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noona-clock · 1 year
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The Flight Attendant - Part 6, Final Chapter
Genre: Flight Attendant!AU
Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)
Warnings: None
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,580
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"What should I get?" you inquired, lowering your voice as much as humanly possible so only Yunhyeong could hear you. Even though you were a tourist and this was your first time here, you didn't exactly want it to be obvious. The restaurant was tiny enough that eavesdropping was inevitable, but you could at least try to keep your conversation contained to your charming table for two.
"I had the Quiche Lorraine last time, and it was fantastic," Yunhyeong replied, his eyes still surveying the menu. "But this is absolutely one of those places where there are no wrong choices."
You nodded silently, biting the inside of your cheek as your gaze flitted back and forth between the menu and your dinner date -- partner. Sorry. Dinner partner sitting across from you.
"And," Yunhyeong continued, his grin peeking through in his voice when he spoke. "We can actually order alcohol this time."
You knit your brows in confusion, letting your eyes settle on him for more than a half-second. "What do you mean?"
Yunhyeong's smile grew just a fraction wider before he gently set down his menu, crossed his arms over the marble top of the table, and leaned toward you. (To put into perspective just how small the table was, by the way -- his cologne was now invading your sense because he was so close to you.)
"Remember your first day on the job?" he began, murmuring like he was revealing some confidential information.
You nodded, resisting the urge to copy his movements and lean in yourself.
"We were on the flight together, you had your nose pressed to the taxi window all the way into the city, we had a meal together -- just like today. But a year ago, we couldn't order any Sake because you had another flight later that day. Today, we can," he told you earnestly, though he ended his sentence with a blink-and-you-missed-it wink.
"How do you remember all that?" you whispered, frankly a bit flabbergasted that his memory was so good.
Yunhyeong simply shrugged before lifting his hand casually to wave over a server.
"Une bouteille de vin, s'il vous plait. Chateau Cos d'Estournel," he requested once the server arrived, the language flowing beautifully from his lips.
"Oui, Monsieur," the server muttered with a nod before turning on their heel and dashing elegantly toward the back of the restaurant.
You honestly weren't quite sure what to make of all this. First, Yunhyeong had arranged for you to fly to Paris as a friend-aversary gift. Second, he had told you that you look fantastic. Third, he had remembered virtually every detail of the first day the two of you had met. Fourth, he had just ordered a bottle of wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.
"What kind of wine did you order?" you asked after clearing away the anxiety stuck in your throat.
Yunhyeong shot you a smirk, one so pleased and adorable that the anxiety you'd just cleared away came back with a vengeance. "Only the best," he replied.
Correction: he had just ordered a bottle of the best wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.
The server returned, bottle and glasses in hand, only a couple of minutes later, deftly setting the wine glasses down in front of each of you and pouring the dark red liquid expertly.
"Merci," Yunhyeong murmured as the server left the bottle on the bottle on the table. "Encore quelques minutes avant de commander, s'il vous plait."
Again, the server nodded, turned on their heel, and dashed away.
Before you got the chance to ask what he'd said, Yunhyeong reached for his glass, lifting it gently by the stem and locking eyes with you. "To a full year of working together and, more importantly, being friends. And to, hopefully, many more to come. Many, many more," he toasted with that sparkle in his eye you knew so well.
"Many more," you managed to say, clinking your glass with his before surreptitiously taking a rather large gulp. After setting your glass down carefully, you pushed your chair back from the table. "I will -- oh, god, that wine is delicious. I just need to powder my nose, I'll be right back. If the server returns while I'm gone, I would like the boeuf bourguignon."
"Mm, yes, of course, go ahead," Yunhyeong replied quickly, his eyes on you as you swerved around the table to get to the restroom.
The second you ducked into the minuscule cubicle labeled Toilettes, you closed and locked the door behind you and slid your phone out of your pocket.
You had no time to think about time zones, and the person you were calling kept a very irregular schedule anyway; he could be awake at any hour of the day.
After three and a half rings, your heart racing the whole time, the line clicked, and you heard a somewhat sleepy "Yo," in your ear.
"Jae," you whispered. "I need to talk to you."
"...Where are you, and why are you whispering?"
"It doesn't matter. I mean, where I am does matter. I'm in Paris, and --"
"Dude, in Paris?! Since when?!"
"Since today, and that's part of it."
"Part of what?"
"Just let me explain!"
"Okay, okay, I'm listening."
You took a deep breath, hoping to calm your nerves so you could tell him everything without skipping any important detail. "You know my co-worker, Yunhyeong, right?"
"The dude you had a crush on for --"
"We're friends, okay," you interrupted. "But, yes. That one. Well, he surprised me by changing my schedule behind my back so we could fly to Paris and stay here for a few days. Because it's our friend-aversary -- he said that, not me. He literally used the word 'friend-aversary.' And he's taken me to this little restaurant by our hotel, and it's super romantic and charming, and he told me I look fantastic, and he mentioned something about him being incredibly less attractive than me, and he ordered their best bottle of wine, and he made this toast that was like 'to one year of friendship and many more to come. Many, many more.' And I just -- I don't know what to think."
Jae was quiet for quite a while, and you knew that meant he was thinking.
"I mean..." he began after almost half a minute. "I think you do know what to think, Y/N."
"...I do?"
"Mhm."
You knew what you wanted to think. You wanted to think that Yunhyeong was actually being more than friendly. You wanted to think he was flirting with you.
"But he's a naturally friendly kind of guy," you explained. "He's super charming and outgoing, and everyone likes him. That kind of guy."
"Have you ever witnessed him flirting with someone?" Jae asked patiently.
"...I don't think so."
"Has he ever talked to you about anyone that he's romantically interested in?"
"...No."
"And when I have been romantically interested in someone, have I talked to you about it?"
"...Yes. But that's different --"
"It's not different. I talk to you about that kind of stuff because I don't feel that way about you. No offense."
"None taken," you answered without missing a beat.
"But," Jae continued. "If I did feel that way about you, there's no way I would tell you about other people I'm interested in. Probably because I wouldn't be interested in other people, just you. This is purely hypothetical, by the way."
"Yeah, I know," you huffed, doing nothing to hide your annoyance. That's just the kind of relationship you had with Jae -- the two of you could be completely honest with each other. No holds barred, no hard feelings. "So... you're saying the reason he doesn't talk to me about that is because... he likes me?"
"I mean, it's not a foolproof theory, but I would say it's highly likely."
You stood there, blinking for a few seconds without replying. And then, "...So, what do I do?"
"I dunno, man."
"What do you mean you don't know?!"
"What do you want to do?!"
"I don't know!"
"Do you like him?"
"I've spent the past several months pretending I don't, but yes. I do."
"Then just tell him. Or ask him. Bring it up."
"But what if --"
"'What ifs' will ruin your life, Y/N," Jae scolded. "You either need to tell him, or you need to let it go. And if you don't decide tonight, you're going to let it distract you from having an amazing time in Paris."
You almost wanted to curse him for knowing you so well.
"What does your gut tell you?" he asked.
It seemed cheesy, but in order to answer his question, you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. And you listened.
Yunhyeong was a friendly person, there was no doubt about that. He greeted everyone with a smile. He was helpful to everyone. He was, quite literally, the perfect Flight Attendant. But... there was something about that sparkle. The sparkle in his eye you knew so well -- remember that? You had always thought it was just his adorably mischievous side coming out, but... what if you were wrong.
What if that sparkle was just for you? And what if you knew it so well because he'd liked you this whole time?
The more you thought about it, the more you knew Jae was right.
You wouldn't come out and tell him that, of course, but he was right.
"My gut tells me that I need to tell him," you finally said, your voice soft but sure.
"Then go for it, my dude," Jae replied with an obvious smile.
His smile was contagious, and the corners of your lips curved up. "I will. Thank you."
"It's what I'm here for. And also poke bowl cravings. I'm here for that, too."
"Of course," you chuckled. "All right, I'm going to go back out there. Wish me luck."
"You don't need it," Jae assured you before he hung up.
After sliding your phone back into your pocket, you smoothed down the front of your trousers, tugged at the shoulders of your shirt, let out a quick exhale... and opened the door.
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"I'm so sorry about that," you said, chuckling breathlessly as you took your seat at the table once again.
"No, not at all," Yunhyeong grinned. "I just ordered a couple of minutes ago, so you didn't miss anything. Except my expert French."
"I am only letting you order when we go to eat somewhere, by the way." You returned his smile, picking up your wine glass and taking a sip -- not a gulp this time.
"Well, who am I to say 'no' to you?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you took that as your queue to actually go through with what you'd talked about on the phone with Jae.
"Can I..." you began, trying to maintain eye contact with him but finding yourself glancing at your wine glass. "Ask you something?"
Yunhyeong's brow furrowed gently, and he tilted his head the tiniest bit. "Of course."
"Is... this... a date?"
Four words had never been so nerve-wracking to say.
"Well, yes, of course, it is," he replied without hesitation. "It's our --"
"Friend-aversary," you finished for him. "But I mean... not a friend date. Like... a real date?"
Okay, those were the most nerve-wracking words you'd ever said.
Yunhyeong's expression immediately softened, but you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He no longer looked curious or confused, and you kind of felt like he should be?
Unless... he wasn't confused about the answer or curious why you'd asked.
"I..."
It seemed like an eternity before he continued on, though in reality, it was but a few moments.
"...Would like it to be. If you feel the same."
And Jae was right again.
You shifted in your seat, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into a grin. "I do, actually."
"Really?" Yunhyeong sighed. He reached one hand out, covering your fingers with his and gripping them.
When you nodded in response, Yunhyeong let out another sigh, hanging his head briefly before lifting it up to lock his gaze on you. "I've been wanting to go on a date with you for a long time," he admitted, though he certainly didn't sound shy about it.
"A long time?!" you laughed incredulously. "I've liked you for a long time!"
Yunhyeong quirked a brow at you. "...How long is long?"
"As long as possible. Since the first day. Remember how I kissed you on the cheek? I thought that was a pretty big giveaway that I was interested, but you didn't do anything about it, so I just thought we were going to be friends."
As soon as you'd said 'the first day,' Yunhyeong's jaw had dropped. And somehow, he even managed to make that look attractive.
"The first -- But I thought you were just thanking me!"
"...With a kiss on the cheek?" you chuckled.
"Well, yeah! Obviously! I didn't know it meant anything other than that!"
You lifted your other hand and placed it atop his, sandwiching his hand between your own. "For someone who always knows exactly how I'm feeling, how did you not pick up on that?" you asked, only slightly teasing.
Yunhyeong let out a huff and rolled his eyes at himself. "Let me tell you, I have never been able to pick up on cues like that. Not once in my life have I ever known when someone was flirting with me."
So, all this time... if you had just expressed your interest to his face...
Jae's words on the phone not ten minutes ago echoed in your head: What ifs will ruin your life, Y/N.
"Well," you said," picking up his hand and placing a soft, lingering kiss on his knuckles. "Just so you know, this is me flirting with you."
Yunhyeong threw his head back laughing, and you didn't care that all of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look. You simply beamed over at him, stretching your legs out to tangle your ankles with his under the table.
Once the echo of his laughter faded away, he squeezed your hand and gazed at you with the most heart-wrenching smile. "I won't lie, I was wondering if you were going to figure it out."
"Figure what out?"
"Paris, the restaurant, the wine, the toast... I didn't think I was being subtle."
"No, you weren't," you chuckled. "Which is why I had to go to the toilettes and call Jae to ask his advice."
"That's what you were doing?!"
You nodded, your chuckle gently evolving into a laugh.
"Well," he said, his thumb skimming over the back of your hand. "Remind me to thank him when we get home."
You nodded once more, but his words -- as dumb as it sounds -- reminded you that you were, indeed, not at home. You were in Paris.
With Yunhyeong.
You were in the City of Love with someone you -- well, you didn't love him in that way right now, but you could certainly see yourself getting there one day.
Maybe even one day soon.
...This was going to be the best layover ever.
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Author's Note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! I know it's been a long, long, long time since I've posted any new fics, so I'm so grateful for anyone who has stuck with me. I can't promise I'll be posting on a more regular basis, but I can promise that I will try! 💜
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eviebyme · 1 year
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can u do ikon’s kinks pls? thank u:)
Thank you so much for requesting ikon!!!! I’ve been wanting to write about them for so long!🥲
iKON Kinks
Jinhwan
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Undercover freak
Likes dirty talk (giving AND receiving) - he is mean and vulgar though, so get ready lol
Having his hair pulled
Sexting, phone sex (loves receiving nudes and - side note - is REALLY good at keeping your nudes private)
Neck kisses, hickeys, biting
Probably enjoys humiliating you (but not publicly bc he needs to keep up his respectable reputation)
Yunhyeong
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Loves to be teased physically and verbally
Really likes lapdances and strip teases - basically really into dry humping
I wouldn’t say he’s a submissive but he likes when his partner is dominant and tells him what to do 🤷‍♀️
Likes thick thighs, especially in a short skirts (if he catches a glimpse of your butt or panties he will explode)
Bobby
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Likes rough sex
Really into deepthroating and breathe play
Likes to push you to your limit - consensually ofc
Turned on if you have a “hidden” tattoo on your ribs or back or if you are generally seen as a “good girl” but have a secret wild side
Even though he’s a dom he gets turned on by other doms. Really likes the power play dynamic
Donghyuk
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The biggest freak (but we all knew that, didn’t we)
The type to try out anything just to discover new kinks he might have
Likes role playing ( and is really good at it), sometimes takes the role play beyond the bedroom
Favorite scenario is teacher punishing student - he enjoys playing both roles
Likes shower sex
Enjoys having sex outdoors or in public (but he doesn’t do this with just anyone)
Junhoe
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All the kinks? - boy is horny all the time
Also likes rough sex but is less confident than Bobby, so he hardly ever reaches the point of roughness he desires
Likes cleavage and tight clothing
Really attracted to confidence, although he prefers to be the dom, he loves when his partner takes charge and commands him in the bedroom
REALLY likes boobs
Chanwoo
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Like petite partners (it’s a dom thing)
Choking his partner
Likes waking up with scratch marks (a sign of a job well done)
Basically turned on by the size difference between him and his partner, loves to assert his dominance
Also likes role playing, but he always plays the same role no matter what the scenario (the bratty one)
Hanbin
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REALLY likes aegyo
Loves everything that is cute and will swoon for your baby voice (if you use a baby voice in the bedroom he will lose his mind)
Really likes crop tops, short shorts, and mini skirts
Is literally turned on by the idea of someone who dresses really sexy but is shy and demure
In a turn of events - prefers older women
His kinks are more thought-based (if that makes any sense lol)
Requests Open!
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leeknowsfavorite · 2 years
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I’m Fine Hyung
I posted this story on another site that i use and thought I would share it on here as well! Hope you enjoy! 
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Chan was never really one to complain when he did not feel well or when he was in pain. He would usually just go to bed and sleep it off as to not worry any of the members. But this time was a little different when he was required to put on a brave face and perform 4 songs in a row for a concert that was tonight. Of all the days to have a migraine, it had to be today. Chan rarely got headaches, unlike their leader B.I. But when he did, they were always so much more painful than normal. Thankfully, Yunhyeong would always bring him some medicine when Chan would ask for it and would bring him a nice cold towel to place over his face to help the pain. Chan was always so thankful for his friend even though Chan likes to tease the members. But unfortunately, Yunhyeong had a schedule today and would not be back until it was time to do sound check for tonight’s concert. B.I and DK were also with Yunhyeong and that left Jay, June, and Bobby home with Chan. He did not mind being the only one in his house since the others were in their house. He would not have to go far to get one of his members. He flopped onto his bed and placed an arm over his eyes to try to soothe the pain that was piercing through his head. He reached for his phone that was in his pocket and brought up Jay’s name which he had as “Jinhwan hyung” in his contacts. He sent a quick text that said:
Chan: “Hyung…can you bring me some medicine? My head hurts really bad.”
There was a pause and then a quick response from Jay. Chan looked at the message that read:
Jinhwan: “Can’t you get some yourself? Or do you really need me to bring some to you?”
Chan: “Please hyung! Can you bring it to me? I really need you to do it.”
Jinhwan: “Ugh! Fine. I will be there in a few minutes.”
The throbbing pain in Chan’s head was making his stomach churn in all kinds of directions and he was starting to get nervous about tonight. What if this pain in his head doesn’t subside in time for the concert tonight? What if his stomach gets worse? There is no way that he will throw up on a stage with thousands of people watching him. Too embarrassing for him to think about. 10 minutes later, there was a knock on his door. “Come in!” he yelled. The door opened and Jay walked in with a pill bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He also had a wet rag over his arm as well. “I brought you the medicine you wanted and a cold rag for your head.” He said softly. Jay had a temper at times with Chan because Chan liked to pick on the other members since he was the youngest. But Jay also had a soft side towards the maknae since he thought of him as a younger brother that needs protecting at times. Even though Jay didn’t want to bring the medicine all the way to Chan’s room, he felt a need to. And Chan was very grateful. Chan felt the older boy’s kindness and smiled a little. “You need to take two of these and lay this towel over your forehead and eyes. We also need to turn your light off as well. Or at least that is what the internet said to do for migraines.” Jay said gently and Chan nodded. He wasn’t really sure if this was just a really bad headache, or if it really was turning into a migraine. He just wanted some relief from the pulsating throb in his head. Chan took the medicine and laid down on his bed. “Thanks hyung.” Chan said gratefully. “Yah. You should lay down properly, and that means under the blanket.” Chan groaned, but did what the older said. He sat up and moved so he could pull the blanket up over his long body. He laid down again and this time he felt his eyes start to become quite heavy. “We don’t have to leave for soundcheck for another 4 hours so you should try and rest a bit. I will wake you when it is time to go if you’re not up in time.” Jay said as he laid the cold towel over Chan’s throbbing head and eyes. Chan nodded and he really did want to sleep some. He could feel his body becoming heavier and his eyes growing heavier with each breath he took. Jays right, sleep will help. It should help. Jay kissed the maknae’s head and left the room quietly. Chan could feel the cold from the towel and it felt so good that he almost forgot about the pain he was in. He closed his eyes and let sleep overtake his mind and body.
Soft strokes were happening on Chan’s head and it felt like someone was playing with his hair. The strokes were like a mother and it reminded Chan of his childhood. It felt good, but then Chan grew annoyed with this person who dared interrupt his sleep. He reached his hand up and grabbed the hand that was messing with him as he moved their hand away. Chan groaned a little and turned onto his side. The towel that was on his face, now on the bed. “Leave me alone…” He moaned out in a sleepy tone. “Aigoo, our poor baby Chan isn’t feeling good. What should we do?” A voice said jokingly. Chan knew right away whose voice that was, that voice belonged to Hanbin. “Chan, do you want some soup before we have to leave? I can make you some.” That voice he knew all too well, it was Yunhyeong’s. Chan shook his head no. All Chan wanted was to be left alone and to sleep some more. His head was still pounding and all of these voices talking was just aggravating it even more. He didn’t really have an appetite at the moment, and even if he did, he still wouldn’t eat for fear of what could happen if he did eat. Chan already had a weak stomach in general, so adding in pain in his head and a churning stomach, that was going to be a recipe for disaster. “I will eat later…” He said, still in a sleep tone. He could hear someone leaving his room, but someone was still sitting on the edge of his bed. All of a sudden, he felt someone hit his leg. He let out a pained moan. “Yah, maybe if you cleaned your room, and stopped playing video games so much, you wouldn’t have such a bad headache right now! Yunhyeong said. Instead of scolding Chan, Yunhyeong usually would just hit him instead. Chan didn’t mind though because it would make him laugh when Yunhyeong got so angry. “You can’t hit sick people hyung!” Chan moaned out. A small smile appearing on his face. “But you are not sick, so that doesn’t apply here.” Yunhyeong smiled while saying this. Chan buried his face under the covers. “Please hyung, just 5 more minutes?” Chan pleaded. “Alright alright fine. I will give you 20 because I am nice. But when I come back in here, you have to get up and get dressed.” Yunhyeong said. Chan gave a thumbs up and with that went back to sleep as Yunhyeong left the now quiet room. The pain in his head had returned and he was not looking forward to tonight at all.
Chanwoo opened his eyes a little and regretted it instantly. His head was throbbing even more then before, and his stomach was churning in all sorts of ways. The wet towel was no longer on top of his eyes but now on his bed which was making his pillow wet and it made Chanwoo uncomfortable. He needed to get up and get changed before Yunhyeong comes in and hits him again for not listening to his hyung. But the mere thought of getting out of his warm bed brought dread to his body. So, he stayed in bed for just a little while longer trying to figure out what he would wear that would be able to hide his pained face until he would have to change into what the stylist had picked out for them later. “Sound check is going to be awful” Chan whispered with dread. He knew he should tell Yunhyeong how he really felt right now, but he didn’t want to worry his hyung. Especially since he knew that Yunhyeong would check on him every few minutes and would be worrying throughout the entire performance. And Chan did not want that at all. He sat up slowly and pulled the blankets off of his long legs as he swung them over his bed to get up. All of a sudden, Chan sneezed, and boy did he regret that. The sneeze caused his throbbing head to be thrown forward with a force and he placed his hands on his forehead to try and help the pain that was now pulsating all throughout his head. “Fuck! Gosh that hurt so much!” He said with a little anger.
He was in a lot of pain, but he couldn’t disappoint his fans by sitting out of this concert. He had to push through it. He stood up and felt a wave of dizziness hit him. After he steadied himself, he made his way over to his closet and found a black t-shirt and jeans that he could throw on quickly. His body ached and it made him chilled even though it was mid-September. So, he grabbed a grey hoodie to throw over and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and to freshen up before they had to leave. Once he closed the bathroom door and turned on the light, he yelled in pain. The light caused his head even more pain then before and he leaned over the sink to steady himself. Nausea was kicking in now and he knew that he would not be able to hold on much longer without spewing his guts out if he did not get rid of this pain. He opened up the medicine cabinet they had in the bathroom and looked for pain meds. Once he found some, he popped two into his mouth and drank some water from the sink to wash them down. “Alright calm down Chan. You can do this. You have to do this. You can’t let them down alright? You just have to get through the songs and then you can puke. You can’t do it yet or even during the concert.” He said to himself. He threw on his baseball hat and a mask and walked out to the living room where he spotted Jinhwan and Yunhyeong on the couch with their phones. Chan was surprised to see Yunhyeong, but also a little relieved in a way. Chan really just wanted to start whining and crying over by Yunhyeong and hope that his hyung would feel bad and take care of him. But Chan knew that he needed to be brave for tonight. After the concert, he would be able to whine all he wanted. They piled into the van and were off to the venue where they would be performing.
The car ride was torture when Bobby and Hanbin were in the car together. They would be rapping and singing the whole way there, but thankfully today they were silent to keep their voices healthy before the concert and Chan was so thankful. He slept a little on the way there, until he was nudged awake by June telling him that they had arrived. Chan opened his eyes and was nauseas all over again. He sat up and gave a nod to the older boy. Suddenly, Chan’s stomach made a gurgling noise and he felt his mouth start to salivate more. Not good! He needed to get out of the car as fast as he could or else, he would explode right here in the car. He pushed past the others and ran behind the van to try and not be seen by the others. He bent over and heaved, but nothing wanted to come out just yet. He breathed in and heaved again, still nothing. Ugh! Chan was frustrated now and just wanted the feeling to go away. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey are you alright?” It was June’s voice. Dang it! He must have seen Chan run past him since he was the one in front of Chan when exiting the van. Chan breathed in and exhaled slowly while moving back up straight. He placed a hand on his stomach and nodded as he turned around.
“Yeah, I am okay. I think I was just a little car sick is all.” He said with a slight smile. Yunhyeong suddenly came running over and seemed a little frazzled. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? June texted me saying he heard you throwing up.” Chan thought up a lie again and smiled. “Yes, I am okay. I told June I might have been a little car sick. But don’t worry, I’m fine hyung.” "Are you sure? You look a little pale." Yunhyeong persisted. Chan nodded and walked past them to the venue. "Just a little longer Channie. You can do it." And with that, he entered the building. 
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Sound check was awful! Every movement, every thump from the beat, they all rang through Chan’s pulsating head. Thankfully, they only had to do sound check twice because anymore, and Chan would have fallen over. Backstage, Chan was regretting every movement that he made. His plan for sticking this out was slowly failing and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it all. He wanted to curl up in his bed and just scream. His head was pulsating, and he could feel his vision starting to blur. He was surprised though that Yunhyeong hasn’t caught on that Chan was feeling like crap. Usually he is quick to know just like Jinhwan, but right now, Chan really wished that he would catch on. He usually wasn’t one that wanted attention or affection when he was sick or in pain, but right now, he really longed for some affection. He was in so much pain, that he didn’t even care if the affection came from Hanbin. He wanted someone to rub his head and to rub his back in comfort. But the rest of Ikon was getting ready for their stage performance. Chan still had to get his hair styled, but he wanted to just sit on the couch that was in their dressing room for a little longer. It felt like his body wanted to be sick again, but he swallowed it back down. He didn’t have time for that right now.
And he didn’t want to ever have time for that. “Alright Chan! You can come over here now and get your makeup and hair done!” The stylist noona said. Chan opened his tired eyes and squinted when he saw the light. It hurt to open his eyes right now. Was it the light or just his head being stupid. He stood up slowly and walked wobbly over to the stylist’s chair and sat down. His head felt heavier then before and he could feel his eyes start to slowly close as the stylist noona played around with his jet-black hair and put it into a style that matched the concept of the stage they were performing. His sleeping body was jolted awake when Hanbin hyung said his name and shook him awake. Which caused his head to hurt even worse and he placed a shaky hand on his forehead as he let out a soft pained moan. “Hey, woah there, you alright Channie?” Hanbin asked with slight worry in his tone. Chan adjusted and sat up. “Yes hyung. I am fine. Just, you shook me a little too hard and caused my head to spin a bit.” He replied. Hanbin cocked his head a little to the side in curiosity as he watched the younger. “Channie, you sure? You look kind of pale. Are you sure you can perform?” “Yes hyung! I can. I am sure.” He replied. Hanbin still didn’t look convinced, but that was the leader part in him. “Well, I still want Yunhyeong to look you over before we go on. Don’t move!” Hanbin said before walking out to find his friend. Chan scoffed at what Hanbin hyung said just now.
“Don’t worry hyung, can’t quite move much with this headache.” He said under his breath. “You have a headache?” Donghyuk asked as he walked past Chan. Shit! Did he hear him? “Oh! Hyung! I didn’t see you there.” Chan said trying to play it all off. “I just got in here. Channie, are you sick?” He asked the younger. “No, I am not sick. Just have a slight headache is all hyung.” He said, hoping the older boy would get the hint to leave him alone. “I’m smarter then I look Chan. I know when you’re lying to me and I’m sure Hanbin does too. So, tell me, what is going on with you?” Donghyuk said getting closer to Chan. Chan stood up slowly and turned around to see Donghyuk creeping closer. He was staring right into Chan’s soul and he could feel his body backing away slowly out of reflex. “Its just a headache hyung. Honest!” Chan said trying to lead his hyung to a different path. Donghyuk is never easily swayed. He investigates you until he can find out what is wrong with you and why you are not telling him. “Jung Chanwoo! Honesty is key here!” He said with a harsher tone then before. “Alright Alright! I have had a migraine since this morning, and it hasn’t gone away. I feel awful but I don’t want to let the fans and the hyungs down! I’m sorry hyung!” Chan said. It felt so much better to tell someone. It really did. Chan could feel some relief leave his tired body as he saw Donghyuk’s face change from harsh to sweet in a few seconds. “Yah! Why didn’t you say anything to us? Poor thing. You are probably feeling miserable.” He said while tsking. “I’m sorry hyung.” He said. “We need to tell Hanbin. He needs to know.” Donghyuk said. “No! He will take me out of the stage! Please hyung, don’t tell him. Let me try and perform!” Chan pleaded. Donghyuk sighed and nodded. “Alright fine, but if you cant handle it, you have to leave the stage. Okay?” “Okay hyung!” Chan replied.
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"Make sure everyone has their in-ear's and mic's please!" One of the staff yelled backstage. It was almost time for Ikon to perform and Chanwoo was getting more and more nervous by the second. They had to have handheld mic's for this stage and not their usual face mic's due to their not being enough of the face mic's for every member. So Hanbin offered for them all to have handheld ones. Each member was given a red microphone and their pack of In-ear monitors. Chan's was blue with a galaxy theme, which he designed himself. Each member got to design their own in-ear's that they use for concerts and stages. Chan hesitated before putting in one of his in-ears. His head was still pounding like crazy and his stomach flip flopping, he did not want to aggrivate his head any more by having music and voices blasting in his ear. But he placed the in-ear in his ear and adjusted the wires so they would not be seen. Hanbin walked over to Chan and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey. You sure you are okay? If you dont feel you can perform your best, then tell me right now. I can tell the manger to pull you out." Chan shook his head, but regretted it instantly as his body swayed and his head began to spin. Hanbin grabbed onto Chan's arm and placed his other hand on his back to help steady him. "I am-" Chan began, but was interupted when Hanbin cut him off with a shout. "Yah! What is going on with you! Your obviously not fine Channie." Hanbin shouted with anger, but some concern could be heard as well. Yunhyeong comes over and looks at Hanbin. "What are you yelling about over here?! There are other people around you you know." "Chan is sick or something! He wont tell me what is wrong but he about fell over just a few seconds ago. He felt dizzy earlier too in the dressing room and told me he was fine but he about fell over then as well." Hanbin said with concern, but it came across as anger.
Yunhyeong faced Chanwoo and gave him the look that a mom gives their child when they are in trouble. Chan swallowed hard and stepped back a little. "Is this true Chan?" Yunhyeong asked, still giving that look that all the members dreaded. Ofcourse, no one could beat the look Jinhwan gives the members when they are in trouble. That is terrifying in itself. "Okay, yes hyung it is true. But I feel fine, honest! Just a little dizzy today is all." "Jung Chanwoo! Tell me the truth right now! Or I swear, I will kick your butt so hard you wont be able to sit for weeks!" Chan swallowed again. Does he tell the truth or keep hiding it?
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thecoreseven · 2 years
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seawitch62 · 2 years
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Re-run, Re-run
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Recap of what has happened since we last visited the island.
The witch as Ikon refers to her, Tina is her given name. Finally convinced her captors to release her, unbeknownst to her at the time they had ulterior motives.
She was just happy and relieved as her wrists were aching and her hands were numb.
They suspiciously watch her, one is always on guard duty.
"The witch must be watched at all times" Hanbin instructs.
"Spells and hex bags" Bobby warned the others.
Tina now has the freedom of the island, constantly monitored but allowing her to do her chores. 
"No ! I refuse to climb this tree" Tina tells Song.
Pointing up into the tree " the coconuts are up there, get them witch!"
"Get your own fucking coconuts" she yells as she walks away returning to basecamp.
Song and Tina argue till they reach the encampment.
"What the fuck is the problem?" Hanbin yells.
"The witch refused a direct order" Song reports.
"I'm not climbing the fucking tree! There  are  coconuts laying all over the frigging island!".
"Is this not Ikon Island?" Jinhwan asks.
"Hanbin is our elected President," adds Junhoe.
"Whatever" Tina mutters.
"Have you caught today's fish yet?" Chanwoo questions.
"No! I have not! I've been busy with all my other chores"
"Maybe you guys could do something for once!"
Gasps of surprise match their shocked expressions.
"Watch your mouth, witch" Hanbin states.
Tina stomps off in search of coconuts, DK close behind.
"Bonanza" she yells triumphantly.
Picking up the coconuts one by one with her guard close by.
Juggling too many at once the coconuts all fall to the ground. 
Tina looks in DK 's hoping he might offer assistance.
"You  know a basket is what you need" he states importantly.
Tina glares at him.
Returning to camp, many coconuts now litter the path.
She tosses them on the makeshift table.
"Fish?" Asks Chanwoo. 
A coconut flies through the air barely missing Chanwoo.
"That's a fucking enough witch" Hanbin growls.
Jinhwan tosses his clothes at her, "laundry".
So her days roll into one another.
Chore after chore. 
What they do all is a mystery to her except follow her and bark out orders.
The day is well honestly who knows what day it is, but approximately a month since they all found themselves on the island.
Lunch, fish, coconut and berries.
"The council has had a meeting," Junhoe informs Tina.
'Council' she laughs to herself. 
Waiting to hear what they would say next.
"We are men! We have needs!" Song declares.
'Fuck' she tells herself.
"It was put forward and agreed. You are a female, it's your job to satisfy us, in all things" Hanbin says. "well bar Bobby  he's a married man".
"I still think there should be leniency due to our circumstances" Bobby moans.
"Here is the schedule"
"Monday Hanbin Day
Tuesday Jinhwan Day
Wednesday Junhoe Day
Thursday Song Day
Friday DK Day
Saturday Chanwoo Day
Sunday, well that's your day off".
Hanbin says.
"Well that's very generous giving me Sunday off, but no, go to hell all of you!".
Tina goes to her hut, "bastards".
"What's her problem? I thought it was a well thought out plan" DK states.
"Maybe she wants just one of us" Junhoe grins.
"That being you?" Chanwoo laughs.
Catchup with the continuing saga at the same time, next week.
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taexual · 2 years
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maybe i | yunhyeong
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pairing: yunhyeong x oc
genre: smut, college au, fwb au
warnings: playful banter, some teasing, a quickie (protected), not a lot of pillow talk because of unexpected circumstances
summary: your friendship with benefits with yunhyeong is threatened when he accidentally tells you he loves you.
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requested by anonymous.
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“We don’t have much time,” Yunhyeong said, nearly ripping your jeans off of you in his haste. “My roommate will be back in an hour.”
You hadn’t planned to see him today, but Yunhyeong grabbed you – almost literally – when you were on your way home from the campus library, telling you that he missed you and asking if you were free. Which was just a courtesy, really, considering that he was already pulling you towards his dorm.
You wouldn’t have objected anyway, truth be told – you missed him, too. But hearing that you were running on limited time did frustrate you a little.
Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on your elbows, helping him rid you of the denim as his old bed creaked underneath both of your weights.
“I thought he had classes the whole day,” you commented. “And so did you.”
“I’m skipping all of mine,” Yunhyeong replied, tossing your jeans aside and reconnecting your lips in a—hurried—feverish kiss. You broke the kiss another second later to pull his shirt over his head. “And he’s only going to one.”
“The asshole,” you said.
“Right?” he agreed, only half-listening as he rolled you on top of him, until you were straddling his waist. “Come here.”
You lowered your lips to meet his again, finally able to enjoy the moment without worrying about tearing your clothes off of each other as quickly as possible. He kissed you back, cherishing in the familiar taste of your mouth, and struggling—as always—to believe that you’d done this enough times for your taste to become familiar.
Suddenly, you distracted him from his thoughts by bringing your hips over his, the layers of your underwear not providing nearly enough friction for this to feel as good as it could. And yet, in spite of that, a low groan passed his lips, his hands flying to your thighs in an almost desperate attempt to keep you steady while also encouraging you to, please, do that again.
And you complied – your bodies communicating wordlessly – as you rolled your hips into his once again, biting your lip when you felt the growing bulge underneath you. Your faces were inches apart, mouths hovering over each other, as your hips continued to grind into his slowly, the sensation as teasing as it was pleasurable.
“I’m going to need you to take these off now,” Yunhyeong whispered against your lips, hooking his fingers over the waistband of your panties. “We don’t have much time.”
“So impatient,” you rolled your eyes – the playful gesture only killing him a little more, while the pressure of your hips on his hardening length when you sat up, could have easily finished him off right then and there. “We should have gone to my place.”
“So that your neighbors can call the police on us again? No, thank you,” he scoffed while his eyes followed your every move – from the way you lifted your hips slightly to be able to pull your underwear down, to the way you brought one of your legs up, then the next one, and, finally, slid the panties down your right ankle. He swallowed.
“They meant well,” you said, giggling as you remembered the awkward altercation a few months ago when the police showed up to your dorm – at a very inconvenient moment, too – on behalf of your concerned next-door neighbor. She’d assumed—from the sounds? You weren’t sure— that you were getting killed. “In her defense, using ropes in a dorm room probably wasn’t the wisest idea.”
Yunhyeong laughed – the sound coming out strained when you lowered yourself on him again, your naked core brushing against his boxers; still one layer too many between you – before he sat up to meet your lips in a kiss, too impatient to wait.
“We’re trying that again, though,” he said then, hands gently dancing on your shoulders and down the straps of your bra, inching towards the clasp on your back. “Probably in a place with less neighbors.”
Knowing that you would likely never find a secluded enough spot without any people around, you gasped, purposefully overreacting. “You’re suggesting we do that in public?”
Yunhyeong lifted an eyebrow in response because that wasn’t exactly what he was suggesting, but now that you’d mentioned it, he wasn’t really against the idea.
“Might as well try,” he replied, his mind growing hazy as he focused on the feeling of your nearly naked body pressed against his. He still hadn’t mastered the clasp of your bra and you had to reach up to help him.
The moment your fingertips met as you undid your bra, Yunhyeong kissed you again. He refused to let you take your bra off yourself, and took control of the process – sliding each strap down your arms as if you had all the time in the world for this.
“Hmm,” you hummed against his lips, pulling away to warn him, “I thought we were in a hurry.”
Dreamily, Yunhyeong continued the slow, sensual process of removing your bra, the tips of his fingers brushing gently against your breasts once the garment was finally off. He always turned this simple act – that you would have preferred to get over with as quickly as possible; bras weren’t exactly known for being comfortable – into something that was akin to a grandiose procedure that he refused to skip over.
“We are,” he said. “But there are some things you can’t speed up.”
You scoffed at this, but the warmth of his words sent sparks all over your body – he’d always made it a big deal out of removing your clothes; the less there were left on you, the slower he moved.
“Yunhyeong,” you were forced to whine then – he may have been hoping for it – as he caressed your body, his hands not really lingering anywhere very long as he attempted to touch as much of you as possible.
This wasn’t the first time you were having sex, and yet he always made it feel as special as that first time. You didn’t mind that, especially since your first time with Yunhyeong had happened when both of you were drunk, so the memory of it was very blurry in your head. But, as much as you appreciated the care he put into everything he did, you wanted more now.
Pushing his chest gently with your hands, you forced him to fall back on the pillow. The small gasp that left his lips when you suddenly took charge of the situation was quickly replaced by a proud smirk, prompted by your impatience. You ignored it and, instead, pulled down his boxers, making sure to touch him as lightly as possible – on purpose, to tease him right back for taking this so slowly before.
“We’re in a hurry,” he was the one to remind you this time.
Ah, you’d been waiting for this.
With your hand barely grazing the tip of his length, you shrugged your shoulders. “Some things you can’t speed up.”
Yunhyeong rolled his eyes – or tried to – but he was forced to throw his head back and close his eyes altogether when you wrapped one of your hands against his fully-hard cock and gave it a few lazy pumps.
His sensitivity to your touch was one of your favorite things about doing this. Every time you doubted if it was a good decision to include sex in your friendship, you remembered the look on his face, like the one right now: his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes barely open but firmly locked on you, his chest rising and falling in anticipation of what you’d do next – and you knew you really wouldn’t have it any other way.
When your grasp on his length got tighter and your strokes more sensual, Yunhyeong groaned and reached out to stop you, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he sat up and placed his hands on yours. He pressed his lips to yours in a messy, open-mouthed kiss – deciding that not a lot of talking was going to be done from now on – and you leaned into him, allowing him to guide you to the previous position you’d been in: with your thighs on either side of him, your core pressed dangerously close to his length.
He brought one of his hands to your neck to angle your face in a way that allowed him to deepen the kiss. In the mean time, his free hand found your clit as he experimented by bringing his fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and, of course, teasing you until he felt you exhale against his mouth in frustration.
“Yunhyeong,” you spoke, a certain warning noticeable in your otherwise soft voice. He moved his lips to your neck instead. “I’m going to get up and leave if you don’t do something right now.”
He chuckled and the feeling of his teeth against the skin of your neck sent shivers down your spine.
“Fine,” he said then, pressing one more lingering kiss to your neck before reaching over to the drawer on his nightstand. “I thought the risk of getting caught was supposed to feel thrilling.”
“Well, if your roommate does come back soon,” you replied, watching him grab a condom package from his drawer and rip it open, “I’d rather he interrupted us when we were actually doing something.”
Yunhyeong paused for a second to give you a questionable look after you said this, but he decided not to argue, focusing on the more important things at hand.
“But we are doing something,” he said instead, teasing, as he tossed the wrapper on the floor.
“Something more,” you said – pointlessly so, because he was already rolling the condom down his length, his hands shaking lightly. He wanted this just as much as you – if not more – but his excitement was getting the best of him; he never did learn how to completely calm his nerves when he was alone with you.
Finally, he brought his hands down to your hips, slowly moving your body back and forth on his lap, your fold rubbing against his cock, the motion undoubtedly pleasant, but not enough.
When you were about to open your mouth and urge him to do something, Yunhyeong finally lifted your body up just a little and aligned himself with your entrance. His eyes met yours as he pushed the tip in and then stopped, keeping his hands on your thighs, but allowing you to choose the pace.
You lowered yourself on him, the stretch as sweet as it was painful. You closed your eyes at the feeling, so you did not see the absolute adoration in his eyes when you bottomed out. The blissful expression on your face was heaven itself right now and Yunhyeong momentarily forgot that you could also move, further intensifying the emotions he was feeling.
You held onto his shoulders as you ground your hips into his slowly, your walls warm and snug around him. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he watched your concentrated face and responded to the gentle swaying of your body by bucking his hips – just barely, really, but you felt it, your head automatically falling backwards, heavy breaths leaving your lips.
“That’s—” you started to say, pressing your hips into his harder, faster. “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” he asked – or perhaps agreed with you, it was hard to tell when he tried to muffle his own moans – and then he leaned in closer to you until his chest hit yours, and his cock changed the angle inside of you, suddenly feeling much deeper.
A quiet gasp left your lips at this new, sharper sensation, and Yunhyeong gave you a second to adjust before he lifted your hips and lowered them on his length again, slowly enough so you wouldn’t be in pain, but with enough force so you’d feel all of him. He did everything in an encouraging way, not trying to be in full control and letting you do most of the work as you steadily began to move on top of him.
You felt him so deep inside that you couldn’t help exhaling shakily as you squeezed your closed eyes even tighter. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders to find a more comfortable position, this way bringing your bodies even closer, so that there wasn’t a single spot of your skin that wasn’t touching his. 
He was restraining himself on your behalf, that much was clear in the way he kissed the side of your neck, focusing his attention elsewhere, so he wouldn’t start pounding into you.
Letting him know that you could handle it, you removed one of your hands from his neck. You placed your hand on his and lifted it from your hips to your lower back – so he was still holding you, but no longer had the opportunity to control how fast you moved – and then you returned to holding onto his shoulders as you began to bounce on him, gradually gaining speed until his kisses turned into soft groans against your neck.
“Fuck,” you moaned, louder now that the feeling of his throbbing length rubbing against your walls had grown more intense.
He held you against him, his hand wrapping around your waist for more support, while his other hand slid down to grab your ass, squeezing and kneading it as you continued to ride him.
“You feel so good, baby,” he panted, struggling to catch his breath as you alternated between grinding your hips into his and then moving up and down on his length again.
“Hmmm,” was all you could muster in response as Yunhyeong moved his hips to meet yours halfway, your bodies locked together in a well-choreographed dance, the only music in the room being the sound of your skin slapping against each other to the rhythm of your heavy breaths.
You’ve done this before with him – countless times – and yet each time he held you as close as this, his hands squeezing the softest parts of your body and his length drilling into you, you were still surprised by how good this could feel.
“I-I’m—” you tried, the words dying on your tongue and transforming into a desperate, wordless plea when you felt his kisses on your collarbones, then on your chest, until finally his mouth found one of your nipples, his tongue gentle and electrifying all at once. “Oh, please.”
He hummed, the sensation reverberating pleasantly all across your body as he moved to your other breast, starting off with butterfly kisses all around it before finally bringing his tongue over your nipple, sucking on it lightly and pulling away with a wet kiss. 
Overwhelmed by pleasure, you had no choice but to relent to him as he began to thrust up into you, his hands holding you in place. His pace did not slow down once – he’d gotten enough practice to know the right way to throw you off the edge – as he gripped your thighs, his cock going in and out of you.
“S-so close,” you spoke shakily, your body seemingly a separate entity from your mind now.
With another soft moan, you caught Yunhyeong off-guard when you met his thrusts by rotating your hips in quick, clumsy figure-8s.
Sex between the two of you was always a battle for control – although neither of you minded sharing – but he did not object right now, far too lost in the feeling of being inside of you. And yet the circular motions of your hips were so sweet, he was starting to get worried he’d be the one coming first.
His breath catching in his throat, Yunhyeong licked his lips and watched you, in awe. You looked and you felt so warm, so soft, so perfect – he couldn’t control himself anymore.
“So good to me,” he praised, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of your snug walls squeezing him, and absolutely intoxicated from the way you looked as you chased your high. “Oh, fuck, I love you. S-so much.”
Too lost in the feeling, you didn’t fully register his words – or perhaps you did, but they sounded so fitting in this moment, you found nothing weird with them – and, therefore, you were only able to whimper in response, moving your hips against his faster.
“Fuck,” he whispered, half-aware of what he’d just said, but much, much more aware of the way you were clenching around him, and the increasing sound of your breathing as you inched closer to the edge.
“I’m going to—” you got cut off when he brought a hand between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit with the tips of his fingers as you continued to grind your hips against his. “Ah—! Going to—”
“Come for me,” he whispered lowly. “I got you. F-fuck—”
Moaning loudly when the intense wave of pleasure washed over your body, you thrashed in his arms, but Yunhyeong kept a tight grip on you as his fingers continued to work on your clit.
Gasping for air, you dug your fingertips into his skin, feeling so full, so comfortable, so good. Your hips had stilled against his, except for a few sporadic, uncontrollable twitches – that made him see white – as you came down from your high.
“Baby,” he groaned, struggling to hold himself back any longer when your walls continued to squeeze around his length, the feeling so blissful—and so dangerous—he came faster than he would have liked or expected.
Loud groans left his mouth as he thrust into you hard and fast one more time, the sound of your ecstatic whimpers only urging him on. Bottoming out with his final thrust, he emptied himself into the condom with an unintelligible sound, comprised of your name and how good you made him feel.
He was breathless and had to use one of his hands to lean against the wall, so he wouldn’t topple over you or knock you both off the bed – it’d happened before; he was not proud of it – as he tried to return to reality.
You were still recovering, a strange—but not unwelcome—buzzing in your ears from your high. You watched Yunhyeong curse as he thrust into you leisurely a few more times before finally pulling out and letting go of you, albeit very reluctantly.
The two of you stayed still for a second, your bodies still just as close, even if he wasn’t inside of you anymore. And yet even through you were breathing the exact same rhythm, even though your eyes could not look away from each other, cherishing in the afterglow, neither one of you could bring yourselves to kiss the other. Even though you wanted to. Really, really wanted to.
Traces of anxiety were slowly making its’ way to both of your faces. Or, rather, now that you weren’t too focused on something else, you were able to realise that this anxiety had been there from the moment Yunhyeong said those words; you just didn’t want to think about what it meant at the time.
Now, bringing his tongue over his lips, Yunhyeong pulled away from your body first – so he could discard of the condom. When he sat back down on his bed, he no longer lifted his eyes to look at you.
The confession hung heavy in the air as your breathing slowed. He wasn’t sure if he was more scared of you bringing it up, or not bringing it up.
Finally, you exhaled and leaned over the edge of the bed to reach for his discarded duvet. You wrapped it around yourself – not because you were chilly or uncomfortable, but simply because this worked as a sort of shield for when you finally said, “w-we should probably talk about—”
Yunhyeong inhaled so sharply, your sentence faded off in surprise. He got up to put his boxers back on and, taking advantage of the fact that he had his back to you, he replied quietly, “I don’t know what else to add to that.”
Your first – natural, fighting for survival – course of action was an attempt to make light of the situation.
“Was it a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing?” you asked, chuckling nervously. The chuckle was supposed to make this seem even less like a big deal, yet it became the reason why it was suddenly painful for Yunhyeong to turn around and face you again.
“No, I… uh,” he spoke hesitantly. There was really no way back now. “I meant it.”
Your thoughts – usually so long, complicated, and sometimes even difficult to understand – suddenly swarmed in your head in the form of three-word sentences: he meant it. He loved you. That was fine.
Progressing even further, the three-word sentences turned into questions, as your eyes frantically scanned the cheap linoleum flooring in his dorm room: what to say? How to—even—speak?
“Why, um—” you started, clearing your throat when your voice came out unexpectedly groggy. “Why don’t you want to talk about it, then?”
Sighing, Yunhyeong sat down on the bed next to you. “Because I know I ruined everything.”
He hadn’t realised it before – probably because he could always see clearer when you were with him – but it was actually surprisingly dim in his room. He’d closed the curtains after you came over, hiding you two from the afternoon sun and the campus outside. But it had gotten significantly darker now.
He was grateful for that. His face felt too warm and there was only so much of this warmth that he could blame on your previous activity – clearly, he had never been embarrassed after having sex with you, so this wouldn’t work here.
“You… didn’t ruin anything,” you said finally, but a full minute had passed before you spoke and Yunhyeong had already convinced himself that he was right. He’d inserted the finishing nails into the coffin of your friendship.
“I know we’d only agreed on sex, but I—you… well, this happened,” he continued, not sure why his words sounded like an excuse – and a very poor one, at that. He tried again, “I’m—”
The door of his room suddenly opened – so quickly, it nearly got thrown off the hinges – and both of you jumped in surprise.
“Thank fuck you’re home,” Yunhyeong’s roommate was saying – he was drenched; it was probably raining outside – as he tossed his head back to throw the hood of his sweatshirt off his head. When he lowered his face, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you two. “Shit. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.”
The boy didn’t give Yunhyeong a single second to come up with an excuse. He backed out of the room as quickly as he came in—barged in, really; even if this was, technically his room, too—closing the door behind him.
Yunhyeong hid his face behind his hands, standing up. “Well, fuck.”
The look on his roommate’s face as he backed out of the room – the relief to be home immediately replaced by downright terror – and Yunhyeong’s distressed reaction had you biting your lip to resist laughing, even despite the tension from the conversation you’d been having before you got interrupted.
“It’s okay!” you called out, hoping his roommate was close enough to the door to hear it. You doubted it, though. So, tossing the duvet off, you reached for your hoodie and told Yunhyeong, “I’m leaving.”
That sounded awfully final to him. In the ten seconds that it took for you to pull your hoodie over your head, Yunhyeong swore his heart almost stopped five times.
“Y-you are?” he asked, eager to see the look on your face. When your eyes finally met his again, there was nothing out of the ordinary in them – if anything, you seemed calmer now that you were no longer talking about what he’d said.
“Yeah,” you replied, standing up, and fishing your panties out from behind his office chair.
“But it’s raining,” Yunhyeong said lamely, shuffling on his feet as he watched you dress up and found the sight – much to his own confusion – just as tempting as when you were taking your clothes off.
“That’s fine,” you replied, looking for your jeans. Yunhyeong spotted them first, on the floor next to where he was standing, and tossed them to you. “Thanks. I have to get home anyway.”
He tried to remember – struggling, for some reason; despite always claiming that he never forgot a single moment from the days you’d spent together – if you always left in such a hurry, or if today was an exception.
“W-well,” he started, hoping that it would sound less desperate out loud than it did in his head, “can I call you later?”
You gave him an incredulous look as you pulled your jeans up your thighs. “Of course. We have plans for Saturday, remember?”
He did remember. In fact, it was the reason why he was so beside himself with anxiety right now – worried that your future plans were already canceled months into advance.
“We’re still on?” he asked. The fact that he sounded surprised squeezed your heart painfully.
You were glad not to speak of what had happened anymore. In just a few seconds, you had managed to convince yourself that you’d be able to move on from this like it was just a minor misunderstanding. But that was obviously just wishful thinking, brought on by a convenient distraction – Yunhyeong’s roommate, who was likely still waiting outside in the hall.
Regardless, there was nothing else you could say. You needed to clear your head or, actually, do the exact opposite of that and get mind-numbingly drunk.
“Of course we are,” you told Yunhyeong in a light voice – or, what you hoped to be, a light voice.
Wishful thinking or not, you and Yunhyeong had been friends since you started college two and a half years ago. You’d been sleeping together for less, but that wasn’t supposed to bring an end to the friendship part of this arrangement. It couldn’t.
So, you pressed a kiss to his cheek – like you always did – and stepped into your sneakers, leaning down to pull them over your heels.
Yunhyeong watched you smile at him one more time before you left his room – apologizing to his still horrified roommate as you went – and he was glad you didn’t bolt at the first given opportunity, but he still felt uneasy. What happened now? What would he have to do the next time he saw you?
And yet, despite all these questions swimming in his head, Yunhyeong focused on the fact that he would see you again tomorrow. He would see you, and talk to you, and even touch you -- even if it was in passing, when you said hello or when he bought you coffee and handed you the paper cup.
He would see you again, and all the rest didn’t matter much because he loved you, and he considered himself capable of keeping that love in check – or suffocating it altogether if that’s what you would have preferred – so long as he still got to be with you.
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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years
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Chef’s Kiss
Pairing: Song Yunhyeong x reader
World: Chef’s Kitchen (read HERE)
Genre: roommates au / chef au / suggestive
Warnings: something’s burning and maybe it’s not the food (it’s both desire and the food lol)
A/N: This is a follow up to Chef’s Kitchen. I was disappointed I couldn’t call the first one Chef’s Kiss, as a punny name, because there was no kiss in it! So, I had to write this piece to get my title happiness, haha!
Thanks to @noona-clock​ for requesting the first story (linked above), and to @this-song-thats-only-for-you​ and @jackiejacks923​ for convincing me I needed to write this second part!
Word count: 1325
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Food meant something different to you now.
Sure, you had always enjoyed anything delicious and disliked poorly made dishes, and that was still the same. However, you found yourself more disappointed with the meals you scraped together most nights than the ones where Yunhyeong cooked for you now. It made sense, he was a head chef at a popular restaurant in the city and you were without any qualifications. Of course, you could taste a whole lot more in his basic meals, as he referred to them as, compared to your more complicated recipes.
And that was why when he had his next day off that matched yours, you had begged him for cooking lessons.
“Will I ever get you out of a kitchen with me?” he asked with a heavy sigh, though the smile adorning his lips let you know he wasn’t completely put out.
He had made it clear that any time spent with you lately made him happy.
“As your roommate, shouldn’t you feel some sense of responsibility for me?” you questioned, tightening the strap of the apron Yunhyeong had insisted you wear for this. You gave him your best convincing look. “You’re full of information that could help me improve my cooking skills!”
“Are we just roommates?” he murmured and then cleared his throat and gave you a pointed look. “I’m a chef, I don’t like mistakes.”
“So I’ll try my best not to make any,” you answered, trying to simmer down the heat in your face from the first part of his response.
You weren’t sure what you and Yunhyeong had become over the last month. After the first meal you shared, you had since shared three others, all tastier than the last. You had also done other things together, often curling up on the couch and reading books or watching movies together. Grocery shopping now felt like a date for you and for once in your life, you actually were excited for Sunday mornings where you cleaned the house with Yunhyeong.
It definitely felt like you were more than roommates, however, neither of you had made that first move. And although you were desperate to make your dinners alone when Yunhyeong was at work taste better than they were now, you were hopeful that seeing him in his element might give you the surge of confidence to admit that you wanted to date officially.
Or that something would happen today.
“You might hate me after this,” he continued with the forewarning and then sighed. “Which I don’t want.”
“Well, what do you want?” you softly asked and for a moment, Yunhyeong merely stared back at you, soul-searching. Your heart rate increased, and you watched as he moistened his recently chap-sticked lips with his tongue.
“Bell peppers, two of them,” he finally stated and with a languid blink, you snapped out of the shared moment.
“Right, chef.”
Instructions followed regularly thereafter, and you focused on ensuring you did your best at each step along the way. Whilst Yunhyeong was showing you techniques on how to prepare the meal for the freshest flavour, he did make sure you were able to do everything for yourself as well.
And naturally, you were much slower and clumsier in skills. “No, Y/N if you do it like that, you’ll chop your finger instead of the carrot. Here, let me help you.”
Moving in behind you, Yunhyeong placed his hands around yours on the knife and guided the other safely along the carrot. You didn’t think cutting a carrot could feel, well, quite like this.
It was harder to keep your attention on what he was showing you and not on how good he smelt or how warm he felt against you. Blinking rapidly, you cleared your throat which made him stop moving altogether. “I uh, I think I can do it.”
“Right. Yep.”
Awkwardly, you got back to it and finished cutting up the carrot. With a new task, the tension eased off around you and soon you moved onto cooking the meal. Conversation flowed well enough during this time and you even shared a couple of moments of laughter. There was nothing that happened for you to hate Yunhyeong during this lesson. If anything, it had confirmed you liked him a great deal. You were trying to figure out the best moment to tell him this when he held out a spoon towards you.
“As the chef in charge of this meal, you need to try your sauce to make sure it tastes good enough,” he mentioned and you nodded, reaching out to hold onto the spoon over his hand. He watched you intently as you tried to savour the flavour and figure if anything was missing.
When you were done sampling it, you frowned. “It’s missing something but I can’t pinpoint it. Will you try some?”
Taking the spoon and placing some of the sauce on it, you held it out to Yunhyeong, though he didn’t make any movement to take it. Instead, he continued his gaze upon you, unrelenting with the way he soaked you in. You laughed feebly, wiggling the spoon just enough in hopes to garner his attention. “Yunhyeong?”
You vaguely heard the spoon clatter to the ground with how swift Yunhyeong took you in his arms, his mouth moving over yours before you had a chance to even blink. It didn’t take you long to react, however, eyes shutting as your hands wound up his chest to link behind his head, kissing him back with just as much fervour.
You had spent hours thinking about this first kiss and how it would go. Perhaps, you had been naïve to think something soft and sweet led in from a smile would be the most likely option. Much like his food, Yunhyeong had overwhelmed you, now pressing his body flush into yours, wedging you against the countertop. Somewhere, after sucking in a deep breath to continue the next kiss, you had found yourself hoisted up onto the countertop, Yunhyeong stepping in between your legs. And you were certain this moment would have continued, had you not smelt something burning.
Ripping away from the heated embrace, you blinked several times to gather your bearings. Yunhyeong’s eyes were blown with lust and it was evident by how dishevelled he appeared that he had no clue why you had ended the kiss short. You shook his shoulders and then pointed to the stovetop. “It’s burning!”
“What?” Turning his head, he jumped away from you, shutting off the heat and then groaned loudly. “Shit. That wasn’t meant to happen.”
“Which part, the kiss or…?”
Yunhyeong was annoyed by the cooking mishap, but his lips still managed to curl up. “The kiss was definitely meant to happen, though I should have waited until the food was done. We’ll have to start all over.”
“Or we could order in,” you offered, Yunhyeong merely frowning in response. “Less stress or time spent cooking and more time…”
“Kissing?”
“Well, they do say receiving a chef’s kiss is a good thing,” you tempted and once Yunhyeong was satisfied nothing else would interrupt you both, he stepped back in between your legs, hands loosely resting on your hips.
“Is that so?”
You hummed appreciatively and moved so your lips were nearly on his. “Next time, we’ll cook better.”
“I’ll just spoil you and meal prep your dinners before I go to work. It’s the least I can do for you.”
“Because you’re my roommate?” you asked cheekily and he let out a low curse, shaking his head.
“Unless you want me to take that literally and wind up in your bed tonight too, I think we should settle with officially dating.”
You grinned. “Can I get a chef’s kiss to seal the deal?”
With a laugh, Yunhyeong pecked your lips. “The problem isn’t going to be starting. It’s going to be knowing when to stop when it comes to you.”
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kz-i-co · 4 years
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Summer Camp: Part III
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» Summary: Song tries to drag you out once again but things don't go as planned.
» Pairing: Song Yunhyeong x Reader
» Genre: fluff
» Words: 3.2k
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You pinched the tarantula cage as you marched to the boys cabin. You made sure to get up extra early so you could give Yunhyeong a piece of your mind.
You entered the boys cabin with anger noticing all the boys still fast asleep. Once you opened Yunhyeong's room he was just putting on his shirt.
"Hey." He said with a smile until he saw what you were holding. "Oh right. I'm sorry about that."
"What the fuck." You whispered but the anger was still in your voice.
"It wasn't my idea.......It's in a cage, they wanted to let it out, but Mrs. Nu wouldn't be happy about that."
"So they stole from the science lab. Now you're training criminals." You rolled your eyes.
He took the cage off your hands looking at you with guilt. "I'll talk to them."
Your expression didn't change. "I'll make it up to you I promise." He walked past you into the boys cabin. He blew the whistle startling all the boys awake.
"LISTEN UP! I know you guys have had fun pranking the girls but unfortunately it needs to end." The boys groaned. "The pranks have gotten too out of hand and the owner is not happy. So just enjoy the rest of your summer and maybe instead of teasing the girls, start making friends with them because they're pretty cool once you get to know them."
"Also the last one ready is going to be Counselor (Y/N)'s slave for the rest of the day." Then he left with no response and you followed him awkwardly.
"Yunhyeong What the hell." You said.
"What?"
"My slave? Really?"
"It's funny. I hope it's Youngjun."
"What's with you and that kid?"
"His mom is friends with my mom. I used to babysit the twerp." He laughed. "But anyway....you want to do something later? It's movie night."
"I don't know." You we're unsure. "We will still be on duty."
"Nah. The movie grabs everyone's attention."
"We'll see."
The boys came running out and Youngjun was the first. "Youngjun can you grab my clip board I forgot it." Yunhyeong asked. He ran back inside and came running out a second later. "Oh Youngjun! You're last that means you have to be Counselor (Y/N)'s slave."
"But you asked me to go inside." He whined.
"You could of been a little faster." He smirked.
"Yunhyeong stop." You said as your girls came out.
"Don't worry, she's a softy. She'll go easy on you." He laughed but the poor boy kept whining.
"Hey." He leaned over to talk to Youngjun more quietly, so you couldn't hear what he was saying. The boy grew a smile and ran off to the rest of the boys.
"What did you tell him?" You glared.
"Nothing." He shrugged.
"Alright So you guys are with Mrs. Nu first and please give this back to her." He handed one of the boys the tarantula cage, showing no sigh of fear what's so ever.
....
As you walked the path to the main camp sight, you and Yunhyeong walked a close distance behind the kids. Your sight was all around, looking at the tall trees and the different sight of birds flying from tree to tree, just basically minding your own business until you felt Yunhyeong's hand interlock with yours. You arched your eye brows from the sudden gesture and noticed his eyes on the ground. You couldn't help but blush. He came off so cocky that you couldn't believe it was the same person. He was like a little boy with a crush, being all shy and timid, causing you to bite your lip to prevent from laughing.
"Yunhyeong?" You heard a familiar voice and he dropped your hand quickly.
"Yes ma'am." You saw his mother waiting at the end of the path. "Mrs. Nu will take over from here, I need to see you and Ms (Y/N)."
He nodded and you both followed her. She was intimidating as the boss but was sweet off the job. You figured she wanted to talk about the prank wars but hopefully she'll go soft.
"Sit down." She said once you and Yunhyeong were in her office. She tapped her finger nails across the desk.
"Can I just say it was my idea." Yunhyeong started.
"I'm not mad about the pranks." She started. "Though I better not hear from another staff finding some booby trapped toilet."
"I told the kids to stop." He spoke but the silence in the air was still intimidating.
"Ma'am are we in trouble?" You asked as the curiosity was killing you.
She stopped tapping and interlocked her hands ready to talk. "Jensen saw you two enter the storage room, soak and wet last night."
You took a deep breath trying not to panic.
"What were you two doing in there?" She said stern yet puzzled. "And at a quarter to midnight?"
"We were washing our clothes." He said but his mothers hard expression didn't soften. "We went swimming."
"At midnight?"
"I was dying to go in all day."
"Then go during your break. You have an hour." She said and then looked at you being quiet. "Why drag poor (Y/N) into your mess?"
"I didn't want to go alone." He shrugged.
She sighed leaning back into her chair. "Please no more sneaking around. After hours especially. If something happens to a child in your cabin and you're not there-"
"What's going to happen?" He said cutting her off.
"You never know." She said. "It's just safety precautions."
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to hang out with (Y/N). It's been how long since we've seen each other?"
"I told you Yunhyeong, after 6 you and (Y/N) can go do whatever. Just ask permission first." She started. "I can send you on tank duty every once in a while. Give you some fresh air."
You had no idea what tank duty was but you were intrigued.
"Alright dismissed. No more scaring my night guard." She smiled.
You and Yunhyeong left feeling nervous. "What's tank duty?" You couldn't help but ask.
"We take all the canisters and fill them with gasoline for the golf karts and such."
"I'm sorry I got us in trouble. I didn't know we would get caught." He spoke up.
"It's fine I guess." You smiled. "We just need to be more careful next time."
He smiled at your answer and continued going back to the cafeteria for breakfast.
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"Let's see if you guys can handle the zombie outbreak course. Muhahah." Yunhyeong said taking the kids to the level 5 obstacle course. You remembered this course when you were younger but you could tell they expanded it and made it more challenging. The theme was ghost busters back then but now zombies were the big thing.
"It was my idea to make it zombies." Yunhyeong could read your unamused expression.
"Of course." You smiled sarcastically. "Where did you buy those cut outs?"
"Different Halloween stores." He said going over to the stereo that was hooked up. As soon as he turned it on a bunch of typical zombie growls started up causing the kids to laugh.
"I'll let you guys try it out once and then we'll do ninja warrior style and see who's the fastest." You hated to say it but Yunhyeong was good at his job. He knew how to entertain kids no doubt. Without him here you would of just told the kids to have fun and be done with it, but he knew what kids liked and knew how to have fun.
You waved your hand in front of your face as the sun was glaring down on the both of you. It was the beginning of July and and one of the most hottest days yet of this summer.
"Over here." He stepped back a few steps to guide you to the shade. "It's not much but at least you won't have to worry about sun burn."
"Yeah. How do you deal with standing in this heat for hours."
"I'm used to it I guess." Then he blew his whistle. "Youngjun......water!"
Youngjun ran over to the cooler and pulled out a water bottle and ran over to you. He got down on his knees and held up the water. "For you, your highness." He spoke causing everyone to laugh.
"Thank you." You took the bottle and smacked Yunhyeong.
"What, he's your slave."
"I feel weird. Make him stop."
"Alright. Youngjun!" The poor kid pulled out a water and brought another one over for Yunhyeong. "Thanks buddy." He high fived him.
"You're gonna get us in trouble again." You mumbled.
"No worries." He smiled not giving you any detail.
"Okay you guys ready for the competition. Winner gets $10 for any junk food you want." Yunhyeong made his way over to the other side of the obstacle course. He had his stop watch and clipboard in hand ready for the competition to start. "We'll have one girl winner and one boy winner. Fair?"
The kids agreed in unison. "Ready.....go!"
You just stayed in your shade watching the competition. "Hey hun, how's it goin?" Esther greeted you.
"Good." You smiled.
"Is Yunhyeong being nice to you?" She asked.
"Yes. More importantly, is he being nice to the kids?" You laughed and she cracked a smiled.
"He's only teasing. Just like his father."
"For you, your majesty." Youngjun gave you your clipboard. "You must have dropped it." Then he ran back over to the rest of the kids.
"He's joking." You laughed nervously from Esthers expression. "I'm gonna use the bathroom." You walked off awkwardly and made your way into the bathroom. You took a piece of paper towel and soaked it in cold water wiping off your excess sweat.
As you grabbed your clipboard, ready to head out again, you noticed a folded piece of paper poking out. You took it out and opened it, fold by fold.
Meet me at Ravens bridge, tonight at 7:00pm.
You blushed reading the note. That was when everyone would be occupied by the movie showing. You were still nervous though. What if someone notices you were gone?
You took a deep breath and left the girls bathroom, heading into a water gun fight.
You were only in there for five minutes.
"There she is!" You heard the kids shouting and sprinted towards you.
"No no no. Stay back!" You ran off but the kids were already squirting you. "It's cold!" You screamed.
You saw Yunhyeong laughing as he was watching the whole thing. You managed to get away and grabbed the hose. You ran up to Yunhyeong and sprayed him in the face. He tried grab the hose from you causing the water to shower over both of you. You could tell the ground was getting all mushy and muddy causing you to slip. He laughed distracting himself, giving you the opening to take back the hose spraying him more. He turned away taking off as the kids followed your lead.
"Get him." They shouted.
"It's time to take the kids to- oh my goodness." The boss shook her head. "It's my fault for hiring a kid to look after kids." She smiled to Esther.
She blew her whistle causing the commotion to stop and you ran over to the side of the building turning off the hose. "Everyone having fun?"
The kids were all quiet.
"Alright. Showers and then cafeteria for dinner.....you two clean up first." She spoke before taking the kids.
You went around grabbing all the water guns and placing them in the cart as he picked up pieces of the obstacle course. The course was all muddy now from all the water.
You wheeled the equipment back into the storage unit. It was where you and Yunhyeong shared a moment last night. The memory just gave you a shiver up your spine.
You heard Yunhyeong sigh then lean against the washing machine.
"Your mom seems pretty mad, you don't think she'll fire us do you?"
"Nah, my mom loves you." He smiled.
"I'm not convinced." You shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. You did nothing wrong." He laughed.
"So about tonight?" He started. "Can I count on you?"
"I don't know." Your tone was conflicted. "We already got busted for last night."
"It won't be after midnight though the movie starts at 6:30. No one will know we're gone."
You pursed your lips. "Okay." You looked down hiding your smile. "You're not gonna murder me are you?"
He arched his eyebrows at your question. "The middle of the woods on the death bridge." You clarified. "It's seems pretty sketchy."
"I told you that bridge is perfectly safe, plus it's our spot."
"Our spot?" You laughed.
"Yeah. Don't you remember? I'm pretty sure I proposed to you on that bridge."
"First of all, we were 9 and second, you pushed me and made me cry and gave me a flower out of guilt."
"But I got down on one knee."
"To tie your shoe."
"Yes technically but I meant it for you." He said causing you to laugh.
"You're such an idiot."
You laughed and looked down remembering you both were covered in mud. "We better go shower."
"Nah, it's a good look for you." He started walking towards the door.
You rolled your eyes and followed him outside.
....
Time was ticking, making you more nervous. It was already 6:15 and the kids were gathering their dinner, getting ready for the movie. How were you gonna sneak away?
"Oh (Y/N) can you fill all the napkin dispensers?"
"Of course." You got up and checked the time. It was 6:25. You went around to each table like you were told as you search around the room for Yunhyeong. He was nowhere in site. Where was he?
"Looking for Song?" You looked behind you startled and saw Jae smiling as he pushed his glasses up in place. "The boss put him on film duty."
"Film duty?" You asked.
"He has to watch the reel in the booth."
"Oh really?" You said trying not to sound disappointed.
"We usually all take turns. It's easy."
"Sucks too be him." You laughed nervously.
Does that mean the meet up is cancelled?
As the movie started you sat bored, chipping the polish off your fingernails. The film was one you watched a million times. Time was ticking once again as you noticed it was only five minutes to 7. What if he got out of it and was already on his way to meet you? You didn't want to stand him up but on the other hand show up being all alone in the woods. You got slowly and looked at the other counselors as you caught their attention.
"Bathroom." You smiled nervously and made your way down the hall. You were about to leave out the door until you saw the door to the projector room.
You entered slowly and saw a grouchy Yunhyeong clicking through his phone. "How dare you stand me up?" You teased.
He sat up staring at you surprised. "I'm sorry (Y/N), my mom is being unbelievable. She caught me trying to sneak out."
"That's ashamed." You said pulling up a chair. "So what were you gonna show me exactly?"
"I had a huge crush on you back when we were 10 and I carved our names in a tree." He blushed. "It's stupid but I just wanted to explain why I was an asshole to you." You couldn't help but giggle.
The movie reached its main menu causing him to get up and activate the laptop. You got up following him seeing a bunch of camp photos placed on the wall.
"I noticed that when I got in here." He laughed and you noticed a photo of the both of you during your crazy paint balloon fight.
"You look the same." You laughed.
"You look the same." He fought back that you couldn't help but blush at his cute pout.
"So about this tree, when can we see it?"
"Are you suggesting we sneak out again?" He smirked by the look of your pleading expression.
"Maybe." You shrugged. "But for now what should we do?" You leaned against the counter.
You grabbed his shirt pulling him closer since he was getting the message and brought your lips to his. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back and he had you sitting back making himself comfortable as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"You don't think anyone will come in here do you?"
"I hope not." He said already out of breath and returned kissing deeply.
You ran your fingers through the back of his hair as the kiss turned more desperate. He held his hand along your neck for support as he towered over you.
He moved his hips along with yours causing more friction. You couldn't help but moan causing him to pull away and begin down your neck. Your stomach immediately erupted with butterflies. His hand dragged down your side until it laid nicely on your hip. He played with the hem of your shirt, tugging on the material.
The muffled laughter coming from the other room pulled you back to reality. You completely forgot where you even were.
"I think we should call it a night." You began causing him to pull away. "I don't want either of us to get into trouble."
He nodded respectfully and kissed your lips one last time slowly. "I feel like my mom already suspects something." He laughed softly. "She's pretty smart."
"I better get back out there." You began walking but before you could open the door, it opened revealing his mother.
"Oh (Y/N), How are you?"
"Good, I was just-"
"It's okay sweetie, I know you two are friends." She said politely, causing you to be more nervous then before. She definitely knew.
"Yunhyeong when the movie hits 45, we're gonna let the kids have a bathroom break."
"Okay."
"Oh (Y/N)..." You followed her out of the room. "The counselors are handing out water, do you mind helping."
"Of course not."
....
The kids were yawning left and right as you walked them back towards your cabin.
"Sorry about our plan turning to shit." Yunhyeong spoke to you causing some of the kids to turn their heads. "You're 13, I'm sure you've heard that word before.....except Youngjun who is only 10, my apologies."
You couldn't help but giggle as the teasing never got old. "That's okay. You still got another 5 weeks to show me."
"Show you what?" Your conversation became the kids conversation as well.
"The dead body I found in the woods." Yunhyeong spoke before you could.
"Don't tell them that. You'll give them nightmares." You pushed him gently.
"Okay, brush teeth and get to bed." You spoke as you got to your cabin and the kids followed through.
"Maybe not tonight but I'll find a way."
"I'm sure you will." You arched your eyebrows ready to head into your cabin.
"Goodnight (Y/N)."
"Night."
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uppercasechanwoo · 4 years
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See You Then
Pairing: Reader x Song Genre: fluff A/N: I haven’t made any fanfics for two years now so I’m a bit rusty. But anyways, I hope you enjoy this oneshot! 
“Oh my god I HATE my boss! He’s gonna make me miss the last bus!” You shouted as you ran as fast as you could to the bus stop. Not really caring about people who might be thinking that you’re a lunatic at the moment.
As you reached the bus stop, you tried to catch your breath and took a glance at the digital clock at the sign next to the bus stop. You let out a sigh of relief as you had fifteen minutes to spare before the bus came and plopped down onto the empty seats.
You begin to adjust your messy appearance after running non-stop for four blocks. You popped in a pair of earphones and went on Spotify to find a chill lo-fi playlist to listen to in the way home.
When you finally found the perfect playlist to listen from, you set your phone aside and looked around. There were people crossing the street, some with their significant others, some all alone. You begin making up stories in your head about these people.
You’ve always been this creative. making up random scenarios about people’s lives. There has been various types of scenarios that you’ve made up before, cute ones, sad ones, you name it.
As you were looking around, suddenly a man presumably in his twenties took a seat on the empty benches at the bus stop. You couldn’t help but look at him. He was good looking. He wore a long black coat that compliments his skin color. He had dark hair with his bangs parted at the side. He was all-around gorgeous.
‘Wow, I wish I had a boyfriend like that’ A sudden thought came to your mind. 
You ended up staring at him without you noticing your own actions. Only when he turned his head towards you, you realized your actions and turned away, blushing.
Throughout the entire time waiting for your bus, you really tried to hold yourself back from staring at him. He was unusually attractive and to be honest, you’re kind of developing a crush on him.
Then came the bus. For once in your life you really hoped to stay there longer and spend time just sitting next to him. You reluctantly got on the bus and sat at the seat next to the window facing him. 
You had this brilliant idea to take out your phone and take a picture of him and once you did, you were overjoyed. ‘I’m not going to see him after this anyway’ you thought while smiling at the picture you just took.
The next day, your boss held you back at work again. You could’ve sworn that he’s doing it on purpose. That perverted old man had been using the same tactic ever since you started working there.
At first you thought it was nothing but that all changed when he once offered you a ride home. You blindly went into the car with him and chatted for a while. suddenly he began to place his hands on your thighs and touching your exposed skin. You felt uncomfortable and asked him to let you off immediately which wasn’t an easy thing to do. After a while, he finally let you off at the side of the road and drove off. Luckily you were already at your neighborhood so you went on and walked home.
After all that, you never even dared to come close to him nor his car despite his invitations. You would prefer walking to the far away bus stop every day rather than get in that situation ever again.
When you reached the bus stop, you were surprised to see the same man you saw the day before. Your heart began beating fast and you thanked god that you got to see him again today. You sat down and waited for your bus to come. Every now and then, you turn around and steal glances at him. 
Your bus finally came and again you felt really reluctant to go home and leave this guy. as you boarded the bus, you took another picture of him.
After that, it has become your daily routine to take the last bus and every single day he was there. Although sometimes you finished your work early, you stayed behind just so you could take the last bus home in hopes you see him again. And every day you took another picture of him.
One day, you saw him coming to a bus stop with a woman on his back. She seemed quite drunk at the moment. She was a pretty woman. Her clothes looked girly and stylish and her makeup was beautiful. You looked at your white pencil skirt, blue long sleeve shirt and ponytail. You were nothing compared to her.
“Babe, I’m not feeling too good” The woman said as he put her down and kneel in front of her. ‘Babe? So she’s his girlfriend’ You felt your heart ache and break.
“Are you okay? Do you need water?” He said to her while cupping her face in his palms. In midst of your heartache, you just can’t ignore how beautiful his voice was. That was the first time ever you heard his voice but it just HAD to be in this setting.
The woman cupped his face in her hands and landed a peck on his lips. “All better now” She giggled. The man continued to take care of the drunk woman carefully.
Your heart broke in pieces. You hoped the bus would come as soon as possible. You just couldn’t take it. You tried to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall.
When the bus came, you quickly got on it, took a seat on the other side facing the road and cried silently all the way home.
You haven’t took the last bus ever since that day. You tried to cover up your heartbreak by finishing work early and took the evening bus to get away from him. The heartbreak, embarrassment and everything that comes with it.
One day, your annoying boss made you stay behind late again despite you finishing your work early on. As usual, he offered you a ride home. You actually thought that you would accept his offer this time just so you wouldn’t have to go to the bus stop and see the guy again.
‘On second thought, better face a heartbreak than being sexually assaulted’ You thought and made your way to the bus stop.
When you got there, you sighed. you were partly relieved that he wasn’t there but you were also disappointed you didn’t see him again.
As usual, you popped in your earphones, played a lo-fi playlist and waited for a bus. To your surprise, the man suddenly ran up to you, gasping for air. You could’ve sworn he wasn’t there today.
“Oh my god! Thank god you’re okay. I was worried sick!” He said. ‘He was worried about me?‘ You thought. That couldn’t be true. He had a girlfriend. Why would he be worried about you?
“You suddenly didn’t come here for two weeks! I thought you moved away or got hurt or something!” He continued. You realized that he was talking to and about you which made you more confused.
“I’m sorry.. I guess?” You replied, still confused.
“Sorry.. I just got worked up” He said and walked away.
“W.. What do you mean by you were worried?” You gathered the courage to ask. He turned around and you can see that he was blushing.
“I guess you could say that I liked you for a while now. You see, I work at that bar over there and we only open at night.” He pointed to a fancy bar near the bus stop.
“The other day I saw you running to the bus stop and cheering to yourself as you made it on time. It was cute. You could say I kind of fell in love at first sight. Then the next day and the days after I waited for you to pass by. I gathered all my courage and wanted to talk to you for the first time the other day.” He said. You couldn’t believe what was happening. YOUR CRUSH LIKED YOU??
“Turns out I’m much more of a coward that I thought I was i failed all of my attempts of wanting to talk to you. But the thing is, even being this near to you makes me undeniable happy. And when you suddenly didn’t come the past two weeks, I was really upset” He continued again.
“I actually had the thought that if you didn’t come today, I was going to give up on you but then I looked outside, I saw you passing by so I-- Why are you crying??” You couldn’t help but cry. This was all like a dream.
“I.. I actually like you too.. The other day when I saw you with that woman my heart just ached and I.. I avoided coming here again” You said in between your sobs.
“Woman? You mean the drunk woman the other day? She’s a customer who got stood up by her asshole boyfriend. I was just taking care of her until she got on the bus.” He explained. You felt a burden was lifted off your chest. You thanked god that this was all happening to you.
“I can’t believe it. My crush likes me.” You said, giggling.
“Same here” He shyly said. Both of you were blushing hard.
“I’ve been meaning to say this for the past few weeks : Hi, I’m Song Yunhyeong. And you are?” He said.
“Hi, I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, Yunhyeong” You replied.
“Nice to meet you too, [Y/N]” You can see he was smiling so happily. you pinched yourself to see if it was all real and it was. This was really happening. 
Of all times that you wished the bus never came, this was one moment that you genuinely wanted to stay longer. But alas, the bus still came. 
“I guess that’s me.” You said. You can see his expression changing a little. He also didn’t want it to end. You climbed up the stairs of the bus very reluctantly when you suddenly got an idea.
“Hey Yunhyeong, if it’s not weird for you, can we take a selfie together?” You asked after you asked the driver to wait for a minute. He smiled sweetly and nodded. You took a picture with him and finally boarded the bus.
“See you tomorrow [Y/N]!” He shouted so that you can hear.
“See you then!” You replied. When he was out of sight, you looked at the picture you took and smiled. This was the best day of your life and you couldn’t wait to see him again soon.
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byuneebuns · 5 years
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Polarity (Part 1)
Yunhyeong/Hanbin x Female Reader Soulmate AU
Rated: M for Language and Eventual Smut
Tags: Angst, Slow Burn, Smut, Soulmate AU
TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH/S**CIDE (this chapter only)
Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE it’s me the author with a bunch of ongoing works, back again with a new series! I’m sorry that the introduction is so long;;;;; I hope you like it though and as always your feedback is very loved and appreciated! <3
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When people think of soulmates it’s always of the star-crossed lovers. Those great romance stories, of perfection and completion, and of happy endings. Of people who’s lives scarcely mattered before they were swept off of their feet in a fated, world-shaking romance. When the soulmate gene mutation started showing up in the next generation of children it was met with the same sensationalism. 
Amazing. Incredible. A blessing from God himself. 
Those sentiments were shared by everyone until the first deaths took the world by storm.
The headlines were as lifeless as the people they were reporting about. No witticisms graced them, only shock. What was seen as a blessing only the day prior was suddenly a calamity.
The story was that a young couple had recently been married. They were happy together, successful, and expecting their first child in only a few short months. The activation of the mutated gene changed everything.
The gene itself manifested as a small counter somewhere on the body that would stop when the alleged love of your life made eye contact with you. To make matters worse, the affected area would also tingle when they were nearby and burn painfully when the deed was done and the numbers came to a halt.
The couple were out to dinner when the wife suddenly gasped, clasping her hand to her stomach. Her husband stood, rushing to her side, concerned for the welfare of their unborn son. A nearby waiter hurried over with a glass of water that shattered before it reached them. The waiter and the woman were facing each other, eyes slightly glossed over, looking as if they’d seen the sun for the first time. They were both wincing; him holding his forearm gingerly, her cradling her stomach. 
Having a fated love appear isn’t so great when you thought you’d already found the love of your life. 
The waiter had begged to be apart of her life, even casually, but she’d refused under the possessive eye of her husband. The woman tried to stay faithful to her husband and eventually fell into a deep depression. 
The story ends with the deaths of all those involved. The husband went mad with jealousy and murdered the waiter, which unbeknownst to him caused his wife an indescribable amount of pain and grief, driving her to take her own life. His soon followed by his own hand.
More stories like that one started cropping up and soon enough they were impossible to ignore.
After lengthy debates it was eventually decided that humans deserved their free will and their freedom. Top scientists and researchers immediately began looking for a way to alleviate the side effects of the soulmate gene, if not eradicate it entirely, and nearly two decades later they’d done it. 
A small injection at birth, just one vaccine among many, was all it took. 
The time counter marks were irreversible, but there was no more more tingling and no more burning. The compulsion was still there, as was the psychic link, but they were severely weakened. 
They were beatable. 
Humans were once again masters of their own romantic destiny.
Year 21xx
You hugged your bag to your chest tightly, your free hand clinging to an empty space on a nearby pole, trying your best to keep your balance on the crowded train. You could feel your hand slipping, your sleeve riding up your forearm while you struggled to maintain the grip your sweaty palm barely had on the cool metal. 
You tried to lean forward, to get closer, but the wall of bodies amassed around the pole wouldn’t budge. You felt your cheeks heat up as your sleeve slowly crept further up. You dropped your arm, pulling your sleeve back down as quickly as you could. Unfortunately the train came screeching to a halt at about the same time, sending you hurling face first into the back of a disgruntled office worker. 
You exited the train car, calling out a final apology to the person you’d nearly bulldozed, and started towards your destination with a heavy sigh. Your breath made little clouds in your face and you shivered at how cold it had gotten while you’d been in transit. You pulled back your sleeve, exposing your bare skin to the cool night air, and your mouth pulled into a tight frown.
Goosebumps covered the inky black numbers but there they were, clear as day under the night sky, still ticking against the thin skin of the inside of your left wrist. You sighed again, shaking your sleeve back into it’s place. You didn’t particularly want to meet your soulmate. Did anyone want to these days? You still couldn’t help glancing at the numbers from time to time regardless to check to see if they’d halted. You’d always felt that having them in such a prominent place was a pain. Most people tried to forget that they were cursed, you see, but you were reminded of it every time that you forgot to put on your watch.
You shook your head gently, strands of hair falling into your eyes in protest, and hunched your shoulders as you trudged through the lamp lit city streets.
You were hit by a wall of heat as the heavy door to your destination swung open.
“Welcome to Polari- oh, it’s just you.”
You stuck your tongue out at the bartender and started peeling off your extra layers of clothing and tossed them on the coat rack. Once sufficiently free of your excess winter attire you took an open stool at the bar. Bobby was already there waiting for you with a vodka soda at the ready. He slid it across the counter and rested his elbows where the glass had been moments ago, his large hands cradling his face as he observed you.
“Rough day? You’re not normally here on days off.” He commented as he watched you sip your cocktail through pursed lips.
“Oh, Bobby, I just couldn’t help myself. I can’t stay away from you.” You simpered, drawing a loud laugh from your companion.
“If only I was so lucky, huh?”
“I got stood up again.” You finally admitted with a roll of your eyes. You knew Bobby better than to think he would leave you alone without an answer.
“You have the worst luck with men. How is it possible for you to chase them away before they’ve even met you.” He laughed, dodging your playful swat with practiced dexterity.
“At this point I’m almost hoping I’ll meet my soulmate. At least I’ll know that someone out there will have to love me.” You pouted dramatically, emphasizing your sarcasm.
He frowned, shaking his head almost apologetically. He opened his mouth to speak, but before the words could leave him the door was being pulled open and a heartfelt greeting was leaving his lips instead.
“Welcome to Pola- Guys!”
A group of men that looked to be around your age were pouring into the entrance one by one. You eyed each of them in turn appraisingly and were pleasantly surprised by how attractive they all were. 
Bobby had abandoned his station behind the bar and was running over to a rather disgruntled looking man with tousled black hair that framed his face well and was shaved on the sides. He had on large aviator frame glasses, ripped jeans, a bright yellow hoodie, and sneakers that looked like they cost more than your car. His eyes were almonds under thick, wide brows, and his face was well-sculpted and indisputably manly. 
Bobby was all sunshine and smiles as he excitedly greeted his friend, but his companion looked as unmoved as ever. The former led the group to the bar top where they took seats near you. You trained your eyes on your glass, unwilling to be caught sizing up a man you’d already determined was quite good looking, when your name called you to attention.
“She’s a bartender here. This is Hanbin. He’s my closest childhood friend.”
The man called Hanbin turned slowly in his seat and examined you with a piercing stare.
“Nice to meet you.” You supplied, trying to keep your voice bright. To your humiliation the man simply quirked an eyebrow at you and turned back to Bobby. Your cheeks colored with embarrassment. 
Bobby just shook his head and shot you an apologetic glance.
“As popular with women as always, I see.” He chuckled, sliding over a glass of clear liquid that you hadn’t seen him pour.
Hanbin merely shrugged his shoulders and sipped the drink in silence.
“He seems like a grumpy old man, but I promise he’s a really great guy once you get to know him.” Bobby supplied, trying as usual to spin things in a positive light.
Tonight you just weren’t having it. You’d been insulted enough by men in one day to last you a lifetime.
You downed the rest of your glass and slid it across the counter to Bobby.
“Who says I want to get to know him?”
You were pleased to see Hanbin’s eyebrows knit together with annoyance, but before he could counterattack you were both startled by the giggles that erupted behind you.
“She’s got a point.”
You spun around in your stool and were suddenly face to face with what appeared to be...an angel. 
In stark contrast to the grumpy man seated to your left, the one at your back was all smiles. His eyes were bright and sparkly, his shapely lips stretched to show a warm, genuine smile that felt like it held the sun itself. He was dressed in a plain black turtleneck over black jeans and boots, pulling off an effortless elegance. His black hair was short and swept over his forehead with an undercut in the back. His face was boyish and yet handsome, and you found yourself smiling back at him without realizing it.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to suffer in his company. I’m Yunhyeong.” 
You scoffed, taking the full glass that you saw Bobby handing to you in your peripherals. 
“Who says I want to get to know you either?”
Yunhyeong looked scandalized.
You were surprised to hear laughter coming from your left. Hanbin’s head was tilted back, his prominent adam’s apple bobbing with every bark of laughter that escaped his pouty lips.
“Yah, don’t bully my friends.I need them to keep coming back here to keep me company when you leave me all by myself.” Bobby whined.
With that, the mood shifted and the room was now alight with warm laughter and banter, most of which was the men teasing Bobby about missing them. You turned away form the man called Yunhyeong and sat in silence, sipping the bitter drink that you always ordered more out of habit than enjoyment. You felt someone brush your thigh as they squeezed into the seat to your right. 
“You can’t really mean that you don’t want to know me?” Yunhyeong was pouting, obviously still stricken by your rejection.
Your cheeks were permanently stained red from the warmth of the liquor. You could feel the effects swirling in your brain, emboldening you.
You’d come here to avoid men (except for Bobby), and yet here they were on all sides. 
You sighed, running a hand through your hair, as you turned to face your persistent companion.
“Why would I want to?” You asked teasingly, tapping your fingers on the bar.
“Well, for one, I’m very good-looking.” He said seriously.
You laughed in earnest this time.
“And apparently I’m pretty funny too.” He finished, smiling sweetly. 
“I’ll give you that; you are pretty funny. I guess the real question then is why does someone that’s so good-looking and funny want to get to know me?”
Yunhyeong smiled again with a devilish glint in his eyes, leaning as close as the distance between your stools would allow.
He was entirely too close now, suffocating all of your senses with his presence. You didn’t even see his hand reach for your face, one strong finger tilting your chin up to face him better. He inspected you closely and you swallowed roughly. It had been so long since you’d been this close to a man, let alone one this handsome, and to say it wasn’t having a physical effect would be a lie.
“You’re beautiful, so why wouldn’t I want to know you?” He murmured, his voice velvety.
You felt your face glow like the sun as you hastily pushed his hand away and turned away from him, finishing the rest of your drink while he laughed.
“How many girls has that worked on?” You asked, praying that your flush was starting to fade.
“At least one more today,” supplied a sarcastic voice from your left.
Hanbin was watching you out of the corner of his eyes with an expression you couldn’t read.
Yunhyeong was faster than you with his retort.
“Ah, Hanbin, are you jealous that I’m paying attention to someone else?” He teased, suddenly raising his voice to address the rest of the people in the room:
“Children! Everyone! Please come and love our cute Hanbinnie that is feeling lonely!”
Without a moment’s notice five men, including Bobby, descended upon Hanbin laughing raucously, hugging him, tugging on his hoodie and trying to tickle him. To your surprise he was no longer disgruntled, but rather was laughing with them and trying to tickle them back.
“What a weird guy.” You said, more to yourself than anyone else. You jumped a little when Yunhyeong answered you.
“Hanbin is definitely a weird guy. He isn’t bad, but he doesn’t always do well when he meets new people. He’s shy.” He said, smiling again.
You raised one eyebrow in disbelief. Shy was not the word you would have chosen. You opened your mouth to quip back but at that moment Hanbin had put Bobby in a headlock and the latter was flailing his arms dangerously close to your drink. You reached out to grab it before it fell victim to the mayhem, and in that moment time stood still. The numbers on your wrist had stopped moving. 
Your breath caught in your throat. You brought your hand down under the shadow of the bar and pulled back your sleeve to confirm you hadn’t been seeing things, but sure enough they’d come to a dead halt. Panic washed over you. One of the men in this room was your soulmate...but who? When had it stopped? 
“Hey, are you okay?” A concerned voice from your right brought you back to the present.
“Yeah, no, I’m...fine. Yeah.” You said, your voice sounding hollow even in your ears. Thankfully the rest of the men were preoccupied with harassing Hanbin so the only person that bore witness to your internalized panic was Yunhyeong.
“I think I should go.” You said, mostly to yourself again. Yunhyeong must have amazing hearing.
“Can I walk you home?” He asked, concern etched into his soft features.
“No, I live close, I’m okay. I’m okay.” You repeated it, as if confirming it for yourself and stood to leave without letting him press the matter.
“See you tomorrow, Bobby!” You called, your voice still colored with the same unnatural tone, as you collected your belongings and all but ran out of the bar. 
Seven pairs of eyes watched you flee; One of them belonged to someone you were destined to fall in love with.
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yg-got7scenarios · 6 years
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Destiny Chapter 2 – Too Far Away
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Characters:  Song Yunhyeong (iKON), You (Reader/OC), cameo of Blackpink’s Lisa and a mention of Kwon Jiyong
Genre/s:  Angst, Soulmate!AU
Length:  5,165 words
Warning/s:  Pure Angst, mentions of terminal illness, etc.
Plot:  6,799 – The digital compass on your left inner wrist flashes in front of your eyes every time you wake up in the morning, and it just stays there for the rest of the day.  You do know that your soulmate is too far away – thinking that he must be residing on the other side of the world.  You waited for him to find you, but he seems like he didn’t make any move to find you, at all.  Until, one day, your friend encouraged you to find him.
A/N:  This is pure angst, you’ve been warned.  Please read with caution.  Also, I did bend a soulmate rule here, so yeah, it adds to the caution I guess. Let me know what you think!!!
6,799.
Sometimes a few miles will be added or deducted here and there, but whenever you are inside the comforts of your own small apartment, the digital compass that indicates how far your soulmate is, is stuck in that number.
The numbers on your inner wrist initially appeared when you were a freshman in high school, like majority of your friends and your classmates, however you were the only one who had a number that is greater than a thousand miles, which disappointed you back then, because the others were merely hundreds of miles away, it means that they can always go see their soulmate even if they’re just students.
Due to school and your family not having much money, you didn’t dare ask if you travel to the other side of the world to meet your soulmate.  In fact, you were barely legal, so it would me much more of an inconvenience for your parents more than you.  So, you just waited.  Some of your friends said that since he is the guy, then he must be the one to go find you, not you, since you are a lady and there is no way that you would follow a guy, even though he was your soulmate.
Back then, you believed them.
Sadly, until now.
As you lie awake in your bed, staring at the numbers as if they are permanent tattoos on your wrist, you sighed, thinking as to why your soulmate didn’t even make a move to come for you.  It has been 10 years or so since the internal compass appeared, and you are pretty much legal already, and you assume that he is the same, you hope.
Life has been okay for you, to say the least.  You are finishing college and about to graduate in a few months on the course that you have been wanting to pursue since you were little.  You have a small apartment that you share with your best friend since college started, your parents are still running the small restaurant a few blocks away from your home and about 3 hours of bus ride from your apartment, and your only brother will enter the same university in a few months.
You are pretty much contented with how your life is going.  You are sure that you can secure a good job after graduation because of your grades, so you didn’t worry much about that.  However, what kept you up and thinking a little too much is, well, if you cannot emphasize it further, the numbers.
You tried to keep it on the low down when you are with your family, brushing off any of their questions if your soulmate had already come and find you, or are there any changes in the mile radius at all, etc.  Its same old, same old.  You got tired eventually, just telling them that you are okay living by yourself and you are 100% fine, and they should not worry about you.
But, whenever you are alone in your thoughts, especially on your favorite bed with the only source of light being the small lamp at the bed side table on your right, you do know that you totally mind.  
You sometimes wonder, are they doing okay? Are they thinking about you and how you look like?  Do they even want to meet you?  Do they even want to be known?  They never attempted to move and find you, so what else can you think about?  You sometimes thought that they might be dead, but you do know that once they’re dead, the numbers will totally be gone from your inner wrist, which is not the case.
“Thinking about your soulmate again?”  Your best friend, Lauren, came in to the door, and you immediately slide down the bed, hiding both of your arms beneath your comforter.
“You should really learn how to knock.”
Lauren just snorted and you roll your eyes at her, but you moved to the side of the bed, allowing your friend to scoot next to you, half lying on the bed as she leans her body towards your direction.
“If you really want to meet him, why don’t you find him?”
Lauren has been bringing this topic up since forever, but you would always say that it is not possible because of your hectic timetable at school and your part-time job.  So you just gave her the same answer.
“Hmm, ______, in case you still don’t know, we’re graduating in a month and we already had our clearance and final grades covered, so we are technically on holiday…”  It was her turn to roll her eyes dramatically and letting out whines of disappointment as to why you had forgotten about it.
“I know, but… I shouldn’t be the ones looking for him, right?  He should because he is the man!”  You pouted and Lauren just looked at you with disbelief.
“You still believe that thing that your friends and family told you?”  She flicks your forehead and you whined in pain, you were about to retaliate but Lauren held her hand up, silently telling you to shut it.
“______, we are at the new age, if the girl is the one who decided to find her soulmate, it doesn’t make the guy less of a person. What if he has some personal issues he needed to deal with that’s why he cannot go out and find you himself? There should be a reason behind it, ______, you need to find out or else it’s going to stress you out all the time.”
“But – how will I do that, I don’t even know where exactly he is?”
“What is the use of the internet and laptop for? Seriously, how did you pass college with that brain?”
This time you didn’t stop yourself when you whack a pillow on your best friend’s face.
The next morning, you were at the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee to brew and for your bread to toast.  Lauren is long gone since she had an early morning class, so she’s already running to the door when you went out of your room.
You two did stay up quite late last night trying to search for a place that would match the distance on your wrist.  The result that appeared didn’t really bring much of a shock to you, but you’re still a little worried since it really is far from where you are, you sure did see a few photos and had read about it being really beautiful.
“Lauren, that is too far.”
“Obviously, its more than 6000 miles.”
“What if he doesn’t like me?  What if he pushes me away once I get there?”
“You will not know until you get there.”  She switches over to a website to check flights, hotels, and car rentals in the area and your eyes widened and you placed your hand atop hers on the mouse.
“Lauren, wait –“
“______ -“  Your best friend looks at you and you were taken aback when you saw the concern and worry in her eyes.
“I swear, you are going to worry about this forever, you not meeting your soulmate.  It is not that you wanted to worry all the time, but that is your inborn reaction to it.  Remember when I tried to avoid Jake when I found out he is my soulmate because Karen had a crush on her?”  You bit your lower lip at the memory, yes, you had seen how Lauren was like, and Jake too, since you are sharing majority of your classes with him.  You remember how Jake would always ask you where Lauren is but since Lauren asked you to not tell him anything about her whereabouts. Your best friend was equally devastated, not eating and sleeping well and just staring at her wrist all the time.
“______, I don’t want you to be like that for the rest of your life.” She runs her hands on your exposed shoulder.
��At least if you get to see him, you’ll be able to meet him, you can ask him anything you want to, you would know the answers to the questions that has been eating you up ever since…”  You looked away, not knowing how to respond to her.
“And since he is your soulmate, you might finally find your forever in him, and you won’t be forever alone, just like how you deem you will be.”
You let out a huge sigh just as the coffee brewed completely and your toast has popped out of the machine.  You grabbed the mug and the toast, putting them on a plate before scurrying to the kitchen table.
You didn’t stop Lauren when she booked you a flight to the country where your soulmate is, as well as a hotel room for 3 nights and a car rental good for 4 days, in case you and your soulmate would want to stroll around.  She had paid for your flight tickets so you really cannot argue much.  Also, you didn’t really have any plans before graduation anyway.
Deep inside, you are happy.  You will be seeing your soulmate in a few days, and you will know how they look like, and you will finally unravel the truth behind the uncertainties lingering in your head for the last 10 years.
However – you are also worried, maybe more worried than happy to be honest.  What if he doesn’t really want to meet you that’s why he didn’t try finding you in the first place?  What if all of this is just a waste of time and you were just mistaken?  You shake the uneasy feeling off and just started eating your breakfast; thinking that it’s better to just think of how you can pack for a trip on the other side of the world for four days and three nights.
“Let me know how it goes, okay?”  Lauren whispers against your ear when your parents were out of earshot.  You told them that you are going on a business trip from the company where you had an internship so they were more than happy to let you go, telling you to buy them some stuff from that country as presents.
You glanced at your ticket and passport one more time before boarding, this is really it, and I’m finally meeting my soulmate.  You took a deep breath and smiled at yourself, thinking of sleeping the entire 16-hour non-stop flight so that you’ll have enough rest before finding your soulmate.
Guess who got sleep.  Well, maybe your seatmate who had been drooling for the last 14 hours, but certainly not you.
You watched in amusement as the numbers gradually decrease on your inner wrist as the hours go by.  In 2 hours, you will be landing, and you are sure that the numbers will just be in two digits by the time you went out of the local airport.
250.
You never thought that you will be seeing this in your entire life, ever.  You had lost sleep and tiredness the moment you see the numbers drop, but you didn’t mind, you are more than happy than you’ve ever been before.
Since you left home in the afternoon and there is a crazy difference on the time between your country and your soulmate’s, you arrived at the local airport at 10:00 AM.  When the representative from the car rental company welcomed you, she offered to drive you to your hotel as a courtesy, despite you saying no, she insisted, already opening the door to the passenger seat after you’d settled your luggage at the compartment.
The distance on your wrist had lowered to 80 as the woman drive all the way to the hotel where you’ll be staying.  Your heartbeat is erratic and you need to clutch your chest to try to calm it down a bit.  Hopefully the woman will not notice how uneasy you are the entire ride.
When you get to the hotel room after bidding the woman good bye and checking in, you gasped when the mile radius is now down to 50. It means that your soulmate will just be about a few hours away.
You wanted to get to where he’s at right at that moment, but your body felt exhausted because of the long flight, so you decided to take a shower, order some food before getting some much needed rest, opting to go find your soulmate tomorrow morning instead.
You were all dressed up and your light make up is done as you stare at the mirror, your bag on one hand and your keys at the other.
You are really doing this, you are going to see him, whoever he is.  Is he looking for you too?  Is he feeling giddy or happy that the numbers on his wrist are dropping too?  Does he even notice it?  Does he even know that his soulmate is just about a few miles away?
You took a deep breath, calming your thoughts and your slightly shaking body.  There is no backing out now.  You stared at yourself through the mirror and promised yourself that whatever the outcome of this whole adventure is, you will accept it and you will happy.  Though at the deeper part of your heart, you want this to end in a good way.
The compass seemed to have an additional feature that you never get to learn before, because it suddenly included the north, east, west, and south options at the bottom part.  You guess that this might be something unique to those who have their soulmates nearby.
You used it as a guide as you drive your way along the streets of an unknown territory, finding an unknown person, the path you’re taking slightly dangerous but the excitement ran heavily against your veins, the idea that your soulmate will just a few minutes away, thrilled you, both in a good and bad way.
You turned left, then right, then just straight ahead, the word north had been constant and unchanging for the last 30 minutes, the mile radius dropping continuously.  You halted when the only number you can see is 0.1, surprised that you got there pretty fast.
You looked around, the area is obviously commercial, and so you’re thinking that your soulmate might be working on one of the establishments.  However the one next to your car and the closest too, is something that you are not expecting to see.
A hospital.
Alright.  Maybe he is a doctor?  Or a nurse? A medical staff?
You took another deep breath when drove to the allotted parking space not too far from the street where you came from.  You stepped out of your car, walking towards the hospital building and the word left appeared on your wrist.  You walked to your left, after a few steps, the distance dropped to 0.07.  You continued walking, the compass telling you to turn right, so you went ahead, and you were welcomed by a few private rooms, you even saw a patient going out of the room accompanied by a nurse.  You walked straight, your knees wobbling slightly and your heart about to burst out of your chest.  You took deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down.
0.03. Right.
You met another corner and you can feel sweat beading on your forehead.  You quickly wiped it with your handkerchief before letting out another huge breath.
This is it.
You turned left, only to be welcomed by a set of tall, glass doors with a huge sign printed on top.
ONCOLOGY.
You stopped abruptly, causing you to bump against a hurrying hospital staff and you apologized to her, and she bowed but continued walking past you, scurrying to get inside quickly.
Thoughts are running through your head and you are thinking whether you should continue or not.
However, Lauren’s words lingered on your head, reminding you of your purpose.  You already came this far, there’s not backing out now.  No matter what welcomes you, good or bad, you will accept it, and you’ll take it.
You just hope that it is something good, at least.
You walked through the glass doors, slowly, dragging your shaking limbs towards the clean, white walled hallway.  The compass says north, so you continued heading straight ahead, seeing a couple of more doors painted with either cream or dull orange colors, with a small window to peak at, partnered with a small shelf on the wall to its right, indicating the room number, name of the patient, and the doctor in charge.
The compass on your inner wrist sent a dull, burning feeling when it finally hit zero and you froze, in front of you is a door a little bigger than the rest that you’ve seen, and the color is a bright red.  You took a few steps towards the door, looking at the shelf to the right to read the details.
121
Patient: Yunhyeong, Song
Attending Oncologist:  Jiyong, Kwon
Attending Nurse:  Manobal, Lisa
 Oh.  Okay.
You started to wonder, who among the two is your soulmate?
You took another deep breath, you will finally know the answer once you enter that door.
You can do this, ______.  Just do it.
You are about to open the door when, all of a sudden, a tall, lean girl went out of the room on her nurse uniform.  She must be the attending nurse.
“Hey, can I help you?”  She said in English, figuring that you are not a local.  You looked at her brown, round eyes as you try to formulate a response, are you just going to say that you are here because you are looking for your soulmate?  You know that it is not a weird thing, because it is common, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed and worried.
“I –I’m,” You cleared your throat and introduced yourself, fiddling with the sleeve of your coat, tugging it upwards unconsciously.
“Oh, hi, ______.  My name is Lalisa, but I preferred to be called Lisa, I am the attending nurse for the patient in this room.  Do you know him by any chance?”  She says with a smile as bright as sun.  You bit your lower lip before fixing your gaze at the ground.
“Ugh, I might, but… also maybe not.  Uhm… is the… attending Oncologist inside this room too?”
“Oh, Doctor Kwon?  No, he is at the other building doing a surgery… It’s just Yunhyeong who’s inside.  Are you looking for Doctor Kwon then?”
Your eyes widened in shock and slight disappointment.  It means that your soulmate is the guy named Song Yunhyeong… and he is a patient in the Oncology department of this hospital…  It only means one thing, right?
“______?”  Lisa’s voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you shook your head quickly.  Okay, he might be a patient here – but he must be healing, right?  He is here to heal anyway, so why worry so much?
“S-sorry…”  You trailed off as you tried to speak again.
“I – I know this may sound a little weird but…” You lifted your left arm before tugging the sleeve down, revealing the digital compass on your inner wrist.  “I hope… this explains things?”  You whispered and nibbled on your bottom lip as you stared at the woman in front of you.  She looked at your wrist thoroughly and she smiled a little before shaking her head slightly.
“I guess that’s the reason why he’s been up all night.”  She murmured before letting out a breath.  “Follow me.”  She held the door open, gesturing for you to come in and you looked at her nervously, but she just smiled at you before tilting her head to the side.  You stepped in to the room, and you paused midway as you look at the young man dressed in a hospital suit, standing in front of the ceiling to floor glass windows overlooking the hospital’s garden and mini park.
“You’re back right a-“  Yunhyeong turned around and was cut off when his eyes captured a new face inside his room.
“Ah!”  He gasped when he felt the numbers on his wrist burn a little, just like how it was a few minutes before Lisa stepped out of the room.  He looked up and the girl was also rubbing her inner wrist, and realization hit him then.
When Yunhyeong also rubbed his inner wrist, you know it was him.  You stared at the young man, he is handsome, his tall nose and perfectly sketched jaw – the sunlight from the windows beaming at him and he looks like an angel.  Your eyes started to water and you smiled at him, you didn’t notice that you are already running towards his direction.  He was taken aback when he felt your arms around him, burying your face against his chest as you started to sob against it.
Yunhyeong cannot deny that he felt his heart soften when he sees you, he knows that you are the one, the one who’s meant to be his other half forever.  However, he thinks that not everything that fate and symbols indicate are really meant to be.
You gasped when you finally realized that you are hugging him.  He might be your soulmate, but he is technically still a stranger.  You cursed internally and, embarrassed, you pulled away slowly, wiping your tear-stained face before taking a few steps back.
“S-sorry – I was just… uhm.”  You rubbed the back of your neck and the young man did the same, but he smiled at you.
“I-It’s okay…”  He said shyly and you looked up to him.
“I – you might already know who I am, I mean, who I am but not my name…”  You ranted.  “I’m ______, I am your-“
“Soulmate, yes, I know.”  He smiles again and you figured that it is one of the best and most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen.
“Y-yeah…”  You confirmed before looking away.
“______!”  Lisa’s voice interrupted the awkward silence surrounding you and Yunhyeong, and you accepted the distraction.  “Why don’t you sit at the chair next to the bed?  Yunhyeong go sit there, you know you cannot stand up for too long, right?” Lisa pursed her lips together and you are not sure but you did see a glimmer at her eyes and Yunhyeong pouted at her cutely.  Oh.
“No buts, just-just sit there, you two cannot talk like that the whole time.”  She guided you to sit on the chair allotted for visitors, just next to the head of the bed, your soulmate trailing behind.
Yunhyeong sat on the edge of the bed, a few steps away from you.  Lisa smiled at the two of you and about to leave the room, but Yunhyeong grabbed her hand, pulling her back, intertwining their fingers together.  Oh.
“Yunhyeong –“
“Stay.”  He looks up to her and Lisa looked at you, her expression sad and you are confused, your eyebrows are furrowed and your palms are pressed together on your lap.
“Yun – you two need to talk alone, I can’t be here.”
“But – I need you to be here.  She needs to know.”  Your soulmate muttered and you haven’t realized that your whole body is trembling, the fear that you’ve been trying to bury deep within your guts is slowly creeping out of its grave, crawling towards the forefront of your brain.
Shit, hold your shit together, you don’t know yet, allow them to explain.
Yunhyeong’s eyes meet yours and you almost break down right then there when the look on his eyes is teary, and apologetic.
“______…”  He trails off as he grips Lisa’s hand tighter, despite the other woman struggling to remove it from his grip, looking away.  His other hand went to settle on your tensed shoulder, making you flinch and Yunhyeong pulled his hand away altogether.
“A-are you and Lisa, together?”  You looked at him after letting out a shaky breath and his eyes drifted to the ground, before he nods.
“Yun –“
“We are married…”  Yunhyeong continues, holding both of his and Lisa’s hands up high to reveal the matching diamond rings they have on their ring fingers, making you choke on our own spit, the burning feeling at the middle of your chest is slowly spreading all throughout your body as you tried to hold back the tears that are brimming on your eyelids.
“I really need to go, Yunhyeong – I’m sorry, ______, I – will come back a little later.  Yun, just… just talk to her.”  Lisa blinked away a few tears on her eyes before scrambling to get her stuff and walking out of the room, leaving you and your soulmate alone.
“I-is she the reason why you never looked for me?” You tried to sound adamant, but you completely failed.  Why did he marry a girl who’s not his soulmate?  “Isn’t that, I don’t know, against fate?”  You laughed a little, your voice laced with a little venom that you never really intended, but it still come out.
“P-Partly…”  Yunhyeong said and you looked at him.  Before you even get to ask, he continues.
“I’m dying, ______.”
Right.
If knowing that your soulmate is married to someone else is already devastating, this one sure did shatter your heart to millions of pieces.
“I’ve been diagnosed with bone cancer since I was little…”  He lifts his hand as he tries to open and close his fist.  “The doctors are surprised I made it this far…”  He chuckles a bit.  “But I guess I only had to make it this far.”  He lets out a sad laugh.  “I had three transplants over the last 10 years, but it didn’t help much.  It only added years to my life, but, eventually, my body is slowly giving up on me, until I cannot take it anymore.”  He looks at you and you held the sheets at the side of the bed to hold yourself together.
“I’m sorry.  I wanted to find you before, but I thought that it just doesn’t make sense since I will die anyway.  I never knew that you will – you will try looking for me.  I’m sorry if I…”  He bites his lower lip and you closed your eyes.  “I disappointed you.”
“It’s okay…”  You are disappointed, but you are, at the same time, sad that the fate of your soulmate is like this.  He looks really young, probably just about your age, and he has a terminal illness. He may not be with you, but it will be better to learn that he will live a longer time with someone that he really loves.  You also thought that if you tried finding him sooner, like Lauren had suggested, you might have been with him, instead of Lisa.
The way he looks at Lisa is something that you had secretly hoped he would look at you before you met him.  The way he holds her hands firmly, and the way he begs for her to be with him.
You secretly wanted that.
You were speechless when you felt Yunhyeong’s arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling your head against his chest and you gave your everything to not bawl your eyes out.  You bite your lower lip so hard, you pressed your toes against the tiled floor, and you squeezed your hands together, you will not cry, especially not in front of him.  You tried to keep a little pride to yourself, to show your soulmate that you are okay, chanting the phrase that you and Lauren had practiced before you get on to your flight, no matter how this turns out, you will accept it whole-heartedly.
Yunhyeong pulls away before cupping your face.
“I hope you’ll find someone who will love and take care of you for the rest of your life…”  He wipes a single tear that left your right eye without you knowing before pressing a light kiss on your forehead.  “You deserve it.”  He murmurs and you find yourself nodding, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.
“Thank you, Yunhyeong…”  You chuckled before looking up to him.  “I am… just happy that I finally get to meet you and know who you are.”  You helped him sit down on the bed when you saw him wobble on his steps back.
“I sincerely am happy that… I get to meet you… Honestly I will be happier if… the situation is better… but I am happy nonetheless…”  You smiled at him and he smiles back.
“Thank you.  I’m happy that I met you too, I am sorry again if I made you travel thousands of miles away only to find out that your soulmate is dying… and married.”  He bows his head and you shake your head, lifting the boy’s chin to meet your gaze.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.  I am happy, I promised myself that however this… journey turns out, I will be happy, for myself, and for you.”  You kissed both of his cheeks and Yunhyeong blushes and he nods.
“______?”  He asks and you looked at him.
“Once the numbers completely fade away, you would know that… I’m already gone.”  He says and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, but you kept it to yourself. You nodded and pulled away, grabbing your purse from the chair and smiling at him.
“I… I actually really needed to head back to the hotel, I didn’t have much time here since graduation is nearing…”  You fiddled with your phone that you got from the purse before looking at him.
“And my flight back home is tomorrow morning…” You tittered half-heartedly and Yunhyeong nods, understanding.
“I… I hope you’ll get well soon, Yunhyeong… and you take care, okay?”  You waved at him with a heavy heart.  You did try to look at this kind of scenario happening, but it is 10x more hurtful that what you imagined.
“Bye, ______.”  He waves back and you walk your way out of the room, your limbs gaining speed until you are running out of the building, towards your parked car and you finally let the dam broke when you stepped in to the driver’s seat, burying your face against the steering wheel, crying your guts out at the least expected outcome of this whole journey.
The next morning, you had requested to move your flight that afternoon, there is no point of staying longer anyway.  You had packed your bags and when you go over your purse to get your card out for check out, you felt a cold, thin steel grazing your fingers, which made you confused, you know that you put all your jewelry inside the box, which you put inside your luggage.
You took it out, and you gasped when you saw a gold chained necklace with a pendant.  You held it up to a clearer view of what the pendant looks like.  You held your mouth when you felt fresh tears on your eyes.
6799.
Uhm first I wanna say I’m sorry if this is not a happy ending >< Please stay tuned on the sequel soon!  I guess you already for which member will it be hahaha!
See y’all in the next update :)
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noona-clock · 1 year
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The Flight Attendant - Part 4
Genre: Flight Attendant!AU
Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)
Warnings: None
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,968
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One Year Later
If Yunhyeong hadn't brought it up during your text conversation this morning, you would have completely forgotten it had been a whole year since you'd started your job as a flight attendant.
But Yunhyeong, being the incredibly thoughtful and considerate person he was, had brought it up. He'd actually remembered the exact date of your first meeting and had told you it was a cause for celebration.
It had been several months since you'd felt that pang of romantic disappointment in your heart... but there it was again. It was hardly noticeable at this point -- thrumming ever so slightly and trying to hide in the deepest corner of your chest, but you were familiar enough with the feeling to recognize it instantly. And Yunhyeong remembering the day the two of you had met was, apparently, enough to trigger it.
To be fair, you couldn't remember the last time one of your friends brought up the fact it was your friend-iversary. And certainly, none of your male friends ever had. One of your closest male friends, Jae, barely ever remembered your birthday. So, the fact that Yunhyeong knew the exact day you had first met was actually a pretty big deal.
If you weren't absolutely, positively sure that Yunhyeong only had friendly feelings for you... his text this morning would make you think otherwise.
But, like I said, it had been several months since you'd wished that were true. You had basically given up on ever becoming more than friends and co-workers -- and that was fine!
Fine!
Totally and utterly, positively, completely fine.
That's what you told yourself, at least, as you typed out a text to him.
I can't believe it's been a whole year 😲
After pressing 'send' on your reply, you closed the lid of your just-barely-full suitcase and zipped it up expertly.
After all, it had been a whole year since you'd been flying all over the country. You were an expert by now! And your flight was leaving in just two hours -- something that would have absolutely terrified you a year ago. But now you could pack, get to the airport, and get onto the plane in an hour and a half, tops.
You were rather impressed with yourself if you were being honest.
When the taxi arrived in front of your apartment building, you quickly slipped into your uniform heels and grabbed the handle of your bag. You waited until you'd slid into the backseat of the car before sliding your phone out of your pocket, a smile coming to your lips when you saw another message from Yunhyeong.
I may have a present for you.
OMG you do not. It's not that big a deal, I don't need a present!
...Well, too late.
YUNHYEONG
...what is it?
You'll get it soon! See ya!!!
You pressed your lips together, keeping in a soft chuckle of amusement so the taxi driver wouldn't get distracted from the road.
You also tamped down a flutter in your heart and stomach so you wouldn't get distracted from... everything. Your upcoming flight, your friendship, acting like a fairly average person and not someone who was stupidly in love with their best work friend.
But then another text message interrupted you, and your insides snuck in about three flutters as you clicked on the notification.
Actually, tell me when you get to the airport. And don't go anywhere until you hear back from me.
Immediately, your forehead wrinkled with slight confusion.
...why
Yunhyeong wasn't really one for surprises -- at least not during the year that you'd known him. He frequently did things for you and even bought small souvenirs for you when he flew to fun places, but they were never a surprise. He always texted you Hey, I made dumpling stew, come over and have some or I saw this pen with your favorite animal character on it so I got it for you.
So, for him to be this covert about something just seemed kind of odd.
I wish I could tell you, but that would absolutely ruin the surprise. And it's a good one, I promise.
I mean... you really had no choice but to trust him. He had never -- not once -- given you any reason not to.
So, trust him you did.
Okay... I will... even though this is very nerve-racking and unlike you...
He simply replied back with three innocent angel emojis, and one corner of your lips quirked up in amusement as you slid your phone back in your bag.
As with any other kind of surprise, you tried to keep your mind off of it for the remainder of the taxi ride.
The soft music on the radio, the passing scenery of the city, the other cars whizzing by you. You attempted to focus on one or more of those things... but the idea of a surprise from Yunhyeong was too novel and, frankly, tempting to not think about it.
And the fact that you were on your way to work? That piqued your curiosity even more. How could this surprise not interfere with your schedule?!
And why would he need to know when you arrived at the airport? Why would he not want you to go anywhere until you heard back from him?
Once you were only about five minutes from the airport, you finally admitted to yourself that you had no earthly clue what this surprise could be. You finally gave up.
The next five minutes were the tensest minutes you could recall in your recent history, and when, at long last, you texted Yunhyeong that you were here, you let out a huge sigh of relief.
He replied less than a minute later, while you still had his conversation open.
Come to Gate B16 and don't you dare look up to see which flight it is.
...Okay, things weren't any clearer.
Why was he telling you to come to a different gate? You'd been assigned to flight 9787 to Chicago, gate A9.
He wanted you to just... not get on that plane? Get on another plane?
You shook your head slightly and clicked on the button to call him rather than reply to him in a text.
"Just do it!" he chuckled as soon as he picked up.
"What is going on?!" you whined, your eyebrows knit together in distress.
"Y/N," Yunhyeong said confidently. "Just trust me. Gate B16. Come straight here."
He hung up before you could point out that he had said 'Come straight here' and not 'Go straight there' which implied that he was currently at gate B16.
...Interesting.
Well, there was nothing much more you could do, was there? After sliding your phone into your bag and letting out a deep, relenting sigh, you took hold of your suitcase handle and headed to the tram for concourse B.
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In reality, it took less than ten minutes for you to wait for the tram, board the tram, ride the tram to concourse B, exit the tram, and walk down to gate B16.
But it absolutely did not feel like less than ten minutes! It felt more like ten hours, and your stomach was in anxious knots the entire time.
You walked down the concourse as quickly as you could without actually jogging, your eyes glued to the gate signs as you passed by.
B11... B12... B13... B14...
Looking up ahead, past gate B15, you squinted slightly to try and make out what was listed underneath B16, on the flight information screen.
And when you were able to read it clearly enough... you stopped in your tracks.
Because it said --
"Y/N!" Yunhyeong cheered, suddenly appearing in front of you and taking your suitcase. He also took your elbow gently and led you closer to the gate. "Don't worry, I got your schedule changed and everything worked out. I really wanted to tell you to pack more, but that would've given it away. But there will be plenty of opportunities to shop where we're going!"
"Paris?!" you wheezed, eyes wide as you stumbled along toward the boarding area. If Yunhyeong didn't have a grip on your elbow, you weren't sure you'd be able to move.
Yunhyeong squeezed your elbow a bit, and when you blearily glanced at him, you saw his lips pursed in the most adorable of smug grins.
"I knew that's been on the top of your list for a whole year, so I wanted to make it happen for you," he said.
And, honestly, you had no idea how to respond to that. For maybe the first time in your entire life, you were actually -- quite literally -- speechless.
It wasn't until you'd walked with Yunhyeong through the waiting area, down the connecting ramp, and into the plane that words finally came to you.
"...I --"
Okay, well, one word. And it was barely even a word.
"Are you okay?" Yunhyeong chuckled, finally releasing your arm so he could stow your suitcase up in the very last overhead compartment.
A deep exhale poured through your lips before you replied, "Yes, I just -- I don't know what to -- How? And -- and -- and why? Paris? How?"
"It was fairly easy, actually," he assured you as he hefted your bag up over his head. "I spoke with Liah about it two months ago and she went along with my Top Secret Plan."
So... your supervisor had known about this for two months?! And had put the Chicago flight on your schedule fully aware that you would actually be going to Paris?!
Now you really had to hear his answer for your second question.
"But why?" you asked, the fact that you were utterly dumbfounded still very apparent in your voice.
Yunhyeong closed the overhead compartment and stood up straight, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders.
Of course, your stomach flipped over, and when he smiled at you it flipped over two more times.
"Because you're my friend!" he told you with a soft laugh, a laugh that clearly stated this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes, but -- but -- Paris! I thought you would make my favorite noodles and pack them in a lunch for me!" And, really, the only reason you thought that was because he'd done it before!
But this was on a whole other level!
Yunhyeong just laughed again, shaking his head slightly as he squeezed your shoulders. "Y/N, you are a flight attendant. You will go to Paris again, more than once."
"Well, yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound like a big deal," you sputtered.
"No, no, no, no," he tutted. "It is a big deal, but only because you've wanted to go and now you finally are. And I will take you everywhere, to all of the good places, I promise."
If you continued to be all flabbergasted about this, you would probably just feel silly. Plus, you were fairly certain passengers would start boarding within the next half hour, so you had to get started on your pre-flight duties.
So, you simply let out another sigh, briefly reached up to cover Yunhyeong's hands with yours, and said, "All right, let's do this. Thank you. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am, this is the best present ever."
Yunhyeong's lips spread into a full-on grin, and somehow, you had forgotten just how cute he is when he smiles.
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Then, he let go of your shoulders, turned around, and headed back to help unload all of the meals for the flight. When you turned around, you saw three more flight attendants enter the aircraft, so...
It was time to go to Paris, I guess!
Part 5
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imaginekon · 7 years
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❄ Something Just like This; 01
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in which you can see red strings that connect each person with their soulmate and fate decides to play a little game with you.
one of your typical moyo fanfics, soulmate au, coffee shop, angst n fluff, be prepared 
w/c: 1400
a/n: hey. it’s been a while. thanks for reading. ily. 
- moyo ❤️
Bobby. His arms were wrapped around a slim waist while his face was drawing closer to a girl with long black hair that were almost reaching her hips. You had only seen the back of her head and known that she must have been gorgeous. He was kissing her so passionately as If they were the only people on this entire planet. Their bodies were connected by a thin red string.  
You shook your head in hope the picture that had already burned into your head so terribly; would just disappear. You were walking down the street, the ground was smacking with each foot that leaved a mark on the white earth, ruining the beauty of hundreds and hundreds of snowflakes that made the world look like a better place. Tender and cozy when in reality it was just cold and fragile.
It had been months since the incident with Bobby and you still didn’t seem to snap out of it. If loving someone could be so painful then why even trying in the first place? His pretty smile flashed up in your head this time and your heart was aching a bit, not because you were hurt about his actions, rather the feeling of missing him, missing the way he smiled at you like that.
Honestly, you had no right to be mad at him. It was you who had been lying to him. A red string of fate that not even you could see; one that didn’t even exist in the first place. Too bad that he had believed you when you had entrusted him that there definitely would be one. Maybe this once… there was an error. At least that was what you had thought back then just to realize that there was already someone else who belonged to him. And that someone wasn’t you.
You sighed deeply. It was really time to move on.
You entered the shop where you best friend Yunhyeong worked at and the smell of freshly brewed coffee already welcomed you. It left a warm feeling in your guts which made you feel safe. It was just how Yunhyeong always smelled like and that instantly made you feel better. One of the reasons you seemed to spend a lot of time in here lately.
“I was already wondering where you were,” Yunhyeong chuckled before shuffling through the cupboards and preparing the usual drink he’d always mix. You never really liked coffee that much unless Yunhyeong made it. You had no idea how or what he did but his hands really worked wonders.
“I had to work overtime again,” You lied hoping that he wouldn't ask any further.
“Here you go,” Yunhyeong placed a big mug in front of you, the hot steam dancing on top. He took a seat right in front of you and you were thankful that there weren’t any costumers at the moment. “Tell me about your day.” He said softly with eager eyes.
There was a red string.
One that went from you to Yunhyeong.
You had noticed this just before you and Bobby had gotten together and ever since; you had been ignoring it. It must have been an error…
You let out a long sigh. There wasn't much to tell except for the long walks and useless thoughts that turned into your usual routine. You took a sip of your coffee letting the familiar taste flood your mouth. It left a small satisfying smile on Yunhyeong’s lips. “This is good.” You whispered, ignoring his question, just like the shiny red string that connected the both of you.
“You know Y/N, how about we do one of our sleepovers today?”
You rolled your eyes, “We haven’t done that since we were kids, Yunhyeong.”
“Who cares?” He shrugged his shoulders. You knew he was just doing that because it was obvious that you were completely miserable and that you hadn’t slept really well in the past few days or weeks— you didn’t even remember.
“I miss those times actually.” Fractures of memories lit up in your head. A warm feeling spreading out in your guts, so innocent and carefree. Back then nothing seemed to bother you as long as you were together.
“Then why not? Let’s go get some ice cream and watch a movie at my place.”
It wasn’t a good idea to agree to that. Because after all, your best friend since you could practically walk was supposed to be your soulmate and you didn’t have the guts to tell him or believe this. The more you would spend time with him, the stronger your bond would get. However you were selfish in that moment, too tired to care. As soon as you heard ice cream you knew there was no way you would reject that offer. “I’m in.”
After your little stop at the supermarket you came back with one bag full of ice cream and no— that wasn’t even enough. You could have picked 10 more flavors but the lady at the counter seemed a little impatient, so you had satisfy yourself with cookie dough and various kinds of chocolate ice cream.
“I haven’t been here in a while…” You looked around Yunhyeong’s apartment and didn’t really see any difference. It had been months since the last time you were here, although you had spend almost every day in his apartment before you had hooked up with Bobby.
“Well, it was the hardest for Mimi.” Yunhyeong threw the little teddy bear which you had given him back in kindergarten, one of your favorite ones by the way, because you had thought you wouldn’t see him again… until you had turned out to be in the same school as well. You couldn’t help but smile. “I missed Mimi too.” You chuckled.
“Are you up for a horror movie? There is one on Netflix right now which I really wanna watch—“
“Y/N… no— I'm no. We didn’t buy all this ice cream to spend our time screaming and pouring half of it on the floor!”
“Oh come one,  you’re just scared!” You rolled your eyes at him. He was such a baby sometimes.
“Besides… I wanna talk to you about something.” His tone turned serious and you really really really didn’t like the direction this conversation was going to. He took a seat beside you, his eyes looking directly into yours. They looked a little sad.
“I know maybe it’s too early to be asking this but… I was just wondering how it is possible that Bobby just left… I don’t understand, I thought you were soulmates.” Yunhyeong asked slowly and you felt something sting in your insides.
He deserved the truth, yet you just didn’t seem to be ready to tell him about it. You were too ashamed of it. Too scared. Your eyes wandered to the string that connected the both of you and  it didn’t help the situation at all.
“I… I don’t know.” You looked away. “Maybe I made a mistake.”
“But isn’t there a string or something connecting you two? Doesn't this mean that this whole soulmate thing could be just wrong and it doesn’t matter if there is a string or not?”
“Yunhyeong…” You said slowly, “there was never a string between me and Bobby.” Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes and you held back a sob. “I lied.”
There was a silence that took away any possible oxygen in the air. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Now where you said it out loud, it was real and that made you feel even more ashamed of the entire situation. It was all your fault for lying in the first place.
Yunhyeong wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay, Y/N.”
“I’m not crying, you idiot…” You whispered into his shirt as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“It just means that there’s still someone who belongs to you…”
“No. My soulmate doesn’t love me in that way because i’ve already met him.”
He just held you tighter. Oh, if he just knew. You were sure of it that he didn’t feel the same way, so there was really no point in telling him.
That night you didn’t watch any movie. You just cried your heart out while eating ice cream, all while Yunhyeong comforted you. The weight that lied so heavily on your chest seemed to get a little lighter and just this once, you pushed everything away and stopped thinking about Bobby. It was more Yunhyeong and the fact that he was your soulmate. Something that you would never tell him, you promised.
to be continued...
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ikonislife · 7 years
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Pointless.
- Yunhyeong x Reader
- Minor angst, fluff
- When the world come crashing down, will Yunhyeong be able to save your relationship from the sharp tongues of the world.
- Small drabble I had saved from god knows when. The last part of Just Go will be out soon. It’s finished but after rereading it, I’m not happy with the ending so the release got postponed.
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“There she is.”
“Huh, she is pretty. I wonder how much he spent on her.”
“Damn, have you seen her clothes? It’s all his money. I heard she couldn’t even afford cheap stuff before.”
You keep your head down as the crowd of giggling, spite for eyes and poison for tongues girls shuffle pass you, not really bothering to keep it hush. By this point no doubt everyone on this goddamn campus want you to know your kind isn’t welcome here.
The funny thing is, you rolled out of bed this morning 20 minutes past your alarm, too exhausted from the late night studying to bother with appearance, grabbing the first jacket in sight to shield yourself from the gloomy world. You didn’t even have time to even put on proper undergarment let alone thinking of what clothes you put on, not realizing the fact until 3 hours into your day, hoping to God your boyfriend’s thick black hoodie would at least make you look half decent. Glancing down now, you really wished you had grab a plain hoodie instead of his very expensive brand logo screaming to the God sprawled across the fabric.  Once the realization hit, you had thought of running back up to your small apartment to change but you were late and the lingering scent of your boyfriend seems to make the tumultuous world just a bit better. In the end, you decided to keep him close, pretend as though he’s with you strutting through campus, shielding you from the bitterness of the world.
You know being with an idol meant giving up your personal life and finding yourself constantly under mercy of every netizen, every craze fan out there, every move being analyze carefully under a microscope of what seems to be bullying justified as opinion. You never bothered with the comments and the hate after your boyfriend and his managers had advised you otherwise but it seems the limit is finally being breach.
If there’s one thing you pride yourself on it’s the ability to take care of yourself. You put yourself through college holding two different jobs while still be able to uphold your grade. You weren’t blessed with the silver, pearls clad spoons like many of your schoolmates but you never did mind. Who care if the girl sitting next to you has on a sweater that cost more than 2 month rents or that her parents paid 5 figures for her apartment every month. Never mind the guy with the car worth ten times more than all yours and your family valuable combined. Getting accepted into the school of princess and princes of corporation X and enterprise Y, you knew you had it coming. Even before Yunhyeong was ever a part of your life, the snide comments and disdainful stares for how shitty your piece of junk car is or how you always seem so dishevel were already flying about. Dating an idol just give another mean for their insults. You were not about to let some stranger chiding you for your monetary worth stopping you from doing your own things.
Your family doesn’t have much but what you do have is enough. As your grandparents used to say “as long as you can face the world another day without guilt, you’ve done something right.” You’ve gone on most your life head strong, not caring what the rest of the world catapult your way. However lately, whether it be the words had gotten harsher or life pressure finally gotten to the better of your strong will but every little thing chips at your heart, the stream of hate finally begins to grind down your stone.
For the 4th night this week you play companion to the moon till he too gives up and tuckers out for the day. Although the moon never did speaks much, something magical about the way his white light embracing your body that squeezes out tears you never thought you’d shed. Tears over complete strangers. Tears over words you vowed to never take to heart.
Chalking it up to being emotional over not seeing your boyfriend for the 3rd week in a row now, you ignore their bitting words and focus on the sunshine that is your loving boyfriend. Yunhyeong being on tour had never easy, especially world tour where he can’t come home in between breaks. As difficult as parting way with him is, you always send him off with a smile knowing he’s living his dream and receiving love from fans. There’s really no need to damage his heart further by letting him see how much the distance really affects your weary heart. Crying can be save for later when the apartment is cold and the bedroom quiet.
Despite being up to his neck in practice and exhaustion from traveling so much, Yunhyeong always puts time in making his absent as easy for you as possible with constant phone calls, texts, and pictures. Even with the brave face he puts on, you can always tell behind the twinkle of his eyes the weariness of a long distant relationship is doing him in slowly.
“Hey, baby. What time is it at home?”
So much solace was brought to your weary heart just by hearing his sweet voice and that million dollars smile.
“It’s midnight, babe.” You sigh, glancing over at the blinking red light atop your nightstand.
“What are you doing up? that’s not good, go to sleep.”
He raises his voice slightly in worrisome. Yunhyeong had never liked you being a night owl and often scold you for staying up late even though he pulls more all nighter than your struggling college student ass had ever done.
“I was waiting for you… I can’t sleep without hearing your voice. What are you doing now?”
You whine a bit, earning a slight chuckle from the sweaty boy. It was true. Something about that deep velvety voice that melts you like butter. His favorite thing to do when you both actually got time is to sing you to sleep. Not loving the fact that you insist on straining yourself on staying up late, he would promise to sing as long as you fall asleep in his arms.
“We’re taking a break from practice. Everyone else ran off somewhere so i hid in the dressing room. I miss you so much. Your ass is getting drown in presents once I get home. I made sure to get you something in every city we’re in so it’s kinda like you were there.”
Excitement laces in his tone as he recount the thought he put into picking out each and every present that was to be yours the second he lands home. Once you came home to find a dejected Yunhyeong slumping on the couch, you had pried the reason out of him thinking it was just something silly. What came out instead broke your heart. He had felt so guilty for leaving again having just been home for 2 days, he couldn’t help but think about how sad you look when you think he wasn’t looking. In a whim, you made him promised to get you a postcard representing the city he’s in as a way to make up for leaving so often.
“Just a postcard, babe? You sure you don’t want anything bigger?”
“Nope, I’m happy with the postcard. This way I get to see what’s famous in the places you traveled to. When you get home, you can tell me all about the postcard. Where you got it, did you like the place, did you eat good food, things like that. Then maybe one day, you can take me there.”
His eyes light up at your small but thoughtful gesture. It gives him something to look forward to in the long trips without his love. He had excitedly combed through stores after stores to look for that perfect postcard. Although there were times he’d come home with 3 different one having not being able to decide. Your small bedroom wall had became a sort of museum, nearly every inch filled with bright colorful papers. Every lonely night, you’d sit in front of it recalling every story that come with the small piece of papers tracking the history of your long distant relationship. Eventually as Ikon gotten more famous and the boys became successful, his gifts became heavy with monetary value but not once did he ever forget about your postcard, never.
Oblivious of your bleeding heart, he continues rambling on in anticipation of your reaction, not noticing the silent spewing out through the speaker from your end. Humming a few yes, and sweet words in reply, you couldn’t help but let the poisonous comments intrude into your happy moment. It was as well that Bobby burst in to drag him away to practice when he did as not a second after he sending you his love and bid adieu, you break down crying sending the phone tumbling down onto the floor. How could you be so vulnerable that you let the jealousy of a few malicious comments stain his love and care.
As his homecoming draws closer, as oppose to the comfort it usually brings, his attentiveness only adds to your fatigue. With every phone call, your time with him grew shorter coining increase in school load. He’d simply give you a sadden understanding smile but deep down he knew... You both were growing apart and it scares him.
Another two week gone by with much difficulties and your pain isn’t anywhere close to being relieved. Another round of acid reflux fills your throat as you sit in the back of the black vans steading fast toward the airport. Nervous is to say the least of your unraveling nerve. As the news of your relationship is no longer a secret, often times the managers would let their girlfriends tag along to pick up the boys knowing how hard it must be to part way for months on ends.
Sitting quietly in the van, your heart grow heavy at the thought of having to lie to him. You’re an honest person, you call things as it is but this was something you have to handle yourself. After all Yunhyeong was the one person that always throws you off your beaten path, nothing you do seems to make sense when it comes to him and right now, the thought of bringing him into something so petty just irks you the wrong way. Staring out at the planes tearing through the bright blue sky, for the first time in your life you wish you were made of gold. Then maybe life wouldn’t be so hard, maybe the fans would accept you, maybe all your problem would be solve if you could tag along on their tour like Bobby’s or Chanwoo’s girlfriend. Having grew up in rich families, they have leeways in their life that you couldn’t even dream of.
“BABY! I didn’t know you were coming.”
His scream burst your bubble almost as quick as the monster hug coming your way. Feigning a soft smile, you pretend as if just a moment ago you weren’t just questioning the love you both built for years. It’s amazing how being with the person you love can instantly makes you feel better as his warm embrace, that familiar cologne, the way his lips feel, everything is just right.
The road home consist of you clinging onto his arm like a koala, which Yunhyeong doesn’t mind one bit. Although he often whines about how you always follow him around like a lost puppy, he really loves the way you make him feels like there’s no one else in the world but him. Resting his head on the top of yours, he smile contently finally being able to be there for whatever problem it was that sprinkled your long lashes with tears when he first entered the van. For now, he’ll let slide the way you not so secretly wiping off a few tears when you think he wasn’t paying attention.
Agreeing on having him sleep at his parents for the first few nights knowing how much they miss him, you were both packing a small duffle bag, all ready to leave when he frowns, noticing the small shiver in your shoulders.
“Why don’t you wear my jacket, baby. It’s thicker and warmer.” Not really giving you time to answer, he had already stripped of it and wrapping it around your frame.
“I’m okay. Thank you!” You smile softly, a thumb swiping across his soft cheek as you decline his offer as delicately as you could.
“Stop being stubborn. You were shivering earlier outside, clearly not fine. Mine’s all warmed up already. I’ll just grab another one.”
“Yunhyeong, I’m fine! You worry too much.” Slightly annoyed, you smile but the strain in your voice telling him you were anything but happy.
“Stop arguing with me.” His voice grows firm from your sudden resistant to his love. What happen to the girl that would willingly live in a kangaroo pouch if he has one attach to his stomach. He hadn’t even been home for that long but it was more than obvious you’re pushing him away. What happened in the last few weeks. As far as he knows, you still had that sad puppy face whenever he had to hang up the phone. The little sigh and the small whimper whenever he coped to how much he missed you.
“GOD. Can you leave me alone? I said I’m fine.”
What happened. He stood there, reeling in the fact that you had just screamed at him for the first time since you first met him at the old cafe he liked to frequent. The cute, soft spoken barista that had him coming back almost everyday even though coffee wasn’t even his favorite. Where did his princess go? Was him ignoring your tear a wrong move? He thought he’d have time later to talk to you but clearly, everything is devolving faster than he could collect it.
“What the hell, baby? I’m just worry about you. Why are you so angry?”
The rising anger in your voice, the way your chest heaves so heavily. What in the world had he done having only been home for a good 30 minutes that could set you off so bad. He just couldn’t understand.
“Just because. Why are you always crowding me? Is it really necessary for you to give me all this expensive shit all the time? I can buy my own things, you know. I’m not a charity case.”
Guilt runs cold through your veins but your frustration had taken root too deep for far too long.
“Okay, something is definitely wrong. Yes, I know you’re capable. And no, you’re not a charity case but is it so bad that I want to provide for my precious girlfriend? Did I ever turn down dinner because you offer to pay? No, never. If I really wanted to, I would be capable of taking care of you for the rest of your life without you ever needing to work. Do I ever ask you to quit your jobs or quit school? No, I don’t because I know how important it is for you to live life your own way. Seriously, after all these time, I can’t believe you’re still stuck on this issue. I told you before, I’ll tell you again. Did you ever consider my side of it all, how bad it feels to have gifts rejected, gifts I’ve spent so much thought in getting  thrown back at me because you’re to damn independent to appreciate my gesture? Yes, I could get you cheap flower and $2 wine but you know what, I will never. You work way too hard for everything else in life so at least I could cushion our relationship so you can relax but apparently my effort is “crowding”. If you’re not going to tell me then why am I even here, baby? I’m suppose to be the person you can be unfiltered with. What happened?”
“Just leave me alone.” Aloof, you didn’t even bother looking at him before strutting off toward the bedroom dragging your overnight bag along. No need for it now that you can’t even control yourself long enough to have a happy reunion.
“Fine then. If you’re gonna be like that then I’ll leave. Apparently someone had taken a liking to my absent from all my days on tour.” Frustrated rather than furious, he thinks about giving you some time to cool off before talking things out. You were always so level headed and reasonable. You were always the one that take a step back and evaluate every fight before he has the chance of making anything worse. So how come now you’re the one starting a fight that seems to come out of nowhere. He couldn’t believe that he was actually standing here screaming at you instead of showering you in kisses and love.
“Maybe I have. You’re always gone anyways so who cares.”
You didn’t mean it. You didn’t mean any of it. You were just so sick and tired of hiding that everything come out like vomit. The more you try the harder it gets to control, the more discomfort it brings.
With a slam of the door, Yunhyeong disappears into the night just as the kindness on his face did, tired from traveling, exhausted from your nonsensical moodiness. Slumping onto the ground, the tears you tried so hard to hold back fall out freely. Hand slapping your forehead in regret, you cuss at your own stupidity for pushing the one person that understand and care for you no matter what you throw his way. Yunhyeong had been nothing but sunshine to your drab, utterly average life. He shined lights and love in ways you didn’t know you need. How could you be so cold as to let the words of a few affect your love for him.
Once the tears had lighten, you couldn’t think of anything else but to be back in his arms. Your hands shaky, eyes blurry once again after the 7th call went un-answered. Your texts piled up in desperation of any attention. Frantically grabbing your sweater, you head out the door running. Why is it that when you’re in a hurry, everything seems to move so slow as the elevator heading on its way down from the 15th floor. Abandoning the first route, you take off running to the stair. Ignoring the burning in your lungs from running down your 5th flight of stairs, all you could think of is the anger flashes in his face, the disappointment. In fact you were so far into the thought of him that your senses completely oblivious of the puddle of water in the middle of the lobby.
Everything went white.
Sitting in the middle of the big hospital bed, your eyes teary from the pain but mostly from the lack of love. It’s going on the 4th day now without any contact. Sighing dejectedly, you lay back down onto the pillow, hoping for it to muffle out your tears. Ignoring the sound of the opening door, you whisper lowly to the nurse to leave your lunch as you’re in no mood for food.
“You should really eat, baby. Starving yourself isn’t going to make you better.”
Shock by the loving albeit tired voice, you sit up perhaps a bit too fast judging from the aches in your forehead and the ringing in your ears.
“Shut...up...Shut up.” You groan loudly, begging for the eardrum piercing high pitch white noise to stop, tears pushing its way out from your shut eyes. Yunhyeong couldn’t bear looking at the painful sight of you hurting but he has to be strong, no time to cry now.
Ignoring the throbbing pain of the broken arm, you instinctively cover your face to shield your eyes from the blinding lights. You continue to whimper softly while the other plants down firm onto the bed for support. Seeing your unstable body, he flies over wrapping his arms around your body.
“Baby, lay down. Lean on me, I’m here. Do you need the doctor? I’m calling the doctor.”
“No… it’s fine.”
Whispering lowly, you force yourself back onto the bed, facing away from the face you miss so much but fear to confront. Pulling the blanket up to hide your face, you couldn’t help but let the tear stream down.
“Baby…Why are you hiding from me?”  If he was hurt before, the small ball shaking under the blanket kills him now.
“Stop c...calling me that.” your voice barely there, barely even forming coherent sentences.
“You’re my baby so I call you baby. What’s wrong with that? You’re mine, my girl.”
“Please, Yunhyeong. Just…”
“NO. We’re not doing that again. You’re already in the hospital, what else do you want to happen.”
“Just go away. I want to be alone.”
Clearly ignoring your request, he squeeze himself under the blanket just behind your back forcing you into spooning. He were sure if he didn’t do it now, you’d disappear the second he leaves the hospital. Pressing haste kisses all over your hair, he whispers sweet nothing into your ears, hoping to salvage whatever left of this relationship. Feeling guilty, you hesitantly turn around expecting anything from sadness to anger but of course not... He always smiles so brilliantly.
“There we go. Awe, baby. What happened?” His smile falter at the sight of your teary eyes, brows furrowing with deep thoughts and endless worries. His hand reluctantly pet the bandage on your head then the cast on your arm unsure if you’d let him.
“I wish I can take away your pain. Do they hurt much?” He whispers, lips lunges forward to press a kiss onto your quivering lips.
“Not as much as my heart…” You murmur into the thirst quenching kiss, free arm clutching onto his shirt.
“That’s my fault too. I’m so sorry for running off like that, for not answering you. I was so spaced out once I got home I dropped my phone onto the stove while making dinner... I should’ve just come home to check on you. I’m so sorry baby. I just thought you needed space. I should’ve...God.”
His tears soak he pillow as he mumbles an apology that was making less and less sense as the second past from the growing sob.
“It’s mine. I pushed you away.” Your words low and your gaze averts. You couldn’t bear to see the damage you had done.
“Why, babe?” Even after all your unreasonable antic, he remains gentle. His fingers trail along your tear stained cheek, gliding comforting stroke along the way.
“I let the world get to me.”
Reiterating all the words, all the comments you heard, you begin to explain the underlaying dejection and sudden outburst. His face gone from shock, to angry, to just pure fury. Hands never left your body, he places small kisses here and there making sure you know he’s here.
“Look, I know nothing I say will make this shit better for you. I love you. I love you so much. I know no matter how hard I try, I can’t block all the poison. I wish I could ask you to quit everything and stay by my side no matter where I go but that’d be selfish of me. You’re strong and I love you for that. You need to do life your way. It just make me sick that you had to go through such rough times because of me. The only thing I can do is to show you my love and only hope it’s enough for you.”
“It’s more than enough, Yunhyeong.”
His encouraging words like drug to your body. Within minutes, your aching is numb on his love.
“Then ignore them. Ignore them for me, for us. I know it’s hard and I know sometimes it’ll take a toll on you but I love you so much and I just want to be able to care for you anyway I can. You’re the strongest person I know, don’t you ever forget that. They’re jealous because they’re not even 1% of the woman you are. They have everything handed to them and they’re just bored. You fight for everything you have. You fought hard for us. You deserve the love and the things I can do for you. Your life is hard enough, I want to provide you that little bit of easiness. I’m so sorry that my care hurt you instead of lessen your load.”
A bit of disappointment flashes in his eyes before your gentle smile bring back the spark in his eyes.
“Baby, I know I will marry you one of these day. Will you divorce me then if they say you have shit handed to you because i’ll buy us a nice house? Or get us a car when you’re pregnant and have trouble getting around? Or take our little family on vacation because I want you to enjoy the better things in life?”
“No…” You whisper lowly, thinking of how ridiculous it was for you to let something so small drive such a big wedge in your happiness, in his happiness.
“Right. So, when we get married, are you gonna let a few stupid fake fan yell “object” in the middle of the ceremony and ruining your own happiness? My heart is in your hand, babe. Not theirs.”
Firmly reassuring your heart of his place in your life, he takes another long fervid kiss for himself, knowing you need it too.
“I’m sorry, Yun. I’m so stupid. I love you so much. I hurt you because I listened to a few pointless murmurs... When all you’ve done is being lovely.”
“Hey, come on now. You were just worry about stressing me out. That’s not stupid. Next time just come to me, yea? I want to be able to take care of you emotionally if you won’t let me spoil you...You know you can tell me anything.” Carefully pulling you into his embrace, he sigh contently before whispering into your ears playfully. “P.S. I’m not gonna stop spoiling you so you know, get use to it.”
“Fine, you can still spoil me... just take it down a notch. Deal?”
“Deal! I love you, babe. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I love you more.”
Like anything else in life, if you’re willing to work for it, love has its way of rewarding your struggle. Somehow, you know you’re in good hand with the smiling boy with the warm embrace. Yes, the journey had been long and hard  but from here on out, it’ll get better.
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seawitch62 · 2 years
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Re-Run?
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"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The Minnow would be lost, the Minnow would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan
The Skipper too,
The millionaire and his wife,
The movie star
The Professor and Mary Ann,*
Here on Gilligan's Island"
Why am I up so late?
Watching Gilligan's island?
I'm so tired!
-Now this is the tale of our castaways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.
The first mate and his Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make the others comfortable,
In their tropic island nest.
No phone, no lights, no motor car,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
It's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friend,
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castaways,
Here on "Gilligan's Isle"-
I can't keep my eyes open, too tired to reach for the remote, this couch is so comfortable.
Tina tosses and turns, sleep being disturbed by voices.
Alien voices.
"What the..are they at my door,?"
She grunts in a very disgruntled tone.
Are they arguing?
For fuck sakes?
Why my door?
Slowly regaining facilities, an unknown scent fills the air, it reminds her of a beach.
She tries to focus, reaching for her phone  on her bedside table.
It's not there!
For that matter either is the bedside table!
Senses awaken with  a jolt.
This isn't  her bedroom!
It looks like a hut of some sorts.
Getting out of bed, the mattress, if you can call it that, palm tree branches.
"What the fuck?" 
Sand everywhere!
The voices continue to debate aggressively.
Maybe they have answers she suggests to herself.
Upon exiting the hut, Tina comes face to face with seven angry strangers.
Stopping dead in tracks she stares at them questionably.
"The witch is awake" Jinhwan states.
"What?"
"Who are you? What am I doing here?".
"Good question," replies Donghyuk.
Tina looks around.
"Is this a set?"
"What the fuck" an angry Junhoe imputs.
"I must be dreaming!,".
Hanbin walks towards Tina, slapping her across the face with force.
"Does that feel like a fucking dream?".
Stepping back, "why?".
Deciding she needs to get away from these loonies. Tina runs.
Chanwoo yells, "the witch is escaping".
Run run run, Tina keeps repeating to herself.
Turning she can see them chasing her.
Run run run.
Their voices are getting closer 
Run run run
Tina feels herself falling.
Something  or someone  is holding her ankles.
In the next moment she is eating sand.
"Got you witch" states Bobby.
"I am not a witch! Please untie me"
Tina speaks to deaf ears, as they huddle in a circle.
From time to time glancing in her direction.
Yunhyeong, walks towards Tina, checking that the tree vine ropes are holding.
"Break the spell witch!" 
"Spell? You guys abducted me!".
"Abducted you ?" Spits out Hanbin.
"In your dreams" he adds for good measure. 
"That's it, I'm dreaming".
"I fell asleep watching Gilligan's island, that has to be it!". She tells herself.
"You were watching Gilligan's island?" Chanwoo questions.
"Yes".
"We were watching Gilligan's island!".
"NOOOOOOOOO"  Tina screams at the top of her lungs.
"This can not be happening!".
Hanbin slaps Tina once more, his hand imprint evident on her cheek.
"Hysterics will not help you witch!
You got us in this mess, get us out" he yells into her face.
Her face throbbing from the slaps she  endured, her body aching from the earlier tackle.
Her mind reels, "fuck I'm stuck on this Island with these sadistic assholes" she mumbles to herself.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!".
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