbone.

“I love you, too.”

The Saturday after your night in Hyunjae’s car brought everything into perspective for you.

You hadn’t spoken to him since he dropped you off at your apartment and it was beginning to worry you. Even though you made sure he reciprocated your emotions, there still could’ve been a misunderstanding. Had you been too forward? Did you scare him away? Did something happen to him? Whatever the explanation was, you didn’t like the eerie feeling it started brewing in your stomach— it was foreboding.

In spite of not talking to them at all in what seemed to be a month or so, you tried calling each of your mutual friends to see if you could get some answers. Not even his roommates picked up their phones and this made you much more uneasy. You pace back and forth in your living room, nicking at your bottom lip with your nails. Why did he choose now of all times to ghost you? What went wrong?

Kevin comes out of his bedroom a couple minutes later, expecting to grab his morning coffee as usual. When he finds you nearly on the brink of insanity instead, he decides to intervene. He supposed his caffeine could wait until his best friend was calmed down. You jump in surprise, holding a fist to your chest. He raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, my bad. What’s up? Why do you look like you’re going through a quarter life crisis?” Kevin asks you, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Is everything okay?”

“I—“ you pause and take a deep breath. “I don’t know…”

His eyebrows furrow and he guides you to the sofa so you could sit down. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’?”

“Hyunjae hasn’t talked to me since Thursday night, after he brought me back here,” your voice is hoarser than you’d like it to be. “I-I texted and called him a bunch but he hasn’t replied. I even— I even tried Juyo, Sunwoo, and Changmin. No luck with them either. I’m concerned, Kev.”

Kevin combs through his hair, pursing his lips in thought. “Yeah, okay, I would be too. It's a little weird that none of them are responding. Have you thought of just showing up at his place to check in on him?”

You shake your head. “No, I didn’t want him to think I’m clingy and annoying in case he was there. What if he just wants to get me off of his back and he’s telling them to ignore me?”

“I don’t think that’s the case at all, Y/N,” your friend sighs, putting his glasses on top of his head and running a hand down his face. “Hyunjae has never been that kind of person in all the years we’ve known him. I highly doubt he’d switch up now. Plus, he’s literally crazy about you. I’m pretty sure the guy would move heaven and earth for you if he could. I think there’s a very real and genuine possibility that something is seriously wrong. It’s like— it’s just a gut feeling, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” If Kevin felt this way, too, that would only mean one thing, right? You had to get to the bottom of this. There was a chance that lives depended on it. A quick roll of your neck and you’re standing. “I’m gonna go over there. I can’t leave things unanswered. I can’t wait for a fucking news report.”

The ravenette pats the top of your head. “Be careful, N/N. Please.”

You give him a nod before you’re slipping into your shoes and grabbing his car keys. You’re not exactly dressed for a confrontation if there is one— clad in a pair of sweatpants, an oversized sweatshirt with your university’s crest on it, and socks with sandals— but you were too preoccupied to care.

The drive itself was mentally taxing, your brain dissociating most of the ride. You’re not sure how many of the lights you passed were actually green. The closer you got to Hyunjae’s apartment, the more that trepidation settling in your lower abdomen grew. Throughout your life, you’d never been the type of person who acted on instinct or had a nagging voice in the rear of your head warning you about situations you got into. You usually went with the flow and if you made a mistake, you allowed yourself to learn from it.

However, that was prior to being thrown into a period of uncertainty like this one. Now, all you could do was act on instinct. All you could do was listen to the stupid nagging voice in the rear of your head yelling at you. All you could do was follow the blaring alarms and caution signs in your field of vision. And this time they were almost deafening.

Kevin’s car rolls to a stop outside of Hyunjae’s building, occupying an empty spot three away from the front of the stairs. Your pulse races when you step out of the vehicle and immediately recognize the cars in the spaces beside yours. Hyunjae’s, Juyeon’s, and Changmin’s. You notice a thin layer of dirt caking Juyeon and Changmin’s, as if they’d remained unmoved for a long time. Perturbed wasn’t a big enough word to describe what was going through your mind.

Half of you was terrified to take a step towards the stairs, let alone ascend them to Hyunjae’s floor. What would go down when you reached his apartment? What would happen the moment that door opened?

You ball your hands into fists, the edges of your nails jabbing the skin of your palms. The pain steels you enough to move forward, walking up the stairs slowly. There’s a chill tiptoeing along your spine the whole trip up, like your body knew what you were getting yourself into before you did. Maybe you were stupid. Only an idiot would lead themselves blindly into a scenario without knowing the outcome.

It’s been minutes of you staring at the slightly rusted numbers on Hyunjae’s door before you register that you’re standing in front of it. If you're being honest, you have no idea what you’re doing. You were acting on autopilot— progressing without a thought of what’s coming next. A shuddered breath leaves your lips and you raise your knuckles to the door.

The first knock is too soft to hear if the inhabitants were in their bedrooms, so you apply more force the second time. The sound reverberates through the hall, a wince appearing on your features. If someone was inside, surely they had to have heard that one. You wait a little longer for the door to swing open and reveal one of your friends looking perfectly fine. For Juyeon to showcase that grin of his that reaches his eyes and ask what you were doing here. For Changmin to give you that sweet smile that puffed up his cheeks and ask what you needed. For Sunwoo to blow a raspberry before he laughed at how silly you were for stressing over them. For Hyunjae to reassure you that it was all going to be okay, that he loved you. You were praying for that.

But no one showed up on the other end of that doorway and you were stuck glaring at that same painted board of wood.

That’s what sends your instincts into overdrive. Your hand grabs the knob, twisting it just in case. It makes a full rotation, pushing open the door the tiniest bit. You peek inside carefully and find all the lights in the living room and kitchen off. Your teeth bite down on your lip as you enter the apartment. One of the things you hated about it, was the annoying buzz of the fluorescent lights in their bathroom. And for some reason, that was all that infiltrated your ears.

The door for said bathroom was cracked just a tad at the end of the hallway, but what caught your attention was the room closest to you— also cracked the most miniscule amount. You see light filtering through, an almost orange glow like that of a desk lamp. Your stupidity would be your downfall, you conclude, your feet gravitating to the room. It’s Hyunjae’s you recall when you’re outside of it. They always say curiosity killed the cat, and you couldn’t help but revert to a feline and nudge it open with your foot.

You really wished that saying was just that— a saying.

Eric sits ahead of you, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. There’s a piece of fabric gagging his mouth and his clothes are tattered, blood staining nearly every inch. A long gash runs along his left bicep and a myriad of smaller cuts litter his face and arms. What your focus lands on first are the several deep stab wounds on his thighs.

A hand comes up to cup your mouth to keep yourself from screaming at the sight of your best friend in this position. He struggles against his restraints, muffled cries for your assistance shattering your heart into a thousand pieces like broken shards of glass. Tear streaks mixed with dried blood cover the apples of his cheeks.

“Oh my god, Eric,” your voice wobbles as you scramble to free him. “Oh my god…”

You pull down the fabric in his mouth first and he gasps for air. His eyes widen at something behind you and he warns, “Y/N—!” before he’s interrupted by your yelp. The person pressed into your back has their arm around your neck with a hold tight enough that you can’t escape, but loose enough that you can breathe, the blunt edge of a knife grazing the column of your throat.

“Tsk tsk, Youngjae. You should know that making so much noise when your killer’s not in the room just alerts them of suspicious activity. That’s survival 101, my friend. Isn’t that right, sweet sweet Y/N?”

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

This wasn’t happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

“Please, let her go, Hyunjae.” Eric begs. Hyunjae hums, nuzzling his nose in your hair. He rolls his eyes and scoffs after inhaling your scent, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“God, you’re a mouthy one. Not even Juyeon and Sunwoo were this chatty when I slit their throats— then again, it's not like they could talk much anyway.” He snorts.

You felt sick. You were lightheaded now, just at the thought of your friends gone. “W-why are you doing this?”

Hyunjae grumbles, pouting his lips. “Time for me to unravel my evil villain monologue, huh?” He slips a hand under your sweatshirt and pinches the side of your waist. “Well here it is; what you’re dying to know. The first incident was by complete accident, we were simply having a discussion about why he shouldn’t have been staring at your ass while his girlfriend was next to him at Jeong Jaehyun’s end of summer bonfire. The dude got pissed off that I called him out and tried to start a fight, but I shoved him so hard, he fell and hit his head on a rock. I just couldn’t find it in myself to feel bad about it so I left him there like nothing. From then on, anyone who came between us or remotely hurt you in any way wound up on the receiving end of this knife. Funny isn’t it? How you’re the one beneath it this time?”

It all began to fall into place once he laid the cards out on the table for you to read. The guy you ran into Tuesday after class. Poor Kim Mingyu, who just wanted to pass his English final. Your friends not picking up their phones. And supposedly it was all in the name of love.

“Y-you did that for me?”

“Of course, baby,” Hyunjae mutters into the shell of your ear. “I said I’d protect you didn’t I? I just want you all to myself.”

“What the fuck does that possessive bullshit have to do with me? What did it have to do with Juyo or Changmin or Sunwoo?” Eric cries. “Oh god, what about—?”

“Sangyeon, Hoon, Chanhee, Hak? Yeah, those four were taken care of way before my own roommates. You, obviously, were the chosen one this go around. Then it would be Kevin and lastly, Jacob. I planned on stopping after you three unless absolutely necessary.”

“How is any of this fucking necessary? You’re psychotic,” the blonde exclaims, still wriggling in his restraints. “Why would Y/N want you after all of this? Did you really believe she’d never find out about what you’ve done?”

Hyunjae glides the smooth edge of the blade against your skin and releases you from his grip, but takes a hold of your wrist, placing the handle in your grasp. He urges you forward, closer to Eric. “If she was scared of me, don’t you think she would’ve tried harder to escape me? Didn’t even blink when I held the knife to her neck.”

The brunette kisses your temple and you watch the fear in Eric’s eyes morph into defeat. “After everything we’ve been through? I’ve known you since eighth grade, Y/N. Eighth fucking grade. And this is how it ends?”

“H-he loves me,” you stutter, glancing at Hyunjae. “Don’t you?”

“You don’t kill your best friends out of love, Y/N! He’s insane! Please, don’t let him get into your head. You’re not that kind of person.” Eric attempts to reason.

Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you were. Who knows? That didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that Hyunjae loved you. He loved you so much that he’d kill for you. Over and over and over again.

It was kind of comical that you loved him all the same. You, too, would kill for him. Over and over and over again.

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Symphony of Souls

The Boyz OT11 x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 8.1k

Warnings: None I think, a little angsty but barely, 

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Third Person POV

In the dazzling realm of K-pop, where talent and charisma converge, there exists a phenomenon that transcends the boundaries of mere musical synergy. Among the stars that illuminate this celestial stage, The Boyz stands as a testament to the extraordinary connections that fate weaves. Comprising eleven exceptional members, this group has captured the hearts of fans worldwide with their unparalleled performances and undeniable chemistry.

What the world may not yet comprehend is that beyond the mesmerizing choreography and harmonious melodies, The Boyz share a bond that goes beyond the surface—a bond forged in the fires of destiny and illuminated by the radiant glow of love. They are not just a group; they are soulmates, intricately linked by threads of fate that tie their destinies together in an ethereal dance.

However, amidst the cosmic harmony that envelops these eleven souls, a poignant emptiness lingers. As fate would have it, there exists a twelfth soulmate yet to be revealed—a missing piece in the intricate puzzle of their lives. Together, they navigate the boundless cosmos of stardom, seeking the one who will complete their constellation, filling the void with a celestial love that transcends the ordinary.

In the effervescent landscape of K-pop, where talents bloom like vibrant blossoms, a new luminary emerged—(Y/n), a freshly debuted actress and soloist whose ethereal presence bewitched hearts from the very first note. With her debut album, she painted sonic landscapes that echoed in the souls of many, capturing the attention of an adoring audience eager to embark on a journey through her musical realm.

What set (Y/n) apart wasn't merely her vocal prowess, but also her ability to weave tales with emotion and authenticity. The music video accompanying her debut single was a cinematic masterpiece, a visual symphony that showcased not only her musical prowess but also her flair for the dramatic. It was in this enchanting audio-visual tapestry that (Y/n) unveiled a multifaceted artistry, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of those who witnessed her debut.

As if destiny itself were orchestrating her ascent, whispers of (Y/n)'s imminent foray into the world of acting began to circulate. The stage was set for a new chapter as it was announced that she would be gracing the small screen as the lead in a highly anticipated drama. Anticipation rippled through the industry, and fans eagerly awaited the convergence of her musical and dramatic talents in what promised to be a spellbinding performance.

With every step, (Y/n) was proving to be a rising star of exceptional luminosity, illuminating the K-pop world with her presence. The world eagerly awaited the unfolding chapters of her journey, both in the studio and on the screen, as (Y/n) embarked on a path destined for greatness in the realms of music and acting alike.

As the excitement swirled in the vibrant cosmos of The Boyz, a particular star within the constellation burned even brighter—Younghoon, the charismatic and talented third oldest member. The news of his successful audition for the male lead in the same drama that (Y/n) would be gracing was met with jubilation that echoed through the corridors of destiny.

Younghoon's joy radiated like a supernova, illuminating the faces of his fellow members—Sangyeon, Jacob, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Kevin, Changmin, Chanhee, Haknyeon, Sunwoo, and Eric. The air was charged with electric energy as they came together to celebrate this momentous occasion, recognizing that their constellation was expanding to encompass not only the musical realm but also the boundless horizon of acting.

Amidst the revelry, laughter, and shared excitement, Younghoon stood as a beacon of inspiration, a testament to the dreams that could manifest when talent, dedication, and opportunity converged. Each member, a vital thread in the intricate tapestry of The Boyz, contributed to the celebration, forging a bond that transcended the stage and studio.

As they raised a collective toast to Younghoon's triumph, the stars of The Boyz shone with pride and anticipation for the spectacular journey that lay ahead. 

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft pastels, (Y/n) awoke with a giddy excitement that bubbled within her like a fizzy elixir. Today held the promise of a meeting that stirred butterflies in the depths of her being—she was to meet Younghoon, the charismatic third oldest of The Boyz. The thought alone sent a delightful shiver down her spine, and she couldn't contain the joy that danced in her eyes.

A devoted deobi, (Y/n) had been a steadfast fan of The Boyz since the very inception of their journey with the effervescent anthem "Boy." Through the highs and lows, the stages, and the milestones, she had stood by them as a beacon of unwavering support. The music, the performances, and the camaraderie of the eleven stars had woven a tapestry of memories in her heart, and today marked a chapter where her path would intersect with one of those shining stars.

The excitement, palpable in the air, manifested in a radiant smile that adorned (Y/n)'s face as she prepared for the day. She felt a sense of kinship with Younghoon, a connection forged through the melodies that resonated in her soul. Today, that connection would take a tangible form, and the prospect thrilled her beyond measure.

With a heart brimming with anticipation and a deobi spirit ablaze, (Y/n) stepped into the day, ready to embark on an adventure that promised not only the joy of meeting Younghoon but also the continuation of a journey she had cherished since The Boyz's first notes had captivated her heart. 

The sunlit morning found Younghoon's eyes blinking open with an infectious excitement that mirrored the fluttering anticipation within his heart. Today held a special rendezvous with (Y/n), and the prospect of working together on the drama set ignited a joy that painted his smile with an extra layer of radiance.

As he shuffled through his morning routine, Kevin couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, his eyes narrowing playfully as he teased Younghoon.

"Younghoon-hyung, you lucky guy! Getting to work with (Y/n) and all. I'd kill to be in your shoes," Kevin exclaimed, a mock pout on his face.

Younghoon chuckled, understanding Kevin's playful envy. "Come on, Kev. It's just work. But I get it; (Y/n)'s music is amazing. I'll make sure to tell her you're a big fan."

Kevin's eyes widened, a mischievous grin replacing his faux pout. "You would do that for me? You're the best, hyung! Hey, why don't you bring me to the set? Just for a day, please?"

Younghoon laughed, shaking his head. "As much as I'd love to have you there, Kev, it's not up to me. The schedules are tight, and you know how it is. But I promise to share all the juicy details and maybe get an autograph for you."

Kevin feigned a dramatic sigh. "Fine, fine. Just make sure to ask for an autograph on my favorite album, okay? And tell her I said hi!"

Younghoon nodded, already envisioning the playful banter he'd share with (Y/n) about Kevin's admiration. As the day unfolded, he carried with him the shared excitement of The Boyz and the knowledge that, while Kevin might not physically be on set, his enthusiasm would undoubtedly be present in spirit.

In the bustling pre-dawn hours, Sangyeon, the venerable leader and eldest among The Boyz, sought out Younghoon with a warm smile. As he approached, he clapped a supportive hand on Younghoon's shoulder, his eyes gleaming with genuine encouragement.

"Younghoon, you've got this. Knock 'em dead on set today. We're all rooting for you," Sangyeon said, his words carrying the weight of camaraderie and shared aspirations.

Younghoon nodded, grateful for the leader's words of encouragement. "Thanks, hyung. I'll do my best."

However, before Sangyeon could linger in the exchange, the distant sounds of a lively dispute reached their ears. With a knowing look, Sangyeon excused himself, patting Younghoon's back once more.

"Break a leg, and remember, we're a family. We've got your back," Sangyeon assured before heading towards the source of the commotion.

As he approached, the scene unfolded before him—Sunwoo, the mischievous troublemaker, had evidently found another opportunity for mischief. Chanhee, caught in the crossfire, looked more exasperated than angry as he realized that his clothes had fallen victim to Sunwoo's impromptu prank.

Sangyeon sighed, adopting a tone that blended authority with understanding. "Alright, boys, let's not turn the house into a battlefield. Sunwoo, give Chanhee his clothes back, and let's focus on supporting Younghoon and working today."

Sunwoo grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes, but he complied, returning Chanhee's clothes with an exaggerated bow. Sangyeon, with a bemused shake of his head, continued to play the role of the wise elder, smoothing out the ripples in the group dynamics before wishing everyone well for the day ahead. The drama both on and off the set promised to be as entertaining as The Boyz's performances themselves.

The film studio hummed with the quiet anticipation of creativity as (Y/n) stepped through its entrance. The air crackled with the promise of a new venture, and her senses were heightened, attuned to every nuance of the surroundings. Amidst the bustling activity, one figure stood out—Younghoon, his tall and commanding presence catching her eye.

As (Y/n) approached, the symphony of butterflies in her stomach played a melodic tune that mirrored the gentle thrumming of her heart. She couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull toward Younghoon, a force that drew her closer with each step. The air seemed charged with an unspoken energy, and when Younghoon turned around, their eyes met in a collision of fate.

Time seemed to slow as recognition sparked in Younghoon's eyes. In that moment, the world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in a shared, suspended reality. The soulmate bond that connected their destinies clicked into place, resonating with an invisible force that enveloped them in a cocoon of connection.

(Y/n) felt as though only they existed in that singular moment. The studio, the crew, and the world beyond blurred into insignificance as their gaze lingered deepening the unspoken understanding that transcended the ordinary. It was a moment where souls touched, and the universe acknowledged the serendipity of their meeting.

As their hands touched, a subtle electric charge surged between Younghoon and (Y/n), and in that moment, an unspoken realization passed between them. Younghoon, his eyes gleaming with happiness, couldn't contain the bubbling joy within him. He took a step forward, his heart dancing with newfound lightness.

"Hi, I'm Younghoon," he grinned, the happiness radiating from him like a warm aura. "And, well, I guess I can't help but feel incredibly lucky to be your soulmate."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight coloring her features. "Really?" she chuckled, charmed by Younghoon's sincerity. "Well, I'm (Y/n), and I guess that makes us quite the pair, doesn't it?"

As they shared introductions, the atmosphere around them seemed to shift, as if the universe itself acknowledged the significance of their meeting. The air buzzed with an unspoken connection, and the studio, for a fleeting moment, felt like their own private world.

Younghoon chuckled, his gaze holding a playful sparkle. "The Boyz are known for their visuals, but I have to say, meeting you in person, you're even more beautiful than I imagined."

(Y/n) blushed, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Younghoon. But seriously, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've been a fan of The Boyz for a long time."

The exchange of words became a delightful dance, a symphony of laughter and connection that echoed within the studio walls. The shared recognition of their soulmate bond added a layer of magic to the encounter, setting the stage for a journey that promised to be as enchanting as the melodies sung by The Boyz themselves.

The enchanting moment shared between Younghoon and (Y/n) was abruptly punctuated by the discreet but pointed clearing of throats from their managers. The spell momentarily broken, they exchanged a sheepish glance before refocusing on the task at hand.

"Alright, let's get back to work," one of the managers announced with a businesslike tone, gently steering the atmosphere away from the lingering magic of the soulmate encounter.

Younghoon and (Y/n) nodded in unison, the shared understanding of the professional setting settling in. As the managers guided them back into the rhythm of the shoot, the studio once again hummed with the orchestrated movements of actors, crew, and the intricate dance of storytelling.

Despite the interruption, the connection forged between Younghoon and (Y/n) lingered in the air, infusing the set with a subtle warmth. They approached their roles with newfound energy, a shared secret glinting in their eyes as they delved into the world of their characters.

The managers satisfied that the brief interlude hadn't derailed the proceedings, observed the unfolding scenes with a watchful eye. As the cameras rolled and the drama unfolded, it was evident that the encounter between Younghoon and (Y/n) had added an unspoken layer to the narrative—a behind-the-scenes tale that would forever remain etched in the shared history of The Boyz and their newfound soulmate in the world of acting.

Seated together during a break on the bustling set, Younghoon and (Y/n) enjoyed a moment of reprieve. The camaraderie between them felt effortless as if they had been friends for much longer than the brief encounter suggested. As they delved into their lunch, Younghoon couldn't help but smile at (Y/n), his eyes reflecting the genuine connection they shared.

"By the way," Younghoon began a playful glint in his eyes, "I have a favor to ask. Kevin, one of our members, is a huge fan of yours. Mind signing an autograph for him? I promised I'd get one."

(Y/n) laughed, the gesture light and infectious. "Of course! I'd be honored. Just let me know where I can sign, and I'll make sure to add a little note for Kevin."

Younghoon, grateful for (Y/n)'s willingness, pointed to a corner of his script. "Right here should be perfect. Thanks a bunch, (Y/n). Kevin's going to flip when he sees this."

As (Y/n) took the script to jot down the autograph, Younghoon couldn't help but steer the conversation toward the unique bond they shared. "You know, (Y/n), being soulmates with me means you're soulmates with all eleven members of The Boyz. It's like a package deal."

(Y/n) chuckled, charmed by the notion. "A package deal, huh? I'm starting to feel like the luckiest soulmate in the world."

Younghoon grinned, a warmth spreading through him. "Well, you've got ten more awesome guys waiting to meet you properly. Who knows, maybe we can all hang out sometime."

The prospect of a shared connection with The Boyz beyond Younghoon added an intriguing layer to their budding friendship. As they continued their meal, the studio buzzed around them, but at that moment, it felt like the universe had carved out a little corner where soulmates, both singular and collective, could share laughter and camaraderie amidst the magic of filmmaking.

The door to The Boyz's shared residence swung open, and Younghoon entered, his face radiant with an unmistakable joy that couldn't be contained. His fellow members, gathered in the living room, turned their attention towards him, their curiosity piqued.

Sangyeon, the ever-watchful leader, couldn't help but grin. "Well, how was the first day on set? Spill the details, Younghoon!"

Younghoon practically beamed, unable to contain his excitement. "Guys, you won't believe what happened today. (Y/n), our soulmate is amazing! She's not only talented but also incredibly nice and down-to-earth. It's like we've known each other forever."

The room fell into stunned silence as the realization of Younghoon's words settled in. The members exchanged wide-eyed glances, and then, almost in unison, erupted into a chorus of exclamations.

"(Y/n) is our soulmate too?" Changmin questioned, not believing his ears.  

"No way, you're kidding, right?" Eric exclaimed loudly as he jumped up and down. 

"Younghoon-hyung, you've got to be messing with us!" Kevin shouted, he was certain he was dreaming. 

Younghoon laughed, reveling in the infectious astonishment of his fellow members. "No joke, guys! We're all connected through our soulmate bond. It's like fate brought us together in the most unexpected way."

Hyunjae, always quick with a teasing remark, chimed in, "So, what's she like? Is she as pretty in person as she is in her music videos?"

Younghoon nodded enthusiastically. "Even more so. And she's genuinely kind. I got her autograph for you, Kevin," Kevin took the paper from Younghoon’s hands, jumping with joy. 

As the news settled in, the members couldn't help but exchange excited glances. The living room buzzed with animated conversation as they eagerly delved into the details of Younghoon's day and looked forward to the possibility of getting to know (Y/n) better. Fate had woven another unexpected chapter into the tapestry of The Boyz's journey, and they embraced it with open hearts and wide smiles.

Haknyeon's playful interruption cast a brief shadow over the jubilant atmosphere, his mock teasing tone injecting a touch of humor into the room. "Come on, Younghoon, it's not fair that you get all the quality time with our soulmate. What about the rest of us? When do we get to meet her?"

The room erupted into laughter, the members playfully nudging Younghoon as if he held the secret to unlocking the mysteries of their shared soulmate bond. Jacob, the second oldest, decided to respond with a good-natured smile.

"Well, Haknyeon, it's all part of the cosmic plan, isn't it?" Jacob mused, his tone light. "Younghoon's just the trailblazer, paving the way for the rest of us to follow. Patience is a virtue, my friend."

Haknyeon exaggeratedly sighed, his hand on his heart. "Patience? Jacob, you make it sound like we're on a quest for some mystical treasure. I just want to meet our soulmate!"

The banter continued, the members exchanging banter and teasing as they navigated the uncharted territory of having a shared soulmate. Despite Haknyeon's faux complaints, there was an underlying excitement that permeated the air—an anticipation for the day when all of them would finally get to meet (Y/n) and discover the unique connection that fate had woven among them.

In the meantime, Younghoon, the unwitting pioneer, grinned amidst the good-natured ribbing, knowing that the shared joy of their newfound connection would only deepen as the days unfolded. The living room echoed with laughter, forging another chapter in The Boyz's journey, where friendship, fate, and a shared soulmate awaited on the horizon.

Younghoon’s POV

As I stepped onto the set the next day, my anticipation mingled with a sense of surreal wonder. The bustling activity around me seemed to fade into the background as my eyes landed on her—(Y/n), radiant in a beautiful pink dress that accentuated every curve. The makeshift wind from the fan tousled her hair, framing her like an ethereal halo, and the lights seemed to converge upon her, casting a gentle glow that transformed her into something beyond human.

Time froze for a fleeting moment as I watched her, the breath caught in my throat. She looked like a goddess, a celestial being gracing our earthly set with an otherworldly presence. The delicate swish of her dress, the way her hair danced in the invisible breeze—it was as if the universe conspired to enhance her beauty, painting a picture that transcended the ordinary.

I found myself frozen in my step, my heart pounding in awe. The world around me blurred as my gaze lingered on (Y/n), capturing every detail—the sparkle in her eyes, the grace in her movements. In that moment, she wasn't just our soulmate; she was a vision, a muse that could inspire the most enchanting tales.

As I approached, a profound appreciation settled within me. How lucky was I to have this incredible woman as our soulmate? The soft rustle of her dress, the way the lights caressed her features—it was a scene etched into my memory, a living masterpiece that only added to the magic of our shared connection.

With each step closer, the set transformed into a canvas where destiny and art converged. And in the presence of (Y/n), I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that fate had woven into the tapestry of our lives, forever etching her as a celestial muse in the story of The Boyz.

Third Person POV

As the weeks rolled on, the culmination of their shared venture approached—MAMA, the prestigious award show (such a lie lol) that promised a dazzling celebration of talent and achievement. The drama had wrapped, leaving behind a trail of memories and a connection that had grown stronger. Now, fate had orchestrated a meeting on a grand stage—the convergence of (Y/n) and The Boyz at MAMA.

(Y/n), adorned in an elegant gown that radiated confidence, was nominated for Best Female Artist. Her heart swelled with a mix of excitement and hope, believing that The Boyz, who was nominated for Best Male Performance, truly deserved the recognition.

The Boyz, equally thrilled and ecstatic, was bubbling with anticipation at the prospect of finally meeting their soulmate. However, they knew the importance of playing it cool to avoid sparking unnecessary rumors. The camaraderie they had shared on the set, the unspoken connection as soulmates, now held the promise of being unveiled on a stage where dreams took flight.

As they walked the red carpet, the air was charged with an electric energy, a mix of nerves and exhilaration. (Y/n) carried herself with grace, a nominee and a fan in equal measure, secretly hoping for The Boyz to take home the trophy they so rightfully deserved.

Backstage, the members exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They were about to meet their soulmate, the artist who had inspired them and shared a unique connection with them. The challenge lay in keeping their excitement in check, their smiles were genuine but tempered to avoid any premature speculations.

(Y/n)’s POV

As I settled into my seat at MAMA, the air humming with anticipation, my heart began to race with the excitement of what was about to unfold. Glancing at the reserved seats beside me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. This was it—the moment I had been waiting for. The moment when I would finally meet all eleven of my soulmates, The Boyz.

The auditorium buzzed with energy, but my focus was drawn to the approaching figures, each face etched in my memory from the countless times I had watched their performances. There they were, all eleven of them, their handsome faces unmistakable in the sea of people.

As they passed by, a wave of warmth enveloped me. Some of them waved, their smiles contagious, while others offered a quick hello. It felt surreal, as if a shared secret between us had now come to life in the most spectacular of settings. The casual greetings, the friendly waves—it was as if we were old friends finally meeting after a long-awaited reunion.

"Hey there, (Y/n)! We're so excited to finally meet you in person," Hyunjae exclaimed, the genuine enthusiasm evident in his voice.

I couldn't help but return the sentiment with a beaming smile. "Likewise! It's incredible to finally see you all face to face."

The brief exchange carried with it a sense of familiarity, a connection forged not just through the shared soulmate bond but through the journey of their music and performances. As they continued on to their seats, the excitement lingered in the air, a prelude to the unfolding night where destiny, music, and shared joy would intertwine in a celebration of their unique connection at MAMA.

As Juyeon and Changmin left their seats and ascended the stage, my eyes were immediately drawn to the two of them. The atmosphere shifted as they joined the other groups for a powerful dance performance, their presence commanding attention from every corner of the auditorium.

Changmin, with his ethereal grace, moved across the stage like a dancer in a dream. His every movement seemed to carry a poetic elegance, each step a testament to the artistry he brought to the performance. I couldn't tear my eyes away, captivated by the way he expressed emotion through his dance, the intensity in his eyes adding depth to the mesmerizing spectacle.

And then there was Juyeon, a force of nature on the stage. His powerful aura radiated confidence, and as he showcased his muscled body, every movement exuded strength and control. The energy he brought to the performance was palpable, and the audience was swept away by the sheer force of his presence.

Despite the other talented dancers surrounding them, in my eyes, Juyeon and Changmin were the only two up there. It wasn't just the technical brilliance of their movements; it was the way they infused each step with emotion, making the dance a powerful narrative that transcended the physicality of the performance.

As the music swelled and the dance reached its climax, I found myself caught in a spell woven by the artistry of Juyeon and Changmin. 

Sangyeon’s POV

As the leader, I stood there watching (Y/n) with a swelling sense of pride. Her unreleased song echoed through the venue, and I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her artistry. Her vocals carried emotion, and the way she moved on stage was nothing short of captivating. It was a moment that transcended the stage—a promise fulfilled and a testament to her commitment to her craft. She was more than just a soulmate; she was an artist, a star in her own right, and seeing her shine on that stage filled me with a profound sense of joy.

Jacob’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was like a dream unfolding before my eyes. Her unreleased song had a haunting beauty that lingered in the air, and her dancing was a graceful expression of the emotions woven into the melody. I couldn't help but be moved by the authenticity of her artistry. It was clear that she poured her heart into every note, every movement. As an artist, I felt a deep connection with her on that stage, and the cheers from the audience were a chorus of acknowledgment for her talent. It was a moment where the boundaries between performer and audience blurred, and I was privileged to witness it.

Younghoon’s POV

Watching (Y/n) take the stage was an experience that transcended words. The air in the auditorium seemed to change as the opening notes of her unreleased song filled the space. Her vocals carried a haunting beauty that resonated with every corner of the venue, and her dancing was a graceful embodiment of the emotions woven into the melody. As our soulmate, I felt a unique connection, a shared journey through the artistry of her performance. Her presence on stage was nothing short of enchanting, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the genuine smile she wore throughout. It was more than just a promise fulfilled; it was a moment where destiny, music, and the bond we shared converged into a beautiful symphony. The cheers and applause from the audience were not just for her talent; they were a celebration of the connection we all felt in that magical moment. As a member of The Boyz and her soulmate, seeing (Y/n) shine on that stage was a memory etched in my heart, a testament to the enduring power of music and destiny.

Hyunjae’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was a revelation, and I found myself utterly captivated by her presence on stage. Her vocals resonated with a soulful quality that tugged at the heartstrings, and her dancing was a mesmerizing display of skill and emotion. The way she connected with the audience, with us, went beyond the mere performance—it was a shared experience, a moment of communion through music. As an artist, I couldn't help but be inspired by her, and the genuine smiles in the crowd were a testament to the impact she had on everyone present.

Juyeon’s POV

Watching (Y/n) on stage was like witnessing a celestial being sharing her magic with the world. Her unreleased song held a melody that seemed to echo through the very core of the venue, and her dancing was a powerful showcase of artistry. What struck me the most was the authenticity of her smile. It wasn't just about hitting the right notes or nailing the choreography; it was about the joy she found in the performance. It left an indelible mark on me, a reminder of the pure, unbridled passion that makes music so enchanting.

Kevin’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was nothing short of breathtaking. Her unreleased song carried a melody that lingered in the air long after the last note, and her dancing was a beautiful expression of the emotions woven into the music. What struck me the most was the way she connected with the audience and, by extension, with us. It was a shared moment of celebration, and the cheers and applause were a testament to the impact of her artistry. As a fellow artist, I felt a kinship with her on that stage, and the experience was a reminder of the transformative power of music.

Chanhee’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was a spectacle of talent and grace. The unreleased song she shared had a haunting beauty, and her dancing was like poetry in motion. I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her artistry. Her presence on stage was magnetic, drawing everyone into the narrative she created with her music and movements. It was a moment that transcended the boundaries of language, where the universal language of music spoke volumes. As a member of The Boyz, I was honored to witness her shine on that stage.

Changmin’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was a testament to the power of her artistry. The unreleased song she presented carried a unique and soulful melody, and her dancing was a masterclass in expression. What struck me the most was the way she commanded the stage with an effortless elegance. It was more than a performance; it was a journey through emotions, and the connection she forged with the audience was palpable. As an artist, I felt a deep resonance with her work, and her performance left an indelible mark on the canvas of MAMA.

Haknyeon’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was like a symphony of emotions unfolding on stage. Her unreleased song resonated with a haunting beauty, and her dancing was a visual representation of the music's soul. What stood out to me was the genuine joy she exuded. It wasn't just about hitting the right notes; it was about sharing a piece of her heart with the audience. As a fellow performer, I couldn't help but be inspired by her passion, and the cheers from the crowd were a testament to the impact she had on everyone present.

Sunwoo’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was a moment of sheer magic. The unreleased song she unveiled carried an emotional depth that resonated with everyone in the venue, and her dancing was a captivating display of skill and grace. What struck me the most was the connection she forged with the audience. It wasn't just about entertaining; it was about creating a shared experience through music. As a member of The Boyz, I felt a sense of pride watching her on that stage, knowing that she was not just a soulmate but an extraordinary artist.

Eric’s POV

(Y/n)'s performance was a revelation of talent and emotion. The unreleased song she presented was a melody that lingered in the air, and her dancing was a poetic expression of the music's soul. What resonated with me was the authenticity of her presence on stage. It wasn't a performance for the sake of performance; it was a genuine sharing of art and emotion. As a member of The Boyz, I felt a sense of connection with her on that stage, a shared journey through the language of music that went beyond words.

Third Person POV

The viral moments from MAMA featuring (Y/n) and The Boyz sparked a social media frenzy, capturing the attention of fans and onlookers alike. However, instead of fueling dating rumors, the prevailing narrative among most people was grounded in the belief that (Y/n) and Younghoon were simply friends who had shared the screen in the same drama.

The footage showcased heartwarming interactions between (Y/n) and The Boyz, moments that transcended the boundaries of celebrity camaraderie. Whether it was the genuine smiles exchanged, friendly waves, or shared laughter, the clips depicted a connection that went beyond the usual dynamics of actors and fellow artists. The audience's collective interpretation leaned towards the idea that the bond between (Y/n) and The Boyz was rooted in genuine friendship.

As the clips circulated on social media platforms, the comments section became a testament to the prevailing sentiment. Fans and casual observers alike celebrated the idea that (Y/n) had found friends in The Boyz beyond the confines of their professional collaborations. The absence of dating rumors was a testament to the maturity and understanding of the audience, who recognized the richness of platonic connections in the entertainment industry.

(Y/n) and The Boyz continued to navigate their newfound friendship in the public eye, and the viral moments served as a delightful reminder that genuine connections can flourish amidst the glamour of the entertainment world without necessarily giving rise to romantic speculations. The supportive responses from fans further solidified the understanding that sometimes, the most beautiful stories are those of friendship, shared dreams, and the magic of soulmates extending beyond the realms of on-screen narratives.

The break following MAMA brought a long-awaited opportunity for (Y/n) and The Boyz to meet up and forge deeper connections away from the public eye. Determined to enjoy each other's company without the scrutiny of prying eyes, they orchestrated a secret gathering, a clandestine rendezvous where the bonds of friendship could be nurtured without the weight of public expectations.

Choosing a secluded and intimate venue, (Y/n) and The Boyz gathered, relishing the freedom to simply be themselves in the company of newfound friends and soulmates. Laughter echoed through the air as they shared stories, dreams, and anecdotes, solidifying the connection that had begun to flourish during their collaboration on the drama and at MAMA.

The setting allowed for genuine interactions, unburdened by the external pressures of fame. Away from the spotlight, they could revel in the joy of camaraderie, discovering shared interests and quirks that transcended their roles as artists. The shared laughter, the ease with which conversations flowed, hinted at a bond that went beyond the constraints of the public gaze.

As the day unfolded, the secret meeting became a sanctuary where friendships deepened, and the foundation for a lasting connection was laid. The Boyz, each a distinct personality within the group, welcomed (Y/n) into their circle with open arms, and (Y/n) found herself embraced not just as a soulmate but as a cherished friend.

The break provided the perfect backdrop for this clandestine gathering—a chapter in their shared story that unfolded away from the glare of cameras and public scrutiny. In the warmth of their shared laughter and the genuine exchanges that took place, (Y/n) and The Boyz discovered the beauty of friendship that could thrive in the quiet moments, away from the orchestrated chaos of the entertainment industry.

Underneath the soft glow of fairy lights, Sangyeon and (Y/n) found themselves strolling through a quaint garden. The air was filled with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, and as they meandered through the winding paths, Sangyeon gently took (Y/n)'s hand in his. Their fingers intertwined naturally, and without saying a word, they reveled in the tranquility of the moment, basking in the shared warmth of their connection.

On a quiet rooftop overlooking the city, Jacob and (Y/n) sat side by side, their laughter blending with the distant hum of the urban landscape. As the evening breeze played with (Y/n)'s hair, Jacob's gaze met hers, and in that unspoken exchange, the world around them seemed to fade. With a tender smile, he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as they shared stories and dreams against the backdrop of the city lights.

In the soft glow of candlelight, Younghoon and (Y/n) found themselves sharing a quiet dinner. The ambiance was serene, and as their eyes met, a subtle understanding passed between them. Younghoon reached across the table, his fingers delicately tracing circles on (Y/n)'s hand. In that intimate exchange, time seemed to slow, and the flickering candles bore witness to the unspoken connection that continued to deepen between them.

Beneath the canopy of twinkling stars, Hyunjae and (Y/n) sat by a crackling bonfire. The warmth mirrored the connection between them, and as they exchanged playful banter, Hyunjae couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from (Y/n)'s face. Their eyes locked, and in that fleeting moment, the crackling flames seemed to echo the warmth blossoming between their hearts.

On a moonlit beach, Juyeon and (Y/n) found solace in the gentle lull of the waves. The sand beneath their feet felt cool, and as Juyeon extended his hand, a silent invitation passed between them. Their barefoot steps created imprints in the sand, and with the rhythmic sound of the ocean as their backdrop, they danced under the moonlight, a serene and intimate moment etched in the canvas of the night.

Amidst the soft melodies of a private acoustic performance, Kevin and (Y/n) shared a quiet corner of a cozy venue. As the music wrapped around them, Kevin's eyes held an unspoken promise. With a gentle touch, he cupped (Y/n)'s cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle path. The world faded away, leaving only the tender notes of the guitar and the shared heartbeat of a moment steeped in quiet intimacy.

In the heart of a bustling city, Chanhee and (Y/n) found refuge in a rooftop garden, a hidden oasis above the urban chaos. Surrounded by lush greenery, Chanhee's eyes held a soft warmth as he handed (Y/n) a single flower. With a bashful smile, he tucked it behind her ear, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes in the language of shared secrets and unspoken feelings.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Changmin and (Y/n) found themselves in a quiet bookstore, surrounded by the comforting scent of old books. The hushed atmosphere invited a sense of intimacy. Changmin, with a twinkle in his eyes, handed (Y/n) a book—a shared favorite from his collection. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, a gentle reminder that sometimes, love could be found in the simple act of sharing a story.

In a playful escape to an amusement park, Haknyeon and (Y/n) found themselves atop the Ferris wheel, the city lights stretching out beneath them. With a lighthearted grin, Haknyeon reached for (Y/n)'s hand, intertwining their fingers. The world below became a blur as they ascended into the night sky, their laughter dancing on the breeze—a carefree moment etched against the backdrop of twinkling lights.

In the serenity of a lakeside cabin, Sunwoo and (Y/n) found refuge from the demands of the world. The crackling fireplace cast a warm glow, and as Sunwoo strummed a gentle melody on his guitar, (Y/n) leaned against him. The quiet notes resonated in the cozy space, creating a haven where their souls connected through the shared language of music and unspoken emotions.

On a secluded balcony overlooking the city, Eric and (Y/n) found themselves wrapped in the soothing ambiance of a quiet night. The city lights below sparkled like a sea of stars, and with a gentle touch, Eric draped a soft blanket around (Y/n)'s shoulders. As they leaned against the railing, the world below seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them—partners in a moment of quiet intimacy that transcended the bounds of ordinary romance.

The tranquility that (Y/n) and The Boyz had cherished in the private moments they shared was abruptly shattered when unauthorized pictures of their time together surfaced. The images, captured within the sanctuary of The Boyz's apartment, ignited a storm of controversies that swept through social media and news outlets. The invasion of their privacy fueled public discontent, and the narrative surrounding their friendship and bond as soulmates took an unexpected and unwarranted turn.

The public, hungry for sensationalism, expressed their displeasure at what they perceived as an intrusion into the personal lives of both (Y/n) and The Boyz. The comments sections became a battleground of opinions, with some condemning the breach of privacy, while others indulged in speculative discussions and criticisms.

The Boyz, known for their close-knit bond with each other and (Y/n), found themselves grappling with the unwanted attention. The camaraderie that had been celebrated just months ago was now scrutinized and distorted by public perception. (Y/n), too, faced the brunt of the controversy, as her genuine connection with The Boyz was overshadowed by the invasive snapshots that had made their way into the public domain.

The joint statement from (Y/n)'s and The Boyz's respective companies aimed to set the record straight, revealing the profound connection that bound them together—soulmates. The revelation of their shared destiny shed light on the authenticity of their relationship, turning the narrative away from invasive speculations to the undeniable force of fate that had brought them together.

The statement emphasized the importance of respecting personal boundaries and understanding the impact of invasive media coverage on artists. It called for empathy and acknowledgment of the unique connection shared by (Y/n) and The Boyz, urging the public to view their relationship with the same admiration and respect that soulmates inherently deserve.

For a portion of the general public, the acknowledgment of their soulmate bond transformed the narrative, adding a layer of beauty and depth to the relationship between (Y/n) and The Boyz. The realization that fate had intricately woven their destinies together resonated with many, fostering a newfound appreciation for the genuine connection that existed beyond the lens of public scrutiny.

However, as is often the case in the world of celebrities, a segment of the public remained resistant to change. Some individuals continued to direct hate and criticism towards (Y/n) and The Boyz, seemingly unaffected by the revelation of their soulmate bond. The dichotomy in public opinion underscored the complexities of navigating fame, personal relationships, and the constant gaze of an audience.

In the face of both support and adversity, (Y/n) and The Boyz stood united, finding strength in the shared understanding of their soulmate connection. The journey they embarked on together, from the serenity of private moments to the turbulent seas of public controversy, became a testament to the resilience of genuine connections in the face of external pressures.

The revelation of (Y/n) and The Boyz as soulmates ignited a fervor among their dedicated fanbases, with Deobis and (Y/n)'s fans eager for interactions that showcased the genuine bond between them. However, the intensity of the requests, including demands for displays of physical affection such as kissing, raised ethical concerns.

Both (Y/n)'s and The Boyz's agencies, recognizing the importance of maintaining respect for personal boundaries, released statements urging fans to appreciate the soulmate connection without pressuring the artists into intimate displays for public consumption. The agencies emphasized the need for a healthy and respectful fandom culture, where the artists' personal lives could be cherished without crossing the line into invasive requests.

Despite the agencies' pleas, the demands persisted on social media platforms. Some fans, in their enthusiasm and desire to see the depth of the soulmate connection, inadvertently contributed to an environment that pushed the boundaries of privacy and respect.

In response, (Y/n), The Boyz, and their agencies maintained a delicate balance, continuing to share glimpses of their relationship and collaborations in a way that celebrated their connection without compromising their personal boundaries. They reinforced the idea that soulmate connections were rooted in a deep understanding and shared journey, transcending the need for explicit public displays.

Navigating the delicate balance between fan expectations and personal privacy, (Y/n) and The Boyz found themselves at the center of a unique situation, where the genuine appreciation of their soulmate bond was sometimes overshadowed by the demands of an enthusiastic yet boundary-pushing fandom. The journey to strike this balance became a testament to the complexities of navigating fame and personal connections within the ever-evolving landscape of the entertainment industry.

A candid snapshot captured Juyeon enveloping (Y/n) in a warm embrace backstage after a successful joint performance. The genuine smiles on their faces radiated a shared joy, and the image quickly became a symbol of the affectionate camaraderie between them.

During a casual stroll through a park, Hyunjae and (Y/n) were photographed walking hand-in-hand. The simple yet heartwarming gesture showcased a connection that extended beyond the stage, resonating with fans who appreciated the authenticity of their friendship.

A video snippet from a behind-the-scenes moment at a music show revealed The Boyz surrounding (Y/n) in a spontaneous group hug. Laughter echoed as they playfully squeezed in, creating a heartwarming tableau that fans couldn't help but gush over on social media.

Changmin was spotted offering (Y/n) his hand to help her navigate a slightly uneven surface during an outdoor event. The small but chivalrous act became a viral sensation, highlighting the caring dynamics within their friendship.

In a lighthearted moment during a variety show appearance, Sunwoo playfully stole (Y/n)'s hat and placed it atop his own head. The teasing banter and infectious laughter that ensued quickly became a favorite among fans, showcasing the playful dynamics within the group.

On (Y/n)'s birthday, Jacob took to social media to share a heartfelt message accompanied by a picture of them sharing a laugh. The sincerity of his words and the captured moment of joy became a viral sensation, with fans celebrating the warmth of their friendship.

During a live performance, Sangyeon was captured giving (Y/n) an encouraging smile from across the stage as they shared a meaningful duet. The genuine expression of support resonated with fans, symbolizing the deep connection they had forged through their shared artistic endeavors.

In a quiet moment backstage, Younghoon was seen offering (Y/n) a reassuring squeeze of her hand before a crucial live interview. The quiet support and connection shared in that simple touch touched the hearts of fans, who admired the camaraderie between them.

A fun-filled video showed Chanhee engaging in playful banter with (Y/n) during a variety show appearance. Their easygoing dynamic and infectious laughter created a delightful atmosphere that resonated with fans, highlighting the carefree and enjoyable moments they shared.

A snippet from a special live performance captured Kevin and (Y/n) engaging in a heartfelt duet. The chemistry between their voices and the genuine smiles they exchanged became a viral sensation, with fans expressing admiration for the seamless collaboration between the soloist and The Boyz.

A candid moment backstage captured Haknyeon engaging in playful antics with (Y/n), showcasing their lighthearted friendship. The shared laughter and carefree gestures became a viral sensation, offering fans a glimpse into the joyous dynamics within The Boyz and (Y/n)'s interactions.

In a competitive game during a variety show, Eric was spotted cheering enthusiastically for (Y/n), embodying the spirit of camaraderie and friendly competition. The genuine encouragement and shared excitement became a favorite among fans, emphasizing the supportive dynamics within the group.

These moments, ranging from sincere gestures of support to playful interactions, contributed to the endearing narrative of (Y/n) and The Boyz's friendship. As these instances went viral on social media, fans celebrated the authenticity and warmth that defined the bond shared between the soloist and each member of The Boyz.

#the boyz #the boyz scenario #the boyz imagines #the boyz fluff #the boyz x reader #the boyz request #the boyz oneshot #the boyz x afab! reader #the boyz ot11 x reader #tbz #tbz fluff #tbz x reader #tbz x you #tbz x Y/N #tbz x (Y/n) #the boyz x y/n #the boyz x (Y/n) #sangyeon x reader #jacob x reader #younghoon x reader #hyunjae x reader #juyeon x reader #the boyz kevin x reader #new x reader #q x reader #haknyeon x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #sohn eric x reader #mirisss #mirisss.request

[brokenntable]

The Boyz as Love Tropes

I haven’t seen any posts on this so I’m giving my own two cents :) 

Sangyeon

Forbidden Love! with sangyeons work ethic and his constant dedication to his group as a leader, he had no time on his mind for love and a future partner. so when he met you and you clicked almost too well, he was in great conflict with himself. he found himself wanting you more and more as time went on. he thought about you when writing songs, when he was sad all he wanted to do was see you and in his happiest moments he wanted to tell you first.

Jacob

The Boy Next Door! Jacob would be the sweetest new neighbour. he's the type that when he moves in next door he would come over to formally introduce himself. ‘my mom baked these for you, I hope you don't mind’. every now and then you’d keep bumping into each other when checking the post or coming home.

Younghoon

Soulmates! everything would be meant to be for the both of you. when you first met everything was perfect. the chemistry, the energy, your values. when you had to move away for university you were heartbroken, but five years later, you both found one another again, destiny or by chance. 

Hyunjae

Right Person Wrong Time! he was like weight lifted off your shoulders when your would was crumbling down. both of your worlds were. you and Hyunjae were each others safe havens. but you both had different paths to walk and eventually, that perfect world for the both of you had to come to an end as reality hit. 

Juyeon

Childhood Sweethearts! Juyeon had the biggest thing for you when you were both kids. He would give you flowers he picked on the way to school, he would tell his parents you were the one he was going to marry, making them chuckle. the only thing was that as he grew up, that never changed for him. you were still his biggest crush. 

Kevin

Best Friends to Lovers! when you and Kevin first met you both instantly hit it off. you both would laugh until early hours of the morning, texting each other every day. he would comfort you at your worst and bring out your best. he knew you inside out except, he didn’t know your biggest secret. you liked Kevin far more than a friend and turns out, he also felt the same. 

Chanhee

Enemies to Lovers! it would start as chanhee accidentally giving you the wrong look when you first meet, immediately making you uncomfortable. out of his own insecurities that you’ve distanced yourself from him he would then assume you don’t like him and you’d turn into enemies out of a miscommunication. eventually turning into lovers tho 

Changmin

Opposites Attract! When you first met changmin through chanhee you were initially and reasonably quite weirded out by his ‘passionate’ hobbies in comparison to his bubbly personality. you also found chanhee weird for even having such a best friend. but when you got to know him more personally, you found out despite your differences, your humour aligned really well and you actually found his charms super attractive

Haknyeon

Proximity! what was haknyeon supposed to do when he realised he has to isolate with a complete stranger! you were a friend of a friend, but when you went over to his house to collect an item of hyunjaes when you both received the message you have to isolate it was a surprise to say the least. stuck for two weeks within such close proximity you began to learn each others quirks. he loved your cooking! it was the first thing he smelt in the morning and your singing in the shower would be the last thing he heard as he fell asleep

Sunwoo

Second Chance! Sunwoo really didn’t mean to break up with you the first time. he was so busy with the groups activities all the time and he was in an insecure time in his life. he worried day and night that his time spent on the group, any boy would be winning over your heart. he couldn’t give you his time and so he lashed out his insecurities on you, leading to your breakup. it was his biggest regret. in the years you spent apart, all he could do was work on becoming a better version of himself before asking for a second chance.

Eric

Fake Relationship! Eric had had enough of the teasing from the older members. he felt like he had something to prove. so when he came over to your house one evening begging you to fake a relationship with him because you were a good friend of his and he thought your were really pretty (obviously not voicing the latter aloud) how could you not agree? you already had a small crush on him and you agreed in the hopes he would like you back (he already liked you anyway :,))

#the boyz #tbz juyeon #tbz sangyeon #tbz new #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz eric #tbz #tbz scenarios #tbz q #sangyeon #jacob bae #tbz jacob #the boyz jacob #the boyz kevin #kevin moon #tbz kevin #changmin #chanhee #the boyz chanhee #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #haknyeon #ju haknyeon #sunwoo #tbz sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz eric #eric sohn

[quokkabite]

omg hi!!!

welcome to my intro post!

the basics.

name is gray • 23 • biracial • libra • intp • arospec • acespec • 🏳️‍🌈🩷 • she/her/they/them • about me!

{dm to connect on discord, duolingo, or finch!}

❕new alert ❕

siewoon -> quokkabite

header by the amazing @hyuuukais

kpop!

my groups: sf9, stray kids, tomorrow x together, onlyoneof, the boyz, &team (jpop), ateez solo releases/soloists: taeyong (nct), woodz, youngjae (b.a.p), baekhyun (exo), max changmin (tvxq!) casual listener - interested/have some knowledge, but don’t really follow as much as i’d like to: pentagon, nct (all units), shinee, p1harmony, enhypen, seventeen, day6, got7, exo, cravity, omega x, zerobaseone, xdinary heroes, new jeans

my biases + wreckers: ✨han jisung✨ ~ lee know ~ changbin ~ seungmin ~ but basically ot8 (skz), ✨rowoon✨ ~ jaeyoon ~ zuho ~ inseong (sf9), yeonjun ~ ot5- they basically all take turns being my bias (txt), yoojung ~ rie (ooo), taeyong (nct), seonghwa ~ hongjoong ~ mingi (atz), jaehan ~ yechan (ox)

other interests!

non kpop music • switch/computer/mobile games • nature • travel • poetry • tv (mostly animated, anime, kdramas, bl) • manhwas/manhuas (mostly bl) • and this is barely relevant but fun fact! i am so interested in almost anything with themes of extreme devotion and soulmates (platonic or otherwise!!)

i have a lot of interests and i’m open to exploring to see whether i will enjoy something!! so feel free to reach out if you want to share something you like!! i love when you infodump to me, vent to me (serve me some tea 😙🍵), or even just let me know how your day was!! /gen

side blogs: @/afeelingyouget @/seuniessunshine + some secret ones 🤭

DNI: human rights violators, nsfw blogs, content reposters, anti towards any member, blank blogs, don’t interact or ill block you :/

#this is… a work in progress #but welcome to me! #and my blog ig #intro post #pinned #i will add my emojis and tagging guides eventually once i get that sorted lmao

[vallkyr]

I was tagged by my bestie @devilssacrament

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs

I had to sort this a bit and removed the stuff that I haven't really worked on in too long because there's some ideas I wrote down in 2017 and then never touched ever again (I would like to apologise to all wips that met this fate)

Stray Kids: Chanlix top Felix Minsung breakup Minsung fwb Minsung Let's Dance Step Out

AB6IX: Daejeonz Abolition

The Boyz: Chance Hidden Hypnotized Jumilric arranged marriage AU Juric heat Moonbae aftercare Moonbae Mermaid AU Moonbae Timer Moonbae zombie AU Mulan Bridgerton

Hockey: Female Version Lukejohn lake house Nico amnesia Nicojack asshole fwb Nicojack Christmas Nicojack Christmas decoration Nicojack college AU Nicojack Forced Break Up Nicojack fwb Nicojack soft morning Nicojack soulmate first words Nicojack soulmate names No Proposal Physical Therapist Nico Speak Now TimoJonas

✨tada✨

I tag @diamozi 💕

#tag game #my writing

[blossom-hwa]

CONGRATS ON 5 YEARS !! i love your writing !! may i request a yeonjun + soulmate au please ? thank you for sharing your works with us 🫶

yes of course you may! thank you for your kind words and all your support :)

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

~

Title: Ways To Say I Love You

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: death (but I promise it isn’t sad)

~

In a world of seven, nearly eight billion people, Yeonjun counts himself lucky to have known the minute you said, “Which god sculpted your face, and why didn’t they make mine?”

(When the initial shock passed, he was happy to laugh loudly and say, “Well, I think I’d quite like to meet the god who sculpted yours.”)

It was as easy as that, for you and for him. The words tattooed blinding white on your left wrists were unique enough that you could identify each other on your very first meeting, nothing like the simple “Hi” on Soobin’s wrist or the “Sorry” on Huening Kai’s. And just as easy was the act of falling in love with you. Because while the universe does make mistakes, for the most part, it does the right job. 

And since the day you two met, Yeonjun has never doubted that the right person for him is you. 

But in this world of words spelt in white tattoos, the first words of meeting are not the only ones inked onto skin. On the left wrist were the first words you spoke to each other. 

On the right wrist, however, were the last words you would every say to one another. 

It’s standard practice to keep those words hidden, of course. Long sleeve shirts, wristbands, makeup - there’s a whole industry out there for it. You and Yeonjun take to the wristbands, flesh-colored things that blend into your skin. It would be impossible for either of you to see the words on your left wrists if you tried, they’re made so well. 

But, well, sometimes it isn’t hard to make a guess. 

Especially when you flinch every time he says “I love you.”

When he asks you, all you do is sigh. After a long silence, you peel the wristband from your skin, displaying those very words inked in bright white in your own handwriting. 

You stand there for a while, not saying anything, both of your wrists bare to the world. Yeonjun can’t find the words to speak, his throat failing every time he tries to come up with something to say. He loves you, loves you so much it hurts, but now he can’t even say those words without causing you anxiety, fear that he’ll drop dead the very next second because those are the words you associate with his death -

He takes your left hand between both of his. You look at him, and his heart twinges to see the tears you’re trying to hold back. A question burns on his tongue: 

Would it help if I stopped saying it?

But he can’t ask you that, can’t ask you to choose between his words of affirmation and your own comfort. So Yeonjun only smiles as best he can, squeezes your hand, and gives you a kiss on the forehead before changing the subject to what you’ll be having for dinner tonight. 

You don’t talk about it again. But it’s hard at first, hard to navigate this new world where he can’t - won’t - string those three words together to tell you just how he feels. They used to slip off his tongue so easily, a fact of life that he held close to his heart. What does he do without them now?

“Show it,” is what his mother says late one night when Yeonjun calls and she asks why her son’s eyes are so red. “If you can’t tell Y/N with words, the only way you can let them know how you feel is through action.”

And - when he thinks about it now, it’s so obvious. Actions speak louder than words, after all. But in the days after this revelation, the crater the lack of those three words have left in his heart feels insurmountable, too deep to fill with other actions and other words. 

For you, though, he knows he has to try.

So - he does. He learns, experiments, finds other ways to tell you how much he loves you. Flowers at work, kisses on the cheek. “I adore you” whispered in your ear when you surprise him at the company with his favorite takeout, breathing out a “You’re beautiful” when you come out of your room dressed for a date. Doing the laundry when he gets back early because he knows you hate folding clothes, making a reservation for your favorite restaurant on a Friday of a busy month just because. All this he does without letting those three words pass his lips once. 

It’s not as hard as he once thought it would be, he realizes. Perhaps because those words, I love you, never stop echoing in his heart, in his mind. Because he knows he loves you and that you love him. Because when love is true, it doesn’t need words to be expressed. It comes through all on its own.

And when you smile at him, so bright and so beautiful and not an ounce of worry etched into your face, Yeonjun finds that the once insurmountable cavern left in his heart when he tore those three words from his vocabulary might as well have never existed at all. 

But there comes a day when Yeonjun knows his time is short, when his bones are no longer as strong as they once were, when his lungs fails some of his breath, when wrinkles line his face that was once smooth and clean. When he collapses one day and you have to call an ambulance, no longer agile enough to help him on your own, he’s knows it’s almost time. 

Several weeks later, when you’re holding him quietly in a hospital bed, hands clasped together, Yeonjun draws on the strength of his failing heart, the strength of the love he’s held for you for so long, to lift a hand to your face and brush away a glittering tear. “Can I say it to you, love?” he whispers. “Can I say it now?”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. The tears roll harder, faster, dripping onto the bedsheets and his blanket. Yet you smile, soft, bright, and beautiful, as your hand cups his cheek. “Of course, Yeonjun.”

He sits up with your help, breath weak and light. It takes him a moment to collect the energy he needs to speak, but when he does, he feels stronger than ever before. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Yeonjun smiles, leaning into your palm. “I have always loved you, and I will continue to love you, always.” And, because that isn’t enough, nowhere near enough to express the depths of his emotions for you - “I love you.”

You kiss his forehead. “I know,” you whisper. “I have never doubted it.”

(Those are the words etched into his left wrist, but that you will never know until he goes.)

He closes his eyes, then, lets you help him back between the bedsheets, kiss his lips and hold his hand between yours. The world feels soft, so soft in your arms.

He’s sure there will still be a smile on his face when he finally slips away. 

#txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together #txt yeonjun #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #txt scenarios #tomorrow x together scenarios #yeonjun oneshots #yeonjun fanfic #txt fanfic #txt oneshots #txt yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #choi yeonjun x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #fluff #drabble #soulmate!au #cw death #ways to say I love you #5 year anniversary drabble game #lina answers #nlnkm #blossom-hwa

[nana-kom]

🍓Masterlist of works🍓

STRAY KIDS

🍓 Hyunjin new’s routine, part 2

🍓 Buisness Trip

🍓Happy Meals

🍓Superball

🍓Mean Boys

🍓Delivery Boy, part 2

🍓Minho’s Boyfriends

🍓New York’s Feedie

🍓The Office

🍓Soulmate, part 2: Minsung

🍓Trick or treat

🍓Maknae On Top

🍓A Tale of Magic and Potions

🍓Make a wish

JISUNG’S MIX-UP

🍬Chapter one

🍬Chapter two

🍬Chapter three

THE BOYZ

🍭Haknyeon’s piggy

SEVENTEEN

💎The bet

#weight gain fic #chubby kpop #weight gain kpop #kpopfeedism

[urszn]

hi esther could u do the shipping my moots with idols game

SHIPPING MY MOOTS WITH IDOLS (🌟)

HI OH EM GEE MORE GAMES anyways….

BREAKING NEWS NEW COUPLES IN TOWN!

01. @zuyairus x chaewon, lesserafim — this one very obvious i mean yeni posts abt her all the time and some people say that she used to have an account dedicated to her (probably still does) the relationship has been confirmed by both sides and they’ve been dating for 9000 years!

02. @soov x jungwon, enhypen — another very obvious one rei has confirmed they are soulmates and can be a little delulu but it’s okay bc her and jungwon are locked in fr fr 😜🙏 also in a way i feel like they’re similar, funny, cute, and leader type vibes (jungwon is a leader but yk they both just radiate “follow me” leader vibes 😭

03. @luvhyun3 x jay, enhypen — random?! not really atleast for me it’s just right, kana and jay are just wow, i feel like both of them are just funny yet so like calm in a way (ik jay isn’t calm calm) but they both just give these vibes that i can’t explain that i feel like they would just bond

04. @wonieleles x mark, nct dream — IK IK RANDOM LIKE REALLY RANDOM (sorry chenle) but i feel like they’re both so…talented and pretty and just funny overall that they would make jokes all the time that could sound so stupid and only they would laugh abt it, idk i just see them being that one couple that has a good relationship and are just best friends and i can imagine mark showing sia his raps and sia showing him her poems and oh em gee idk i just see it also they both give leader vibes (ik ik mark is the leader) but both are so wholesome and just funny

05. @son4taa x juyeon, the boyz —another very obvious couple, a source told me that sona has a secret account where she rants about the boyz specifically juyeon, also i feel like they would be the it couple idk why just THAT couple that is just an ideal match

06. @trsrina x minji, new jeans — IT MAKES SENSE idk how to explain it, minji is calm in a way and ina is…ina which is good bc they balance eachother out, energetic and calm, plus they just sound good together, minji and ina 🫶😜

sorry i was kinda rushing with this 😭so i didn’t do many ppl last post of the night good night 😭

#🌟 — inbox ! #— esther pookies 🌟 #ask games

[lumineescente]

Fanfics masterlist!

ao3: luminee

fandoms: the boyz, monsta x, izone, ateez, stray kids, onf, pentagon

haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, naruto,

the boyz

sunkyu (sunwoo x q)

a blooming spell, 77k, magical universe, CHANGMIN IS A CAT!!, world building, prophecies, magicians, elves, vampires, soulmates au, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, ft izone members

"You shouldn’t believe appearances, Sunwoo, everything is more than what it seems and there is plenty that you don’t know about. Yet.”

Sunwoo follows a strange black cat to an abandoned theater. He'll open the door to a magic world and discovers his true identity, and the new role he has to take.

ongoing work (14/?)

milcob (hyunjae x jacob)

time is running out, 17k, science fiction, angst, ambiguous/open ending, mcd

prompt: wherein jaehyun is sprinting across the streets of Seoul to get to his destination but midst of it, he bumps into a stranger and accidentally makes the stranger 's bag topple over and spill its contents. among everything, jaehyun sees a Polaroid of the stranger.. and older him?

written for the hyunjae fest 2022

the friendz, 16k, friends au, side juric / bbangnyu, humor and fluff

What happens when you put The Boyz in Central Perk ?

juric (juyeon x eric)

eric, 1.1k, love confession, good ending, first kiss, based on taylor swift "betty"

He had not understood much about what he had been feeling, the only thing he had known was that he had missed Eric.

stray kids

seungjin (seungmin x hyunjin)

gold rush, 9.4k, small towns, strangers to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, coming out, mutual pining, feelings denial, lgbtq+ topics, based on taylor swift "gold rush"

"Seungmin knows everything everywhere in his home town yet he could not have known the new waiter in the main café and he feels like he has entered a parallel space when he walks in."

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? with your hair falling down like dominoes_

champagne problems, 2.7k, arranged marriage, historical setting, childhood friends, love confessions, based on taylor swift "champagne problems"

“I thought about leaving,” he muttered.

“Yet you’re still here.”

“I could not.”

“For her?”

anime

haikyuu

osakita (osamu miya x kita shinsuke)

downpour, 8.5k, growing feelings, canon compliant, post time skip, irregular narrative, slow burn

"“Hello Kita-san,” Osamu says when they are very close.

“Hello Osamu,” Kita answers softly, “you know we won’t be able to use that umbrella when we take out the rice bags, right?”

“I know but at least it’ll spare us a few droplets.”

“Mmh.. and what about when I told you to call me Shinsuke? Or at least, Kita?” “I guess I said I’ll think about it?”

Kita says nothing back, he just shakes his head but he is smiling."

(more to add)

#masterlist #fanfics #the boyz #sunkyu #milcob #juric #monsta x #stray kids #seungjin #izone #onf #jujutsu kaisen #haikyuu #naruto #ao3 #fic stuff #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #very bad at summaries #and at tagging:) #osakita

[restlessmaknae]

yes!!! what are these wips??

Oh, I have a loooot!

Let's just stick to the ones that are kind of more put together in my head:

dystopian + clones au ft. Hoyoung (VERIVERY) - this is for my own collab

punk-rock band member + co-worker!Hwiyoung (SF9) - this is the last part of my kids in the dark series which revolves around two fictional instrumental bands

kinda bad boy!Hwiyoung (SF9)

spiderman au ft. Yuchan (A.C.E)

kind of classmates to strangers to lovers ft. Jay (ENHYPEN)

childhood best friends to lovers ft. medic's son!Jake (ENHYPEN) x princess!reader - it's a royalty au plus somewhat historical

another best friends to lovers ft. Jake (ENHYPEN), but it's set in the modern days, actually thinking of an Australian setting

rugby player!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x cheerleader!reader - this would be a spin-off to my Jake story 'how to cross the line?'

dancing on ice-inspired au ft. ice skater!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x actress!reader

small town au ft. fitness trainer!Jangjun (Golden Child)

step up au ft. Ten (NCT)

guardian angel!Xiaojun (NCT)

prince!Hwanwoong (ONEUS)

soulmate au ft. Seoho (ONEUS)

p1harmony beginning of the new world-inspired au ft. Intak (P1Harmony)

starstruck au ft. solo singer!Yeonjun (TXT)

soldier!Yeonjun (TXT) x princess!reader

barista!Yeonjun (TXT)

travel au ft. Jacob (THE BOYZ)

flame tamer!Hoyoung (VERIVERY)

gang member!Subin (VICTON) - spin-off to my Sejun story 'loving you is a losing game'

practice teacher!Yohan (WEi) - also middle school classmates to lovers, he would be a taekwondo practice teacher for reader's little sister

And I have many others for which I only have a specific au or a fleeting idea, but for these, at least I know where I would like to go with them, so there are already notes taken or some kind of a plot put together. :D

So yeah, feel free to ask if anything interests you (anyone!), and I'm willing to share some more details. 💖

#ask #reply #thank you for taking interest in the idea :D #wip game #can i call it that?

[mirisss]

Hi, how have you been doing??

If your still taking requests I want to request for the boyz poly? Ot11

Can you do one where Y/N is a new popular Actress& Soloist all of the boys are huge fans of hers & Younghoon gets to star in a new drama while they film for the new show finds out the first day the meet each during filming after a day of working he goes back to tell the others he found their soulmate and who it is they get jealous that he gets to hang out with Y/N more until they meet at an award show. Younghoon introduces them they make plans to hang out secretly skip 3 months they officially start dating and it’s still a secret from the media someone leaks a some pictures while Y/n chilling at the boyz dorm so they have no choice but to tell the media they have found their soulmate. I apologize if it’s too much but can you make it angst and fluffy can do some from the boys POV?? Again sorry if it’s too much

Hi, of course, this might turn out quite similar to a TXT request I got as they are fairly similar in the storyline but I hope you enjoy it either way.

You can find it ~ here ~

#mirisss.requests #mirisss.asks #the boyz request

[byuluno]

2023 in review

thought i'd put together a post recommending some of my favorite things i've read/watched/interacted with during this past year! and here it is, a rec list highly tailored to my own interests haha.

˚✧₊⁎ fics ⁎⁺˳✧༚

The Better Part of Valour by rachelindeed, for the Sherlock Holmes short stories (ACD Sherlock Holmes) this is an incredible canon-compliant story, and in particular i think it's a cool approach to the stories being published in-universe. the opening makes me smile every time - "Dr Watson is as much a liar as ever, God be praised. In my heart I never lost hope that it was so." (the ending too, but i won't include that here!)

万象更新 | spring sabbatical by frostferox, for MDZS/The Untamed this is so full of caring between all the characters and especially full of mouthwatering descriptions of food. i always love food as a love language, and this is a lovely example of it.

scorch thy heart and home by idlestorms, for The Boyz i would like to thank this fic for reminding me how obsessed i am with empathy as a supernatural ability... i always love canon-compliance with magical realism sprinkled over it. but also this is so loving and full of emotional hurt/comfort!

Embers by Vathara, for Avatar: the Last Airbender i am so obsessed with the worldbuilding in this. amazingly thorough canon divergence that really digs into what happens when different belief systems/moral frameworks collide. tbh i read this in a feverish daze while i was on vacation, and it was great

hopeless, breathless, baby can’t you see? by xylophones, for Yuri!!! on Ice sometimes you read a fic that makes you see a trope you already liked in a new way. this one was like that for me, for soulmate AUs... i particularly love the emphasis on platonic soulmates and the element of choice that they added to the trope.

˚✧₊⁎ book ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach informative and gross! somehow also humorous and candid! i do not specifically recommend reading it on a lunch break (speaking from experience), but i do recommend it!

˚✧₊⁎ movie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Everything Everywhere All At Once oooof, the most directly sniped i've ever been by a movie, as a daughter and a child of immigrants and a chinese-american. also the most individual times i've cried in a single viewing. absolutely incredible. multiple of my coworkers apparently mentally associate this movie with me now lol

˚✧₊⁎ poems ⁎⁺˳✧༚

"Amazon History of a Former Nail Salon Worker" by Ocean Vuong subtly devastating in a format i didn't expect.

"Goldenrod" by Mary Oliver lovely nature imagery that really gives me this kind of... expansive, loving feeling?

˚✧₊⁎ video game ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Samsara Room by Rusty Lake really fun surrealist, point-and-click puzzle game, in the same style as all their others (in my experience so far). i've enjoyed all of their games that i've played so far, but i still like the vibes of this one the most.

˚✧₊⁎ recipe ⁎⁺˳✧༚

milk bread this year i have newly discovered the feeling of making bread dough and coming back to find that it has risen, and it's still really exciting to me! it's also fun to try out different toppings on it :)

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please anticipate the forthcoming gifset i'm still working on for these lol

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Scripted - Choi Chanhee

Summary: Chanhee and Y/N never expected their soulmates to be foreigners, but neither of them were against the idea. It would open a window of opportunity for adventures that they couldn’t dream of as teenagers. 

Characters: choi chanhee (new) x reader

Genre/Warnings: soulmate au, college au, foreigner au, fluff, angst if you squint

Words: 2.4k

Additional: Bold words are spoken in Korean

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    Chanhee was peeved. The elegant script on his wrist didn't remotely resemble the harsh lines of Korean characters, rather the curly and exaggerated letters of the English language. How could fate be so cruel, to match two people who may not ever meet? It was a tragedy. But what really made him upset was that he couldn’t even read his soulmate’s name.

On the other hand, Y/N was very excited when the ink appeared on her wrist. All of her friends were complaining about how basic and common the names of their soulmates were, narrowing their chances of finding the right person. But not this young girl, no, her soulmate wasn’t a James or a William. He was exotic, someone who’s name that she’d have to study to be able to learn; and she loved the challenge. 

Chanhee’s soulmate’s name had made itself known when he’d turned sixteen, almost dead center of his high school career. At this point, he’d completed his required language credits with two semesters of Japanese, and it seemed that he’d have to sacrifice his extra choir classes for English ones. It’s not that Chanhee was off-put by the fact his soulmate was different, he was actually quite excited. He just believed that the romance may have been doomed before it had even begun because of the distance. There were too many ‘what if’s’ to factor in, and it made Chanhee’s heart hurt when he thought about it too much. All of the heartache was left behind when Chanhee was first able to utter the name on his wrist. 

Y/N L/N....

Y/N’s wrist had also been inked when she’d turned sixteen. Unlike the sprawling cursive that she’d seen adorn the wrists of her friends and family, Y/N’s wrist was characterized with dark lines and odd symbols that she couldn’t decipher. It was puzzling to say the least, but the scowl had quickly turned into a smile. Unlike Chanhee, she hadn’t fulfilled any language credits, leaving the challenge of learning Korean right open. It took her awhile to figure out that the language was indeed Korean, believing it to be Chinese first. But eventually the symbols matched to letters and the words all fell into place…

Choi Chanhee…

Both people were giddy with excitement, continuously mouthing the name of their soulmate over and over, ingraining it to memory. They threw themselves into studying the other’s language, losing sleep some nights just to perfect simple sentences. By the time Chanhee had graduated high school, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind about attending an English university. He applied all over the world, applications being sent out to America, Great Britain and even places in Asia that had good exchange student programs if going abroad failed. 

Unfortunately, Y/N had the same idea. She applied to every major university in South Korea, hoping to god she’d get in. She had other colleges in mind too; ones with good Korean History majors with exchange programs. The pair got their acceptance letters on the same day, shock written all over their faces. Out of every university, they each only got accepted to one choice; it had to have been fate.

Chanhee spent the summer studying English for his first semester at NYU, anxiously trying to master as much as the foreign language as he could. Y/N took summer classes at UCLA to brush up on her Korean, the acceptance letter to Seoul National University tacked to her cork board the moment it had come in. Both were anxious, hoping and praying that fate would give them a chance. To Y/N and Chanhee, the single acceptance letters meant a meeting, a one out of a hundred chances that they could be together. 

Chanhee’s bags were packed and loaded into his family’s car by 7:30 am that August day, his flight leaving at approximately 8:45 and headed to New York. The time difference was messing with Chanhee’s brain the deeper he thought about it; He would technically land at 10 am on August 7th, the same day he departed his home in South Korea, but yet almost fourteen hours ahead. Regardless, Chanhee found himself settled into a less than comfortable economy class seat on a plane that would hopefully take him to his soulmate. 

Y/N didn’t get any sleep on August 6th; there was honestly no point. She would have to leave her childhood home shortly after midnight to catch her 1:30 am flight to New York. There wasn’t a huge difference between Los Angeles and New York, her flight putting her in the state a little after 10 am. The flight wasn’t long, around five hours if she was lucky. The flight to South Korea that would follow would be hell; she didn’t know how on earth she’d be able to stand a fourteen hour flight. She’d have to count on lots of sleep. 

--- Y/N’s POV - 10:34 am ---

    JFK International Airport was just as big and noisy as I’d expected it to be. Too bad I had a headache and couldn’t appreciate the full beauty of New York City. Every corner I turned had people from different parts of the globe at it, their native languages adding to the endless chatter that bounced off the walls of the airport. I got to baggage claim a little bit after 10:30, spotting my mustard yellow suitcase from a mile away. My smaller plastic case covered in stickers ordered off of Amazon conveniently laid next to it. After successfully attaching the small box to my suitcase, I took off towards the shuttles, catching one before it had shut its doors. 

I took a seat and pulled up a map on my phone, trying to figure out where the seating area and terminal were for my next flight to South Korea. Sighing to myself when I saw they were on the opposite side of the airport, I shut my phone off and closed my eyes. So much for the idea of stopping for breakfast.

--- Chanhee’s POV - 10:42 ---

    Baggage claim had been a nightmare. I’d frozen at the sheer amount of English that I hadn’t heard which area his suitcase would be dropped off at. A business-looking woman had kindly told me in broken Korean as we exited the terminal. I thanked her profusely before running off in the opposite direction, following the many arrows and signs meant to direct me towards the baggage claim. In the end I found it with just enough time to claim my silver suitcase before it disappeared through the chute. I sighed with relief, the voice in my head had been dreading having to go to a help desk and attempt to explain the situation. 

The shuttle was practically empty of people heading to the main building of JFK International Airport. It was easier on me this way, I could read everything and fully absorb information without crowds of people getting in the way. As I exited the shuttle, luggage dragging across the ground behind me, my neck tingled slightly. It was like a breeze had come through and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I couldn’t describe the feeling, it was overwhelming yet not in so many different ways. Unfortunately the moment was ruined by the ringing of my cell phone. I sighed and unlocked it, answering the call and putting the phone to my ear. 

--- Y/N’s POV - 10:49 am ---

    I ambled around the main expanse of the airport, looking for my terminal and any fast-food restaurant that could fulfill my stomach without making me miss my flight. I’d already passed through airport security, the process much quicker here than back home in LAX. I scanned the faces of so many people, trying to find one that looked friendly enough to go up to. If I could just find someone who might know where the Asian airlines were, I could save myself a trip to an Airport Help Desk that could take more time than I was willing to sacrifice. 

As I strutted along I caught the ending of a conversation in Korean. I listened for a moment to confirm I was indeed comprehending the language and turned to pinpoint the source of the conversation. About ten feet away stood a guy; He was taller than me, with a skinny and lanky body and thick brown hair that resembled a mullet if you squinted. He was speaking rapid Korean into his phone, pushing hair out of his face, his soulmate tattoo peeking out from under his sleeves. 

In a moment of desperation, I made my way over to him, hoping that he had indeed just come from Korea and would know which shuttle I could take to find my terminal. It really did seem silly, fully aware that I was choosing a person who’s language I was still learning over any other passerby who could comprehend my native tongue. But something in the back of my mind was urging me to go to him, to speak to him. I reached him just as he had seemingly hung up on the phone, his hand tucking the device back into his pocket.

“Excuse me, could you tell me where terminal T18 is?”

I spoke slowly, hoping that I’d gotten every pronunciation and word correct. He stared at me in stunned silence, his mouth gaped open. After a long pause, he regained his consciousness and responded in Korean.

“Maybe- try taking that shuttle over there. I’m pretty sure T18 was near where I came from.”

--- Third POV - 10:50 ---

   Chanhee honestly couldn’t believe that his first interaction in America would be in Korean. He was so ready to speak English, pushing all the doubts of his pronunciation and accent down. But here he was, speaking in his sharp Korean to a complete stranger, a foreigner no less. Though, he supposed, he was the foreigner now. 

The girl bowed briefly and thanked him, turned to re-grab her loaded down suitcase and head to the shuttle loading area. She was beautiful, Chanhee thought. Her piercing (e/c) eyes and her expertly tied up (h/c) hair. The light makeup she wore suited her, and the form-fitting leggings accented the muscles in her thighs and calves well. He didn’t mean to shamelessly check her out, but it was hard not to appreciate true beauty when he saw it.

In the split second the girl went to walk away his hand shot out and grabbed her forearm. Both of them were shocked to say the least; Chanhee’s thoughts were very muddled when he met her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, Chanhee beat her to it in his best English.

“Where are you going?”

The girl seemed puzzled, and looked down at the grip he had on her arm. Chanhee immediately released her and stepped back, allowing the girl to take him in fully as well. 

Y/N was shocked when she felt the hand stop her from advancing forward, and even more shocked when the stranger asked her a basic question in heavily accented English. She was torn between talking to the very handsome stranger and getting to the terminal early. She examined the time on her watch, the digital face telling her it was 11 am before meeting the eyes of the man and responding.

“I’m going to South Korea, I’m attending college in Seoul.”

Chanhee seemed surprised by the answer, though he didn’t know what he was expecting coming from someone he happened to stumble across in the airport. He supposed that this meeting was a chance, a Korean-speaking American stopping and asking an English-speaking Korean for directions to her terminal. They thought made him pause then smile, wondering if this had been fate.

“What’s your name?” Chanhee asked quietly, the ghost of a smile on his lips and hope in his eyes.

“Y/N.” She responded, turning towards Chanhee questioningly, still not catching on to what was happening. “What’s yours? What brings you to New York?”

Happiness. Joy. Excitement. These were all the emotions coursing through Chanhee. Y/N, a face to the words scrawled on his wrist. There was no doubt in his mind that this was his soulmate; that this was his home. 

“My name is Chanhee, nice to meet you! I’m in America for college as well.”

The look of shock that crossed your face when you processed his words would stay in his mind forever. The way Y/N’s eyes sparkled with tears, and the way her lips curved upwards into a brilliant smile. The airport seemed to quiet around them, as if time was frozen in this moment just for them.

Y/N was shocked; She didn’t think that this chance meeting would be the one to bring her and her soulmate together. She thought that meeting Chanhee would have occurred in a class or perhaps at a small coffee house near campus. Never in a million years was Y/N prepared to bump into Chanhee at JFK International Airport the day before she would start a new life in South Korea dedicated to finding him. 

The pair smiled at each other, taking in the sight before Y/N unexpectedly threw her arms around Chanhee, pulling him into a tight hug. After a moment of processing, Chanhee wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and laid his chin on her head, laughing at the gesture. They pulled back and stared into each other’s eyes just as reality cut back in.

“11:30 am flight to Seoul, South Korea at T18 is boarding, repeat, flight to Seoul at T18 is boarding now!”

Chanhee’s mind was frantic, whipping his head back down to search Y/N’s face. Surely she wouldn’t leave him this quickly after meeting? Then the thought occurred to him, that she would have to leave eventually. Her tuition and expenses must have already been paid for the year in Seoul, not to mention the plane ticket fee that would go to waste if she didn’t leave right this moment. His face grew somber, laying a hand on Y/N’s shoulder who seemed to be deep in thought.

“What are you all sad about? Did someone die?”

“You need to go, your flight is boarding...”

Y/N smiled, resting her own hand on top of Chanhee’s, “I’m not going anywhere for quite some time Chanhee.”

fin.

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HAVE WE MET BEFORE | K.M

SUMMARY *･゜ﾟ↝ you bump into a stranger and for some reason, you feel drawn towards him

PAIRING *･゜ﾟ↝ tbz kevin x f!reader

GENRE *･゜ﾟ↝ angst, soulmate au, slight fluff

WARNINGS *･゜ﾟ↝ profanities

WORD COUNT *･゜ﾟ↝ 8K+

INSPIRED BY :

The ground is sprinkled with snow as you make your way into the book café. The warmness of the café engulfs you whole, chasing away the nagging cold that has been torturing you to the bone.

It really had been a while.

You mutter as the interior of the café greets your eyes, allowing your memories of the past to come gushing into your mind.

The last time you were here was right before you moved out of your old apartment to another city. You really didn’t have a solid reason for moving out, you just felt like you need a change. You felt the urge of leaving something behind and move onwards with life in new surroundings.

But here you are again, coming back in the search of that particular something you thought you’d be able to find when you moved out. Searching for the patches to mend the gaps of your hollow life.

The café remains the same as ever, a minimalistic interior painted in monochromatic tones. The only difference is the additional Christmas decoration adorning the walls and ceiling.

But you can't help but feel empty, to feel that something is missing.

You head to a spot at one corner of the cafe, one that used to be your favourite spot. The sole of your boots clacks slow-paced against the tiles. Your fingers wrap around a cup of coffee, not able to function without the caffeine streaming in your bloodstream.

You like your coffee black, but today you just feel the need for difference and go with a flat white instead.

Your eyes dart out of the picture window, your sight falls on the crystal-like powder vomited by the sky, cladding the ground whole.

You hate this.

You hate that the season that used to be your favourite has now turned into your most loathed.

You hate that the white flurries are now nothing but merely frozen precipitation to you, nothing more than a wintry mix.

You hate that the quietness of the café is not able to comfort you like it used to.

You hate that the soft chattering of the people occupying the café is no longer your favourite sound to listen to.

You hate that the smell of the freshly brewed coffee is not able to set your heart with excitement while it used to be the thing that you always looked forward to after long, tiring days.

You hate it.

How did it all go wrong?

You shut your eyes, fingers fumbling with the ceramic handle of the cup that has long emptied as if doing so could stop you from pondering over your miserable life.

Your fingers wrap around the ceramic cup as if holding onto dear life, emptying your thoughts when a sweet voice dangles in the quietness of the café, blending with the indistinct chattering of the other customer, along with the sound of footsteps that is getting louder as it approaches to where you are sitting. The voice is quiet and soft, yet doesn’t fail to reach your eardrum.

The owner of the voice settles in a seat somewhere near you, which you assume at the opposite corner of the long table you are occupying.

You breathe out a long sigh as you open your eyes, your front still facing the window, your back facing the newcomer.

It is when you decide to get out of your seat to get your free refill that you are stopped dead in your actions, hands clenching involuntarily around the cup as you catch sight of the stranger sitting opposite of you.

You can feel your heart swell as it starts to pick up the pace, ramming against your ribcage with a feeling that you are incapable of describing.

But you know all too well that it is nothing shy of pain.

A messy mixture of pain, dread, and sadness, but laced with a dash of longing.

What is wrong with me?

This is the first time you’ve met the stranger, as far as your memories can stretch. Both you and the stranger don’t know each other. So why are you feeling this way?

Your eyes start to feel hot, warm tears begin to form. Before it could find its way off the brim of your eyes, you promptly take your cup with you to the refilling section, not forgetting to grab a hard-covered novel as you head back to your seat.

The raven-haired stranger settles there comfortably, earphones stuffing both ears with a book in his hand.

Pull yourself together, for goodness sake.

He rushes into the place where he had breathed in more oxygen than he does at his own home. Or house? Does it even deserve to be called home?

He shakes off the snow decorating his hair and his long coat before pushing his way inside through the door. As much as he hates to admit, he knows all too well that he had grown out of love of this café long ago. He hates it.

And as much as he hates the place, he keeps coming back. How can he run away? How can he escape when that very place has become a part of him? How can he run from the fraction of his own self?

The doorbell chimes, notifying his presence. He beelines straight to the counter, getting himself hot matcha, trying his absolute best to reduce his caffeine intake.

He clutches his hand at the side of his coat when his pounding headache suddenly strikes him. He had been having occasional headaches for months now, for an unknown reason. He’s so sure that his caffeine addiction is not the only one to blame for the pain that has been torturing him. He knows it goes beyond that.

He mouths lyrics of a random song that pops in his brain, his foot tapping on the tiles, ignoring the pounding headache like he always did. Ignoring, something that he does best.

Black cup in hand, he heads to his usual spot while humming to the song still. His usual spot at the corner of the café, such a suitable spot for him to shun himself from the others.

He spots a stranger his age sitting at the long table where he always sits, head facing outside. He would usually get uncomfortable and would half-heartedly give up the spot and sit at any other vacant table. But now that he’s seeing the sight, he somehow feels like that usual, boring spot seems completed.

At that very moment, the pain strikes him as scenes flash in his mind for a split second before disappearing along with the ache.

What the hell?

The scene was too faint to even be distinguishable.

This is one of the reasons why he avoids being in his house. The pounding headache. For some weird reasons which remain unknown to him, the headache is the most intense when he’s in his apartment. And that’s why he keeps running away.

But now that it even happens at every other place, where should he run away?

Brushing off the headache, he settles at the end of the table. A constricted sigh leaves his mouth as his hand runs through his ebony hair, hoping the pain would subside.

He rummages his backpack, withdrawing a hard-covered book in the shade of pale yellow.

He plugs in his earphones when the stranger suddenly gets out of her seat. As much he would appreciate that he’s now alone, he can feel his heart drop in his chest at the sight of the stranger leaving.

But he just shrugs it off. After all, he enjoys his own company the most. Or at the very least, he forced himself to believe that that’s the case.

When he thinks that the stranger had left, she comes back with her hands wrapped around a hard-covered book and a cup of coffee. That’s when he catches sight of her face and right there and then the headache thwacks him for the umpteenth time. He can feel his heartbeat peaking.

Random scenes flash at the back of his head again.

The scenes are faint, just like before, but this time he’s able to descry a place very familiar, a place that is very close to him.

The café.

He shakes his head several times, diverting all attention to his book at hand, ignoring the weird occurrence that keeps torturing him.

As hard as he try to discern the words written on the page, it would still appear like a set of blurry lines. He keeps on rereading the same page.

He grabs for his cup of matcha, drawing it to his mouth to take a sip when the pounding headache rams his skull, this time even more intense and agonisingly painful than before.

He doesn’t even try to hold back his groan of agony as he abruptly shoves the cup onto the table, spilling the content all over the varnished wood.

And that action of his has successfully withdrawn the stranger from her tiny world and diverted all her attention to his writhing self as he feels her slowly approaching.

“Are you okay?” Kevin’s head jolts up at hearing your voice, his eyes meeting yours. Worry etches your façade, concern prominent on your features. And once again, random scene dances in front of his eyes.

But this time it was clear.

He can see it clearly. You.

He sees you, your eyes boring into his, forming crescents as your lips shape a smile, your expression is one that mirrors happiness, not one of concern like right now.

And as fast as it had appeared, it is once again gone, sending his hand flying to his head once more, trying to abate the racking pain that follows.

Are you okay?

Is he ever okay?

You quickly lift his book, preventing the spilled matcha from kissing its cover.

“I’m so sorry— I, oh god. Thank you.” Kevin stutters as you place his now empty cup beside his book. You reach your bag, rummaging through it in search of something.

You quickly hand him the small bottle of painkillers that you always carry around with you.

Kevin’s hand wraps around the bottle, his headache somehow may have subsided since he seems to no longer groan in agony as he was before, but his head is still hung low.

“Oh yes! I’m so sorry, hold on.” You rummage through your bag once again as he’s about to mutter something, withdrawing a bottle of mineral water before handing it to him.

“You really don’t need to—.” Kevin is about to refuse but reluctantly grab it from your hand as he looks at your firm expression.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Kevin doesn’t usually take medication when his headache strikes. He doesn’t like relying on drugs, not that it does anything in curing his unknown pain anyways. But seeing that this stranger who he barely knows is so keen to help, he doesn’t have the heart to refuse.

You watch as he gulps the painkiller in one go, before blankly eyeing the wooden surface of the table, the pattern seeming weirdly intriguing at times like this.

Silence fills the void between both of you. After good seconds filled with nothing but the sound of people chattering at the back, you raise your head, wanting to break out of the agonising quietness.

“You—“

“What—“

The sentence that you have formed in your mind earlier dissipates into thin air as his own comes to a halt. Silence once again serenades you and him before you both crack into laughter.

“You first.” He said, curt yet friendly.

“Well, umm- what’s your name?” you fight down the stutter that almost left your mouth, trying your utmost best to pacify your quickening heartbeat.

“It’s Kevin. Moon Kevin.”

Kevin.

His name rings a bell in your head, unlocking an invisible lock that had confined a part of your brain thus letting wild voices roam free, serenading your consciousness.

‘Gosh, Moon Kevin!’

You hear a voice, the tone of the voice is one of sheer happiness.

‘What are you doing Kevin?’

Trails of chuckles follow the voice this time.

‘My moonchild.’

And again. It is laced with fondness this time.

“What about you? What’s your name?” His feather-like voice brings you back to reality as fast as you were gone. Thankfully, you catch yourself zoning out before the random flashbacks could get to the best of you.

Flashbacks? Was it a flashback? How could it be a flashback when you can’t even recollect the pieces of memories at the back of your mind? When you can’t even remember creating the memories in the first place?

You mutter your name before reaching out to shake his warm hand that is extended your way, anticipating a response.

The moment when your hand touches his, when your fingers brush over his, you swear you can feel the jolt of electricity shooting through your body. And judging by his expression, you think, you know that he feels it too.

Who is he?

Kevin Moon, a stranger you just met. But feels a lot closer. Your heart clenches in your chest, recalling the traces of this stranger that your brain couldn’t come up with.

You know there’s definitely something, you can feel it. You are able to reach it but couldn’t quite grasp it.

“Are you new here? Haven’t seen you around here before.” He shoots again while maintaining eye contact, his expression soft, successfully blanketing you with a warm feeling, making you feel welcomed. He fumbles with something in between his palms before realising that he has not yet returned the painkiller that you gave earlier. “Oh! I’m sorry, here you go. Again, thank you so much. Really appreciate that.”

“It’s nothing. Glad that I could be some sort of help.” A smile forms on your lips. You exhale the breath you didn’t notice you were holding before continuing.

“Well, yeah um— I’m not from around here. But I casually came here before I moved away back then.”

“Ah, I see. Why did you move? Well, you don’t need to answer it if you’re not comfortable though. I could be snooping my nose in something that I shouldn’t have to sometimes I—..” he starts blabbering, worry etched on his sharp feature, his voice shaky, feeling like he’s encroaching on way too much.

“No Kevin, it’s fine.” You quickly cut him, not wanting him to feel ill at ease. “I just feel the need for change, that is all I guess.” You lightly chuckle at your newly fabricated answer. You yourself don’t know the answer to that.

“That’s great. I’ve been wanting to move away for quite some time too, but..” he heaves a heavy sigh, looking away. You get no chance to know the continuation of his sentence when his attention is diverted to his beeping phone.

He sighs for the umpteenth time before redirecting his gaze back to you. “I’m sorry but I need to go. Well um— is there any way that I could return your favour? Perhaps—..”

“No, there’s no need. Really. It’s nothing. I’m more than glad to be able to help.”

After a few failed persuasions, Kevin finally gives in before hurriedly shoving his things into his backpack. He raises to his feet, nodding a little before finally parting ways with you.

“Hope to see you again soon.” He adds, slow but is able to reach your ear before slowly beelining towards the exit.

“Me too.” You reply after his silhouette can no longer be seen, the utterance is nothing more than for only yourself to hear. You fumble with your fingers, somehow regretting that your little unforeseen rendezvous has come to an end.

That was it.

You mutter as you push down a lump forming in your throat.

He’s nothing more than a stranger merely crossing paths. And it’s going to stay that way.

Stop giving it too much thought.

When you are grabbing your belongings and about to leave, rushed footsteps echo against the tiles of the café towards you, and there he is once again, with a smile plastered on his face and a paper cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand, extended your way.

“Here you go. Just, consider it as a small gift.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. Words refuse to leave your mouth. Seeing your bewildered expression, he takes your hand in his. His warm palm envelops your cold one, before sheltering the cup of coffee safely in your grip.

“I am really in quite of a hurry, so um— I’ll get going.” He backpedals, his hand gestures towards the exit.

“It was really nice meeting you.”

Nice meeting you.

I wonder whether your impression will still be the same once you get to know me, Kevin.

With shaky breaths, you too make your way out of the café, parting ways.

You lifted your leg, crossing one under the other on the café’s stool. Your hand reached up to brush your hair off your face, before resting against your temple, crease prominent on your forehead. A sharp exhale left your mouth.

“That’s it, I’m fucked up.”

“Language, young lady.”

Once again, you were here, sprinting, exerting your all efforts for the upcoming tests with books cluttered all over the table, but nothing near the clutters in your head.

“This is physically and emotionally exhausting please I don’t wanna do this anymore!” You groaned, your face finding its place in the palms of your hands. At this point, you were literally one trigger away from ripping your head off your body.

“Now now.. Breathe in.. Breathe out..” You followed his words, barely calming yourself down.

“You can do it. You did it successfully last time, and you are going to ace it this time too. Don’t think too much about it, please. Hm?” He spoke, his tone calm, contradicting your current roily state.

You created space between your palm and your face, your eyes meeting his tranquil ones. His aura surely was very contagious. Looking at his calm façade alone had magically soothed your raging anxiety and worry about the upcoming exams.

His hand snaked across the table, interlocking his fingers with yours, while his other hand reached for the book in front of you, flipping through the pages. Your hand gently grasped his bigger one, absorbing all the positivity and serenity he hold, before slowly rocking your intertwined hands side to side.

It fits, you thought. Your hand fits into his perfectly, as if his were made only for you, and yours were uniquely created for him. It fits faultlessly like two puzzle pieces being connected. Like a key fitting into its respective lock.

You averted your gaze from your connected hands, locking gaze with his loving ones. It was silent, a pleasant one. You both don’t even need to do much talking, each other’s presence is more than enough to fill in the vacuity.

He raised your hand before planting a soft peck on your knuckle. “Go on, you can do it. Just do it like how you normally did.” He placed your book in its previous place in front of you.

You wiggled his hand before reluctantly letting go, continuing your revision session.

You flipped through the pages before noticing the colourful label tag being stuck on different pages of your revision books.

“I don’t remember sticking this?” you looked at him, brows slightly raised. “You did this?”

“What?” he blurted, playing dumb.

“No, I don’t get it. These are not even the topics that I need to revise.” You flipped through all the pages with the tag before once again locking gaze with him.

A smile cracked on his face before he quickly shrugged. “Oh, really?” breathy chuckles followed his words.

“Hold on, I think I get it.” You turn towards the pages once again, noticing that the tags were purposely being stuck at different parts of the pages, some nearing the edge, and some slightly towards the middle.

A surge of warmness cladded you whole as you successfully connected the words, forming a sentence.

“Are you.. my sinoatrial node? Because.. you make my heart beat.” You muttered slowly, enough for only him to hear you. Your eyes didn’t fail to notice the small smiley and a small heart being scribbled at the last label tag.

You looked at him, your eyes soft, one that was full of love. Love for the guy sitting in front of you. His own expression mirroring yours.

“Aww, are you really mine, Kevin?” you chuckled, your heart fluttering, giddy in love.

“I’m all yours, love. I love you.” He replied before leaning towards you, his lips meeting yours.

You jolt awake as your dream comes to a halt. Beads of sweat glide down your face as you sit upright on your bunk bed in your room at your parents' house.

You decided to stay the night since you have not even a single ounce of energy left to travel for a good hour and a half back to your rented apartment.

You rake your hands through your hair, slightly tugging at it, desperate to chase away the lingering image of your recent dream.

For fuck’s sake. Get. It. Together.

Your heart rams against your ribcage, hands slightly shaking, breathing heavy.

As hard as you try not to, your head refuses to think of anything but that one stranger you had met earlier. The one and only Moon Kevin. Invading your dream, haunting your mind every single second, messing up your thought for every single breath you take, and this hinting towards anything but good.

And here you are once again, head occupied by merely the thoughts of him as you get out of your bed, making your way to a room in your house, particularly reserved to store books. You hastily push yourself into the room, searching for that one book that had made its appearance in your dream.

Pacing back and forth in the small room, eyes quickly skimming over the spines of books. You look at every single row of each shelf, but only to be met with frustration. You search for it once again, this time more carefully before your eyes land on the thick book, shoved a bit to the back of the shelf.

You hurriedly reach for it. You run your hand over the cover of the book. The colour has somewhat faded, shelf worn damage can be seen on every edge, considering the time it has spent residing on the shelf.

You riffle through the pages before your motion gradually slows down as your eyes start to well with each flip through the book. Every flip you take through the book opens an invisible door to your past memories that the book stores.

The dam of your eyes couldn’t bear the volume of your tears any longer, letting it slide down your cheeks onto one of the pages. You can feel your heart swelling in your chest, too overwhelming for you to handle. Everything is too much to take, despite that it does not yet feel enough. Everything feels so wrong, so incomplete.

A cynical laugh leaves your lips when you can't find the things that you are searching for; the label tags. That is when your feet start failing underneath you, your back slides against the bookshelf before your knees make friends with the cold floor of the room. You then shut the book abruptly, specks of dust dispersing in the air around you.

What were you thinking?

It was all just a dream.

How can a dream turn into a reality?

And why are you so disappointed?

Why are you so frustrated that it was merely a dumb hallucination rather than an actuality?

You bring your lower limbs closer to your chest, your trembling arms snake around your broken figure, preventing yourself from falling apart. You are way too beset with the extremity of it all and have absolutely no power in preventing your sobs from slipping through your lips.

Your fingers fumble with the stone locket dangling from the chain worn around your left wrist as your hand brush against the other, desperately bracing yourself. The black stone glints in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight that washes the room whole through the uncovered window, so subtle for you to notice.

The next day, you find yourself dragging your feet back to the café. You are shameless to admit that you are here in hopes that you are going to meet him once again, even if it is for the very last time.

Your eyes puffy, from the number of tears oozing out of it the previous night. Your hands quiver, you yourself are oblivious whether it is due to the cold or anything else.

Roars of the engine of vehicles cut through the busy road, filling the distance between your standing spot and the location of the café. Your eyes make a quick scan through the glass window, and your eyes spot what, or who they are looking for. There he is, sitting at his favourite spot, or should you say, you both’s favourite spot.

He looks somewhat, bothered? He seems a bit on edge, definitely got a lot on his mind. And that’s when his eyes catch sight of you standing across the street, and you can feel your heart fluttering. Is this what they call butterflies?

As you are about to shoot him a smile, he turns away before standing and hastily grabbing his belongings. As fast as he sent the wave of butterflies circling and serenading your heart, you can feel the butterflies’ wings tearing one by one at his cold gesture.

Is he ignoring you?

You try to push away the thought as you head towards the black and yellow crossing, making an attempt to cross the busy road.

The door of the café shoots open as you reach the pavement, with a not-so-bright-looking Kevin holding the handle. Assuming that your presence earlier went unnoticed by him, you attempt to raise your hand, waving in his direction. He turns his head ever so slightly in your way, before turning to the opposite direction and walking away, multiplying the distance between you both, halting your action before you could even begin.

You could swear that he definitely noticed you.

If his previous action had mercilessly tore the wings of the butterflies, now you can feel the butterflies dissipating into thin air, before the wild gush of your emotion blows it all away. Gone.

Your hand falls limply beside you, clenching around the hem of your sweater. You watch his hurried step before it disappears around the corner of the building.

Your eyes start to sting, a pail of tears finding home in your chest, which you desperately prevent from spilling. The world doesn’t need to see your tears, not today, not for a reason that is even unknown to you.

Why would you even feel sad? Because a stranger takes no notice of you? Because a stranger that you barely know turns a cold shoulder on you?

Why would you waste your tears that way? His action is to be expected, how could a stranger he just met yesterday bring any significance to his life?

Accumulating the remainder of strength you could muster, you make your way into the café. You are already here, and you didn’t plan to leave empty-handed. Be it with or without Kevin, why would that matter to you?

You were initially alone yesterday anyway, before he suddenly appear, taking a seat at the opposite corner of your table, so how can this be any different?

Because he did appear. That’s what makes it different.

The bell above the door dangles, notifying your presence. You get yourself your usual black coffee, with extra pumps of syrup this time, before making your way to the secluded corner of the café.

Your step halts as you take in the empty table in front of you. You picture him sitting at his usual spot, hands flipping through books, ears stuffed with the black wired earphones. And then the scene from your dream washes your brain before you quickly shut it off.

Your back meets with the hard surface of the stool where you were sitting yesterday, your eyes blankly staring at the pitch-black coffee in your hand as you place your bag beside your stool on the floor.

Your eyes scan the interior of the café once again, registering it into your brain, knowing that the vibe and energy will no longer be the same once the season changes.

Your hand rummages through your bag, reaching for your phone, wanting to capture the image of the café before you leave.

Once your cup is emptied, you raise to your feet, about to leave as you find no reason to stay. Your hand firmly grips the sling of the bag hanging on your shoulder.

Your step pauses as the sole of your boot comes into contact with a hard object on the floor.

Realising that it is your chain, you quickly pick it up. You sigh out of relief, knowing full well that you would get into so much trouble if you lose it. You gently wipe some dust off the sooty stone before placing it in the pocket of your sweater, zipping it safe. It must have slipped out of your bag when you place it on the floor earlier.

After making sure that you have carried all of your items with you, you make your way out of the café to the train station, leaving nothing behind.

Or maybe a part of your heart refuses to follow you, choosing to remain in the town which you had once called home.

You rush into the train right before the automated door shut close behind you, your phone in your right hand and a cup of coffee, again, which you purchased seconds before hopping into the train.

Settling into one of the vacant seats, you give space for your heartbeat to calm down a little from that little marathon before start sipping your freshly brewed coffee.

Your shoulders slouch as your back rests against the seating, your eyes taking in the view of the jungle of bricks out of the window as your thoughts run free, trying to regain your composure as well as rearranging all those wild thoughts in their respective places.

You firmly grip your now half-empty cup as your other hand fumbles with the receipt of your coffee purchase, half-heartedly attempting to make origami out of it, which finally turns into a weird-looking scrunched-up square.

With one hand, you reach into your bag, placing your phone in it as well as the crumpled paper. When your hand dips into the small compartment in your bag, your fingers meet a hard, rough-surfaced object. You retrieve it out of your bag before your eyes widen in utter confusion.

‘I don’t remember placing this in my bag.’ Your grip tightens around the chain as you direly reach inside the pocket of your sweater.

You grit your teeth, desperately swallowing down the still-beating heart down your throat as you feel your breathing rate quicken. You pull out the chain which you picked up earlier in the café.

You bring both chains side by side, only now noticing the slightest difference the stones have. The vertices and edges of both stones poke and stretch into completely different sides.

It can’t be.

You bring the two charms closer to each other. The smallest fraction of you hoping that your thoughts were completely wrong, but as desperately as you prevent yourself from admitting, you know all too well that you dreadfully want all your presumptions to be true.

You close the distance between the two stones, and with a soft clack, the surface of both charms meets each other, one fitting perfectly into the other. The edges of your charm impeccably outline the other ones.

You could no longer hold back the sobs from escaping your throat as a wave of epiphany washes you whole. Tears gush off the brim of your eyes, drenching your cheeks, eroding your whole body system.

You couldn’t suppress a shriek when a sudden acute pain rush through the back of your neck, your hand flies to the area, in the hope to chase the pain away, at the same time bringing the two charms closer to the spot.

Your other hand grabs for your seat, your body swaying as it loses balance before nothing but darkness shut you out from the real world, consuming you with streams of past memories, chains of endless and mixed up voices strangling your hearing.

Your body crashed into his full force, channeling a chain of apologies out of your mouth, before his dark orbs met yours, hauling you wholly into it. Never had you met eye to eye with a pair so vast, so boundless that it could hold everything beyond what the universe could ever hold, you swear you could have lost in the immensity of it.

But the darkness that you are seeing now is nothing dreamy like those that are flashing at the back of your mind. It’s rather suffocating, grabbing you right at the neck.

“I’m sorry! I should have looked where I was going.” His tone hurried as he briskly got on his feet, both of his hands holding your side, aiding you to be on your feet, and that’s when you noticed the chain around his neck, dangling down reaching his lower torso. One that is akin to yours, with a greenish stone hanging on its end.

He looked down to where you were eyeing, his hand instinctually reaching the green charm as you did the same, mirroring his action, your hand fumbling with yours.

Your hand clenches the connected stones in your grasp, the only thing that is connecting you with reality.

Your heart thundered violently in your chest, pumping blood through your vein, sending a rush of electricity all over your body, empowering you with a feeling you have never felt before.

Love.

And even you couldn’t hear it, you knew all too well that this man in front of you could feel it too, judging by the looks in his eyes, mirroring those of deep attachment, fondness, and warmth with a glint of disbelief.

“I- I’m sorry I—..” a chuckle bubbled in his throat as he rake his hand through his hair, not even a second before it affected you too, giggles erupted from the both of you at the awkward meet-up but awkwardness was definitely not the one that was enveloping you both at the moment, only pure adoration and comfort.

“I’m Kevin.” His hand was directed towards you. As your skin met his warm one, you could feel a blush creeping up your neck, finding a home at your cheeks, tinting it in a shade of pink, one that is akin to those that were dusting his own cheeks.

You had found your soulmate.

You hunch down on the seat as a groan erupted from your throat, writhing in agony as your left hand holds the other as a wave of pain prods at your right metacarpal as if millions of invisible needles are poking into your skin.

After what felt like an eternity, you both broke the kiss. The kiss was affectionate, soft, one that made you feel safe. And that’s when a stray tear slips past your cheek, a wet spot forming on the page of the revision book in front of you, shaped into a circle of a darker hue.

“Hey hey.. why are you crying?” his hand flew to your face, cupping your cheeks and wiping the teardrop off your skin.

You abruptly shook your head as a chuckle bubbled in your throat, snickering at yourself for crying at almost everything. You wiped your tears away before placing your hand over his, your head hung low, not wanting to meet his eyes.

It was probably due to the stress and pressure the exam brought you. And maybe due to the fact that you have such a loving man in front of you who will always be at your back, your boyfriend, your home, your soulmate, which you think you would never find the reasons that would make you any deserving of him. The messiness of it all pent up and resulted in a wave of tears.

So it was not a dream after all.

“There, look at my crybaby.” He gushed before releasing your cheeks, patting his laps gently. “Come here.” He flailed his arms outwards, expecting a hug. You wiped the remaining tears before making your way to him. He wrapped his arms around your figure, rocking you back and forth, you both somehow manage to fit on the same small café stool.

Your body sways, following the motion of the train. The pain doesn’t subside even the slightest bit, remain torturing you the same, if it doesn’t intensify. You feel your heart numbing, the numbness is almost physical. You are somewhat thankful that you are alone at the back of the coach, the other passengers remain utterly oblivious to what you are battling.

“What do you mean? Kevin talk to me!” your hand tugged at his sleeve, forcing him to look into your eyes.

The tranquilness enveloping the park totally countered the tension between you both. When he called you, telling you to meet him at the park, this was not what you were expecting. You were expecting a cute, wholesome stroll occupied with nothing but fondness, both of you filling each other with your life events, keeping one another updated after days sans interaction; merely text messages and barely any call, let alone meet-ups.

“Come on, you were not like this.” Your grip on his arm loosened as you let your hand fall limply at his words, hanging soullessly on your side.

“I was not like this?” you scoffed, your eyes shooting incredulous daggers of glares his way. “Have you not seen yourself Kevin?” his dim expression flared you up in anger.

Your heart plummeted as each second filled with utter torturous silence passed by.

So this is really ending? This way?

“So you want to put an end to this. That’s what you wanted, right?” you felt a tidal wave crashed upon your heart in your chest, breaking it into pieces at your own words. The pain became even more intense as you literally mouth those words, letting them slip limply past your lips, touching your hearing.

And Kevin was feeling no less pain compared to you, if not worse, judging by his broken expression beside you. Yet no words left his mouth, his eyes still refusing to meet yours.

Because this is what he wanted after all.

“Fine. I’m going to play your game, Moon Kevin.” It took two to tango after all.

“No love, stop!” Kevin plunged towards you, trying to prevent you from going for what you are about to do, knowing all too well what your next step was going to be. But you were faster.

Your grip around the green stone dangling down your chain tightened as you yank at it full force, letting the connected chain break. The chain around your neck fell limply, dangling in your grasp.

And at that very moment, pain stroke you both. You hunched down with your hand wrapping around your neck as he fell on his knees, his fingers tugging at his dark ebony hair. Grunts and groans of agony interlacing each other as both of your charms blackened, the colours draining from both stones, resulting in nothing but pitch blackness.

With the remaining ounce of sentience you could muster, you reach down for the connecting chains, blindly groping the floor of the moving train, couldn’t afford to lose them both, as if your last glint of hope comes together with the black charm.

His hand grabbing for yours was the last thing you could feel, dragging you into his embrace before everything turned into darkness.

That’s when you regain your sight back, the scene interlacing with the real sight in front of you, stinging your two eyes as you gasp desperately for air, like a fish being tossed onto the dry land, as if you were just dunked into a roaring ocean. Sweats that are soaking you whole, gliding down your back just add your conviction to it.

As you are struggling against your own battle, straining to ease the acute pain stringing across your body, the train slowly comes to a halt as the automated announcement echoes throughout the coach, informing the passengers that they are reaching the next station. The station is nothing near your apartment and definitely has gotten quite far from the town that you just left behind minutes ago. But that’s the last thing that accrued your concern at the moment. You are given the chance to make amends, probably the last, and you are not going to waste it.

As the automated door slides open, you bolt out to the platform, your legs all wobbly from the earlier occurrence. Your hand comes into contact with the nearby bench, supporting you from kissing the floor. Your heart is still thundering violently at a speed that is worthy of your concern, but you have an even more important thing to do. You can worry about that once this is all finished.

Thousands of memories are not giving you a break, torturing your benumbed mind like tomorrow doesn’t exist. You tear the opposite direction of the sea of people moving about their day. You wouldn’t dare to waste any more time waiting for another train as you bolt out of the station, hailing an available cab.

After the not-so-long car ride yet somewhat felt like an eternity, you are standing in front of the café once again, the café being the only place that comes to your mind, the only place with the highest possibility of you finding him.

You dash to the counter, bolting for the barista, asking for that one usual’s whereabouts, whether he had visited the café once again today after your short encounter with him earlier.

Pain throbs in your skull, utterly clueless as the words that left the barista’s mouth totally contradict what you are hoping for.

After mouthing a curt thanks, you exit, having absolutely no idea on where you are going, but you put every speck of trust and absentmindedly follow the path your legs are taking you.

You walk about, turning at one corner, dashing down the staircase until sky-reaching apartment buildings come into sight. And then it comes to you, the forgotten memory, dashing into your mind and finding its place to settle in.

You are in front of your old apartment. Your shared apartment with Kevin.

Each and every one of it is already too much for you to take, everything that’s happening making you want to crumble and shut the whole world out, but the fact that there may be more that you have not known, that you have forgotten, is far more torturing than the intensity of it all.

And then you see him, his feet flying about in the lobby out onto the pavement until his eyes catch your figure.

All these years, he had been living here, facing his own demons.

“Not in the slightest bit I would mind losing a coward like you, Kevin.”

Your heart breaks at your own words from a few years back. You couldn’t have imagined how much it has had hurt him at that time.

Maybe you are the coward one after all this time. You are the one who ran away after all, running from your own demons.

His hair is tousled, poking in every direction, both eyes soaked in crimson, the veins on his neck protrudent. The tight set of his jaw shows how much strain he’s under, just as turbulent as you are.

It happened to him too.

He had remembered it too.

The lost, forgotten memories.

If you had felt like you are being destroyed earlier, seeing the embodiment that made up the majority of your past memories being physically present in front of your two eyes is now disfiguring you whole.

Your soulmate.

Your best choice.

And also your worst mistake.

Losing him was a mistake.

A mistake you don’t plan on repeating.

You drag your feet closer to him as you feel the world around you come to a halt, one of your legs stumbles across the other in the process.

Even looking like a wreck, the light that he carries with him never seems to dim. Kevin Moon, he’s blazing so bright, even the angriest storm could never put him out.

You have no remaining confidence to bring yourself closer to him, but the feeling of longing and yearning overcome everything. All you know is that you are not going to run away. Not anymore this time.

The distance between you both shrinks as you stand face to face with him. You withdraw your hand from your pocket, his soulmate chain in your grasp and yours snaking around your wrist.

You take his warm hand in your cold, trembling one, hooking the chain around his wrist as the stones connect. The black colour dims before it glints, swirling with multiples of shades mixing into one before it settles into a tint of green.

That’s when the dam of his eyes breaks, warm tears trickling down his cheeks onto your intertwined hands as you could no longer hold in the sobs.

“I..” you start, you wonder if he could register your cracking voice. “It was all my fault.” You inhale deeply, pushing down the tides that are boiling in your stomach.

I miss you.

Those three words echo in your head, taunting you as you couldn’t find the ability to bring yourself to utter it out loud. You want to cry it out so desperately, wanting to run into his embrace, run to where you belong. To him. Your home.

“I know I am selfish.” You hang your head low, couldn’t look at him in the eyes as tears filled your vision.

“I made a mistake. I am the mistake and you—” Every thought in your mind, each word that you had formed has been erased into nothingness as he shuts you up by connecting his lips with yours. The simple act of affection is too strong, silencing the wild wandering thoughts in you.

Flashes of colour slam into your mind as his soft lips rest against yours. You shut your eyes tight, expelling the remaining tears off the brim of your eyes as you feel like being at the centre of the world, only the two of you as the hands of the clock slows down.

Your legs weaken as he snakes his arm to your sides, preventing you from crumpling to your knees. You hook your arms around his neck, wanting to stay in this moment forever and never let go.

After what feels like forever, you both break the kiss, forehead resting against each other. His stream of tears never seems to end.

“It was never your fault. It is me who should take the blame.” You shake your head as both of his hands rest against your damp skin, cupping your cheeks.

“If only I had chosen to stop running away and actually communicate, none of this would happen.”

The relationship of two people really requires both parties to play their respective roles, with communication being the bridge connecting the two. And you realised that you both have treated your past relationship as something individual, which places you both at fault.

“I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.” His eyes puncture into yours, glinting with nothing but those of sheer love and hope.

“Only if you forgive me.” You both chuckle before you stand on your toes, once again pressing your lips against his, bringing him into a kiss, now no longer filled with heart-rending tears, only love and affection.

“Always a crybaby. My crybaby.” Kevin brush the errant strand of hair off your face, tucking it behind your ears.

“Oh, I think you should look at yourself.” You chortle.

You both are ready to set towards this road, again, together until the end of the line.

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A new Korean bl called "Color Rush" based on a novel of the same name has been announced. It will star Heo Hyunjun (formerly Hwall from The Boyz) and actor Yoojun. The story seems to be centered around Yoojun's character who only sees the world in black and white until he meets Hyunjun's character and then starts to see the world in color. There also seem to be a storyline about the main character looking for his missing mother. No official airing date has been shared but staff has promised it will be watchable around the world before the end of the year.

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