“What are you thinking about?”you ask Yeo Sang, who was playing with your hair, your head on his chest, his fingers dancing on your tummy.
“Hm? Nothing love,”he says, kissing the top of your head, his arms pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggle against him, a sigh of contentment leaving your lips. You see the sun setting slowly, the yellow hue slowly fading into an orange hue. The butterflies around slowly retiring, only a few roaming around, trying to take in the peaceful, gorgeous scene.
“You know,”he brings, making you hum, pointing at the butterflies flying in front of him,
“these are the real matchmakers.”
You giggle at his statement, your hands now on top of him, thumbs rubbing slow circles against his smooth skin.
“Seriously,”he says, pointing at each and every one of them,
“I agree, indeed,”you say, now turning towards him, “I met my King at last.”
He laughs at your given title, his thumb caressing your cheek, making your eyes close. He places a kiss on your forehead, then against the skin on the back of your hand.
“Even if we’re reborn, lets make new memories. These thesis papers don’t know anything more anyways,”he says, making you laugh.
You take out your phone and start snapping pictures of him when he wasn’t looking at you. He smiles at you, waving then pointing at the sky again. You smile at him, snapping some more of these pics.
“I agree,”you whisper to yourself, looking at the pictures you took, “these are better memories.”
You tuck your phone in your pocket, and crawl toward him. Placing your hands on both sides of his face, you catch his lips in yours. His eyes widen in surprise, but he slowly relaxes as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest, smiling into the kiss. After a few moments you break it, both giggling.
“What was that for?’he asks, tucking a loose strand of hair falling in front. You simply smile, placing a kiss on his nose.
“I love you,”you say, voice coming out more like a whisper. He smiles, kissing you once again.
“I love you too, and this time, nothing’s separating us ever.”
Warning: You'll feel rage, smut if you want part 2 lol
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: You have a crush on your coworker, but so does your BFF apparently.
"You see him, the one standing over there talking to Lisa?" You whisper to your best friend. "That's San." You finish. You can't help but blush when you say his name, the man you'd had a crush on for the last 8 months you had worked at this accounting firm. You had never met someone like him, funny, kind, intelligent and handsome. He was always making you laugh, and you were 99% sure he liked you as much as you liked him, at least you hoped he did.
"Wow." Hwasa grins. "He is handsome. Introduce me?" She asks.
You were hesitant, you were sort of worried he might like her more. Not to say you weren't attractive, but next to Hwasa you swore you looked like a potato.
"Nevermind, I'll do it myself, since he's on his way over." She grins.
"Hey Y/N." San grins, giving you a small wave.
"Hey San." You smile back. Just as you were about to say something else, Hwasa jumped in to interrupt.
"Hi, I'm Hwasa." She says, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
He nods his head towards her. "Hi." He says, moving his gaze back to you. "Listen, Y/N, I'm having a BBQ at my place tomorrow, I'd really like it if you came." He says, looking you straight in the eyes.
You try to control the blush that keeps trying to pop out. "Yeah, I'm sure I could make it." You smile.
"Yes San, we will be there." Hwasa chimes in, with a flirty voice.
"Oh. Um.. this is just going to be.." he begins.
"See you tomorrow, San." She smiles, blowing him a kiss before dragging you away from him, leaving him standing there confused.
"He so wants me." She scoffs. "Can you believe that?"
"Where did you get that impression from?" You ask. You were standing right there, and you didn't see anything making it seem like he wanted her.
"Did you not see the way he was eyeing me up? Like come on dude, be a little more obvious." She laughs. "Let's go, I'm over this."
"No, I'm staying. It is a work party for my work." You say.
"Don't be silly, Y/N. Let's go." She says, dragging you from the party.
That night you sat on the phone with your friend, Joy, venting to her about your evening with your supposed best friend.
"Why do you even hangout with her?" Joy scoffs. "She's nothing but controlling and terrible anytime I've ever been around her and you. I literally hate her."
You let out a big breath. You've always known Joy's feelings for Hwasa, and she wasn't too fond of Joy either. You were stuck, it felt like, because you didn't want to lose any friends, but you did sometimes wonder why you still hung out with Hwasa. "I don't know. Probably because we've been friends since middle school, and she doesn't really have that many people." You admit, as you continue to paint your toenails, your phone laying on your bed, speaker phone on.
"Yeah well you'd be a lot happier without her." Joy states. As you're putting your polish away, you see your phone begin to flash.
"Oh my god." You yell. "San is calling me." You squeak.
"Fucking hangup with me and answer it!" She yells, ending the call. You press answer before putting the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" You say, as if you didn't already know it was him.
"Hey Y/N, It's San." He says. "You rushed out of the party so fast I didn't really get a chance to talk to you about tomorrow." He chuckles.
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry about that." You say, silently cursing Hwasa.
"So if you wanna go swimming, bring a suit, and it's byob too." He says.
"Okay cool, can I bring any food?" You ask.
"Nope, just yourself." He tells you.
"Listen.. I hope you don't mind but I don't think Hwasa will be able to come." You say, biting your nail in anticipation of his response.
"That's okay, as long as you're coming.. right?" He asks.
You smile so largely you swore your mouth might actually rip apart. "Yes, yeah.. I'll be there for sure." You say, as calmly as you could.
"Cool. Can't wait to see you then. Bye." He says, hanging up quickly, not giving you a chance to say anything.
You couldn't fucking wait.
The next morning you puddered around your apartment as you waited for 1 o'clock to strike the clock. San had told you to come anytime after noon, but you didn't want to show up too soon and seem desperate.
At 12:59pm, you had your bag packed with your swimsuit, towel, liquor and everything else you needed. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm down and it made you more excited to see him. You opened your door and stepped out into the hallway, closing your door behind you. You stick your key in to lock it, and just as you turn to walk away, you hear a piercing voice from behind you.
"You bitch!" Hwasa scoffs. "You were going to go without me!? You've been ignoring my texts all morning." She scoffs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you. It's just people from work going, it's just for our office." You tell her, which seems to piss her off.
"Well good thing parties usually extend a plus one.." She says, glancing down at your bag, seeing your bathing suit peek out from your bag. "Oh honey, you're not going to wear that, are you?" She asks, clenching her teeth in embarrassment.
"Well.. yeah." You tell her.
"You're a little too.. porky for it, aren't you?" She whispers. "It's fine, just don't wear it, and stick to veggies, it'll be fine." He says, hooking her arm in yours, dragging you down the hallway. "So, is San like rich?" She asks, as she drags you down to your uber.
You sit on a chair by the pool, sipping your alcohol as you watch Hwasa flirt with San. You watch as she giggles, flipping her hair over her shoulder, resting her hand on his bicep, but still, his eyes wander his backyard, looking for someone specific. He looks around, and when he looks at you he smiles.
He says something to Hwasa, before he steps away from her, heading towards you, until he gets stopped by another co-worker of the two of you. Hwasa then makes her way to you, sitting beside you as he stares at San talking to Chanyeol. "He asked me to go swimming." She says. "But I didn't bring a suit." She sighs. She looks at you before looking down at your bag. Sue reaches in, grabbing your swimsuit, clinging it to her chest. "Since you won't be using this, you don't mind if I do, right?" She laughs.
Before you can answer, she gets up, shuffling into the house to change. San finally walks over to you, sitting down where Hwasa had just been. "Did you not bring a suit?" He asks. You wanted to tell him what Hwasa had said, but you didn't.
"No, it slipped my mind, I guess." You say, finishing your glass.
"Come anyways, you're wearing shorts and a tank, it'll dry in no time." He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I don't know." You laugh.
"San." You hear. "Oh San." She sings again. She grabs his hand, wearing your bikini, and pulls him up and into the water with him, laughing as he just stares at you. Soon after others join them in the pool, and you feel like a loser, sitting there watching them all have fun. You sat there for a few minutes, contemplating your choices, but ultimately you decided to leave. You didn't want to watch this anymore. You were tired.
You grabbed your bag, not bothering to say anything to anyone as you walked to the front door, and walked out, calling an uber from down the street.
An hour later, you received a text.
San [2:45pm]: why did you leave? You didn't say anything?
You [2:47pm]: Yeah, I wasn't feeling well. Sorry.
San [2:50pm]: I hope you feel better soon 😔
You tossed your phone to the edge of the bed after that. You didn't want to talk to anyone. Your heart hurts too much.
On Sunday you heard nothing from either Hwasa or San, and thankfully it was a long weekend, and you didn't have to see San at work on Monday. You were able to sit at home, and forget all your worries, until that night around 9 o'clock as you were getting ready for bed and your phone dinged. You picked it up as you brushed your teeth and opened the picture message from Hwasa.
It was a picture of her and San. And then a text came through.
Hwasa [9:06pm]: Hope you don't mind, he asked me out at the pool party and I said yes.
You didn't even know how to respond. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, but you did nothing. Instead you turned off your phone and went to sleep, feeling heartbroken and betrayed by your so called best friend.
Over the next few days you had successfully avoided San at work. You showed up early, closing the door to your office, you were always conviently on the phone whenever he popped in to say something and you took the stairs now instead of taking the elevator, with the possibility of running into him. It was working well, and you decided to keep it up, especially after the text Hwasa sent you on Saturday.
Hwasa [10:42pm]: another date with San, it was so nice! I told him about your crush, he said it was adorable, but only thinks of you as a friend. 🤭 sorry, bestie.
Again, you didn't respond, only yelling out hateful comments towards the girl who was supposed to be your best friend, but things were looking pretty clear lately, that she most definitely wasn't.
You didn't text her back on Sunday, and even San texted you, asking if you were mad at him because you had been avoiding him. You didn't respond to that either. Even though he hadn't been yours, it still felt like you had been betrayed. Obviously he was free to date whoever, but why did it have to be her? And why did she have to rub it in your face?
The next week, you had successfully gotten through two days of avoiding San, using your same tactics as the previous week. You had thought he had already left for the day on Wednesday when you emerged from your office, but alas there he was, leaning against one of the interns desks with his arms crossed as he waited for you.
"Can we talk?" He asks.
"I need to get home." You say, walking past him.
"Y/N!" He exclaims. "Why are you ignoring me? What did I do?" He wonders.
"You didn't do anything. Look, if your happy with Hwasa, then I'm happy for you. I've gotta go." You sigh, scurrying to the elevator, tuning out whatever he was yelling out behind you.
When you got home, you checked your phone and noticed at least 10 missed calls from San, and 15 messages, asking what you were talking about when you mentioned Hwasa. You should have to explain to him, he already knows. You threw down your phone, and took off your clothes to go take a shower.
You get out, and change into your shirt and underwear, too exhausted to have dinner, you just wanted to crawl into bed. You plug your phone in, and just as you're about to crawl into bed, you hear a banging at your door.
You open it, not expecting to see a frazzled San standing there. "What are you doing here?" You whisper.
"You didn't answer me texts or calls, you left me no choice." He says. "Are you going to invite me in?"
You open the door wider, letting him come in, forgetting what you were wearing. "What did you mean? If I'm happy with Hwasa?" He asks.
"You and her are dating?" You say, confused as to why you needed to remind him of this.
"I'm sorry, what?" He asks. "I'm not dating her!"
"She sent me a picture of the two of you, saying that you asked her on a date at the pool party, and then said you've gone out a couple times since then." You whisper.
"She ran into me, and asked me for a picture." He scoffs. "Not to mention, I told her I was interested in you, and she said you just wanted to me friends with me."
"She said the same thing to me! That you thought my crush was adorable, but you didn't see me like that."
"So that's why you've been avoiding me." He breathes. "Because you thought that her.. and I.. were.. dating." He pieces it together.
"I was upset, I'm sorry." You whisper. "It just sucked."
"There's only one person I want to date." San breathes. "And that person is you."
A smile creeps up on your face as he walks towards you. He places his hand on your cheek, smiling at you before he leaves down, pressing his lips to yours, count it as the best first kiss, ever.
Pairing(s) → Skater! Yeosang, Gang Member! Mingi x Reader
Genre → Smut, Angst
Summary → They’ve corrupted you, they’ve corrupted your mind. There is no innocent you any more, maybe you’ll just have to deal with it. Maybe, you’ll go even deeper into the dark holding hand in hand with them.
Warnings → Weed consumption, High sex, Oral (M receiving), Mingi is the ult dom, Yeosang is a sweetie in the inside, violence, heavy profanity, Voyeurism, Spit used as lube, Degrading, Pet names, i think that’s all.
Word Count → 1k+, also unedited i’m so sorry for typos(mobile edit.)
“Im going to ask one more time, did you fucking touch her?!” Mingi was yelling, he was furious and this is how he was going to cope. There was a dude on the ground, bleeding from his nose and a few scratches on his face. Mingi was beating on him, Mingi isn’t usually this violent just something triggered in him.
“That little bitch liked it.” the dude on the ground said before spitting out a glob of blood on the ground next to him. Mingi’s eyes went dark and he pulled up his fist to land another blow on the scum’s face. This time after the punch, he was stopped before landing another one.
Yeosang held onto the younger’s arm, restricting it from moving to hurt the man more. Yeosang was furious as well, but he had to stop Mingi before he got himself into more trouble.
“Mingi-ah.. that’s enough he’s not worth it.” Mingi’s heart softened at Yeosang’s soothing voice, it kinda made him tear up. “Yeo, he touched her. He fucking touched her and i’m going to make the little bitch pay.” Mingi was screaming and yelling, trying to get Yeosang to understand his rage. Yeosang understood all too well, he wanted the rip the guy’s guts out as well.
“Mingi, I understand you but right now we need to leave before the cops find us or something.”
They were in a dark alley way, and some lady saw them. She immediately called the police and Yeosang noticed, any minute the authority would be on their tail. Yeosang got tired and he decided he wasn’t going to go to jail, he grabbed Mingi’s arms and his skate board. They were running, fast too, and laughing like little psychopaths.
something about running away and the night sky being starry, the moon shining brightly on the boys, it was euphoric.
Yeosang pulled out his cellphone to call the one person who would rush to get them, you. Yeosang and Mingi stopped at a gas station and they had no car to get away so their only option was you. They also badly wanted to see you as well, as both of the boys were in love with you…maybe you were in love with them as well.
ring ring ring
“Hey y/n, uhm…me and Mingi are at a gas station, do you think you could come get us?”
“Oh- yea sure, give me a second.” You rushed to put some sweats on and a t-shirt. You swiftly grabbed your keys and headed out the door, waving bye to your pet cat and dog. When you arrived at the gas station, Mingi hopped in the front seat while Yeosang settled in the back. You caught a glance of Mingi’s hand before you could greet the two, your eyed widening slightly at the bruises.
“What did you do this time, Mingi?” you said it more like a mother trying to figure out why their child is in trouble at school. He laughed at your serious tone, and simply said “Beat a guy up, luckily Yeosang stopped me. I might have killed him if it was for you.” You scoffed while starting to drive off, “You don’t need to fight for me…Thank you Yeosang, for stopping him.”
“Anything to keep the big dufus safe.” Yeosang said while slouching in the back seat, playing with his skateboard wheels.
“So where do you guys wanna go?” You said while turning out of the parking lot. “Take us to a empty lot or something, I have to get high or im going to go crazy.” Mingi pulled out a container of weed, then winked at you. “You in, Princess?”
You chuckled a little then a smirk creeped up on your face, “Yea i’m in.”
You weren’t always this willing to be bad, you were the goody two shoes of the school. Never in trouble, grades always high, and stayed out of the way. Until you met Mingi and Yeosang, everything seemed to go downhill when you met the two. You aren’t complaining, the good life was getting boring and it was fucking fun being with the two.
You have no regrets, being with them is probably the best thing that has happened. You developed feelings for the two and you can tell they want you back, so you’re jumping into the deep in with full content.
You parked into a empty parking lot that seemed to belong to a abandoned store. The place kinda gave you the creeps but if that’s what Mingi wanted.
Mingi shifted himself up and turned the lights on in the car, then handed Yeosang some rolling paper. Yeosang’s specialty was making blunts, you don’t know where he learned but damn he was good at it. Mingi looked in the glove department to find a lighter and his luck, he found one.
He made a celebration gesture for one actually being in here, then looked at you. “Ever smoked weed, Bun?”
You hesitated, you did once but it didn’t turn out pretty. You don’t really know how to smoke properly and you just act like you do. “No…” You leaned back in your chair, kinda nervous. “It’s not that hard, Bun. You’ll learn in no time.”
“Here it’s done.” Yeosang handed the blunt to Mingi with ease, then positioned himself in the middle of the two front seats with his head. Mingi popped the brown covered blunt in his mouth, then lighted it on the end. He inhaled the smoke, holding the blunt in between his index and middle finger. Then, he exhaled and leaned back.
You don’t know why but watching him smoke weed was the hottest thing ever, it was attractive to see him puff out the smoke. You closed your thigh legs and took a deep breath, to control yourself. Mingi handed the blunt to Yeosang. Yeosang took a big hit, slightly coughing after causing Mingi to laugh. “Your turn, babe.” Yeosang said handing you the blunt, giving a small wink towards your sight.
You took the joint, popping it into your mouth and inhaling. You started coughing immediately and both the boys laughed at you.
A few moments after and the joint was fully gone, the effects of weed coursing through your blood. You guys were high out your mind, Mingi was laying down on his seat looking up at the car roof. You tried to get a drink of water because you were so parched and your head felt like it was spinning out of its mind. Yeosang was fiddling with your hair and trying to get your attention.
“Hey, hey y/n.” Yeosang spoke softly to you, grabbing your attention towards the blonde haired boy. His eyes were slightly fed and he was smiling at you, looking as handsome as ever. “Yes?” you were curious what he wanted, he then took your cheeks in his hands and started kissing you.
Honestly, you didn’t have the energy or influence to push the boy off, you were too faded off your mind to even complain or overthink. You just started giggle and kissing him back, harder then it started. Boring on each other’s lips , playing tug o war with your tongues, and taking in the smell of weed on each other’s figure. Mingi was watching from the side, letting the action play out and he suddenly got jealous.
“Hey, Yeo…come here.” Mingi said and the older boy popped off your mouth, a little string of saliva connecting the two of your mouths. Mingi was talking with Yeosang, you don’t know about what but they looked pure greedy. Like you were their next meal just waiting to be devoured, looking innocent as ever not knowing what to come. Mingi started rubbing your thigh with circles, “Hey bun, sit right here.” Mingi patted his lap, signaling you to hop on. You complied, struggling to get over to the passenger side and sit on the boy.
When you finally got over he snaked his arms around your waist so you placed yours on his shoulders, looking into his eyes with some sort of affection. “How bout you say we have a lil fun?”
You bit your lip slightly, then looking down at Mingi’s crotch. You cant say you aren’t turned on, you wanted to have a lil fun tonight. You placed your hand on Mingi’s bulge, not stopping to think about it beforehand. Maybe it was the weed coursing through and messing with your brain, but you felt fucking invincible. Mingi’s breath hitched and then he looking at you muttering a small ‘Go on’
You then shifted your weight up and zipped down his Zipper, he helped you slide his pants down slightly, then his boxers. Your hand seemed to take control for its own, releasing his hard on from the confinement. You stared for a little bit, you assumed Mingi was big but never this big. He caught you staring at it for a while and let out a breathy chuckle.
“See this Sangie, she probably hasn’t ever touched a dick in her life.” Mingi said in a mocking tone, your face heated up and you couldn’t say anything in response. Yeosang giggled just a bit, then whispered something in Mingi’s ear from the back seat.
“Y/n, take control, make yourself worthy somehow.” Mingi said in a almost cutting like tone. The words were like a knife stabbing you in the chest, but you somehow…liked it. The way he was talking to you like you don’t deserve respect made you feel some type of way. You snapped yourself back into reality, taking his hard on into your hands, then squeezing a little bit. He inhaled sharply, but he didn’t complain.
You started to move you hand up his length and back down, while maintaining a circular motion. His head tilted back but it wasn’t enough and you could tell. You bent down a little to face yourself with his length, then spit down on it. Making sure it was a enough to glide your hand down with ease.
“Holy shit…” Mingi said shakily, the spit was fucking with his mind. Every touch was way more enhanced due to the weed in his system, so he was extra sensitive. When you started moving your hand fast up and down, he was seeing stars. It felt so good and you were glad to give him the pleasure, while Yeosang in the back was watching.
You didn’t know Yeosang had a voyeurism kink, he seemed to enjoy himself in the back. Fulfilling his needs just by watching the action happen, and he turned a soft red whenever you made eye contact with him from the front seat. Mingi was starting to fuck into your hand, pushing his hips up to get more friction.
“Holy- i’m getting impatient, Y/n take your pants off.” Mingi said in a demanding tone, making you move with a purpose. Mingi was lowkey squished being that the car didn’t have that much space to move in. He pulled the seat all the way down so that Yeosang had access to the Front seat.
“Get on all fours, Princess.”
After getting your pants fully off you were slightly embarrassed because they never seen you like this, but even so you complied to Mingi. He didn’t seem like he had time for you to be a brat, and you weren’t going to try it. When you got on all fours on the seat you were greeted with the tip of Yeosang’s tip, it was beaded with precum and a bright red. Your eyes widened at his length as well, shook at the boy’s maturity.
Mingi was caressing your ass in the back, making you flinch with his cold fingers. Before you could process the situation you were in, you felt a warm slimey tongue licking up a strip of your liquids. You let out a unexpected moan, opening your mouth slightly. Yeosang took the opportunity to stuff his dick in your mouth, muffling your gasps and whimpering. “Make your mouth work, like the slut you are.” Yeosang was piercing his words through your ears, making you whimper even more.
Your eyes were slightly beading with tears due to the boy’s size, Mingi in the back was cooing at you. Before you knew it, Mingi started entering his length into your soaking cunt making you jolt forward onto Yeosang’s length. Yeosang took a sharp breath and grabbed your hair to keep you stable, he then started moving your head. Bobbing with his motions he started moaning a little, making your core tighten around Mingi’s throbbing cock.
“F-fuck…she likes hearing you Sangie.”
Mingi started rolling his hips into your ass, gripping on the side of your waist. Your moans sent vibrations through Yeosang’s dick, making him throw his head back in bliss. The feeling of two cocks filling you up had you overwhelmed, almost throbbing in pleasure. Your orgasm was close , very close and Mingi was pounding into you. You were crying out, your load moans being muffled.
Yeosang’s cock hitting the back of your throat each time he thrusts, Yeosang was staring at you in the eyes. He was taking in this moment, something he’d never imagine would happen when he met you for the first time in senior year. He’s happy to spend his college days with you, everyday his love growing for you even more.
Mingi’s hips were beginning to stutter and you could tell he was close as well. Yeosang was close, his head thrown back and fucking into your throat even harder. A few more thrusts in and you were squeezing around Mingi’s cock, letting the effects of the orgasm run it’s course on you. Mingi soon after spilled into your cunt, spewing countless curse words. Yeosang was still going, but he didn’t last long, his white strips were coating your throat walks in no time. It was a lot and it almost made you choke up on the warm liquid.
Yeosang pulled out of your mouth, dropping his body onto the back seat. Everyone was breathing hard, trying to catch the breath in the heat of the moment.
The one where Elena asks a few important people about what ATEEZ’s new title track should be
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“What are you doing?” Yugyeom asked is confusion as he walked into the living room of his home. To say he was surprised to see the girl would be a lie. She had made a habit out of showing up to his house uninvited ever since he had gave her her own key to his home a while back. However, out of all the times she had appeared without notice, he had never once found her struggling over something on his coffee table.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Elena asked plainly with a tired huff, clearly fed up with the mess in front of her.
This made the boy stop in his tracks to observe her sad efforts. He watched in mild amusement as the tripod she had, very poorly, set up began to tilt to the side.
“Shit.” She muttered under her breath as she immediately grabbed ahold of the camera before it could fall to its impending doom.
“It looks like you’re struggling.” He chuckled tauntingly as he proceeded to walk around her and straight towards the couch behind her to get a better view of the spectacle.
Elena flipped her head towards him with a sharp glare, her patience low from the absurd amount of time she had wasted on trying to get this set up done, “Then why aren’t you helping me?”
“You never answered my question,” Yugyeom bluntly responded with a charming grin as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “plus, it’s pretty entertaining.”
“Glad this is entertaining you.” She sighed as she laid the recording equipment down on the table in defeat and began staring down the table for a few seconds before ultimately giving up and making her way next to Yugyeom. “Thanks,” She sighed lightly as she stole his drink from his hand, “I needed this.”
“You know you were doing it wrong.”
“Really?” Elena gasped with a shocked grin, “I never would’ve known! I thought it was the table messing it up.”
“I know,” Yugyeom smiled at her before moving closer to the table to set up the equipment the correct way. “What’s up with the recording equipment anyway?” He asked as he made himself busy, clearly concentrating on arranging the tripod in the correct way.
Oh right, Elena had forgot to tell him why she had shown up to his home. It wasn’t as if she did it on purpose. The thought had crossed her mind earlier, but she had gotten distracted when her youngest member, Jongho, called for her.
Ever since she got word of his knee injury, Elena had become more nurturing to the younger boy than usual. She just wanted to assure that he wouldn’t strain himself any more than he needed too to insure the quickest recovery for him and in the midst of it all, she had simply forgotten to inform her friend of her reasoning for her current visitation.
“Well, I need to shoot a video for our upcoming comeback and I was thinking that you could be in it.” Elena started as she watched the boy give the set up a final once over before pressing record and moving to sit by her.
“You just assumed I would say yes?”
“Well, you love me, right?”
Yugyeom exhaled sharply but the smile on his face was still prominent as he rearranged his cap on his head. “Why don’t we just start and you can explain this as we go.”
Yugyeom: [points to the laptop] …So I get to pick which is your title track?
Elena: Yeah! Well kinda? It’s going to count as a vote for the song to be the title track.
Yugyeom: So I’m not the only one voting?
Yugyeom: [tilting his head to the side in curiosity] Who all voted already?
Elena: Just me and the guys. We still need more people to vote but you’re one of the first, besides us of course.
Yugyeom: Ahhhh! [leans closer to her and takes back his drink with a smug smile] so I’m special.
Elena: [pats his knee] Yes you are! [reaches over to her laptop] You and three others.
Yugyeom: [freezes in his spot with the drink halfway up to his lips] Wha-
Elena: [leans over to stop the video] What’d you think?
Yugyeom: They’re both really good, but Eternal Sunshine is really refreshing to listen to.
Elena: Is this your way of saying you vote for Eternal Sunshine?
Yugyeom: No. [shakes his head and hands frantically] Deja Vu! That hip move was great. [stands up and tries to replicate the move] Who choreographed the dance?
Elena: I took part in it along with some others, [stands up] but San and I were saying how you should imagine that you’re hands are tied- [puts her hands up]
Yugyeom: [crosses his arms with a mischievous grin] Hands tied, huh?
“I told you not to worry about coming-” Hyunjae spoke as he watched Elena make her way inside of their dressing room. The Boyz were currently at a music station getting ready to perform their latest title track, Thrill Ride, for their promotional period.
Elena had actually told Hyunjae about the video she wished to shoot, unlike her last friend, and Hyunjae had immediately agreed to her request. However he had insisted that he could find the time in his schedule to meet with her and record the video, as a way that she assumed to not bother her.
If Elena didn’t know the way the promotion periods worked, maybe she would have agreed to his way, but she was an idol herself and knew better. She was aware that he could squeeze her into the little bit of free time he managed to find but he would have to sacrifice some well deserved rest time and she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to do that. So that’s how Elena found herself at the current music station, a few treats in her hands as well.
“And I told you it’s fine!” She exclaimed as she made her way towards the couch he was sitting on. “Your schedule is already packed as it is with Thrill Ride promotions going on right now.”
“You’re so stubborn sometimes.” Hyunjae stated as he shook his head at the girl’s persistence, “Do you want to record the video now?” He asked checking the time on his phone to see if there was still time before they had to go on stage and perform. “We have plenty of time before we head out and I’m already done with my hair and makeup.”
“Yeah, let’s shoot the video first and then-”
“Elena!” Someone shouted as they entered the room. Said girl turned around in search of the face of the voice, smiling widely when she found the culprit being sat down at a chair by a staff member.
“Did you only come to visit Hyunjae hyung?” Eric accused as he crossed his arms and watched her with a faux hurt expression.
“Of course not,” She responded already beginning to make her way over to the younger boy getting his hair done, “but I do need him for a video.”
“Why am I not in the video?” Eric responded looking up at Elena with doe eyes, and man was she a sucker for doe eyes when it came to the younger members. She was ready to let him join the shooting until she glanced towards the hair stylist who seemed to have everything all set up and ready to style his hair.
Realizing that it probably wouldn’t be the wisest choice to steal the younger boy away she shook her head at him, “You’re getting your hair done and I don’t want Sangyeon to come at me for being the reason you aren’t ready.” She explained as she made a point to hand him the bag of treats she had brought with her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back and we can film a tik tok challenge together without Hyunjae.”
Elena: [leans back and stares at him intently] So which are you leaning towards?
Hyunjae: I’m in between both, [rubs his neck] which one did you pick?
Elena: I can’t tell you before you vote! That would be influencing you and Hongjoong made it very clear to not influence anyone before they vote. Do you want me to get in trouble?
Hyunjae: Do you want really want the answer to that?
Elena: I do! [pokes his side] Just a reminder that there is a wrong answer and if you say it I might need to go and have a talk with Sangyeon.
Hyunjae: Sangyeon? Who’s talking about Sangyeon? Weren’t we trying to vote for your title track? [reaches over to the laptop]
Elena: [lets out a small laugh] We were, so which one do you pick?
Hyunjae: I’m going to pick Eternal Sunshine. I think fresh concepts are always fun to perform and the fans love them.
Elena: Ohhh that’s true!
Hyunjae: [looks over at Elena in realization] …You voted Deja Vu, didn’t you?
Elena: [points at herself] I was actually one of the main writers for it, so I have a bit of a bias.
Hyunjae: Wait, really? [Elena nods her head laughing] Can I change my vote?
“Hannah!” Elena shouted making her way inside of the 127 dorms.
“Elena!” Hannah shouted back running out of her room, to greet the taller girl in a hug.
“My ears!” Jaehyun shouted in a poor imitation of the girls’.
“Someone’s jealous.” Hannah sang as she eyed him with a poked out her tongue just to tease him further.
“It’s okay to say you want a hug from us Jae.” Elena joked teasingly with a shining grin on her lips as she let go of the other girl. It hadn’t necessarily been a long time since the two had last seen each other but it was just a routine that the two extroverted girls did whenever they came across the other.
“Who would want a hug from you guys.” Jaehyun asked as he tried to keep a straight face through the sentence but his dimples had other plans, giving him away immediately.
Hannah looked at the boy with a knowing smile painted on her pink lips as she eyed her member in contemplation. “Plenty of people would love hugs from us, you included.”
“Whatever you say.” Jaehyun responded tiredly as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall to observe the girl who had decided to drop by and visit the dorm. “What’s with the shooting equipment?”
“She asked me to take part in voting for their upcoming title track.” Hannah announced proudly to her member.
“Oh?” Jaehyun responded looking at Elena in question, “You did?”
“I did,” Elena nodded, “I was asking some of my closer friends to vote, but you’re welcome to join us if you want considering you are the other half of the visual couple.” She spoke up with a cocky smile as she sat in front of her camera, ready to start recording the voting video.
The boy only shook his head softly at the girl before moving to sit on the other side of the table facing them instead. “No, I’ll listen from over here and give you my unbiased opinion.”
“Unbiased opinion?” Elena asked confused at the particular part of the sentence before something clicked in her mind. “Did Yugyeom tell you…” Receiving a nod of confirmation Elena couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh as her friend beside her stared between the two in utter confusion.
“What would influence your vote?” Hannah asked Jaehyun in confusion as she watched Elena purse her lips before looking at the boy with a raised eyebrow, “Yeah Jaehyun, what would influence your vote?”
“The visuals,” The boy responded as he slowly sunk further into his seat as the tips of his ears began to turn red due to the way both girls were staring at him so intently. “I don’t want to base my choice off of the video.”
Why had he chosen to hang out with these two again? As if he doesn’t get teased enough by Hannah on the daily, but now he has to get teased the two together? He was starting to see why Mark calls the duo a menace to society.
Elena grinned at the boy’s response before elaborating further, “It’s because Yugyeom asked about a dance move that me and San changed so that it would look as if your hands are tied above your head.”
“Hands tied, huh?” Hannah teased looking at the girl with raised eyebrows, her face full of amusement, “Kinky.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a little hand tying.” Elena responded back trying to defend herself as the girl next to her wiggled her eyebrows at her teasingly. “Besides I’m not the only one who thought of that move.”
At the sound of the statement Hannah sat a little straighter in her seat as she raised an eyebrow to her friend, “Don’t try to shift the topic on to someone else.” She spoke already knowing what Elena was trying to do here. The way her eyes sparkled mischievously gave her intentions away faster than her words ever could.
“Me?” Elena asked tilting her head to the side, “Shifting the topic onto someone else? I would never,” She reasoned with a shocked face although her smile was peeking through her facade. “but if you-”
“Don’t we have a video to shoot?”
Elena: [looking at Hannah expectantly] What are we thinking?
Hannah: I love it! It’s so fresh and upbeat!
Elena: So you’re team Eternal Sunshine?
Hannah: No! [leans over to the laptop and replays Deja Vu] I’m still Deja Vu.
Elena: [laughs before looking above the camera] What about you?
Jaehyun: Deja Vu
Hannah: Look at you, making smart decisions. [smiles approvingly in his direction] Oh, speaking of which, who else has voted?
Elena: [lets out a laugh before covering her moth with her hand to stifle it] Hey, he’s made plenty of smart decisions!
“You chose Aeri over me as your favorite?” Chan asked astonished as he looked at Elena hugging Aeri on their couch.
“See, whenever you say it like that, it sounds bad, but it’s Aeri and she was being, well, herself!” Elena tried reasoning as she tightened her arms around the younger girl, “How could I not?”
“Fair point.” Chan stated as he walked closer to the pair in wonder. “So are you going to ask me to be in your video or have I been ditched for Aeri on that too?”
“Unnie,” Aeri spoke up with the little breath she had tapping the girls arm, “I can’t breathe.”
At the younger girls words, Elena released her tight grip around the girl with a sheepish smile, “Whoops.” Looking towards the boy a small smile grew on her lips, “Would it really be the worst thing in the world if I did?”
At the sight of the boy getting ready to defend himself Elena shook her hand in the air with an airy laugh at, “You can join, let me just introduce you into the video because we already started recording.”
Elena: So we actually have someone else joining us! [waves him over]
Chan from behind the camera: You’re not going to introduce me?
Elena: I personally don’t think you guys need introductions, but since some people might want them I think it would be best if you introduced yourself.
Chan: [walking into frame to sit beside Aeri] You said you were going to introduce me though?
Elena: I did, I introduced you into the video! Now introduce yourself to the people.
Aeri: I’m going to have to pick Eternal Sunshine
Chan: [looks over at Aeri in disappointment] No, Deja Vu
Aeri: What? [looks at him in disbelief] No!
Chan: What do you mean no?
Aeri: Eternal Sunshine should be the title track
Chan: No, Deja Vu should- you know what? Let’s play rock, paper, scissors and whoever wins gets to vote.
Elena: You both can vo-
Elena: Well okay [crosses her legs and moves closer to Aeri] if you’re going to bet your vote, let’s make things more interesting and make the winner get three votes [both look at her]
Chan: Can you even do that?
Elena: I don’t see why not… If you don’t play you lose!
Aeri & Chan: Rock, paper, scissors! [Aeri throws out paper and Chan throws out rock]
Elena: Yes! [looks at the laptop] Wait… rematch?
a/n: HANNAH IS NOT MY OC! She is Nini’s oc! That being said, you guys should check out her work at @neohannah ! Aeri however is my other oc and you guys should check her out too @seventeen-aeri ! Also these are just snippets of what happened in each video (as you can tell bc I left them very open ended) but if you guys want to know what all was said, feel free to let me know (and which one ofc) and I’ll do it! This is very badly proofread but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless! Feedback is welcome and appreciated! (also sorry for the week long wait😭)💗
The following days, Yeo Sang and you talked a lot, each with the motive to try and understand the other, but surprisingly growing closer to each other. You slowly got to know that he loved eating chicken, he loved books since it was already evident from the fact that he was the president of the book club, and he loved RnB.
For Yeo Sang, it wasn’t really much of a surprise how much you loved fantasy novels, since there was always a new dystopian book in your hand every week. He came to know that you loved fettuccine pasta more than spaghetti, how you scrunch up your nose when you’re cringed about something, and there are two scrunch lines on either side of your nose, between your eyebrows. He loved every detail about you, but what was it that was drawing you both closer to each other? It seemed like you both already knew so much about each other.
“Hey,”you sit next to Yeo Sang in the library, a brown book in your hand. He smiles at you, but raises an eyebrow once he sees what’s in your hand.
“Yeah, I found this book. It’s about a King of Yeonsu-dong, who falls in love with his Commander in Chief, but they sadly pass away while saving the king,”you say, flipping through the pages, pouting. He smiles at you, because he knew how much you hated it when one of the lovers passed away.
“You can take a break from the science fiction you read,”you say, giggling at him. He smirks at you. You slide the book towards him, making him stare at it.
“Read it,”you say, before pinching his cheek, making him glare at you playfully, “I gotta go to class. See you later, sweet cheeks,”you say, winking at him. He smirks at you and waves you off.
“Rebirth huh,”he mumbles, fingers grazing over the title of the book etched on the cover. He shrugs his shoulders. Taking the book, he leaves the library.
After walking you to your house, he stops by the butterfly park, as you named it, and stays there. He watches the sun set slowly, the sky turning from yellow to orange to red to purple. He smiles thinking about you, and gets up to go home.
Once he opens the door to his bedroom, he reaches for the book you gave him.
“Let’s see what it got.”
After a while of reading, he feels those battle scenes all too familiar.
The mentions of blue monarch butterflies throws him off guard, too. He remembers you spacing out and later tell him how you felt that every moment with him felt familiar. As he skims through the words on the page, he comes across a certain paragraph, where it all becomes crystal clear.
“Huh, this is interesting,”he mumbles, “very interesting.”
His mind wanders back to the park. When he told his mother about it, she never believed it, thinking he read about it somewhere, neither did your parents, as you narrated their reactions to him. He pondered a lot, till he searched up everything online. Shock was an understatement, when his name popped up in the last ruler of Yeonsu-dong, an illustration that resembled him so much along with another woman, he presumed was the king’s wife, along with a girl on his lap. What shocked him was there was an illustration of you dressed in a war armour, standing next to the King and an old man, which he assumed was the father of the King. The illustration was so eerily alike to yours. That night, he stayed up late, till he didn’t finish searching up everything.
The book helped him link dots to his true self. He kept searching till he found the thesis papers online, who searched up on the said King. Some of them couldn’t yet find the remains of the King and the Commander, but he knew where they were. He picked up his phone, and dialled the number of that one person he knew would definitely help him.
“Yeo, it’s 3 am for fuck sake, I swear to God if you-“
“I’ve got something to tell you. Bring a helping hand and shovels,”he says, before he cuts the call.
After few minutes, he finds a car in the drive way of his house, a hand waving at him.
“Thanks Woo,”Yeo Sang says, opening the door of his car.
“What the hell did you want a shovel for? Did you kill someone?”
“What, no! Okay, this might seem really weird, but I think I’ve got answers to those weird dreams I’ve been getting,”he mumbles, making Woo sigh.
“Were you the King or something?”San jokes from the backseat, making Woo giggle. When Yeo Sang doesn’t respond, both of their laughters die out.
“Don’t tell me,”San mumbles, making Yeo sigh.
“Yes,”he whispers loud enough for them to hear.
“Wow,”Woo Young sighs, “where do we need to go with San and these shovels?”he asks, pointing at San with his thumb and the weapons near him.
“I’ll drive,”Yeo Sang suggests, making Woo Young nod at his suggestion.
After a drive of 10 minutes, they reach their destination. Yeo Sang opens the rusty gates, a creaking sound resonating, making Woo Young and San cover their ears.
When they enter the garden, their eyes widen in disbelief. San pushes Woo Young aside, gawking at the butterflies which were flying around.
“This place,”he says, walking on the soft grass, “this is the garden of King-“
He looks at Yeo Sang, who was just staring at him.
“How did you find it?”
“I used to come here as a kid,”he begins, reminiscing his childhood discovery place, which turned it into his comfort place.
The three of them stand still, the birds chirping in the background.
“Why did you ask for shovels?”Woo Young questions him.
“Do you think the King is buried here?”San asks, making Yeo Sang nod at him.
“This is the place that was mentioned in the thesis papers, online,”he states, walking over to Woo, “I think their bodies should be buried somewhere here.”
“We thought that this place was a myth,”San mumbles, hand brushing over the grass, “I think you finding this place out confirms it all.”
“That he is the King we talked about?”Woo Young asks, making San nod.
“You’re King Yeo Sang, the last King of the Kang Dynasty, buried next to the Commander in Chief, as per his request,”San whispers.
“So, the dreams you were seeing were everything that happened to you in the past?”Woo Young asks, making Yeo Sang nod.
“And the surprising thing is, they saw some of those dreams too, that kind of acted as a link to mine,”he says, making their eyes widen in surprise.
“You should tell this to them,”San suggests, placing a hand on Yeo Sang’s shoulder, “they deserve to know this, too.”
“He’s right Yeo,”Woo chimes in, hugging Yeo Sang, “we’re there for you. It’s good that you’ve at least got it all out.”
“Yeah, I just need to tell this to them,”he says, the three of them now sitting with their legs spread, seeing the sun rise, dawning upon them the revelation of the past.
While walking back to the car, San stops midway, making the other two turn back.
“No wonder my cat seems to like you,”he says, making Yeo Sang raise his eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“Her name is Byeol,”he says, “she was named after one of our ancestors, the King’s sister, Kang Byeol.”
“You seriously want to believe the fact that just because she’s named Byeol, she would be the King’s sister?”Woo Young asks, a comical look on his face.
“Can be true tho,”San mutters, making both of them chuckle at him.
You reach your spot before he does. The butterflies were flying as usual. You smile at them, making way to sit on the ground. There were so many flowers around you, it made you feel that you belonged there. But your thoughts slowly drift back to what Yeo Sang said.
“𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.”
What did he mean by that?
While you were lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the soft footsteps on the grass of a certain someone who had your heart racing ever since you saw him.
“Hey,”he says, deep voice rumbling in his chest, making you putty in your place.
“Hey,”you say, smiling at him, “you wanted to talk?”
“Yeah,”he replies. Taking the book you gave him out of his backpack along with a few more papers and what looked like a notebook filled with notes, he places it in your lap. You look at it quizzically.
“I did some research last night,”he mumbles. You look through the papers in your lap, squinting at the one particular illustration that caught your sight.
“Yeah,”he says, now turning his body to look at you.
“Does that mean-”
You turn to look at him. You take out the sketch of the person from your dreams, and try syncing it with one of the illustrations on the papers Yeo Sang gave. You gasp aloud, eyes widening in disbelief when the facial structure matches to the King’s. Your eyes start watering unintentionally. You trace the features of the King, and look at Yeo Sang, whose eyes were mirroring your action.
“Are we really?”your voice breaks, making Yeo Sang nod at you. You cry silently. Yeo Sang pulls you towards him such that you’re straddling him. You cry in his chest, hugging him tightly. He cries silently, hands brushing through your hair, calming you.
You move away from his chest, his face saddening due to sudden loss of touch. You wipe your eyes with your sweater paws, sniffling. He tips your chin to look into your eyes. Saying nothing you both lean in, lips touching, fitting the last piece of the puzzle of your lives. You cry into the kiss, hands behind his head, as he mirrors your actions. The kiss was nothing compared to any you ever had. This one had an intense feeling of longing, happiness and 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
You both break the kiss, panting to catch your breath. He leans in to touch your forehead, thumb swiping your bottom lip, then caressing your cheeks.
“Shh,”he whispers, “I know.”
“What now?” You ask, as you raise your head to look at him, who’s already looking at you.
He smiles at you, catching your lips with his, kissing you like his life depended on it. You broke the kiss and smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek, and threw your arms around his neck, making him snake his arms round your waist, hugging you like you would disappear any moment.
“I’m never letting you go,”he mumbles in your hair, taking in the sweet scent of vanilla musk and coconut. You nuzzle your head in his neck and shoulder juncture, placing a kiss there.
“I’m never leaving you again,”you say, both lost in the presence after nearly 40 decades of their lost love.
A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?
San and Wooyoung fought for a solid 3 minutes over who gets to have you on their laps before you smack them both and pulled a chair in between them.
So there you three were, out of class and straight into a PC bang. You admit that when San told you he was kidnapping you to go on a date you didn't expect him to have brought you to play computer games. But then Wooyoung crashed in and challenged San.
You and San were both walking hand-in-hand towards the university's gate and suddenly Wooyoung came barrelling in like a wild block of cheese rolling down Cooper's Hill.
But you didn't mind. Not when you know how both of them together would mean more chaos and it's just more entertaining.
"Sannie," you called out to him, tugging on his sleeve. He momentarily averted his attention from the screen to you. "Yes, baby?" he smiled at you before focusing back on the screen. You pursed your lips at him, pouting whilst giving him your best puppy eyes, "I'm thirsty,"
San's eyebrows furrowed, "didn't you bought a venti sized latte before we came here?" he asked, sure that you had gotten the largest size of beverage before going to the PC Bang. You wrap your arms around his closest forearm as you rested your head on his shoulder, "Wooyoungie drank like three-fourth of it," you complained, glaring at your other boyfriend who smirked at the mention of his name.
"Sharing is caring, you know?" he defended himself. You scoffed and kicked his leg, "you should've gotten your own," you muttered at him.
Wooyoung giggled but slid his chair backwards, "okay, fine, we'll get you something to drink now," Wooyoung said, getting up and pulled San up and out of your grasp.
San whined in protest at the sudden intrusion of his gaming time, saying it was Wooyoung's fault and he didn't do anything. He immediately shut up though when Wooyoung mentioned that he saw the kid who had been beating his ass in the game near the cashier.
You could only chuckle at them both, staring dreamily whilst a warm, fluttering feeling bloomed in your stomach.
"Hey," a voice called behind you.
You looked back and you internally swallowed the lump that appeared in your throat.
There were two girls standing behind you, smirk adorning their faces. You recognize them as your batch's biggest pick me up girls and gossips, people would either go to them to get tea or they'd avoid them at all cost like the plague. You had a couple of classes with them the previous semester and you had one with them in the current semester. Seeing that they were from communications, you were quite glad. But due to the current inevitable truth spilt, you had just been actively avoiding them.
Awkwardly, you smiled at them both, hoping that they were just coming by to say hello. Sadly, there's a 99.9% chance of that not happening.
"Hi," you answered back to them.
"Funny meeting you here, never pegged you to be a gamer," one of them spoke out.
It was irritatingly creepy how they made each other look so similar. The outfits, the hairstyle and colour, the nails? Are they purposefully TRYING to look like twins?
You let out an awkward chuckle at them, "Not really, I didn't come here alone," you said, not really wanting to tell them who you came with, " I didn't know you both like to go to PC Bangs too," you added.
Both of them nodded their heads towards the direction of 5 guys, pushing one another as their eyes glued to the screens in front of them. "We don't go here on our own accords, we're here with the boys," one of them said.
Suddenly, the other one stepped forward and leaned in close to your face, making you slightly uncomfortable, "But I'm not surprised that you're here playing, though," she said.
At that, you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.
"How do you mean?" You asked.
Realizing you just caught her bait, she smirked wider. Her hand reached forward to pat you twice on the head, "I mean you're such a player, bet you like playing games, right? Or you perhaps like to hang around here, looking to rope in more boys into your STD dungeon?"
What she said wasn't even clever, yet they were both cackling as if they had just roasted Albert Einstein. That pissed you off more than the fact that they had just practically called you a whore.
Your jaw clenched tight when they didn't stop their laughter. You tried to hold it in, not wanting to have an outburst in a public space occupied mostly by people from your campus. But by God, shoving a CPU in their mouths seemed like a good idea.
Not being able to stand their laughter anymore, you push yourself up to stand before them. Their laughter died down slightly, noticing how your eyes burn with intensity, as if ready to pounce at them.
"Funny you should say that when that's what you're both doing," you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "What are you talking about?" one of them asked. "An Australopithecus would've understood what I meant quicker than these airheads," you muttered under your breath before continuing, "What was the point of coming up to me here anyways? Trying to prove that you're better than me by telling me that my relationship is a sham? You know what's a sham? Your hair colour, nose, lips, double eyelid, chin, and pretty sure if a door slam to your bodies, your boobs will pop like a fucking water balloon," you spoke in one breath.
Maybe it was the accumulated stress from having to deal with the judge-y shitheads in your class and literally everywhere around campus, or maybe it's just you wanting to channel your anger at something. Before you know it, you took menacing steps to them, cornering both girls against the table behind them.
You jab a finger at one of their chests, "You both act like you're the saints of the campus when fact is at least three fourth of us don't give even a tenth of a fuck for you both so you went on chasing, hanging out with boys because what was it that you said? Befriending girls is too much? We're too much drama? If so, then what are you both? You created at least 87% of the drama that you have ever been into. Did those boys even wanted you two around or did you two just latch onto them like fucking leeches? Call me a whore, call me a slut or whatever 'clever' thing you can come up with, but at least the people I'm with genuinely wants me and I didn't even have to throw myself at them like you two did. I still have my pride and dignity," You spat out at them.
Their eyes widened at your outburst. It was clear that they hadn't taken into account that there was a chance that you'd retaliate like that.
"Fucking parasites," you muttered as you turned your back on them and walked off to the bathroom to calm yourself down a bit, leaving the two girls flabbergasted with people, including their so-called guy friends, laughing and snickering at them.
As you were about to enter the bathroom, you felt hands pushing you inside and bodies piling inside the bathroom. When the sound of door locking was heard, you almost panicked, thinking that this might be a public attack that you'd hear on the news.
But you were so glad when you turned around and see your boyfriends. You let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm yourself down slightly before moving to smack their arms for scaring the shit out of you.
"What the fuck do you-" your protests were cut short when Wooyoung lunged to connect his lips with yours. You let out a squeal at the impact of his body paired with the impact of the sink behind you.
San moved himself behind you, hands clutching onto the edges of your skirt tightly, bunching them up to reveal your panties to the cold air of the bathroom.
"We heard your little outburst outside," San said as his lips latched onto the side of your neck. You let out a muffled 'what?' at him. Wooyoung's lips were preventing you from speaking much as his hands began to prevent you from thinking straight. The way they had magically manoeuvred themselves into your shirt and bra made your knees weak.
"Yeah, we heard everything. Woo had to hold me back from interfering to which I'm glad he did," he groaned loudly next to your ear as his hands move, they wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, "because if he hadn't, I wouldn't have seen this side of you and it's so damn sexy," he growled. You could feel him bucking his hips onto your ass and even with his jeans, you could feel how hard he was. It was a good thing that San was holding onto you so tightly or else you would've slumped so hard onto the floor.
Without any warning, San slipped a hand into your skirt and tugged your panties down to your knees. Before even fully comprehending the situation, both San and Wooyoung hand worked on their pants, relieving their hard cocks from their confines. Their lips must've been magic because you could've sworn that you didn't realize anything until you felt them pressing themselves to your entrance.
The tip of San's cock prodded against your back hole first, as if asking for permission. You moaned at the feeling, letting go of Wooyoung's lips to throw your head back against San's shoulder. San took it as a sign from you to continue. He slowly pushed himself in. With the lack of lubricant, you felt its slight sting.
Wooyoug noticed how you winced at the feeling of San entering your ass. Though the latter tried to distract you by peppering kisses up and down the side of your neck, it proved to not be enough. So Wooyoung reconnected both of your lips as he snuck a hand down to play with your clit.
You squirmed in both of their holds. The slight foreign discomfort combined with the pleasure Wooyoung's fingers gave you elicit a rather new feeling.
It didn't take long for San to be fully nestled in you. Though it would've been wise to get used to him first, you could see how Wooyoung eyed his fingers, wanting nothing more than to slip himself in you.
Chuckling slightly, you took ahold of his working hand, "Woo, I need you in me now," you told him. He looked at you with eyes slightly wide, "You sure? Don't you wanna take a bit more time?" he asked. It was honestly adorable how concerned he was about you even in such an intimate position.
Not saying anything, you pulled him closer to you by his shirt, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two best friends.
"When it comes to any one of you, I can't wait anymore," you said, teeth tugging against his earlobe.
At that, Wooyoung exhaled shakily. You got what you wanted when he suddenly lifted your left leg up to his waist and began entering you slowly.
With one side already filled, you felt extremely full. It wasn't too much for you, but it sure does make you felt like you were about to burst.
"M-move," you told them both as your hands clenched onto Wooyoung's shirt.
They both started at a slow pace, trying to establish a rhythm to make sure that you felt as good as they were feeling. The last thing they wanted was for you to feel like something that they'd use to just merely get off.
The initial foreign feeling changed to pleasure quickly. When you felt both men fell into stable rhythms, you began moaning in pleasure. Their cocks were rubbing and prodding all the right places.
"God, I think I can feel San inside you, babe," Wooyoung groaned.
You unconsciously clenched hard at Wooyoung's words.
San took notice immediately. One of his eyebrows raised in surprise at the newfound information.
"Little slut here likes to be filled to the brim, doesn't she?" he chuckled darkly. One of his hands moved to wrap itself around on your neck. The slight pressure he put on it felt amazing when combined with the feeling both of them provided with their cocks.
Wooyoung's lips planted themselves onto your chest as he pulled your shirt lower. His teeth tugged at your skin, to which you were sure he wanted to leave marks on you.
"Can't answer us when you have two cocks in you huh, babe?" Wooyoung taunted, purposefully biting your nipple through your bra, making you gasp loudly.
Their speed increased significantly. You felt both of their hips hitting you in turns, their cocks also taking turns in filling you. When one slip out, the other slipped in. You were never left empty.
Your high was approaching quicker than anyone could expect. Between the work they did with their lips and their cocks stuffing you, you were actually surprised that you hadn't come any quicker.
"F-fuck I-I-I-" You stuttered out. You couldn't even finish your sentence as you suddenly came hard on them. Your thighs quivered and you clenched them hard to the point that they groaned at how tight you were being.
With your climax accomplished, the two became focused on chasing their own.
"F-first one to cum pays for today's gaming session," Wooyoung said, smirking to San as if he was taunting him.
Through the overstimulation, you managed to smack Wooyoung's shoulder. Albeit weakly. "A-are you- Ah! Are you seriously m-m-maki-ng bets in t-the middle of f-fucking?" you glared at him.
Your question was left unanswered as he only grinned deviilishly.
Feeling sneaky, you immediately slip your hands under his shirt to tweak at his nipples. During your times with him, you found out how his nipples became sensitive when he's about to cum and usually it wouldn't take much for him to cum when you play with his nipples.
His jaw hung open at the sudden feeling. His thrusts became sloppier. After one, two more tugs, you felt him unloading himself inside you. His hips lock in place and his cock twitched inside you. His warm load filling you, making you whine at the feeling.
San chuckled from behind you, "thanks baby," he said, pecking you softly on your cheek, making you giggle. "But now I need to cum in your pussy too,"
Before you could even prepare yourself, he had pulled out of you abruptly. He pushed Wooyoung out of your pussy so that he could bend you over the sink.
"I'm sorry baby, but I really need to cum," he said quickly before plunging himself into your pussy. You let out a yelp as your hands anchored yourself by the edges of the sink.
San drilled into you at an animalistic pace. You looked up the mirror to see San's eyes shut close, eyebrows furrowing as his hips snap harshly against your ass.
Wooyoung's cum made it easier for him to move in and out of you. He even slipped out a couple of times.
You helped him chase his high by clenching your pussy around him. Soon enough, you felt a second load painting your walls. San's cum mixing with yours and Wooyoungs's.
The mixture leaked from your hole down to your thighs and even trickled down onto the floor. Some were caught by your panties but a lot of them fell to the floor, especially when San finally pulled out of you.
The three of you stood silently in the bathroom, trying to catch your breaths after the impromptu bathroom session.
San was the first one to catch his breath. He stuffed himself back into his pants and fixed his clothes. "I'll help (Y/N) clean herself up, you go and pay so we can get out," he said as he began to pull some tissues from the dispenser.
In the midst of fixing his own clothes, Wooyoung paused as he furrowed his eyebrows at San, "Why me?" he asked. San rolled his eyes at the question, "Because you said whoever came first had to pay and you did," he said as he leaned down to wipe the dripping cum from your pussy.
Wooyoung whined at that, "Not fair! (Y/N) made me cum! That shouldn't have counted!" You giggled at his accusation, "I mean, you shouldn't have made a bet when you're having sex with your girlfriend, but..." you trailed off.
Feeling defeated, Wooyoung groaned and pout, "Fine, I'll pay. But I better get a ton of kisses in return," he grumbled as he pointed at you.
You only rolled your eyes at him whilst wiggling your hips to help San put your panties back on.
A/N: Hi there! This is my first work and it's still in the works. I basically wanted to put smn on the blog to keep it from looking barren and also to test out if my tags are working. Enjoy!
Warnings - Guns and violence
Pairing - Choi Jongho x Reader
Genre - Mafia AU
Just as you left the place and were walking back to the parking lot, you thought you heard the cock of a gun and the next thing you knew, Bongsoon was tackling you to the ground after yelling “Get down!”
A shower of bullets followed it, hitting the car you both had ducked behind.
“W-What’s going on?! Are they shooting at us?!” You screamed, blanching as she pulled a glock out of her purse like she had been expecting this to happen. Her hands were shaking though, as she peeked out from behind the car and fired timid shots, each missing.
“Why are they shooting at us?! What the hell is going on?!” You shouted, grabbing her shoulder but she shrugged your grip off, shooting again and you just knew that she missed from the way her hand moved due to the recoil.
“Give me that!” You snarled, snatching the gun from her hands and peered over your cover before shooting at one of the armed men. He fell to the ground and your confidence went up, firing two more shots before the gun ran out and you went back to cowering beside her.
“What now?” You asked, voice small and she stayed silent for a moment until the sound of an engine sounded off and she sighed in relief.
A large car suddenly stopped in front of you, shielding the two of you from your attackers as more men clamoured out of the car and began shooting at them. Bongsoon quickly jumped into the car and left the door open, beckoning you to get in with her.
“Oh no, you must have lost your mind if you think I’m going anywhere with you!” You said, taking a step back and ended up colliding with something that grabbed your arms tightly before pressing a cloth to your face.
pairing: college student bff!jongho x college student gn!reader, featuring Felix and Soobin !!
genre: friends to lovers, fluff ???
word count: 2.3k
warnings: cussing, implied sexual themes, jongho is a simp, felix is kinda loud, and so is soobin (in a different way, sorry y/n), felix u da real mvp (this is one is not proofread yet so expect some errors TT TT)
notes: i wrote this one instead of studying for my exams send help ; also my first time writing out this type of story but i liked the concept so much ! i also listened to Magic - TXT and Not Too Late - ATEEZ on repeat while writing this for the whole day
I am currently cooking food for me and my dormmate Felix on a Saturday when all of a sudden-
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Who the hell is knocking loudly at the door?
"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Ugh, does Felix have a visitor or something?
"Thud! Thud! Thud!" He should really get the door instead of just playing games on his laptop, doesn't he know I am preparing a meal for the two of-
"CHOI JONGHO I HAVE BEEN KNOCKING FOR THE PAST FEW MINUTES-"
"Please let me in!" What are they doing here this time? "Jongho?? Anyone there?" Sigh, I turned off the stove first before getting the door because safety first before the love of my life my friend of three years of course. I don't want anything to burn.
I opened the door and saw Y/N looking like they haven't slept for hours, and they also brought their stuff with them. "Are you gonna let me in or what?" They annoyingly exclaimed. I let them in right after and secured the door shut.
"Alright, alright! Jeez, what's gotten into you today?" I said as I am observing them set up their stuff in the living room, as if they are the ones rooming here not me. Y/N suddenly glared at me with those pretty eyes of theirs asking, "Where's Felix?" As if right on cue, there was a sudden barrage of curses coming from his room.
"There goes your answer, Y/N. He is currently playing league with Heeseung and Beomgyu." I said as I went around the kitchen counter and prepared some coffee. They don't even need to ask for it anymore, I know all about their caffeine addiction since we were in high school. And by the looks of it, they seem to need it right now more than ever.
Y/N complained, "Aw, that's too bad. I wanted to ask if he has some brownies left from his last week's batch." They slumped themselves on the sofa, pouting like a kid who found out that their candy stash is empty. Pfft, they're so cute.
"What?" Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?
"Huh?" I played dumb, hoping Y/N did not hear it. "Oh, nothing. I thought you said something- Wait, is that coffee?" Their face considerably brightened up with smelling the beverage, sitting up from the sofa to head over here. Oh my god, they are coming near me-
"Ugh, you're the best red-haired friend ever!" I stirred the coffee as I said, "Please don't remind me of what I did to my hair! Felix made me dye it bright red because I failed to break five watermelons within three seconds!" I will not forget the shame I had to face when I took on that dare. I will never dye my hair ever aga-
"How many times do I have to tell you? You look good with red hair, Jongho." Oh? I retract my statement. I will keep my hair red for a long time if I have to.
As much as I am thankful for the compliment, I am also kinda flustered, so I changed the subject. "Ahem. How's the taste? Do you need more sugar?" Y/N took another sip, closing their eyes in delight. Mission successful. "No need, you just made it perfect for my taste. As always."
As much as I want to talk to them more, I need to continue cooking so me and my roommate won't starve. "Ah, Y/N. I am sorry but uhh, I was cooking when you got here so I need to continue it." Their eyes widened and looked at me guiltily, "Oh shit, I am sorry. I will head back to the couch and do my stuff there." they apologized as they went around the counter and head back to the living room.
"Don't worry, Y/N! It's no biggie, you can just lounge here in our place for the meantime. I am already done with my papers this week anyway, so I can entertain you for today. Come to think of it, why are you here at this time of hour when you could be relaxing back at your dorm?" Not that I mind, anyway. I wish they could just live with me here maybe if I can convince Felix and Y/N's roommate-
"I wish." Y/N rolled their eyes and continued, "I just wanted a peaceful weekend so I could do my stuff and watch netflix after, but no! I got sexiled yet again!" I almost dropped the plate which I am supposed to put the food when I heard Y/N got sexiled by their roommate again. "Again?! It's the fourth time this week! Have you tried telling your roommate about it?"
Y/N raised their hands up in the air in annoyance and said, "I have been telling Soobin that he should tell me if he is gonna hook-up with people and he keeps saying yes, but I always have to wake up with me hearing him and his hook-ups getting laid! I tried muffling their sounds out with my earphones but I can still hear them!" Gosh, they look so annoyed. Still cute, though. "I just wish that I can't hear the 'Oh, yes!' and the other things they say during sex. Like, ew. I don't need to hear how Soobin is enjoying his sneaky links, you know?"
Yikes, that must be really awkward and uncomfortable. Poor Y/N. "Say, Y/N. Wanna have our movie night right now?" "In broad daylight?" I shrugged, "Why not?" I finished cleaning up in the kitchen and joined them in the living room. "But I thought movie time is," and they air quoted, "-a hassle for you." Squinting at me as if they're mocking me. It's not like I can outright tell them that I always look forward to it without sounding like an eager baby bear. Movie nights, or in this case- movie day, with Y/N are the best. I just like to pretend that I am annoyed by it.
"That's right. I am a busy man you know?" Y/N tsked at me saying, "Sure you are. Being a gym rat and all." Miming a bodybuilder pose to tease me. I huffed at annoyance, but then Y/N's like, "But you always give in, anyway!" Yeah, I am weak when it comes to you. "Tsk, it's just so you wouldn't sulk all over again. I hate it when you do, you become insufferable." "Hah! Yeah, right! As if you're not the one who is actually engrossed whenever we watch movies." Sigh, why are they so cute? (You've said that a lot, Jongho Choi.) I groaned to feign annoyance.
"Hey, you know you love me!" Yeah, I do. "Agh! Fine, just tell me what you wanna watch." Y/N got up to get their laptop from their bag, and opened it to browse Netflix. "This one! Let's watch the Wish Dragon!"
"Is it good?" Y/N nodded, "It has high ratings, so it must be." I told them to set it up so we can sit back and relax while we watch the movie. Well, as relaxed as we can be while you can hear Felix's screams and curses as he plays yet another round of league with his friends.
It has been a while since the movie has started, and so far me and Y/N have been sitting in comfortable silence to focus on the movie. At least, I am focusing on the movie. Apparently, Y/N have dozed off. Must be tired with all the 'noises' that they have to deal with because of Soobin's sexcapades. (Thank you Soobin for driving them out your dorm so they can hang out here in mine Ahem- no, bad Jongho.)
With this, I took the opportunity to study their face as their silky soft fringe falls over their eyebrows, and as their eyelashes flutter due to their deep sleep. Y/N looks so cute hugging the throw pillow. 'Wish Dragon' be damned, this view is better than the movie.
Then with a soft thud, they fell onto my lap. I sighed as I am aware of what type of sleeper Y/N is: a cuddly deep sleeper. This isn't good for my heart! Their cuteness level just goes up even higher when they're like this!
I don't know what had gotten into me but I held them closer and then placed a folded hoodie that I got from the couch under their head so they can sleep more comfortably. I dare not move as to not stir them awake so we stayed like that for what seems like hours, with the movie playing in the background. (And my roommate's occasional noises of agony.)
Seeing them all calm and relaxed on my lap, makes me feel a lot of emotions. From the moment I realized my feelings for them, every moment I spent with Y/N is so bittersweet. So close yet so far, just like how it is right now. Stroking their hair, I absent-mindedly uttered out all the thoughts running in my head.
"Do you remember how we became friends in the first place? We got paired for a biology project about bears and I remember you comparing me to one. I thought you were trying to insult me until you showed me a compilation video of baby bears."
I still recall that moment clearly, when we got assigned to work together. I didn't know how to act back then because we didn't really interact that much until that project.
"I don't exactly know when or how it started, but we became inseparable since then." I muttered as I remember our high school moments fondly. "We would go study at the library together, though it's mostly you napping while I read, then we would go hang out at that fast food stall near the school gate, and then sometimes you would convince me to skip school to hang out at the rooftop where we promised each other to go to KQ Uni together."
"So inseparable that people think we were dating." I sighed as I felt a wave of yearning pass through my heart. I couldn't help my but caress their pretty face with the back of my hand. Y/N looks so peaceful. So lovely. I think I fell in love all over again. "How I wish it were true."
"Why don't we date then-"
My knees jolted upward due to my surprise, and with their head still laying on my lap, I accidentally sent them flying away. "Dude! You almost gave me whiplash! Urrgh." Y/N complained as they stood up and rubbed their nape.
I also stood up to check if they got hurt, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Y/N! I didn't mean-" They just waved me off, "I am fine, you baby bear. Don't worry!" as they reassured me.
Wait. There is one thing that I need to confirm.
"So, Y/N. You weren't actually asleep?" "Yeah, I actually woke up when you started playing with my hair but I pretended to be asleep because it feels good." Y/N confirmed with a blush on their face. T-they're blushing? Oh gosh, Jongho! Focus! "Um, about earlier-"
Y/N had cut me off asking, "Do you mean it?" with a worried look and a glint of hope in their eyes, if I am not mistaken?
I do not know how to speak, all of a sudden. Everything I have been keeping in is trying to break free and I don't know how to process it just yet. Thankfully, Y/N decided to speak up.
"Well, since we're both here in this situation... I guess I should come clean." They took a deep breath and continued, "I realized that I like you for over a year now, and hearing you say all those things just gave me hope. So, I decided to shoot my shot." Y/N had said all that as they fiddle with their pinky, a nervous trait of theirs.
I stared them down as I let everything sink in.
They said they like me.
They said they like me!
I couldn't contain my happiness as I finally realized that my feelings aren't one-sided that I suddenly grabbed their wrist to pull them closer and hugged them tightly. I got more excited when they hugged me back. The warm feeling inside my heart keeps growing as we stayed like that for a while.
As I pulled back a bit, I stared at them. Engraving this moment in my mind. "Y/N, I just wanna tell you that I feel so happy right now that I just wanna kiss you so bad."
"Why don't you kiss me then?" Y/N taunted.
I went ahead and kissed them deeply, pouring all of my love into it. With all the things I wanted to say, and what I wanted to do for them. I hopefully conveyed all of it through our first kiss.
Y/N cupped my face with both of their hands, stared at me for a long time, and said, "I love you."
I can't help but smile. "I love you too, Y/N. For over two years now."
Y/N's eyes widened from my confession. "Two?!" "Uh huh. Beat that." I teased them as I stuck my tongue out. I still love teasing them even in a moment like this, and that will never change. Well, except for our relationship status. "Will you be mine?"
"I am already yours, Jongho."
Suddenly, a door slam can be heard. We both looked at the source and saw that it's Felix standing by his bedroom door, staring at us awkwardly while holding a ziploc bag containing brownies.
He awkwardly cleared his throat, "Uh, do you guys want my brownies? I-I'll just leave them here on the counter after you guys are done hugging or something. Oh, and hi there, Y/N." He left the brownies and quickly went back to his room.
Y/N looked back at me, "Wanna eat brownies?"
I get to eat some delicious brownies and get a partner on the same day. Best Saturday ever.
"Who am I?" is a question that keeps coming up in Y/N's mind. Impossible for her to remember anything from her past since she was found by her adoptive parents in the woods, at the gates of death. A new family, a new identity, that's what Y/N has to be content with. However, the traces from her past remains in her and comes back to haunt her every night. What is the tattoo on her wrist? Who is this man in her dream that seems like the only escape of the harsh reality she lives in? Would she finds answers if she found out who is this handsome stranger?
Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff
TW series: Please, be aware that this story will contains a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, attempt of murder, betraying, drugs, rape, kidnapping, sexual assault, human trafficking, memory loss and symptoms of PTSD. Do not read if you are under a legal age or if you are sensible!
TW chapter: memory loss, attempt of murder on Y/N, dark past, short mention of PTSD symptoms, human trafficking and rape. Once again, the reader as a really dark past so please read with caution..
Everything feels just so empty. My heart, my mind, my memories…my life even is full of a heavy emptiness that I can’t get rid of.
Will I ever be able to pull the pieces of this unfinished puzzle together? Or is it just better to forget my past life and move on into a new one?
“Y/N? Honey, are you okay?” She waved her hand in front of my face, trying to catch my attention with a worried expression “Are you feeling sick maybe? Do you want some tea?”
“It’s okay mom” I smiled “I was just lost in my thoughts, as usual”
She nodded, her dark brown eyes full of compassion. She knew what I was referring to and even though she wanted to help me so bad, she couldn’t do anything for me, it was my own battle.
8 years ago, I was found by my parents in the woods, I was a bloody mess and when they brought me to the nearest hospital, the doctors said I was a miraculous child. I shouldn’t have survived, but I did.
When I woke up, the police were already by my side, asking me questions about had happened to me. The problem is that I had no memories, not even a single one.
“Who am I?” was my first question “Why does my body hurts so much?” was my second one.
I had been shot on my back, the bullet got stuck on my flesh and didn’t get all the way through my body, that’s why I was still alive. Whoever pulled the trigger wanted me dead, he targeted my heart and shot me when I was back facing him, when I was the most defenseless.
The doctors, the couple that I will call later my parents, the police…everyone had one question in mind “Who could try to kill a teenager?”
I stayed in the hospital during two months and I had rehabilitation during a whole year.
It would have been dangerous for me to search for my family, that’s for this reason that the police decided to hide my identity to the public. Fortunately, the couple who had found me in the woods welcomed me in their home, as a new member of their family.
So, now, I’m Lee Y/N, a 23 years old woman who is in her last year of college.
There are still a lot of inconsistencies in the police report. They concluded that I probably had been targeted by a mafia gang. They said that I must have witnessed something I shouldn’t have and that criminals tried to make sure I wouldn’t talk…Ever.
That’s it, not even a single research about the past me, nothing about my previous family and nothing about the tattoo on my wrist that shows what looks like a bar code with the numbers “1.18082014”
I just wish I could find the truth about my existence, wish I could erase my nightmares and live a peaceful life without the chains that still pulls me back to my unknown past.
“All good, students. The lesson ends now. Don’t think about partying the whole week-end, you have an exam on Monday” said the professor in a monotone tone.
I sighed in content and stretched my body, happy to see the end of the day.
I got up and left the facility, my legs carrying me without knowing where I was going. I saw in the distance one of my closest friend, she quickly noticed my presence and ran towards me with her usual demeanor “Yo, broo” she said, pushing me with her butt and making me lose my balance.
“You are so dumb, I swear” I laughed, pushing her back before hitting her playfully on her arm. She gasped and used all her acting skills to make me believe she was in real pain “Sorry, but I’m a better actress than you are” I giggled and started to head home.
“I know you are! Everyone sees you as a pure and untouched angel, they probably think you are still a virgin, but dude you are evil!”
Some people turned their heads towards our direction, intrigued by the noise my friend was making.
“Hyerin! Shut up already, will you?” I whispered yelled but she just shrugged it off without a care in the world “Are you working this weekend too?” I nodded.
“Jeez, Y/N. You need to take some rest too, how can you study and work at the same time?”
“I don’t study, it’s too easy for me”
“Right, you are a genius programmer” Hyerin rolled her eyes playfully “Why do you bother to get a degree while you could easily find a job with your skills?” she asked.
“My parents are…persistent” we both laughed after exchanging a knowing look. Parents could be stubborn when it comes to their child’s studies.
The weather was nice today, the sun was hidden by the grey clouds, it seemed like it could rain at any time. I couldn’t wait to smell this unique scent made by the meeting between rain and grass.
“Oh! Does it bother you if I come tomorrow with my boyfriend to the café you work at?” Hyerin asked after a few minutes passed in a pleasant silence “I could finally introduce you to him! It’s been two months already and you still have never met him” she cutely pouted while crossing her arms in a poor attempt to show her false annoyance.
I smiled and agreed to meet “the man of her life” as she liked to call her boyfriend.
After waving goodbye at Hyerin, I headed towards my home with light steps.
“Hey- Come back!”
I looked back and didn’t get the time to see his face before his chest crashed against my head, encircling my waist with his arms and hovering me with his much taller frame. I relaxed in his comforting grip, knowing I was in the safest place at the moment “How could you just leave me yesterday? I didn't even have the time to kiss you properly!” he whined before looking at me in the eye.
His tanned skin was perfectly matching his dark eyes and hair. His plump lips felt like an invitation, perfectly defined and – oh so kissable.
I passed my arms around his neck, attaching my body closer to his, and kissed him softly where he wanted me the most “happy now?” I chuckled.
His smile widened, showing his perfect white teeth. His sharp nose brushed against mine when I suddenly felt a warm feeling on my back. My head was dizzy, I was confused and scared, the man that was previously in front of me was long gone.
“I’m sorry miss, I’m so sorry. It’s not personal, I just have to get rid of you, or else I won’t be able to see the sunlight tomorrow either.” A much older voice came from behind me. I lost the little strength I had still left in my legs and fall loudly and heavily on the ground.
It hurts. It hurts so bad.
“No! Let me go!”
“Shut up you whore!” a slap came across the beautiful girl’s face, making her cheek get swollen and way bigger than it was supposed to be.
I’m scared. Where am I?
“Now, you are just an object for whoever buys you, get it?” I looked down at the fresh tattoo on my wrist
Everything was too quick for me. I was nauseous and struggling against the naked man on top of me, screaming, begging him to stop using me and my body.
“NO! STOP IT!”
“Y/N!! Y/N Wake up!!”
My eyes shot wide open as I took notice of my surroundings. My mom and dad were in front of me, the small light of my nightstand lighting the room the best it could.
I breathed heavily, sweat covering my body, my hair sticking on my face messily while my mom hugged me, whispering soft words on my ear even though I couldn’t quite understand them.
They stayed there with me as usual, making me drink water and preparing me a hot bath at 4 in the morning.
It was a common thing, these nightmares happened almost every day but fortunately, it wasn’t always that bad. However, sometimes, on the bad nights, I was screaming and kicking not only in my dreams but in the reality too.
Usually, my parents had to wake up my screaming self only once or twice a month, except in August when my nightmares were out of control.
I finally calmed down in the hot water, my head resting on the wall behind me while my body relaxed the more I smelled the lavender scent from the shower gel my mom specially bought for me.
I stayed a long time - as usual - I already knew I couldn’t be able to sleep again today so why would I bother with trying?
When I got out of the bathroom, my mom was there with a cup of tea and a small smile completing her perfectly well-aged face.
“Thank you…” I smiled weakly at her, not able to hide the guilt I was feeling. I knew they hadn’t get enough sleep since I came into their lives, but they didn’t even once blame me for it. They were always so supportive and caring that I couldn’t help but feel my heart aches.
“Dad went back to sleep, do you want me to keep you company or-”
“Nope, I’m fine now and well awake! You need to sleep too, mom. Go! Quickly!” I cut her off, pushing her towards her bedroom with a small laugh.
I soon came back in the living room with the cup of tea my mom had previously made for me. I smiled after the first sip, it was a chamomile tea, my favorite.
I took my computer from my schoolbag and settled myself comfortably on the couch, waiting for the computer to load completely before using it.
My fingers danced at a delicate pace against the keyboard keys in a small tapping sound that I grow to like over the years. I did the same thing as I did every time I had a nightmare, taking a hot bath, opening my computer, drinking my tea, and hacking the site of the national police force in search of clues concerning my life of before. It had become a routine for me, I knew it was bad to hack an official website from the government but I had obviously no consideration when it came to the police. They didn’t even bother to try to find who I was, why would I be easy on them? Plus, I was confident in my hacking skills, I knew I wouldn’t be caught that easily.
However, my research ended with the same failure over and over again. Searching for a teen girl who disappeared 8 years ago was like looking for a needle in a haystack – an impossible mission.
I hummed, not stopping my research when my mind finally processed the information “What the hell are you doing at this early hour Yubin?” I looked up to see my little brother preparing his hot milk “It’s already 7 am you dummy!” I gasped and checked on the hour. He was right, I didn’t see the time passed by.
“Did you take your medicine?” he asked, not stopping what he was doing “I will, I don’t need a baby to remind me this!” I pulled out my tongue teasingly.
“I’m not a baby! I’m seventeen!” he scoffed and crossed his arms “Say the one who still drinks hot milk in the morning” I chuckled before closing my computer.
“I don’t like coffee neither do I like tea! You’re the one with shitty taste! Who drinks chamomile tea?”
“Hey! Language young man! And shut up, you are going to wake mom and dad up!” I said back, putting a finger on my mouth to shush him.
“I hate you”
“I know, I love you too baby bro~”
“I’m not…huh, whatever” he shook his head in a disapproving way and sat down to take his breakfast.
I stood up and quickly dressed in simple clothes, a red top, and black pants before heading back to the living room to eat with my brother.
“So, how is your girlfriend doing? Did you do the naughty with her yet?” I asked before I filled my mouth with a piece of bread.
My brother choked on his milk and coughed loudly “Careful kid! Don’t choke on your milk, what a shitty way to die” I hit his back to help him swallowed correctly “Why are you asking me this kind of stuff?? That’s…That’s!”
“That’s a natural thing, there’s no shame about sex, dude. Take it easy”
Yubin stuttered, his face and ears red. It was a cute sight but I hadn’t the chance to enjoy it for too long, he quickly stood up and ran away from our home, probably joining his girlfriend.
“Well, I should probably get ready for work”
How are you guys doing? It’s been a long time since I last uploaded something. I finished “Until Death do us part” but my dumb computer deleted everything I’ve wrote. Yes I hate myself for this...
I started a new series a while ago. I have wrote 4 chapters for now and it’s a mafia series - yes again lol.
This story has A LOT of dark themes, it was not easy to write and it’s probably not easier to read so please be careful.
Also, if you want to be added in the taglist, just let me know!
Summary: Bang Y/N is the only sister of Christopher Bang the captain of SKZ’s ship. During one vicious fight Y/N is taken as a prisoner on Ateez’s ship. Where she is met with the most aggressive, but most handsome pirates she’s ever laid eyes on. At first, she wants nothing to do with them. She hated everything about them, their scent, their face, their personalities. But once they showed her looks can be deceiving, feelings start to swell, and change. But now, her brother has figured out where she is, and he wants her back no matter what.
in which AJ gets injured during their inkigayo stage & wants the others to continue without him; sakura unexpectedly leans on the shoulder of a stranger.
warning(s): descriptions of an ankle injury (sprain), mental and physical pain, jaehyun making an important decision before conversing with the members, arguing, crying, stress, angst angst angst so if any of these themes make you uncomfortable/are a trigger for you, please do not read!!
notes: i’m not a performer, so i did do some research on the type of injury jaehyun has before i even sat down to write this. i’m no expert in medicine either so if i need to make a specific correction please don’t hesitate to let me know i can fix it! UNEDITED.
tags: @skzfairies [send me a request in my asks to join!]
after sakura finished texting yunho for the first time and talking to her members about it, everything had shifted.
it was the landing. and for some reason, the landing for a big part in the choreography for winter is coming was the one thing jaehyun couldn’t seem to ever get right in rehearsals until he got on stage, and he always ended up just fine, so the problem was always dismissed.
it wasn’t a dangerous landing, but it became dangerous because jaehyun wasn’t able to perfect it during rehearsals, and it ended up not being given a second glance because he stuck the landing safely every time they did a pre-recording and performance of it.
maybe it was chance, maybe it was luck, but today the only luck AJ had was that he didn’t end up breaking his ankle.
they were at inkigayo the day that everything turned sideways, and it was the 1:30 mark of the song when AJ injured himself. he had a transitional stunt (of sorts) where he had to vault over sakura in order to get to the center in time for the chorus. it wasn’t that neither of them were moving quick enough, the transition happens so fast that jaehyun had often struggled to stick the landing properly, and moved too soon to where that he sprained his ankle.
once jaehyun stumbled slightly after landing, sakura automatically knew he was hurt, and it wasn’t long before hyewon and eunwoo knew it too. the three subtly aided their leader when possible, but the second the camera stopped filming them at the end, jaehyun was immediately leaning against eunwoo for help with applying less weight to the injury.
the moment they got backstage, eunwoo got help from one of their staff members with getting AJ back to their waiting room. a fuss wasn’t made about it, but to sakura, everything happened so quickly. she felt the sounds outside of what was occurring had turned into white noise to her.
there was no piece of doubt in her brain about whether it was her fault or not, it was more about what could they do differently next time to keep it from happening.
sakura didn’t realize she was thinking too much until hyewon gently pulled her from her thoughts, telling her that her knuckles where turning white from cleaning her fists too hard while they waited with eunwoo outside the waiting room to hear about what had happened.
another ten minutes passed before their manager had finally let them in, giving them a sympathetic look that sakura couldn’t quite understand.
“so, he strained his ankle pretty bad from that transition, it’s safe to say that he won’t be healed anytime during the rest of promotions.” she explained, gesturing to AJ with the phone she held in her hand. “he also said that he’ll go on a hiatus to heal and recover from not only this incident but his other medical issues. so with that in mind, we just spoke and decided that you three will continue without him, and hyewon will be the temporary leader until he returns.”
sakura felt her heart ache and break into a million pieces at those words while their manager left to get a statement prepared.
why didn’t he talk to his own members first?
shouldn’t they have a say in this, too?
“what do you mean you decided to make us continue without you?” hyewon asked in gradually forming disbelief, summarizing the younger rapper’s spoken words he shared with their manager, turning into a question because she, herself, thought she wasn’t hearing it properly.
“sometimes, the leader has to make an executive decision that they know will be best for everyone else on their team—”
“we know that, but jaehyun this is something we should’ve gathered and discussed no matter what.” hyewon politely interrupted, the volume of her voice hadn’t increased nor decreased, but the clear and present vexation she had was something that the others found foreign and unsettling.
hyewon was battling between the boiling frustration, worry, and sadness inside of her, but she knew that for the sake of the other two members, she had to keep her composure. now wasn’t the time to raise her voice, there was no current time or place for it.
“i get you’re the leader and you know i respect that, but this is absolutely insane. we go on that stage together as four.” hyewon continued, the tone of her voice growing with stress, as she kept her focus locked on the man who was sitting while keeping the ice he was given just minutes ago on his ankle. “it’s always been that way and always will be. any executive decision that involves one of us not participating in any of the work we do, even if it’s a serious injury, needs to be discussed amongst all four of us before you jump to a decision for us.”
“i think i’m speaking for eunwoo and sakura when i say it, but at this point, this isn’t about boosting our image to the public, it’s about teamwork.” the woman added, watching as jaehyun looked over at the two youngest members, who nodded quietly in agreement as they sat on the couch next to where jaehyun was icing his ankle.
“as the dance leader, i’d like to mention that this isn’t just an important lesson to remind ourselves how crucial it is to communicate with each other.” sakura spoke up, at first, her voice was quiet with the uncertainty of whether anyone would listen, but once she got everyone’s attention, she continued on with her point, and her tone was at a comfortably raised volume.
“it’s also one thing if you get injured on stage and have the strength to keep going, of course that’s a professional move.” she went on, “but it’s another if you’re pushing yourself too much and the pain is unbearable, that’s at a point where ‘doing it to be professional’ no longer matters, and if you can move, you should get off the stage and trust that i can adjust the formations and spacing as we go.” sakura explained, “i’m not saying this just goes to AJ, but to everyone. i’ve been dancing in group numbers long enough to know how to save a routine at the last second, you aren’t letting anyone down by knowing when it’s too much for you to continue.”
“it’s going to be difficult, and i can definitely make the appropriate changes. we’re a small group as it is, but now that we’re down one member for a few weeks there’s more space on the stage to fill. understand that the choreography might be a little bit more trickier despite it being similar to the original.” sakura explained carefully, feeling satisfied as hyewon and eunwoo nodded their heads in understanding. the serious side of her passion for dancing had shone through. she’d only choreographed a cover dance, but she already had a lot of ideas for the current choreography, whether it was brand new or revised.
she took her position as the dance leader seriously, like it was a reward for all her years that she’d been dancing for… so she embraced her position with pride.
“and hyung, we better see you resting, hyewon will take care of us just fine, she’ll do your role justice.” eunwoo said, trying to reassure AJ the best that he could. it was more than obvious that despite feeling confident the others could do just fine without him, he was still worried about them and if they’d be as fine as his brain was telling him.
“whenever you’re ready for us, we’ll be ready for you.” hyewon joined in, “only come back when you feel ready, mentally and physically.”
if sakura couldn’t feel stress, she’d be the most happy human on the planet. but right now, nothing could beat the overwhelming emotion of fear as she thought about being relied on for saving the choreography in two days. why was she so confident about being able to do it? she’s never even choreographed one of their own songs yet!
she had excused herself to go to the bathroom after things were no longer heated amongst her and her members, leaning against one of the bathroom sinks as she fought her emotions. her eyes stung in pain from holding in her tears as she covered her face in her hands, ignoring one of the bathroom stall doors that had just opened up.
i just KNOW their waiting rooms were probably chaotic in their own ways 😭😭
okay but jiyu was genuinely so excited because having a collab concert with a group
and she was excited to virtually meet deobis and atinys, too 🥺🥺
girlie went HARD with deja vu
hongjoong, during their first ment: jiyu it’s only our first song and you just went all out—
jiyu: but im excited :((
(jongho just wanted to get jiyu to do aegyo at least once and suffer with him 😭)
(jongho just wanted to get jiyu to do aegyo at least once and suffer with him 😭)
jongho’s knew started acting up (please rest up jongho 🥺🥺🥺) so she stood next to him to help support him whenever he needed :((
their outfits were mainly leather so she was sWEATING buckets
but mama hwa to the rescue!! he occasionally dabbed her forehead and face with a tissue during their ments in between their songs
fever and eternal sunshine were literally her favorite songs to perform but the fact that they were performing them in their black leather outfits made it seem so weird 😭😭
jiyu: “i can’t take us seriously”
mc yeosang: “neither can i sometimes, but why?”
jiyu: “we look like a biker gang and we just performed eternal sunshine and fever”
yunho: “we’re a happy biker gang!” 😄
jiyu: “if yunho says we’re a happy biker gang, then that’s exactly what we are” 🥺😤
lmao pls jiyu’s so whipped for yunho 🥺🥺🥺 (i meAN THIS PLATONICALLY SORRY SUNWOO PLS DONT COME FOR ME—)
^ hELP ITS 4 AM DONT MAKE ME LAUGH 😭😭😭😭
the way yeosang just casually agreed that he cant take them seriously sometimes but honestly i see where he’s coming from hfjsjxjzjxjzk 💀💀💀
despite not having any interactions whatsoever with tbz
that did NOT mean they were letting jiyu off scott-free with the teasing 🤡🤡
hongjoong: “atiny! stay after to support jiyu’s boyfriend after we leave”
jiyu: *choked on her water*
wooyoung: “yeah! she even knows the choreography to their new song, thrill ride!”
mc yeosang: “oh! please show us!”
jiyu: “…it’s been a year and you still act as if we started dating last month” 😭
she still danced the du du du du part of the chorus anyways for their (and deobitinys) satisfaction
sunwoo jiyu best couple 🤧🤧🤧
she danced that in tiny 🥺🥺🥺
performing not too late live always hits different for jiyu :((
hongjoong’s rap verse always gets to her since she really resonates and relates with the lyrics 🥺🥺 poor baby
like atinys swore her eyes were glistening at some point when mingi held onto her hand and started swinging their connected hands back and forth ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
but then they literally transitioned to thank u right after fijsjxjsjx ✨✨
sad jiyu goodbye
there were so many wholesome interactions during this song please—
exhibit a: jiyu tapping hongjoong on the shoulder and bowing to him right when the lyrics went she sings “thank you” at the start of the chorus and hongjoong looking like 😯☺️😄 before giving her a hug :((
exhibit b: mingi looking at her with the utmost adoration like 😄🥺✨ when he let her rap the second half of his rap verse
exhibit c: hwa and jiyu one arm hugging each other as jongho sang the last lyrics of the song
when they were reading the live comments, she was in charge of the ones in english and when she saw all the comments literally FLOOD in
she went 😮😮😮😮 “woah!”
jiyu: “you guys are doing so well,,,thank you!!”
jiyu: “seonghwa so cute”
hwa: “thank you”
jiyu: “…cute in this outfit??” (she doesnt mean this in a bad way, its just that they were in their black leather mv outfits so she didnt think cute was the right word 😭😭)￼
hongjoong, reading the korean comments: “wah…jiyu really looks so good this comeback”
jiyu: 🤨🤨 “…so i didn’t look good in the other comebacks?”
she loves teasing atiny, it’s literally her hobby and they know it 😭😭
jIYU PLS 😭😭😭
the way she looks so offended too hAHAHAH
jiyu not letting atiny breathe pt. 472819 🤧
jiyu found a comment that made her laugh at how intense it was
jiyu: “this one sounds so passionate…jiyu, tell me there’ll be a collab stage with you and sunwoo so i can sleep in peace tonight”
she was sad to break the news that there wouldn’t be a collab stage due to covid precautions ☹️☹️☹️
jiyu: “the boyz sunbaenim are already pushing the people limit with just themselves” jiyu please 😭😭😭
jiyu: “but who knows maybe there’ll be something special in the future so stay tuned…and uh, please get some sleep tonight” 🥲
bby was sad when they were onto the last two songs for their segment :((
she hadn’t performed say my name or hala hala in what felt like years so she was glad to give atinys the 2021 version ✨✨✨
please right before the dance break you could hear her quickly say:
“san please dont break your mic again”
lo and behold she didn’t know if it broke but she definitely saw it fall off
but she had no room to say anything since she literally went all out in that dance break too
the lights dimmed and they had to leave 😔😔
jiyu: “aww…byebye atiny! until next time!”
wooyoung: *pulling her backstage so tbz can prepare for their segment* i read someone’s comment saying that tbz had a different stage and set but idk if that’s true so 😭
requested by @sunlightwoo (8 + reincarnation au) for my milestone celebration !! go ahead and send me an ask <3
pairing ; yunho x reader (gender-neutral)
summary ; you watched him die yesterday. what was he doing following you now?
themes ; fantasy, angst, reincarnation au, soulmates au
words ; 1.2k
warnings / includes ; lots of talks of death, a metaphor involving a weapon, yunho is pretty and smells good but what's new, reader has a stick up their ass me finks, allusions to a vvv heavy past ;-; the two of them have #history
a/n ; i'm rlly happy with how this turned out !! might turn this into a whole ass series or smth 3 i love this concept and dynamic sm so thank you to gina for requesting it :( on another note, i just made a new ficrecs blog, @ichorwoo if any of yall wanna check that out :D
“Leave me alone,” you hissed out angrily without turning around to face the bane of your existence. “You died yesterday. I was there. I saw you.”
“Hello to you, too.” The man一you couldn’t quite be bothered to learn his name一merely tilted his head and gazed upon you with a certain affinity you didn’t replicate. “Fate has a strange way of pushing us together, no?”
The heavens rolled into your line of sight when you cast your exasperated gaze to the bleeding sky. Setting suns meant you had to go back home. There was no time to dawdle with bumbling fools. “Don’t follow me.”
The dull thuds of his boots echoing behind you as you hurried out of the main city didn’t go unnoticed. He was following you.
“When was the last time you died?” he called out, to which you stuck out an unsavory finger without turning back. Perhaps if you ignored him, he would grow bored and walk away. The silent tactic proved to be futile, for he strode up to you with those ridiculously long legs of his until he was right in front of you, walking backwards. “I asked you a question.”
“And I’m not answering.”
It was very much satisfying to watch him ram straight into a street lamp. The pole wobbled beneath his weight. He winced as he rubbed at the back of his rattled skull, before jogging to catch up with you.
“Do you not notice anything different about me?”
The fleetest of glances towards his tall figure made you realize that he had peach-pink locks in his last life. Now, in stark juxtaposition to before, his head was streaked with crimson and ebony; the criminally attractive hue of danger. If that didn’t scream stay away from him, you didn’t know what else did.
Well, maybe the curved dagger he gripped in his hand raised a red flag as well.
“Got a makeover?” you scoffed with a faux grin before dropping it just as quickly as it formed. “I don’t give a shit about what you do.”
“That’s not what I remember you saying when we were trapped in a cave together.”
You cracked your mouth open, but promptly decided against saying anything too rash.
“Nor is it what you said… was it six lifetimes ago? Maybe seven? When we fought in a war together. You cried when I died, right? Held me in your arms and told me you loved me.”
The distant memories he brought up from so long ago had you halting in your tracks. “Those were different times.”
A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “And through all your lives, you’ve never asked for my name.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Too bad,” he leaned close, close enough where you caught a whiff of his fresh citrus aroma and you were forced to hold your breath, terrified of breathing him in. “I’m Yunho.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should,” with a heady sigh, Yunho carried on. “You’re Y/N. I’ve known for about two lives now. Heard the guards talking about you while we were in a holding cell. Remember that?”
You did. “I don’t.”
The sun was now long gone, leaving behind only the faintest traces of light with the stars. They blinked down at you, cold and distant, calculating and vengeful. Just like you.
“Why are you so hell-bent on pushing me away? We’re fate-bound. Why not accept it?” It was evident that frustration was starting to spider through his veins, but he kept a cool visage, staring at you with what you knew as concern. You’ve seen it a million times in a hundred different lives. Yunho cared for you, but you weren’t sure you could quite say the same for yourself. Not now, at least.
Something with what he said didn’t sit right with you. So you thrusted a finger into his chest, prowling forward until you were just a hair’s breadth away from his face. Surprise was what propelled him backwards, until his back hit the brick wall of a closed store. Under the flickering light of the street lamps, you could detect aureate flecks in his irises, wide and curious. Had they always been there? A million resurrections, and you still found new things about him.
There was naught an ounce of precaution in this man, considering how he let you walk all over him. No wonder he’s died so many times.
“Let me make this clear, Yunho,” A tremor crept down his spine at the way you spat his name out with menace. “We aren’t fate-bound. What the fuck does that even mean? Soulmates? Please, don’t make me laugh. Soulmates don’t exist. And if they did, you’re the last person fate would pair me up with. Got it?”
A ghostly breeze whispered past the two of you as you glared at him, tousling his hair so it careened into his eyes. He was a beautiful man; not even a million deaths has changed that. You wondered if you’ve changed physically after so long. Sure, you used to love him in some lives, but that only happened far and few, not even mentioning the shortness of it all. Love was quick to fall from your grasp, blackened sand falling through the cracks between cupped hands. Love only brought pain, a poisoned dagger thrusted between your ribs, corrupting and merciless in manner. Love were the lies that stuck to lungs, the tears clinging to lashes, the trumpet of war you only knew to be your fading heartbeat.
You always ended up losing Yunho, and you weren’t quite keen on reliving that again.
“Crystal,” Yunho replied in a detached manner. He didn’t look too sure of himself. The bottom of his lips found its way between his teeth as he furrowed his brows and observed you. This man was whittled by pure starlight, you were so sure of it, and you had to wrench your eyes from his handsome features to stave away the strange feeling in your abdomen. “You know this won’t be the last we see of each other, right? We always end up entangled in some sort of mess together.”
You had nothing to say to his jab, refusing to admit that he was right. Yunho was one of the only constants, no matter which universe or time period you get reincarnated into, that clingy bitch. You wrinkled the bridge of your nose, shrugging a shoulder before murmuring, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone, then.”
Much to your resigned chagrin, the slight smile that flowered his lush lips almost had your knees buckling as you pushed yourself away from him.
This time, he didn’t follow you when you stormed away, watching your figure disappear as you rounded the corner of a rickety, lopsided building. He wasn’t worried; you were strong and knew how to take care of yourself. He’ll see you again, disregarding your baleful warning completely (in fact, seeing you all riled up sparked an old flame within his chest). And, to be frank, he was quite excited by the prospect.
warning(s): swearing and a teensy tiny makeout session at the end hajdhwhs sorry 😭😭😭😭😭😭
notes: i don’t really have a video in mind for what the choreography is like, but the closest thing i have in mind is this video, with some additional elements from the first half of yeji’s aotm, lisa’s lilifilm 3, and this video!! to put it simply the choreography is mostly very smooth and sensual with bursts of power in between to match the beat; also the gif is mine!!
summary: a few special guests show up to the filming for juliet’s artist of the month performance video.
a/n: LET’S GAUR BESTIES 🤩 uM you might be able to tell who one of the special guests is from the warning 👀 lemme know what you think of this update teehee 👉👈 also fair warning but this is a long one 😭
— taglist: @ateez-elena @shinyddeonghwa @skzfairies @nayuyeons @bat-shark-repellant @nctdream-minji @wayvisionz @atinymonster @mythicalamphitrite @slytherinthedms @atzaria @yunascular @ggukkiedae @woopetals (send an ask to be on/off the taglist <3)
“Whose idea was this again?”
Wooyoung’s eyes flicker nervously over to his leader as their manager chuckles quietly from behind them. “Uh… is that person gonna get into trouble?”
Hongjoong snorts as the small group of five continue to walk down the empty hallway leading to the shooting space. “Only if Minyoungie gets even more nervous. Pretty sure she’ll throttle you if that happens.”
“Eh, Jongho will hold her back.”
“Don’t drag me into this,” the youngest of the four idols protests with hands raised in mock surrender, “I’m just here for moral support, not because of your plan.”
“Don’t lie, you said my plan was genius!”
“So, Chan just has to stick close to me, right?” ATEEZ’s manager pipes up, effectively putting an end to Wooyoung and Jongho’s bickering, “and if anyone asks about him I’ll just say he’s our new manager?”
Wooyoung nods enthusiastically, glad to have someone who’s at least somewhat on board with his master plan. “Right! It all works out because I told ATINY we had a new manager around our age on V-live a while back!”
“Can we go back to the part about how Minnie might get even more nervous if she knows I’m here?” Chan asks, eyebrows creased with worry as he warily eyes Wooyoung for answers. “I don’t want to affect her performance.”
His fellow 99-liner shrugs with a sheepish grin. “I mean… she doesn’t need you here to be a ball of nerves, you should’ve seen her face when she left the dorms earlier.”
Jongho snorts at the memory, remembering just how pale and stricken the girl looked when he last saw her earlier today. “Remember when she was watching The Conjuring alone in her room when we barged in and scared the shit out of her? Same face, I’m telling you.”
“No offence, but I don’t think either of you are helping,” Hongjoong intervenes with a pointed look directed at both his members, taking note of how Chan’s expression had only tensed with more concern. “She’ll be okay,” he reassures, “she was extra nervous because she’s dancing alone without backup dancers, but she’ll recover in no time.”
Sobering up slightly, Wooyoung nods in agreement. “Hyung’s right. Once the music starts playing, her jitters will go away like that,” he says, snapping his fingers at the last word for emphasis before wriggling his eyebrows at Chan, “besides, you’re laying low, so she might not even notice until she’s done filming, by then she’ll definitely appreciate having you here.”
Jongho’s nose wrinkles as he mutters, “All I know is that I definitely didn’t like what you just insinuated.”
“I never insinuated anything! You need to get your head out of the gutter!”
“Okay, we’re here,” Hongjoong says quickly upon drawing closer to the filming studio they’re all familiar with, both groups having been on Studio Choom multiple times. “We should be quiet,” he continues, eyes trained on Wooyoung who lets out a offended whine, “Minyoungie could be in the middle of filming.”
“Have any of you seen the choreography?” Chan asks quietly.
“She wouldn’t let us see,” Jongho answers with an affectionate roll of his eyes. “Something about wanting to get our genuine reactions to the official video, yet here we are. Well, three of us plus you.”
“I heard a snippet of the song when she was practising, though,” Wooyoung announces proudly, “I used an app to identify the song, and found out it’s by Ariana Grande. Honestly, I’m super excited to see what she prepared. Look,” he points to a woman standing by the monitoring screens, “it’s manager-noona!”
The four idols trail behind ATEEZ’s manager as he joins Juliet’s manager, who shoots them a brief glance and a smile as the man speaks in her ear quietly, presumably explaining the surprise visit and… special guest.
The illuminated performance area casts an alluring purple glow to the dark studio as the four boys move closer to the screens; they can barely see the performance area due to the row of staff members that line the edge of the stage, but they presume that filming’s likely under way from the song currently playing through the speakers, as well as the dead silence of the room’s occupants.
“Hello,” Juliet’s manager greets the four boys warmly when they walk up to her.
“How’s Minyoungie doing?” Hongjoong asks in a hushed voice so as to not disturb the other staff members.
“Really well, as expected of our Juliet,” the woman replies fondly. “I was a bit worried because she told me she didn’t really sleep well from the nerves, but she’s still doing amazing. The choreography really does suit her.”
Wooyoung leans in closer with curiosity. “How much did we miss?”
“Not a lot, don’t worry,” she reassures, “I think there’s more than half of the choreography left to get through. You guys will still get to see a lot of it.”
“Cut! Good job!”
A few overhead lights flicker back on, and the once still room comes alive with conversation as the cameramen check the footage while production assistants discuss the rundown for the next shoot. A familiar voice, unmistakably Juliet’s, is heard thanking the staff before she emerges from the crowd of assistants. Her beam is radiant, though still betraying traces shyness, upon realising that her members have now joined her manager on set.
But before she can say anything to them, their hair and makeup staff rushes up to her; one gently dabs away the thin sheen of perspiration from her face and neck while the other fixes her hair, brushing through the slightly mussed strands from the dancing. The four boys take the opportunity to scan her outfit—a corset-esque top in a shade of pale pink with black ribbons and pearls, paired with simple black shorts, stiletto boots, and a gem choker.
Wooyoung whistles when Juliet approaches them. “Look at you, missy! What an outfit.”
She offers a sheepish smile in response, fingers self-consciously toying with the strands of pearls decorating her top. “I have stylist-unnie to thank for. Thanks for coming, you guys. You really didn’t have to, though, you should be resting.”
Jongho waves her off. “Ey, what are you saying? Of course we have to come support you! We’re your personal cheering team.”
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Hongjoong adds.
“Sorry to interrupt,” a new voice cuts in, a woman the ATEEZ members recognise as one of their choreographers, “Julie, the director said you can monitor the footage now. It looks really good too!”
“Oh, okay!” Juliet turns back to her members apologetically, “Sorry, I’ll talk to you later. I’m sure the staff wants to get some footage of you guys here on set anyways.”
“Go, go,” Jongho ushers with an encouraging smile, “we’ll be here.”
Returning the smile gratefully, Juliet gives them one last glance before following their choreographer over to where the director sits.
“Do you think she recognised you?” Wooyoung peers curiously at Chan, who had been silently watching their exchange so as to not draw any attention to himself.
He shrugs. “Not sure.”
Roughly half an hour after her first exchange with her members on set, Juliet finds herself changing into her second outfit for the other half of her performance. She thinks she did a good job staying focused while monitoring the footages—after all, she needs to deliver the best performance possible—but now that she’s alone, she’s finally able to mull over the thought that’s been occupying her mind for the past thirty minutes.
Is it just her, or does their “new manager” look a lot like her boyfriend?
She didn’t manage to get a good look at his eyes, the only part of his face unobstructed by a mask; paired with the shadow casted by his cap, it’s virtually impossible to be certain. Yet, the way he carries himself reminds her all too much of a certain someone.
It can’t be, right? Surely Chan wouldn’t take the risk to show up here when there are dozens of staff members surrounding them at all times?
A light knock on the door has her setting these thoughts aside. “Julie, are you done?” her stylist asks tentatively.
“Y-Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!”
She exhales deeply as she examines her reflection in the mirror; her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, having swapped out some accessories and replaced the first top with a black bodysuit that came with matching sleeves, keeping the same shorts and boots. She thinks the outfit looks nice and complements the concept, but it might also be the most revealing one she’s worn to date. Very nerve-wracking.
“Are you okay?” her stylist questions worriedly when Juliet steps of out the dressing room. “You look pretty, but if you’re not comfortable with this shirt we always have some backups.”
“No, no, I like it,” she reassures with a tight smile. Really, she means it; but how does she explain that she’s nervous because her boyfriend’s quite possibly among the room of people who she has to dance in front of, and alone too, might she add?
“I’m back,” she mutters anticlimactically to her members as she walks past them on her way to the performance area, gnawing on the inside of her cheek when Hongjoong and Jongho frown ever so slightly at her appearance.
The leader levels her a flat stare as he deadpans, “I think your outfit’s missing a blanket.”
“Ha-ha, very funny.”
Wooyoung claps a hand on his shoulder. “Ey, my whole chest was practically out in that vest for my performance, she’ll be okay.”
Hongjoong blinks at the younger boy’s words before his features soften, recognising how his earlier remark probably didn’t help her nervousness. “Yeah, you’re right. Go kill it, Minyoungie.”
She offers a small smile of reassurance. “Thanks, I will.”
Luck isn’t on her side when the director tells her that they need a couple more minutes to ready the lighting equipment, forcing her to hover awkwardly by the edge of the stage when she senses a presence next to her.
A feeling of familiarity washes over Juliet when her eyes lock with his, and she knows immediately—now that he’s right next to her, so close that she could almost feel his body heat—that the mystery manager is indeed Chan.
He hands her a water bottle. “Drink, and take deep breaths,” he instructs quietly, careful so that only she can hear his voice.
She heeds his words, accepting the bottle with her stare averted to the floor while she takes small sips from the straw. There’s so much she wants to say to him; what is he doing here? How did he even get here? Whose idea was this?
Yet ultimately, words fail her. “I—”
“—Juliet-ssi, we’re ready!” the director calls out, “feel free to start whenever you want to!”
Chan wordlessly takes the water bottle from Juliet before giving her a tiny nod; his way of wishing her luck without giving away his identity to prying ears that may be nearby.
Time indeed flies by quicker when you’re doing something you enjoy, is what she realises as filming proceeds. She does her best to block out the nerves, instead immersing herself within the music so as to personify the message of the song through her dance to the best of her ability.
It’s scary performing such a choreography alone especially with its many kicks, pops, sways, and body rolls, but the occasional holler and whoop from her members serve as a reminder that they’re there to support her, while the feeling of someone’s gaze trained on her every movement spurs her to do better than she ever has.
Another hour passes just like that, and before Juliet knew it, the director’s voice is announcing the end of the filming for the performance. Sincerely, she thanks the staff for their hard work with a bright smile despite her physical exhaustion, bowing deeply as a rosy pink blooms across cheeks from shyness when they clap and cheer for her.
Upon tying up a few loose ends for the behind-the-scenes vlog that will later go up on Studio Choom’s channel, she gets the green light to leave set and go home; her three members can’t help but let out endeared giggles as she waddles off set, her somewhat wobbly movements presumably a result of the feet pain from hours of dancing in heels. Talk about duality.
An approaching figure has Juliet stopping in her tracks curiously before she can reach where her members and managers are waiting for her. She doesn’t recognise him, but judging by how he appears to be just a few years older than her, she deduces that he’s one of the production assistants.
“H-Hello, sorry to bother you,” the boy says meekly, his head dipping in a small nod, “I, um—I’m one of the assistants to the camera crew, and I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your performance. You did well.”
“O-Oh!” Juliet stammers out shyly, feeling another onslaught of fiery heat rushing to her cheeks before hastily bowing to him, “thank you so much! And thank you for your hard work today!”
“I hope it’s not too brash of me to ask this, but I was wondering if I cou—”
“Ah, there you are!” An older woman, perhaps a producer, rushes up to them and shoots Juliet an apologetic look. “We still need to review the footage,” she says to the boy with eyes narrowed in warning, and Juliet wonders how much of the brief conversation she overheard. “I’m so sorry to bother you, Juliet-ssi.”
“Oh, no, no. It’s no trouble at all, it’s o…kay…” she reassures, voice trailing off awkwardly at the end as the woman drags the boy away before she can finish her sentence. Deciding to shrug off the odd exchange, she continues to hobble in the direction of her members, mumbling curses under her breath at the aching in her feet.
Wooyoung’s teasing grin is the first thing she’s greeted by as he meets her halfway, extending his arm so she can hold onto it to steady herself. “Aw, does our Julie have yet another admirer?” he coos, free hand reaching up to pinch her cheek. “No wonder Hongjoongie-hyung said he wanted to wrap you in a blanket.”
Shoving at his arm halfheartedly and ignoring his squeaky laughter, Juliet’s eyes scan across the room, subconsciously seeking a certain someone’s gaze. A chill runs down her spine when she finds those familiar eyes several shades darker than they usually are.
She’s alone in the dressing room, carefully removing the heavy earrings she’s been wearing all day for the filming when someone quietly slips into the room. Smiling, her eyes meet those of Chan’s through the mirror.
“I don’t know if I should scold you for taking the risk of being here or kiss you for stopping by.”
He removes his mask and cap, revealing mirthful eyes and a cheeky grin. “Can I pick?”
Rolling her eyes fondly, Juliet crosses the room to loop her arms around his neck, fingers gently toying with the hair at the nape of it as his own arms drape securely around her waist. “Thank you for coming, really.”
Chan leans forward to press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, smiling at the flustered giggle that emits from her. “Wouldn’t dare miss it.” His eyes then flit down to her slipper-adorned feet. “Nice shoes.”
“Don’t judge,” Juliet protests, “you try dancing for hours in stiletto boots!”
“I would never be able to do it,” he agrees before looking her deep in the eyes as he says, “I’m so, so proud of you. You were incredible.”
The ardency in his gaze has her bashfully nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you,” she mumbles into his skin, “it means a lot coming from you, Mr Future of K-pop.”
“Mm, does that make you Miss Future of K-pop, then?”
The loud groan she lets out causes his chest to erupt with movement as he laughs. “You’re so cheesy, my God.”
“Please, you love it,” Chan says before pulling back slightly, his eyes appreciatively sweeping across her décolletage exposed by the straight neckline of the bodysuit.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Juliet quips lightly.
He grins, traces of impishness lingering on his lips. “Just admiring the necklaces.”
“What, I can’t admire my very beautiful girlfriend now?”
“Stop,” she whines, “this is embarrassing.”
One of his hands leave her waist to tuck a tendril of blonde hair behind her ear. “It’s just me, baby,” he soothes, cupping her cheek to let his thumb rub gently over the soft, flushed skin, “besides, I’m telling the truth. You should’ve seen the way the younger assistants were ogling you.”
“Look at you! You’re already getting pouty,” Juliet teases, “so don’t get sulky with me, you know I only have eyes for you.” Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she peers up at him through her lashes to sweetly add, “I love you, did I tell you that?”
The arm still curled around her waist tightens slightly. “God, don’t say it like that,” Chan complains, “I’m this close to losing my self-control.”
“I just said that I love y—” A startled hiss escapes Juliet when her hips come into contact with a cool surface, quickly realising that he’s somehow backed her against the dressing room table she had been previously sitting at. Her eyes dart back to his face to find it within a mere few inches away from hers, darkened gaze trained on her lips.
Suddenly, she remembers the entire point of being in this dressing room—so she could change into the comfortable sweats she arrived in. “W-Wait, Channie, I’m supposed to cha—”
His lips capture hers roughly, successfully swallowing the rest of her sentence; his tongue licks at the seam of her lips, wordlessly asking for entrance that she grants almost immediately. It’s almost impossible to keep up with him, what with the way he’s kissing her with a newfound vigour that she’s never experienced before.
“God, how did I get this fucking lucky?” Chan mumbles against her lips when they reluctantly part for air, “you’re so beautiful, baby.” She can tell he’s about to dive back in when—
The both of them freeze, gaping at each other with comically wide eyes and bated breath. Is it her manager? A staff member from Studio Choom? A security guard?
“I don’t know what the two of you are doing in there,” a voice that’s unmistakably Jongho’s deadpans from the other side of the door in a hushed manner, “but please hurry up because we have to leave soon. You can continue whatever you’re doing in the car—ow! Okay, okay! Fine, you’re right! Okay, scratch that, don’t continue it in the car, please. We ate just before we came here and none of us want it coming back up. Just hurry.”
Juliet swears, if Jung Wooyoung doesn’t stop cackling like a hyena she will—
“Well, that was awkward,” Chan says sheepishly, “am I going to get into trouble with your leader?”
“Mm, we’ll see,” she replies while hopping off the table, already dreading to see the undoubtedly disgusted expressions on Hongjoong and Jongho’s faces, “anyways, you heard him; I’m gonna go change.”
He cocks a brow at her flirtatiously. “You need some help?”
“Yah! I heard that!”
[ juliet’s outfit ]
disclaimer: i only made the collages; credits for the original photos go to their respective owners
notes: her makeup and nails from outfit 1 are kept the same for outfit 2; she added hair extensions bc she currently has short hair but wanted it long for the performance video ahsjhwjs
a/n: refused to sleep until i finished writing this whjswjs it’s late (or early 💀) so i apologise if it’s not very good or if there are any grammatical errors 😭 anyways uh writing this was 😬😬😵💫😵💫 SCREAMS DO NOT LOOK AT ME 🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️ i think i blacked out when writing the m*keout part bc i’m looking at it rn like WTF DID I WRITE HAHSHAJJS🧎🏻♀️
#hongjoong the disappointed parent shooting chanliet judging glances in the car hELP— #what if i wrote about them scaring the shit out of her when she was watching the conjuring #scenarios :: juliet #aotm :: juliet #ateez 9th member #9th member of ateez #ateez ninth member #ateez addition #ateez extra member #ateez female addition #ateez female member #ateez female oc #ateez imagines#ateez oc#ateez au#kpop oc#kpop addition #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #kpop extra member #kpop additional member
summary: He was bad news; it was in fact known all around your campus and yet you caved into his arms. Now you’re reminiscing about your old moments together while sitting on the bus during a rainy day.
song of the day: Troubled Paradise by Slayyyter
The paragraph in bold italic is from the past moments that no longer has association to the present. hope it isn't too confusing as I tried something new.
You sometimes wonder why you made the mistake of falling for someone like him. Someone like Kim Hongjoong.
The steps you took approached the bus stop getting closer as you let your mind wander around ever so pathetically and sadly. You took a big breath as you finally reached the bus stop and impatiently waited for the bus to arrive which will be in 3 minutes.
Soon enough, the transportation stops in front of you before you quickly rush to get into the bus and find a seat where you can rethink about your life situation and how you let yourself fall so low again. And you did, which you chose to be at the very back, occupied with your earphone that plays music to suit your mood as the bus closes its door as the weather starts to cry, maybe they are sad for you too.
And they do have the rights because in fact, it’s a very tragic love story that ended with you being in a deep misery.
As long as you grew up, you remember yourself not having much exposure to the outside world. You were always by yourself with a few friends who are as devoted to books and studies as you are. Your parents hardly let you have fun too. And that is why, you were able to immediately get accepted into all 5 colleges just after 4 days of applying.
The rain drops, which are imprinted onto the bus’ window at your side that sit nearby, reminds you of the first time you met Hongjoong. Despite having a reputation as a sinner, he was sweet, incredibly funny and oh, so kind. And so, you chose to ignore all the rumors and the cries of many girls who were dumped by him because you were blinded by love.
You were the happiest when he asked you to be his partner. You couldn’t fathom the excitement of finally being someone to someone, and most importantly, a guy who everyone warned you about.
“Sooyoung, you wouldn’t believe who just asked me out!” You squealed like a little girl as the three of you, Sooyoung and San, walked into the restaurant.
“Oh girl…. don’t tell me it’s him.” She expressed her deep disappointment in your choice and you were stunned, as you weren’t expecting that kind of reaction coming from her.
“I mean… we’re both happy for you but don’t say we didn’t warn you.” San warned you as your group of friends find a place to settle and order food.
“Yah. If he ever dares hurting you, we both will be at his doorstep.” Sooyoung gave a response and you know deep down that they both weren’t pleased by who your boyfriend is.
The start of every relationship is beautiful; beyond each imaginations and what they could’ve asked for. Hongjoong spoiled you, making you feel like the only person in the world. He shared his pain, laugh, happiness and stress with you. It didn’t take long before you completely worshipped him as your entire being and every breath you took, you only saw him. He had you wrapped around his finger. And he returned the same to you, which made your heart delighted.
He was your first love, it doesn’t matter what kind of past he has. At least he was yours now. One word from him and you'll be ready to do as he pleases.
“I want this fish plushie!” You poured, pointing at the fish in the machine as he chuckled before pointing at the one that wasn’t in the color you wanted.
“This?” His eyes attentively moved along with the medal of the machine that grabbed the little bears and every kind of plushies in there.
“No!” Your sour face made him chuckle.
“I’m just kidding! I know you wanted the one in pink.” He teased before going back to grab the plushie in the wanted color and when the sound of the said animal hit the machine as it rolled down and dropped, you were more than ecstatic and kissed him on his cheek.
That was the first time you’ve ever kissed him in public space.
His obvious affection and your secret hidden way of showing one was a perfect combination. Something he’d never tell you but he found it adorable. You both continued to spend more time together, sticking as if you were glue, so attached to him.
Your friends noticed how happy he made you and they apologized for getting the wrong perception based on the rumors, which you told them it’s fine and that they were looking out for you. And they began to like him too.
San and Hongjoong began to hang out and sometimes the 5 of you, which includes Yuri, who is the one Sooyoung was seeing, spent all night gaming with no plan to rest at all.
“I’d fucking crash you in this!” You yelled out with your boyfriend’s body seated so close to you on the couch. Your hands gripped on the controller tightly as your eyes did not back away from the screen, afraid that Hongjoong would come back to kill your character.
“You won’t, you fucking suck at this!” He exclaimed and for a moment, you almost dropped your controller and smashed it against his skull instead of focusing on defeating his character who stood so smugly in a hill of mountain.
“God, look at them.” Yuri gushed to Sooyoung while looking at you and your boyfriend. “That’s some true love shit.” Your best friend agrees with her date while swooning over how adorable you two are.
And there came the moment when everything started to fall apart. He became cold, distant and avoidant and you were hoping that the sweet Hongjoong you knew would come back again and reassure you that everything is fine. You being you, tried everything in your power to see him one last time.
“Joongie, should we go on a picnic today?” You asked with a smile on your face, having just gotten back from your course and now walking out of the campus. “We both are free and it’s sunny today. I checked the weath—”
“No.” His answer was firm, cut clear and no beating around the bush. It took you by surprise that this was the first time he ever rejected an offer like that as he usually would love to spend time together with you.
And he walked away, leaving you clueless and dumbfounded. That was the first sign that you should’ve taken, not just nodding your head and thinking he wasn’t in the mood and needing his personal space.
The heavy rain that sympathized with your tragic love story, along with the time that comes within reminded of the gap that started to get more and more obvious as it progressed into your relationship. By the time you noticed, it has been 6 months. 21 September marked your half a year anniversary together.
You received nothing, not even a single text to make up for it. In fact, your phone notifications were dry and you were overly excited that your phone was ringing with a call while you were reading a book and tossing your electronic device away from you. You had hoped that he would apologize about his lack of presence in your life lately and perhaps, how busy he was.
Only to meet with Sooyoung’s voice from the other line.
“Y/N! Let’s go out as the 4 of us. It's Yuri’s birthday today and I planned to surprise her!” She exclaimed with so much enthusiasm that you almost smashed your phone to the ground due to frustration that it wasn’t.
“What time will you pick me up?” Your voice was tender, not showing a hint of excitement for the get together after days of haven’t met each other.
“7:30 pm. I’ll pick my girlfriend up later at 8.” She spoke sharply and noticed the lack of happiness in your voice but saved it to ask after the gathering ended.
You had the best time of your life but socializing wore you out. You weren’t the one to help plan out the surprise but your heart swells at how much effort your best friend planned to make her girlfriend. And it reminded you of your own boyfriend, which you didn’t bring up during the conversation until Yuri asked you.
“How’s Hongjoong and you?” Yuri threw the question ever so blatantly and it made you shocked as it was out of nowhere nor anybody saw it coming.
“G-good.” You were on the edge, struggling a bit to respond to her question but thankfully kept your demeanor in check which Yuri didn’t suspect but San did notice and raise a brow in your hesitation to answer, as if you were trying to cover something up. And all of you continued to bite down on your meal.
A group of people, specifically 8, who sat in front of you before made their ways to leave the bus, leaving you and perhaps, merely 15 more including you (you counted out of boredom and curiosity) remaining on your seats as you noticed the bus hadn’t reached its destination. You sigh in relief as you begin to think more.
And the storm that rang so loudly that it startled you, catching you off guard by surprise. In a way to remind you that your first ever relationship was a disaster, just like the ruined and watered weather that shared your pain, to which you’d never have the heart to express to others how hard it was for you to simply face the reality.
Your relationship with him began to show all the signs of unpleasantness. But you being you, couldn’t bring yourself to leave nor acknowledge that what he’s been doing was hurting you. He had you wrapped you around his finger and he knows it.
“Y/N, i told you that she’s just a friend!” His frustration was obvious and you weren’t buying it at first. You were convinced that you’ve been a possessive lover but even you knew that his so called girl best friend is way too close to be considered as a pair of people who are in just a platonic relationship.
“Then why did you look way too friendly with her?” You yelled back with your raising higher as the time dragged itself. “Call me a jealous bitch all you want but we both know that gesture is way too friendly for fuck sake!” And there came tears that rolled down on your reddened face.
“Why can’t I just have female friends? You’re just my partner, not my fucking mom!”
This caught you by surprise, and he must’ve realized that it was too harsh as he took a step closer to you and approached your body before tightly hugging it and whispered out ‘I’m sorry’ a million times and promised to mark up for the lost time and you let him, just like a fool you were.
The constant cycle of him using you and making you feel as if you were that possessive partner only made your paranoia worsen up. You didn’t know when you became so miserable and the only way to distract yourself from all the constant toxicity that started to reveal itself was to study and you had no direct plan on how to control the situation. At least that’s what you thought of it.
God led you to your fate and saved you from being potentially blinded further by his perfect smile and cold yet warm aura as you were on your way to surprise him on his birthday, which will be tomorrow. Unfortunately, it rained so hard that you had to stay inside the shop and as you were choosing your outfits, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend at the other section, kissing his said female friend that he told you not to worry about.
You felt you went numb. And you couldn’t physically move. You bite down on your tears as you watch them both serenading one another with the biggest crack in your heart. Your head was spinning but that didn’t stop you from texting Hongjoong to come to the back of the shop to have a discussion. His brows were furrowed together until he caught your figure not so far away from him.
The bus finally reached your destination and it had stopped raining, as if it was waiting to dry off despite it being 7 pm by the time you did. You get up from your seat, hurriedly to get off the bus and it wouldn’t take long before you reached your apartment complex.
You quicken your pace as you let your mind wander off to how your relationship ended. And you were thankful you did even if it’s a messy way.
“She won. I’m not her.” You stared him straight into his eye, telling him you were serious. The tears that were threatening to spilled from the time you first witnessed his unfaithfulness is now display at its mercy,
“Baby please-” He was trying to reason with you but you didn’t buy into it. “I hope you didn’t use her like you did with me. Fuck you.” And you ran out of the store, having bought your clothes instead of his.
The rain that mixed with the salty tear of yours as you took each step to get away from where you were reflected how you take each step in a chilly weather to finally rest in the comfort of your tiny apartment with your slightly less aching heart, compared to the one from when you were a pathetic, hopeless mess.
Quickly, you reach your apartment. And although you’ll never be able to wipe him off from your consciousness, it’s a lesson to learned. And you smile off bitterly.
He woke up from his sleep, frantically searching for his surroundings. He calms down a bit, seeing his bedroom and the light rumble of wind out. He gets up from his bed and moves towards the window.
“What the hell was that?”
“Oh c’mon!”you whisper yell at the kid in front of you, who was answering unnecessary questions to the guide on how to maintain a butterfly garden. Your friend giggled next to you, making the kid give you a stink eye.
“Now, now; you all can go and see these pretty creatures, but don’t touch anything!” You hear your teacher and guide yell.
You move towards a glass door, overlooking the butterfly garden of a blue monarch butterfly.
“Did you know,” you begin. Thinking it was your friend near you, “these butterflies symbolise joy, rebirth, and-“
Your words get stuck in the throat when you hear a deep voice completing your sentence.
Kang Yeo Sang. Book Club president, and your crush.
“Surprised how I know this?”he asks, tilting his head, making your face heat up.
“Well,”he continues, “I love butterflies a lot. These ones are pretty special, you know,”he says, pointing towards them. You nod your head in agreement, making him smile.
“I love them, too,”you say, making him look at you, “they make me feel what comfort feels like.”
He looks at you and smiles absent mindedly, staring back at the glass door, at the butterflies.
“Yeo!”you hear a shrill voice calling out towards you, making both of you turn back.
“You really didn’t need to shout, you know,” Yeo Sang mutters, making you giggle.
“Where’s the fun in that then?”the guy wiggles his eyebrows & smirks, making the other guy let out a sigh in exasperation.
“Let’s go,”Yeo sighs, making Woo giggle. Before following the younger male, he turns back to you.
“I know a place where you can find more of these and more species,”he says, making your eyes widen in excitement.
“I know one too! Let’s go see your place first, then mine!”you say excitedly, making him giggle.
“Of course, haha. Let’s meet after this,”he says, “give me your phone. I’ll put my number in yours,”he says, handing you his phone and taking yours. After saving each other’s contacts, he smiles and you both bid each other goodbye.
After an hour or so, you all leave, making way towards your home.
“Hey!” You hear someone calling out, making you turn your head back.
“Hey,” you see a giggly Yeo Sang near you, “let’s go?”
After walking in a comfortable silence for twenty minutes, you reach a place which seemed oddly familiar to you.
“Welcome,”he says, walking into the colourful array. Your eyes widen in surprise, making you grin.
“This was the place I wanted to show you, too!”you jumped in excitement, surprising him.
He sees you giggling, when you see a butterfly sitting on the back of you hand, animatedly talking to it, and it staying so calm as if it was hearing and fluttering its wings now and again, as if understanding what you were saying. He sits on the soft grass, a soft smile spreading on his face.
You look at him and smile, letting the butterfly fly away.
“This feels nice,”you mumble, making him hum.
“It feels so normal,”he replies, making you smile at him.
He turns to look at you.
You pick a flower and place it near his ear, making him raise an eyebrow.
“You look pretty,”you giggle, making him roll his eyes at you.
“These butterflies make me feel safe,”you say, eyeing them fly up.
What you say next sends his mind and heart in a frenzy.
“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.”
He freezes in his place, unable to understand. The thing was, he had been getting these weird dreams recently. He feels that those have some connection with his past life, but really doesn’t pay heed much.
“Yeo? You good?”your question startles him, breaking him from his trance.
“Yeah, yeah, absolutely,”he smiles, making you smile, “you’re pretty.”
That abrupt confession surprises you and he facepalms due to his sudden frankness. But your giggle makes it better.
“Thanks, although that was sudden,”you say, making him smile. You both walk back home. You bid each other goodbye. Spending time with Yeo Sang makes you wonder why his presence felt so familiar. You think about the dreams you’ve been seeing. You look at the sketch you drew, lying on the stack of books on your study table. You caress the cheekbones of the drawing with your index finger.
“Who are you, and why do I get this feeling like I’ve known you my whole life?”
He wakes up, seeing that nothing changed. He gets up and walks towards his window. He stands there, eyes closed, letting the cool breeze caress his face. He looks into the distance, the rising sun overlooking the city.
“Who are you? Why do I feel that I know you?he mumbles. Unable to sleep, he takes his phone from his nightstand. He comes across a word that spikes his curiosity.
“Huh,”he mumbles, “Déjà Vu.”
He looks up the word.
“The experience of thinking that a new situation has occurred before,”he reads it aloud, and looks outside the window. He has indeed felt your presence oddly familiar, although you have never talked before except for a few book exchanges at the book club at school. And the scene from before makes him confused.
“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥é𝘫à 𝘷𝘶?”he mumbles, hoping his voice reached to you.
On the other hand, you’re wide awake. Your window opened, the cool morning air making it peaceful.
You walk towards the window, the drawing in one hand.
“Yes,”you whisper, holding the drawing in front of you,