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  • strawbinnies
    18.10.2021 - 5 minutes ago
    nothing but fun, laughter, and joy
    #txtnetwork#moasource#soobin#yeonjun#beomgyu#taehyun#hueningkai#choi soobin#choi yeonjun#choi beomgyu#kang taehyun#huening kai#txt #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #gifs#kpopgfxnetwork #this ep makes me sohappy!!! #they make me so happy #i just love to see them having so much fun
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  • nikihere
    18.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    TXT icons + twitter headers

    Don't repost!!!

    Only like and reblog

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  • sweetrainwrites
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    tomorrow x together masterlist

    ➵ main masterlist


    ♡ = fluff

    ♢ = angst

    ♤ = suggestive

    ♧ = requests

    ☆ = collaborations

    wip = work in progress 


    one shots

    ➵ lipstick stains | (wip) ♡ ♤

    ➵ vocal training | (wip) ♡

    ➵ pump-king | (wip) ♡


    one shots

    ➵ he’s just my neighbor | (wip) ♡ 

    ➵ mismatched | (wip) ♡


    one shots

    ➵ the sweetest treat | (wip) ♡


    one shots

    ➵ you’re my home | ♡ ☆ | 1.7k

    after a long day at practice, taehyun comes home seeking comfort from you, and you’re more than happy to take care of your poor, overworked boyfriend. 

    ➵ pumpkin spice punch | (wip) ♡


    one shots

    ➵ cereal killer | (wip) ♡


    ➵ halloween 2021 | ♡

    inspired by traditional halloween activities and the idea of txt taking part in them.

    © sweetrainwrites 2021

    #tomorrow x together #txt #tomorrow x together fanfiction #tomorrow x together x reader #yeonjun#choi yeonjun#soobin#choi soobin#beomgyu#choi beomgyu#taehyun#kang taehyun#hueningkai #kai kamal huening #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #reader insert#sweetrainwrites
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  • gyujun
    18.10.2021 - 3 hours ago

    My friends don't understand me anymore / Can't You See Me - TXT MV shots

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  • bangchan-fairy
    18.10.2021 - 3 hours ago

    I forgot to mention this the other day but I went to the mall a few days ago and I got 3 albums, and I'm overall really happy with my pulls so I wanted to show them to all of you! :D

    First I got TXT's The Dream Chapter: Star, and that little Yeonjun picture in the yellow holder is literally the cutest thing I've ever seen djevehe I'm so happy I own that now :D


    And finally I got NCT's Resonance Pt. 2 which was SO DAMN EXPENSIVE and I also literally cannot believe they only put 2 cards when there are SO MANY MEMBERS IN THAT ALBUM but my pulls are still cute hehe :> (The sticker that's missing is one of Taeil fishing that I gave to my sister to put on her phone since she's Taeil biased)

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  • dirtykpopsnaps
    18.10.2021 - 4 hours ago

    Here’s the request for Yeonjun!

    #dirty kpop snaps #kpop snaps#dirtysnaps#choi yeonjun #choi yeonjun smut #txt yeonjun #txt yeonjun smut #txt#txt smut
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  • webangchan
    17.10.2021 - 5 hours ago

    ✧✦ stick shift ✦✧ yeonjun x fem!reader 1.3k words kinks & warnings: semi public handjob, mentions of a d/s dynamic, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, dirty talk, teasing, cum eating, pet names.  inspired by these pictures because i am a feral little gremlin.

    “What are you doing?”

    Your fingers stop at the edge of Yeonjun’s shorts, all movement paused by his query. While looking straight ahead through the windshield, you shrug. 


    Yeonjun’s eyes are burning holes in the side of your head and he only stops staring once the traffic in front of you begins to crawl forward. The city’s website for local happenings has already posted about the accident a few miles ahead; you pulled out your phone to check the site for any news as soon as everything came to a stand still. 

    “It'll be at least thirty minutes until we can get off of the highway,” you tell him. You scratch lightly at the skin of his thigh and your touch makes him shiver. “And as you know, it's hard to see much of anything through the tint on your windows.”

    Yeonjun already knew you were up to no good and your words merely confirm it. You start slowly, almost meekly, the tip of your pinky sliding under the hem of his loose shorts. Yeonjun doesn't say anything so you continue on, pinky and ring finger creeping up until the web of skin between your middle and ring fingers catches on the hem. The hairs on his legs stand at attention when you palm his sensitive inner thigh, softly stroking the skin before you slip the rest of your hand inside his shorts. The angle is admittedly a little difficult but that has no chance of stopping you. 

    “Oh? What's this?” you ask with a grin.

    Yeonjun hisses out a breath between his teeth when you palm his half hard dick. His fingers are clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles white, and you're delighted by your findings. 

    “No underwear? Aren't you a naughty boy~”

    You turn your hand over and grip him lightly, your knuckles digging into the neat, trimmed hairs above his cock.

    “You're really pushing it,” Yeonjun states. 

    You finally turn to look at him and the heat in his eyes has you biting back a whimper. He's referencing your attitude this time, not your actions. The muscles in his forearm shift as he adjusts his grip on the steering wheel and his attention is once again stolen by the cars in front of you trudging along. He slowly eases down on the gas pedal and you’re spurred into action. With your fingers curled firmly around his shaft you stroke his cock, a bit more gentle than he usually likes, to make up for the lack of lube. You place the pad of your thumb on his slit and rub the head in lazy circles, spreading around the precum his cock has been leaking.

    “I didn't know you would like this so much,” you say while pretending you’re wholly unaffected.  Yeonjun knows you too well, though, so he's not falling for it. The way you rub your thighs together is more than enough to give you away. 

    “Don't lie, baby. You know how much of a freak I am.”

    You suck in a startled breath when Yeonjun’s right hand comes down to slap the top of your thigh. It stings a little and only serves to make you ache that much more.

    “And I know how much of a freak you are too,” he states while dragging his touch up your thigh in order to cup your heat. Your grip on his cock loosens when he rubs two fingers up and down your covered pussy, his muffled touch sending you reeling.

    “Oh, baby.” Yeonjun’s tone of voice is soft, almost mocking, and it makes you even hotter. “You're so wet I can feel it through your leggings. Do you love touching my cock that much?”

    You swallow harshly and nod, eyes unfocused. The back end of the car in front of you is nothing but a blur. You regain your wits enough to continue pleasuring Yeonjun, your grip firm and strokes quickening as his cock spits out more precum to ease the way. He's hot and heavy in your hand and you'd love nothing more than to yank his shorts down and lean over to take him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. 

    Yeonjun sighs and slouches a bit, his focus solely on the road ahead. It looks like traffic is starting to move more steadily now so he needs to pay attention. He gives your pussy a light, teasing slap before placing his hand back on the steering wheel. 

    It doesn’t take long for traffic to slow down again and when it does, Yeonjun lets his head fall back against the headrest.  With half lidded eyes, he sweeps his tongue across his plump bottom lip.  You watch the movement of his tongue with rapt attention and push your thighs together in a vain attempt to relieve some of the ache.

    He knows how much you love his lips.

    “I’m close, baby,” he whispers.

    Yeonjun picks his head up and shakes it minutely, trying to clear some of the fog in his mind.  Your eyes are glued on his face, your gaze dancing across all of his beautiful features as you work to make him fall apart.  He digs his teeth into his bottom lip and his dick twitches in your hand before he comes, making a mess of your hand and the inside of his shorts.  You work him through it, wanting to prolong his pleasure and milk him for everything he’s got.  A quiet hum from Yeonjun lets you know when you can stop and you reluctantly let go of his softening cock before trying to maneuver your hand out of his shorts without making things worse. 

    Once your hand is free you twist it to and fro, looking at the streaks of cum decorating your fingers.  While staring at Yeonjun -- even though his eyes are firmly on the road -- you pop two fingers into your mouth, licking and sucking on the digits to clean them of his release.  You quickly follow suit with the rest of your fingers, gut tightening when he cuts his gaze to you and lifts an eyebrow.

    “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he asks with a smirk.

    You shake your head and drag your fingers out of your mouth, leaving behind a trail of spit that you don’t bother to wipe away.  Yeonjun loves it when you’re messy.  His smirk turns into a genuine smile when he spots the exit ramp he needs to take and he flips the turn signal so he can get into the right lane without incident.  You settle back into the passenger seat and wince at the way your damp panties stick to your folds.

    “Looks like we’ll be home in ten minutes,” Yeonjun says, more relaxed now that the traffic jam is behind you.  His hand sneaks back onto your thigh and you keep your legs spread open as much as you can, hoping that he’ll give you some relief.  All Yeonjun does is stroke the inside of your thigh, not quite close enough to where you really need him.  He’s doing it on purpose, of course, and you whine lowly.

    “Hush, baby.  I’ll take care of you as soon as we get home, okay?”

    You pout and stay silent which Yeonjun doesn’t like.  He digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh and you whimper, one of your hands shooting out to grab his wrist.  You don’t try to pull his hand away and simply use him as an anchor.

    “I said that I’ll take care of you as soon as we get home.  Alright, princess?”

    As soon as you hear the word ‘princess’ fall from his lips, you know that you’re going to have a long night ahead of you.

    “Yes, Sir.”

    You can’t wait.

    #yeonjun smut#txt smut #choi yeonjun smut #txt yeonjun smut #by velma
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  • crowhyun
    17.10.2021 - 5 hours ago


    (woah i’m giving my fics a name?)


    Prompt: Soobin’s world was lonely. He resided in a dark place unknown to the eyes of a mortal. He would only surface to devour the souls of evil when their untimely death arrives, but nothing more. It was until he was met with a mortal. A mortal that held more darkness and evil in them than he’s ever seen. If only death would’ve taken them, their soul would be his, but that wish would not come true, and for an unfathomable reason.

    Genre: smut, fluff, angst 

    Warnings: violence, gore, blood, murder (you’re a serial killer..), smut (vaginal penetration, pretty soft and vanilla, yal are neither dom nor subs. It’s Kind of disappointing, but the focus is not on the smut)

    Words: 7.4k 

    Thunder and lightening blasted through the sky, the moon covered by thick clouds. Rain hailed down onto the ground, the sound of the pelting a comfortable one. The streets were empty, of course, as the thunderstorm didn't seem like it was going to let up for a few hours at least. These were the moments on the surface that Soobin thrived in. He didn't like the big crowds of people or the bright, sunny days. Sunny days weren't ideal for a reaping of an evil soul, and even Lucifer knew that.

    But he was brought here for a reason.

    He looked around, trailing his eyes from building to building. He was in an alleyway, a few feet away from the main street where few cars drove. He tried to feel the energy of the soul that's drawn him here, and he felt a pull from across the street. He started walking, cars going right through him, unphased by it. He was nothing but a malevolent spirit on the surface. His energy was felt, but his body was not seen. He liked it that way.

    Once crossing the street, he stood in front of a bar. The bar was closed for the night, as he could tell by the lights turned off and the neon lights dimmed. This must be it.

    He walked through the wall to get in, the sound of the rain becoming muffled by the bricks. The bar was eerily silent and still. He slowly walked around, feeling the energy of every object before he felt strong pull through another door that had stairs leading down into a basement.


    He didn't bother taking the stairs, instead phasing down into the dark basement. It was too silent for anyone to be down here at the moment, but the energy of the dead was too palpable. All it took was a glance up to see a man hanging in chains from the ceiling, blood pooling from his empty eye sockets and his mouth. Soobin took a breath in, sighing as he looked at the damage. Whoever did this was either not human, or had very little humanity in them. He knew he'd be seeing them years from now.

    He walked to the hanging man, taking his bloody hand, and simply yanking on it. The force didn't pull the man's hand, it instead pulled his spirit. It was only a dim version of him, darkened to show the evil that resides in him. Once fully pulled out, his spirit looked around, confused.

    "Who are you?" He asked, his voice raspy and quiet. His eyes were wide, not taking account into what was above him.

    "That doesn't matter." Soobin said. "You've passed, Gundae." Soobin looked up and the man slowly did so as well. Soobin could feel his energy blast with fright at seeing his beaten body.

    "Is this a nightmare?" The man's voice shook. "Are...are you an angel? Are you going to take me to heaven?"

    Soobin almost felt bad. He frowned. "I'm afraid not. I'm sure you'll have time to reflect on what you've done in life once you wake up in hell."


    Oh, if only the evil would look deep enough inside themselves to see. Soobin didn't answer any further, his large hand puncturing through the man's abdomen. Only good spirits' pain went away after death. But for evil...pain would last until the end of time. That was evident by the way the old man screamed in pain, unable to escape it by death this time. Soobin moved his other hand to the hole punctured in the man's abdomen, and he ripped him inside out, the spirit disappearing into little specks of enflamed ash. Not only was he gone in the human world but he was gone in the spirit world, most likely working as a lowly slave in the depths of hell.

    He felt the energy of the soul dissipate slowly, leaving in his place a cold and empty space. Soobin made his way out of the empty bar and back out where the rain beat the ground mercilessly. He made his way back to the alley, crossing the same street. Then he suddenly stopped. A girl walked past him. She had no umbrella, just like him, but he could see the water droplets bounce off from her. Though, that wasn't what made him stop. It was the fact that he felt an energy so strong that it couldn't be one of just a human, especially since that energy was dark, the spirit almost completely shrouded in evil.


    "Full occupancy." The old man said, pointing to the sign on the motel window that said the same. You looked at the sign, a frown on your face as you were getting desperate for a place to stay for the night.

    "Are you sure?" You asked, hands in your pockets as the rain continued to drench you. You glared at the man as he stayed nice and dry behind the window. You didn't understand how this dingy motel could be full occupancy, anyways.

    "Yes, I'm sure." He said. He held no empathy for you, obviously wanting to go back to sleep. You sighed, clenching your jaw.

    "Whatever." You murmured, leaving the window. You didn't want it to come down to this, but you had no other choice. You waved your hand in the street at an upcoming taxi to get in. "Densdale Apartments." You told the driver. You looked out of the window at the passing by buildings and every motel you went to that was full occupancy.

    The taxi pulled up by the tall apartment complex, and you got out, paying the amount needed. You searched in your wallet, noticing how little cash you had after paying. You could've walked.

    You entered the apartment building, sneaking past the sleeping landlord in her office as you made your way to the third floor. You reached inside of your satchel, taking out the pocket knife that rested there. You hoped for this to work like it has a thousand times already. Approaching a door that said '3F' on it, you entered your knife into the lock, wiggling it around before eventually turning it, successfully unlocking the door. You smiled to yourself, and entered the apartment. It was dark, of course, since it was nearly two in the morning. Your ex that resided in this apartment was probably sleeping soundly in his room.

           You decided to sleep here for the night, not caring about him waking up and seeing you on his couch. This was your apartment, anyways, before he changed the locks and kicked you out.

           You plopped yourself onto the couch and got comfortable dispite your wet clothes. You had no other clothes to change into, anyways. You'd allow your brain to ponder on your worries once you’d wake up, but for now, all you needed was to close your eyes and rest.



           Ah, there it is. You opened your eyes, the sun shining brightly through the blinds. You felt so groggy, you knew you probably hadn't slept for more than four hours. You looked over to the one who had rudely woken you up.

           "What are you doing in my house?!" Your ex yelled, his face twisted into confusion. You watched as he panicked in anger, amusement written all over your face.

           "Chill out, Cheol, I only needed a place to sleep." You spoke with a raspy voice. "Since I did get kicked out of my own home."

           "Don't tell me to chill out!" He yelled. "I changed the locks, you shouldn't even be able to get in here!"

           "It's not that hard to pick a lock, dumb dumb." You said, getting up. "But I was going to leave, anyways, so you can pipe down."

           "No. I don't feel safe knowing you can get into my home whenever you want." He said, and he reached for his phone. "I'm calling the police."

           "Hey, hey, now, don't do that." You said, waving your arms back and forth. "I just said I was going to leave, let's not make this any more complicated than it needs to be."

           "You're crazy, (Y/N). I should've had you locked up a long time ago." He said, and he started dialing the police. Before the phone could even ring, you rushed to smack the phone out of his hands, it dropping to the floor. "Wha-"

           You then stomped on it multiple times, effectively rendering it useless.

           "What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled at you, pushing you out of the way so he could bend down and look at how damaged the phone was. "You're going to have to pay for this, you bitch!"

           "I'm not paying for shit." You said. "I can't go to prison, Cheol."

           "Well, I'm sorry there's consequences to your actions." He said. "I should've never gotten involved with you. I knew you were crazy from the beginning. Just know this building has surveillance cameras, now, and I will be going to the police about this so you can get what you deserve-"

           He coughed out air as your foot harshly impacted his his stomach, him going from a crouched position to laying on the floor in pain. He struggled to gain his breath back, holding his stomach and heaving.

           "You've left me no choice, Cheol." You said, crouching down on your knees with your pocket knife out. He noticed the light flint from the metal and his eyes widened as he tried to scoot away from you. You stood up, kicking him in his stomach again, and once again just to keep him down. You watched as he coughed, spluttering up blood on the hardwood floors. "Y'know, I do wish we've never gotten involved with each other. I did date you just for your money, anyways. Who would've known that even with all that money, you still decided to steal from me?" You watched in silence as he couldn't recover fast enough this time. "Well. You won't have to worry about that for any longer." And with that, you took your pocket knife, slicing right through his neck, arterial blood splattering wherever it could, including your clothes that were still damp.

          You grimaced, standing up to get away from the blood. Cheol was dead, now. This was something you had wanted to do ever since he abandoned you. Now all you had to do was find who exactly was in charge of his money. But first, a change of clothes.

          You went to his bathroom, stripping out of the soiled clothes and stepped into the shower, washing the sins off your body. You had gone through this many times. Killing, hurting, crime. Through it shook you down to your core at the mere thought of doing things like this years ago, nowadays, it served to fill in a hole that would probably never be full again. Yet, it doesn't hurt to try. It doesn't hurt you, at least. You only had one person to blame.

    You stepped out of the shower, drying off and changing into some of Cheol's clothes much to your disgust. You had no other choice, really. While you were still there, you decided to rummage through some of his stuff, seeing if you could find some money. After a few minutes of looking, you emerged out of his room with his wallet that had a pretty hefty sum that would get you through two weeks, at least. Once you softly closed the door behind you, you froze. Cheol's lifeless body was still there, of course, but you noticed a man standing right by the body, looking down at it. He was a tall, slim man dressed in all black with a dark look in his eyes, skin pale, and almost translucent, as if he was only a hologram.

    It was like your heart stopped as you stared at him. How did he get in? Who was he? Was he going to go to the police? Why was he just staring at the body like that?

    You shuffled slightly, you feet making the quietest sound that even you could barely hear, but the man suddenly was looking right at you, his gaze piercing into your eyes. Then it was as if you only blinked, and the man suddenly disappeared, the room suddenly getting cold. Your breath was still caught in your chest as you held onto the wall, the room eerily silent.

    You had no idea what had just happened, but it made your heart race as you were filled with anxiety. You had to get out of here, now.

    You rushed to pick up your satchel, dropping the wallet and pocket knife inside, deciding the clean the blood off later. Looking at the dead body once more, you rushed out of the apartment, keeping your head down so that the surveillance cameras couldn't recognize you. You would have to stay in a hotel tonight, especially after what you just did.


           It's been weeks since you killed Cheol. You saw how the police found his body, but there was no trace of the suspect, just like it always went. But that wasn't what you were worried about. You had been back and forth to the library, researching about the man you had seen that day.

          Every search pulled up articles and papers about the angel of death. You were never one to believe in things like this, but your condition only forced you to come to terms with it.

          Yet, with all the descriptions about this 'angel of death' that you read, the man you saw didn't match any of them. Maybe he was the grim reaper? But he didn't match the description of that either. Even amongst all of this researching, you hadn't fully thought about the fact that you can see him. These articles only show how they're invisible spirits, not able to be seen by a mortal.

          But then again. You weren't mortal.


          You figured the only way to find out exactly who he is was to ask him yourself.

          And that's how you found yourself in an empty warehouse in the dead of the night, blood splattered across your face as you dropped the metal crowbar to your side. You didn't kill this man for no reason, of course. He was being rude to you when all you wanted was the directions to the nearest hotel. You've traveled so far that you were unfamiliar with the city you were in. There was no reason to be rude, but it didn't matter anymore, because he was dead.

    He put up quite a fight, evident by your harsh breathing as you stumbled back, falling on your butt. All you had to do was wait for the man to show up. Angel of death, grim reaper, whatever he was. You waited until you felt a chill down your spine. That's what happened when spirits were near, right?

    "What are you?"

    You gasped loudly as you heard a soft voice right in your ear. You turned your head to see the man from before, showing up like you had expected. Had he just asked you a question? You couldn't remember, but your heart was beating a mile a minute. From this close up, you could see just how dark his eyes were, as black as could be.

    "W-who are you?" You squeaked our, cringing at how weak and vulnerable you sounded.

    "Who are you?" He repeated back to you, then looked over at the dead body on the floor. "The third one. And the third time that I've seen you. Why can you see me?"

    "L-look, I know nothing about anything, I-I-I just, I just wanted to know who you were."

    "So, you killed a man?" He asked. You didn't answer, knowing it was quite evident. "You're evil." He whispered.

    "So what?" You were quick to defend yourself. "Are you the a-angel of death or something?"

    "Very far from that." He said, eyes squinting at you as if he was offended. "I wasn't insulting you. I was just observing you. You don't feel like a regular mortal."

    "So, does that mean you're not a mortal?" You asked, still trying to figure out what he was. He looked at you without emotion.

    "What are you?" He asked once again, voice showing small sparks of annoyance.

    "I'll only tell you once you tell me what you are." You said. You realized you were haggling some spirit guy who came whenever you killed someone. And for some reason, he was entertaining you.

    "Prince of death." He said. "I reap evil souls. Souls too dark that the angel of death could not handle."

    "So, there is an angel of death? What's the difference between you two?"

    "I told you who I was. Now you do the same."

    "What will you do if I don't?" You asked him. He didn't answer you, getting up but you quickly got up after him. "Wait. Just answer my questions and I'll tell you. I promise."

    "Petty human promises have no effect on me." He said.

    "Well, as you know, I'm not your ordinary human."

    He looked down at you into your eyes as if he was searching deep into your soul before he spoke. "I'm a demon. The angel of death is an angel. I come from hell to reap the souls of evil, as I said. Souls like yours."

          "Why do you think I'm so evil?" You asked, stepping closer to the man with a smirk. He was quite handsome. Nothing less to expect from a demon. They were made to be good-looking. He wasn't phased by your switch of nature.

         "You're a murderer." He said. "And I can feel your energy. Dark, vile, and empty... anymore questions for me?"

    You looked down, frowning at his description of you. Dark, vile, and empty. If he were to say it, what makes it false? You shook you head.

    "Now...what are you?"

    "Immortal." You said. "Cursed by a witch a century ago."

    "Hm. Why haven't I seen you until recently?" He asked more to himself than to you.

    "Why? Have you been enjoying coming to me?" You smirked, gaining your confidence again.

    "You're rather bold to flirt with a demon." He said, face stoic. "But I don't come to you. I come to collect the people you kill. Now, if you don't mind, I have a job to do."

    It was as if he blocked you from his mind, going to work on the poor soul. Should you say poor? He was evil after all. You watched as he tugged on the mans hand, and he did a few motions, but you couldn't see the soul of the man.

    "Why can't I see him?" You asked. "I at least want to tell him that he was rude for being mean to me today."

    "Well, you just did." The demon said. "He's right here. He said 'fuck you'."

    "Wha-" You frowned. "Well, that's why you're dead and I'm not."

    "Okay..." He did some more motions with his hands, then turned back to you. "I'd appreciate it if you don't argue with the spirits next time."

    "Next time?" You raised a brow.

    "I'm certain I'd be seeing you again." He answered.

    "Ah, then I must know your name then, prince." You smiled.

    "You can call me that. Or you can call me Soobin." He said. "Whichever you prefer, (Y/N)." Then with that, he disappeared from your eyes. You weren't sure how he knew your name, but you also didn't know what demons were capable of. All you knew is that you were weirdly drawn to him, and you’d make sure to see him again.


           You weren't in the mood to kill. You were a bit tired, honestly, but a few good things would come out of killing the old bartender that obviously had a thing for young girls. Anyone, including the bartender, could tell that the girls sitting a few seats down from you were barely even 18, and their IDs were fake. The bartender didn't care, though. He shamelessly flirted with the girls and made sexual innuendos, the girls laughing uncomfortably.

           You watched as the bartender went to go tend some other customers and you made your way over to the girls.

           "Go home." You told them. They looked at you confused. "It's no good to be here at this age, some men will prey on you. You'll thank me when I'm older." You gave them $20 to pay for their drinks, and surprisingly the girls listened to you, scurrying up out of the bar. 

           There were few people in the bar at this time, so all you had to do was wait it out. You slipped on your drink as you saw the bartender make his way down to you.

           "Ma'am, do you have any idea where the girls that sat over there went?" He pointed to where they were before. You grimaced at an old man like him calling you 'ma'am'. 

           "I'm guessing they went home." You said. "But why talk to them when you can talk to me?" You smirked. He bit his lip, obviously checking you out. You faught the urge to gag, but you knew you had him for the night. 

           You sat there entertaining his terrible flirting until there was only the two of you in the bar. His demeanor changed from seductive to lustfull as he rounded the corner of the bar and walked to you. 

           "So, what do you say we release some tension right here, huh?" He spoke, his face far too close to yours for comfort. You got up from the chair, softly caressing your fingers over his shoulders as you walked behind him. You decided that you didn't want this to be messy. You eyed your satchel that rested on the bar top, just within eyes reach. He was a pretty scrawny old man, you didn't think you'd have a tough time bringing him down.

           "Alright, old man." You whispered in his ear. "As long as you let me take the lead." He shuddered, and you knew you had an effect on him. You slowly reached for your satchel, eyeing his wrinkled neck. 

           "With pleasure." He spoke. And with that, you went for the kill. You wrapped the strap of your satchel around his neck with quickness, holding it back tightly with all of your strength. He loudly choked, clawing at the strap, but you didn't let up at his struggling. The man was taller than you, but you used you height as an advantage to pull him down more with your strength. He dropped down to the floor and you followed him down, watching with a smile as he got weaker and weaker, eventually falling limp. You stood on edge for a minute more to make sure he was dead.

           "I knew it was you." You flinched as you felt the room temperature fall. If that's not enough to tell you the man was dead, then nothing else will be enough.

           You turned around, seeing the pretty demon. "Long time no see, prince."

           "It's been a week, but sure." He said. "What was your reason this time?"

           "The logical reason was that he was a predator." You said, standing up and facing Soobin. "The slightly less logical reason was that I wanted to see you."

           "I see." He said. "Will this be a reacurring thing?"

           "Mhm." You nodded.

           "Hm. You must think you're doing the world a favor." He said, crouching down at the dead man.

           "Aren't I?" You asked. "I'm only a hero wrapped in the clothes on a villain. Life is boring as is."

           He looked up at you, his face perplexed. You raised your brow in question. "What did you do so bad that a witch cursed you to be immortal?"

           You pursed your lips. "...my first kill was her husband. I didn't mean to kill him, but there's no such thing as an accident in her eyes. She's most likely dead, now."


           "Is there any way to become mortal again?" You asked. "You should know, right?"

           "Uh, not exactly." He said. "I was born immortal, and I've never really made conversation with a mortal like this. But, if I had to guess, there probably is a way to become mortal again. But why would you want to become mortal?"

          "Why wouldn't I? Living on until the end of time is torture. That's why it's a curse." You said.

          "But...then you'd end up in hell."

          "I know that." You chuckled. "It wouldn't be so bad, would it?"

          "Well...for someone of your caliber, it wouldn't be horrible." He said.

          "What's that supposed to mean?"

          "There's a hierarchy in hell." He said, turning back to the dead man. "I'll tell you about it next time." You frowned as he went to work on the soul in front of him, then turned back to you.

          "Is there anyway I could see you without having to kill someone?" You asked, coming close to him.

          "You could kill yourself, but we know that's not possible." He smiled. "Just kill the right person, and I'll be here. Until next time, darling."

          Then he was gone.


          "You won't leave me prematurely, right?" You spoke to Soobin once he showed up to collect your most recent victim. He looked at with with a smile as if he was meeting up with an old friend.

          "Depends." He said, then looked at the body. "I see you've chosen a more...violent way of killing tonight." He looked at the blood splattered around the hotel room. "Were you angered?"

          You sighed. "Self defense. I was brought here against my will. I thought he would be perfect for you." 

          He chuckled. "You're right."

          "Hey, prince?" He raised his brow in question. "You like me, right?"

          "Hm. Sure. In a way a demon would like a human." He said.

          "But technically, I'm not a human." You said, stepping closer to the man.

          "You are a human, just...under a special circumstance." He said. 

          "So...I'm too human for you?" You pouted.

          "What do you mean, 'for you'?" He tilted his head. You slowly raised your hand up to his chest, hesitating a bit as you didn't know if you could touch him or not. 

          "You know what I mean, prince." You said, placing your hand on his chest, which was surprisingly solid, yet he radiated zero body heat.

          "Are you trying to seduce me so that I could find a way for you to be mortal again?" He smirked.

          "Maybe." You shrugged. "But who knows...maybe I just really like you."

          "And you want me to like you..."

          "That wouldn't be so bad."

          "I wouldn't say I like you like that." He spoke softly. "But it's not impossible to get me to."

          "So...I have a chance."

          "Sure." He smirked. "But fair warning...if I do end up liking you, say...fall in love with you...I'll just have to take you down to hell with me. Does that not sound scary to you?"

          You smiled, biting you lip as you felt his cold large hand press around your waist. "I'm not scared of anything, Prince. As a matter of fact...that sounds ideal."

          "Hm. Then you better try hard, princess."


          Oh, how to make the prince of death fall in love with you? He's not like every other person on this planet. Has he ever even been in love? Does he know what it feels like?

          It seemed like no matter how many evil souls you gave him, he wasn't satisfied...could he even fall in love? 

          Nothing was worse than feeling like you are so close to something that feels like it's only a few inches away from you, only to be miles away. Did he know that's how you felt? That as time went on, your feelings decided to grow for the demon while his stayed the same?

          There was so much repressed anger inside of you, so much desperation. Was it healthy to see the prince? Probably not. Was it healthy to go on a killing spree? Definitely not. But it was too late.

          It was a bloodbath. A dozen bodies lay dead on the floor. Some might've been good, some might've been evil. You didn't feel guilty. You've lived far too long and have seen far too much for things like this to effect you. 

          "Oh, princess." There he was. "Poor, poor princess."

          "Don't pity me." You spoke to the demon behind you. "I have no remorse. They obviously deserved it if you're here."

          "What's gotten you into such a frenzy, hm?" He asked, walking around to face you, his cold hand caressing your bloody face. "My princess seems distressed."

          You flicked his hand off of your face and scoffed. "Your princess? Aren't I the one chasing after you? You can cut the sweet talk."

          He frowned. "Is that why? Darling, you do love me, right? Is that why you're in distress? Because you don't think I love you back?"

          "Be honest, Soobin. Are you even capable of love?" You asked him.

          "I'm not sure." He said quietly. "How could I know, when I've never been in love?"

          "Then..." You sighed, feeling your anger for him dissipate. "What do you feel?" Your voice broke in desperation.

          He frowned and looked down as if he was trying to look for the words to explain. "Do you know a way that demons bound to hell could bring a human down with them as their partner?" You shook your head. "All it takes is a kiss, princess. And I...want to kiss you. I do. But you don't want to be with me for eternity, (Y/N). I live in a state of darkness. A cold, empty darkness, where the only freedom I could get is when I have to reap souls. If I were to kiss you...it would just be us in the darkness. All alone for the rest of eternity. I'm afraid you don't love me that much, and I love you too much to allow that to be your fate." You watched as you reflected off of his black eyes without knowing that this reflection was all that he saw. It was all that he wanted to see for the rest of eternity. But...did you want to be that reflection trapped in his dark eyes? Or did you want to stay here, living an immortal life, constantly killing to see the only one who's given you meaning? Soobin noticed your silence and nodded. "I guessed so."

          He walked away from you, tending to the spirits in silence, the room becoming colder and colder. Once he was done, he looked back at your silent figure.

          "You know...you don't have to kill any more people just to see me." He spoke. "If you really want to, all you have to do is call me loud enough. I'll be there." Then he dissipated from the air, leaving you alone in the cold room.


           You hadn't seen him in weeks since then. You had been barricading yourself inside of different hotels, hiding from the fact that you’ve killed all of those people at once, and the whole city as well as neighboring cities are on edge. You didn’t think they’d catch you, of course. Since you were immortal, you were practically dead a long time ago. You were nothing in this world. How could they catch nothing?

    But the idea of you being nothing only made you think of Soobin. To most of everyone in this world, he was nothing as well. He was a ghost, a spirit, a demon. You weren’t sure if you could see him due to the darkness inside of you or maybe it was the fact that you were immortal.

    “I'm afraid you don't love me that much, and I love you too much to allow that to be your fate."

    It was as if that phrase just popped up in your head without warning. It was a phrase that had plagued you since you heard it. You had fallen in love with that demon, yet you weren’t able to conceptualize the fact that he was in love with you, too. But what hut your heart the most was the insecurity he had showed you within that sentence. You had never seen him so vulnerable, nor did you think he could be that vulnerable. Did he really think your love for him was only surface level? 

    Maybe that was his image of love that humans held for each other. But with all the people you had made a mistake of loving in the past, this love was something that settled deep inside of whatever heart you had left. You had nothing else in this world. Nothing to make you want to be here. Your only wish was to have a reason to be. Now that that wish is true, would you want to be with that reason for eternity?

    The room suddenly ran cold. The hairs on the back of your neck stood as you looked around the hotel room from your bed. “Soobin?”

    The man in black appeared right beside you. You wondered why he was here. How he was here.

    “You were thinking about me.” Soobin said as if he read your mind. “Quite loudly, may I add. If you don’t want me here, I could go-“

    “No.” You said, grabbing ahold of his cold hand. “Why…why would you think I wouldnt want you here?”

    “You haven’t called me for weeks.” He said, his voice cracking softly. Was he…hurt?

    “I just needed time to myself.” You said. “As you would guess, the last time I killed someone, there was a ruckus. And…I didn’t exactly know what you meant by call you.”

    “Ah.” Soobin nodded. “I guess I was being too mysterious with that.” He said, earning a chuckle out of you. there was a few seconds of silence before he spoke again. “What were you thinking about that brought me here?”

    You blinked a few times, deciding if you should tell him or not. What else were you going to do. “Do you really love me as much as you said you did? Honestly.”

    “I have no reason to be dishonest with you, princess.” He said. “I dont exactly know what love is, but if it’s the feeling of wanting to be with you for eternity, then yes. I do love you.”

    “But…you haven’t known me for eternity.” You said. “It’s only been a few months. How do you know that you want to be with me for that long?”

    “I’m a demon. I’m not anything like a human.” He said. “I don’t need time to determine my choices. I didn’t need time to find out who you are, (Y/N). I know everything I need to know about you, and it’s all from feeling, not time. That’s why I don’t believe you could love me nearly as much. Because you rely on time and not on feeling. All it would take is a few years for your love for me to wear out, while I’ll continue loving you forever.”

    “Then be selfish, Soobin.” You said, tears lining your eyes. “You’re a demon. You’re evil, right? So be selfish. Kill me so that I can be yours forever. If you love me like you say you do you’d do it.”

    He wiped a tear that escaped down your cheek, his face close to yours. His lips were only a few centimeters away. You could only lean forward and then be his.

    “That would be evil, wouldn’t it?” He spoke softly. “To trap you with me in the darkness. But it’s not a good thing, (Y/N). It’s a punishment. How could I convince you?”

    “You can’t convince me.” You said. “I know what I want, and what I want is you. I don’t care if I’m a human, my mind will never change for however long as I live. Please, Soobin…”

    You thought he was going to kiss you right then and there, but his head inside and went into the crook of his neck, his arms hugging your waist tightly. You were surprised by the sudden embrace. “You’re making this hard for me, (Y/N).  I’m trying to hard to be good here. I really am, but you…you want me to trap you. Why would you want to be trapped with me? I just don’t get it.”

    “Soobin…I should be dead.” You said. “If it wasn’t for that witch, I would’ve been in hell right now. There’s no other reason for me to be here. All I do is kill…I kill just to see you, Soobin. Why do that for eternity when I could just be with you?”

    “Think about it.” He said, looking back up at you. “Think about it at least.”

    You sighed, only wanting to go with him now, but you knew he wouldn’t let up. “I will. My mind won’t change, but I’ll try to think about it for you.”

    He dug his ace back into the crevice of your neck. “Thank you.” He mumbled. You two laid comfortably in silence for a few minutes. He was so cold to the touch, but your love for him made him feel warm. You didn’t know how that was possible, but it was. This cold demon wanted to be good for you. That doesn’t seem possible either. But he loved you so much that he wanted to do the impossible. But you wouldnt allow it.

    “When do you have to go back?” You asked him, noticing how he usually would leave you after a certain period of time.

    “When you stop thinking about me.” He said. “Please…don’t stop thinking about me. I don’t want to leave just yet.”

    “The only way you’d be able to leave is if you take me with you.” You said. He sighed against your skin, or at least it sounded like it. You didn’t feel any air from him, but that was self-explanatory. 

    “You’re so warm.” He said, his hand caressing your waist from under your shirt. “It feels so lovely.” His hand didn’t stop as he slowly touched every piece of skin that he could, and when you shivered, he stopped. “Am I too cold?”

    “N-no…it’s just…” You trailed off.

    “Oh…” He seemed to notice where you were getting at, but he said nothing more, continuing to touch you. “You know…if I were an angel, I wouldn’t be able to touch you…I’ve never been so glad to be made of sin.”

    “Would you be able to touch me if my soul wasn’t so dark?”


    “Then…we’re made for each other, I think.” You smiled, earning one from Soobin. He kissed down your neck, his lips cool to the touch.

    “Yeah…” He said between kisses. “You’re perfect for me.” 

    You were in complete bliss, watching as he placed kill after kiss on your supple skin. Slowly, but very surely, he managed to slip your shirt off, exposing you bra-clad chest. His eyes were unable to show emotion, but you could tell the reflection of yourself in his eyes were a reflection of how he saw you, and in that moment, you seemed so beautiful. 

    You arched your back to his lips as he placed kisses over the swell of your covered breasts, his hands coming up behind you to unhook your bra. Once your top half was completely bare, he moved his hands to up your breasts as soft as ever. You wondered if he’s ever done this before, but knowing he was just born with so much knowledge of the world, it wouldnt be a surprise to you if he knew what he was doing.

    “You’re so beautiful, princess.” He said, his tongue kitten licking your hard nipples.

    “Really?” You moaned out.

    “The most beautiful in the world.” He spoke truthfully. “More beautiful than any demon, than any angel.” His words warmed your freezing heart. If he said it, what makes it false? You wanted to kiss him on the lips so badly, but you knew you’d anger him if you did so, and this moment was too perfect.

    He made his way down your body, taking off the rest of your clothes to leave you completely naked underneath him. You didn’t even have to ask for him to take off his clothes, revealing every inch of his cold skin that made you want him more. You looked down his body, finally laying your eyes down on his cock that stood long and thick. You were ready wet from his ministrations before, but you felt yourself get even wetter, wanting to feel him deep inside of you. Soobin hovered over you, the tip of his cock pressing against your folds before pressing in. He pushed himself inside of you all the way to the hilt, his head going back into the crook of your neck as he groaned. You clenched around him, the stretch slightly painful, but not bad.

    He kissed your neck tenderly, most likely leaving marks. “Are you okay, princess? Is it good for me to move?”

    “I’m fine. Please move…” You said softly. He complied, shallowly thrusting inside of you. You closed your eyes, the feeling of his cock inside of you a feeling you could get used to. He treated you so softly and delicately, like you were going to break, and you loved that. You could hear his quiet groans as he slid in and out of you, his hands grabbing a tight hold of your hips.

    “So warm” He mumbled. “So tight.” He moved inside of you with more fervor, and you held onto him tightly, feeling his tip hit one of your sensitive spots. You called out his name softly, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. His moans were right in your ear making this whole experience more pleasurable. For him to be someone who doesn’t feel much, it made you feel special that you could make him feel this way. It only reiterated the fact that you wanted him to yourself for eternity. 

    He moved faster inside of you, getting closer to his climax, and you clenched around him, the wetness of your pussy loud in the room. It only took a few more thrusts for you to cum. As you came you wrapped your legs around him tightly holding him close to your body as he continued to thrust into your unbelievably tight pussy, groaning as his climax came. It was like both of your orgasms were minutes long, the both of you moaning in pleasure, holding each other like it was the last time you’d ever be able too.

    After the intense orgasms, you two laid together, Soobin on top of you, his cock still impaled in you. You felt tired, your eyes threatening to close.

    “My princess…” He spoke softly, his hand caressing your face.

    “Yes, my prince?” You replied quietly.

    “Have you thought about it?” He asked, raising his head to be face to face with you. You knew exactly what he was talking about.

    “I have.”

    “And you still want to be with me…forever?” He asked. You lifted your hand to caress his face just like he was doing yours moving some of his black hair out of the way.

    “Forever and always.” You spoke as he leaned into your touch. 

    “Then kiss me.”

    And so you did. You kissed him without hesitation, your lips meeting up with his soft ones, both of your eyes closed.

    If someone were to see this moment, they’d see how the two of you suddenly disappeared into nothingness, leaving the hotel room empty and colder than it was before. There would be no trace of you left in this world, none of your warmth left to settle here. The suspect to the murders would never be found, and there would never be a lead. All there would be is the death and removal of evil souls. Maybe you were a hero. You’d always be seen as the villain, but that didn’t matter.

    What mattered was the fact that you were where you were always meant to be. In the Prince of Death’s arms as you two twirled together in a dance, deep in the darkness of hell. The two of you would dance together, happier than ever for all of eternity. 


    AN: the smut wasn’t very good but I was in my feelings with this one so i made it very soft lolol i hope you guys like it!


    @yuto-darling @all-for-kpop @yanderetyvn @junniesavidreader @hueningkaiseyes @berrychyuu @heuningkai-hour @starryjake

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  • hwangyeonjun
    17.10.2021 - 6 hours ago

    17 - threesome

    pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader x yeonjun

    warnings: smut(+18), unprotected sex, threesome, blowjob

    kinktober masterlist

    “baby, i know you wanted this” your boyfriend grunted in your ear before continuing kissing down your neck. “now are you going to be a good girl for the both of us?” wooyoung looked at you for a second and then turned to yeonjun who was already kissing the insides of your thighs.

    you nodded eagerly and sucked in your breath when his mouth got closer to your throbbing core.

    “i need words, baby” wooyoung hissed.

    “yes, i’ll be a good girl” you breathed out, earning a big grin from both of the boys.

    “on your hands and knees, baby” he demanded and you wasted no time before getting into the position.

    wooyoung took his clothes before laying down on mattress in front of you. his cock was already hard from all the teasing you had beforehand. pre cum was dripping off his read head and you licked your lips before opening your mouth and taking him in. he immediatelly moaned and you smiled at the sound. you heard some movement from behind you.

    while you were bobbing your head against him, yeonjun took his own clothes and settled on the bed behind you, stroking your exposed ass with his hands. 

    he started teasing your wet entrance with the head of his cock making you moan and the vibrations from your throat made wooyoung buck his hips forwards. you gagged a bit, wooyoung chuckled and brushed his fingers through your hair. “such a good girl”

    yeonjun thrusted into you and you pulled away from wooyoung for a moment to breathe. “shit” as soon as your mouth was against wooyoung’s cock again, yeonjun started pounding into you, immediately finding your g spot as you couldn’t stop moaning which led to wooyoung bucking his hips constantly and you gagging. 

    “fuck, you’re so wet” yeonjun groaned, holding your hips tightly, his nails digging in your skin. wooyoung threw his head back as he felt himself getting closer while you kept deep throating him and yeonjun pounding into you relentlessly. 

    “shit, i think i’m going to cum” he moaned and shut his eyes tightly.

    “already, bro?” yeonjun chuckled and gave a light smack to your ass. “keep your boyfriend longer” 

    “oh fuck off” wooyoung breathed out. and before any of you could do anything, he spilled himself in your mouth with a loud moan.

    you pulled away and quickly swallowed everything before your lips left a load scream along with yeonjun’s thrusts. “fuck, yeonjun. feels so good. i’m close too”

    “cum then” he grunted and wooyoung started to play with your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. you were overwhelmed and you couldn’t hold it anymore and let it go. “fuck, fuck” you whined and collapsed on wooyoung.

    you stayed still for a few movements to catch your breath, wooyoung kissed the top of your head and smiled. “we are not done yet, baby. my best friend yeonjun didn’t cum yet”

    #hwangyeonjun's kinktober#ateez#ateez smut#txt#txt smut #tomorrow x together #jung wooyoung #jung wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung x reader #choi yeonjun #choi yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun x reader #ateez x txt
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  • joonpie
    17.10.2021 - 7 hours ago
    #txt #tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun#choi soobin#choi beomgyu#kang taehyun#hueningkai#deanna's graphics#moasource #this ended up being more gifs than originally intended and I just rolled with it
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  • ah-ga-seven
    17.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Sneaky Link VI: The Finale (M)

    [series masterlist]

    [Pairing]: Fem! Reader x Choi Yeonjun ft. second male lead Juyeon.

    [Synopsis]: The story picks up after having met Yeonjun through a mutual acquaintance. You quickly bonded over your similarities and basically fell for him on the spot. As your relationship progressed you found out that you weren’t the only woman in his life, but no matter how hard you tried or whoever else tried to love you, leaving him was harder than you thought it would be.

    [Idol Cameos]: Tomorrow x Together, Aespa, The Boyz & Ateez.

    [Genre]: Smut (skippable), Angst, Fluff, College!AU, Romance, Infidelity, Toxic!Jun.

    [Word count]: 18,5k (sorry.)

    [Warning]: extreme toxicity, emotional manipulation, cheating, mention of a broken family, neglect, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, overall major angst.

    [Disclaimer]: If anyone ever treats you like this, run. I am in no shape or form trying to romanticize this behavior or imply that Yeonjun is like this nor am I shipping anyone in the series with other idols or assuming their sexuality. Please remember that it’s fiction.


    (One year ago.)

    It had to have been their biggest fight yet.  

    Yeonjun made plans to go hang out with Wooyoung, but Karina wasn't appreciative of that since he'd miss her best friends' birthday.

    "Baby, you gotta give me room to breathe. Last weekend it was your grandmothers' birthday, last Wednesday night we had dinner at your parents' house. This weekend I made plans with my friends and I'm not canceling to go hang out with your friends. End of story." Yeonjun's tone was firm. His voice didn't waver one bit as he looked at an angry Karina in front of him with an unamused expression.

    They've been hitting a rough patch in their relationship for a while now. Karina was getting more and more attached and it made Yeonjun lose feelings somehow. He felt suffocated, playing the perfect boyfriend to every social gathering she had planned was taking a toll on him. Even though he loved her very much, he had started to mentally distance himself from her for a while now because distancing himself physically seemed unspeakable given the history of their relationship.

    "I told you about this last month! It's a couples thing at a fancy sushi restaurant and she already put your name on the list."

    "Take your sister, she loves sushi." Yeonjun sighed rubbing his temples as he turned his back to Karina to pour himself a glass of water.

    "Yeonjun…I'm not kidding." Karina tries a bit calmer this time, putting her hand on top of his on the kitchen counter.

    He sighed, pulling his hand away from her touch. "Neither am I. You can't always have it your way Karina and I'm pretty sure you won't die without me there, what's the big fucking deal?"  

    Little did he know that comment would turn into an explosive argument so big, that it made Karina storm out of his apartment in her pj's. He honestly thought that she was overreacting to the whole thing but given the fact that all he wanted was space; he let her go and hadn't contacted her all day.

    Yeonjun rang the doorbell to Wooyoung’s apartment and as he waited there in silence something felt incredibly off. Yeonjun's body was buzzing with a type of excitement he hadn't felt in a while. He was genuinely happy to be alone with his friends tonight and was ready to get absolutely wasted to forget about his little ordeal with Karina.

    "Oooo jagiya, you're here!" Wooyoung screeches as he opens the door for Yeonjun. He wrapped him up in a clingy embrace, and that was when you laid eyes on Yeonjun for the first time.

    Your mouth grew dry, Yeonjun has to be one of the hottest guys you've seen in your fucking life. The way his black hair was parted and messily slicked back made you focus on his features and that's when your eyes traveled down to his perfect pink pout. Shit.

    You silently prayed that he wasn't one of Wooyoungs' many Grindr matches but with the way he was dressed so stylishly and how clingy he was to Woo you were already losing hope that he'd like pussy.

    "Mmmh jagi, of course. I wouldn't miss it." Yeonjun muses with a beaming smile on his face as he gives Woo's ass a loud smack and suddenly, you had lost all hope.

    "Let me introduce you to the bunch," Wooyoung says taking Yeonjun by his arm. They made a quick round around the room and by now only you were left. The two of them made it to the couch you were seated on and that's when Yeonjun locked eyes with you. He didn't mean to stare but…fuck.

    You were gorgeous.

    "This is y/n, she's my bestie." Wooyoung introduces the two of you and you timidly hold out your hand after getting up from your comfy seat. "Hi, it's nice to meet you," you say giving him a flirty smile.

    "I'm Yeonjun," he replies, biting his lower lip as he obviously checked you out from head to toe. Hah, hope had returned.  

    He completely ignored the hand you were holding out for him to shake and immediately went in for a casual yet suggestive hug, making his hand linger on your lower back.

    He smelled amazing. It was almost a form of voodoo because you were reluctant to let go of him. He pulled back first until your earring got caught in the chain around his neck.

    "Ah!" you yelp, making Yeonjun freeze in place as he realizes what's going on. You clumsily try to detangle yourself as you crouched down to not rip your pierced ear, but it caused you to lose balance which made Yeonjun stabilize you by holding onto your waist rather firmly.

    You felt his fingers dig into your skin in combination with his breath fanning your face which made your imagination run wild. You pressed your thighs together as a response to his touch, and suddenly you felt pathetic as hell.

    Really y/n? Is this all it took to start pooling down there?

    "Let me help. Don't move!" Wooyoung says getting closer to you and Yeonjun. Wooyoung swiftly took your earring out but in order to do so, you had to lean even closer. Your lips were literal millimeters away from the exposed skin of his neck which made you hold your breath as you grabbed a tight hold of Yeonjun's shoulder.

    "Got it," Wooyoung says, handing you your earring.

    Once you were untangled you were able to breathe again and instantly took a step back to create space between the three of you.

    "Shit, I'm sorry. Are you ok?" Yeonjun asked with genuine concern as his eyebrows knitted together. Without a thought, he reached for your earlobe to gently rub the pain away and the intimate yet endearing skinship caught you off guard. It made you realize just how touch-deprived you were.

    "Uh I-I'm okay. Hah, what a way to meet." You fixed your hair and pulled down your skirt. The action made Yeonjun's gaze linger on your legs for a mere second before he looked into your eyes again with a gentle smile that made his eyes disappear into thin lines.

    Your heart did a thing at the sight. So he's hot…and cute? Ok, fuck this.

    "Now that we've almost made out, Wanna get a drink?" you don't know where the balls came from, or why Wooyoung was giving you a warning stare but Yeonjun was suddenly super shy and giggly.  

    You were hitting it off amazingly. You had the same humor and even bonded over your similar taste in alcoholic beverages. You were alone with him on the balcony, talking like old friends as the sunset and it literally felt like you've known each other for years.

    You took a sip of your drink as you stared at the sunset in front of you. After a few seconds, you feel his eyes on you which made you look to your side to catch him staring.

    Being the confident fuck that he is, he didn't look away and merely smiled to himself whilst his eyes traveled down to stare at your glossy lips.  

    "What…?" you shyly ask, avoiding eye contact by looking at the sunset once more.  

    "Nothing," he says sucking his teeth. "You're pretty, that's all."  

    As those words leave his lips your head snapped back to look at him. He was poking his tongue in his cheek, cockily grinning to himself and it made you playfully shove his shoulder.

    "Don't get my hopes up, you literally called Wooyoung your baby."

    He pouts at you, which made you stare at his lips AGAIN. The tension between the two of you was getting uncomfortable. You don't think you've ever wanted to kiss someone more than him right now.

    "Is someone getting jealous?" Yeonjun mused, tugging at your chin to make you look at him, but you don't let him win, taking his hand off of your face.

    "Shut up," you huff playfully rolling your eyes, and Yeonjun absolutely ate it up.

    "How do you even know Woo? I've never seen you here?" You ask, genuinely interested at this point while also trying to avert the conversation and sexual tension between you two.

    "I'm a competitive dancer, just like Wooyoung. I met his crew at nationals a few months back and we kept in contact after we found out we lived in the same town. We go to different schools though so maybe that's why I haven't seen you around." Yeonjun casually explains but it made your mouth hang agape which made Yeonjun look at you funnily. "What?" he asks.

    "You dance!? So do I! Wooyoung and I used to dance together ever since we were twelve, we split up when he joined his crew in college."

    "No way!" Yeonjun exclaims in disbelief. "That's crazy."

    "I know! We have so much in common!" you excitedly clap your hands which made Yeonjun's heart clench in regret.

    What the fuck is he doing.  

    Why is he letting you get so close? And why is he being so damn flirty? Was it the alcohol, the fight he had with Karina? Or was it you just being genuinely sweet and attractive, accompanied by the fact that he felt more chemistry with you than he had felt with Karina in literal ages. Even though he's known you for all of five minutes, it felt nothing like it.

    There was a spark here, one he was still too afraid to explore, but you weren't.

    The song on Wooyoung's playlist suddenly switched to some slow Latin beat and it gave you an idea. You put your cup down on the floor, looking over your shoulder to see everyone inside huddled together for an intense Uno game, and turned your body to Yeonjun, holding out your hand so he could grab it.

    With confusion he gently took a hold of your hand, giving you a puzzled look. "What are you doing?" he chuckled taking a sip from his drink without breaking eye contact. You take his cup from his hold, placing it on the floor as well, and start swaying your hips to the beat. Yeonjun smiled at you once he realized what you were doing and lifted your hand to the sky to twirl you around and pull you closer to him.  

    You let out a giggle as you collided, which he reciprocated with the sound of his own laughter. Your hand rests on his toned chest before you wrap your arm around his neck and just like instinct his free hand traveled down your body to take a hold of your waist.  

    You looked into each other's eyes and suddenly nothing or no one else mattered. It was just the two of you, stuck in your intoxicated bubble and if you knew any better you basically fell in love on the spot.

    He took the first step forward to lead you to the beat as he intertwined your fingers with his own. You started off slow and picked up a sensual salsa-like routine soon enough as the song progressed.

    You made sure to keep your movements soft and sensual, especially when he made you turn around so your back would hit his chest. He eventually let go of your hands, grabbing a hold of your waist which made you arch your back while swaying your hips side to side with his own.

    Your hands covered his on your waist and just as you were preparing to grind on him, the song switched up. Wooyoung must've skipped the song as it didn't fit the atmosphere inside the apartment. Yeonjun doubled over in laughter, resting his chin on your shoulder while you erupt in giggles too.

    "That was fun." He sensually whispers in your ear, making your stomach turn as you feel butterflies for the first time in…forever.

    He let go of you completely, picking his cup back up from the floor to take a sip of his drink. The sudden distance he created confused you. Something was holding him back, you weren't sure what it was but it felt like he was conflicted about something.  

    He sat down on a bench that was completely out of sight from the people inside the house and gave you a faint smile as he watched you fix your hair. You picked up your cup, ready to go back inside until you felt him tug at your wrist. "Where are you going?"


    "Hmm, but I want to keep you to myself a little longer," He cheekily states pulling you towards him once more.  

    He was already confusing you with mixed signals, but you didn't really care. The alcohol had you too buzzed to play hard to get, so you simply nestle yourself in his lap. His hand rested on top of your leg, basically palming your thigh in his large hand while teasingly caressing you.  

    Your try to squeeze your thighs together which made him laugh in amusement at how easy it was to fluster you, knowing full well what he was doing to you.  

    You look into his eyes and sigh. "I really…really want to kiss you right now."  

    Yeonjun raised his eyebrows in surprise at your directness. You lift up your hand to caress his cheek, ghosting your fingers over his lips as you stare at them in a trance. You looked up to meet his eyes and immediately regretted it because they had darkened with lust.

    His gaze pierced into you and without warning he pulled you in by your neck, wrapping his hand around your throat while the other squeezed handfuls of your ass as you made out with hunger.

    Your eyes widened in surprise at his dominance before you gave in, closing your eyes to fully savor the moment. You bit his lip, making him smirk against your lips right before he pulled away completely, hungrily staring into your orbs as he made you look up at him by cupping your face in his hands.

    "I need to get you alone. Fast," he says biting his lip.

    (start of smut)

    "We are alone…" you whisper in his ear, taking his hand off of your thigh to simply put it on top of the waistband of your skirt. "They're all drunk as fuck, playing games inside…no one will notice." You continue to grind your hips into his lap and by now his pants were tightening around his by now hardened member.  

    "You want me to fuck you on a balcony?" he asked wide-eyed.

    "Oh god no, I live in this town." You say confidently cupping his face in your hands as you looked at him. "But you can slip your hand in my panties and no one will notice…" you bite your lip, leaning in to kiss his neck with wet open-mouthed kisses and it felt absolutely divine to him, though he had to stop himself from giving you too much control.

    The grip he had on your waist as you straddled him tightened when you grinded your core on his bulge once more. "You enjoy being in control?" he lowly asks in amusement. "A little." You reply followed by a kiss on his lips. "Well, sweetheart." He surprised you by tangling his hand in your hair, pulling it back with force as his mouth made contact with your throat, feverishly sucking on your by now bruised skin. You had to suppress a yelp, your scalp stinging from the force he was putting on your roots to make you look up.

    He wasn't sweet at all anymore. His demeanor shifting to one of a hungry animal as his fingers quickly disappeared to rub your clothed pussy. "So do I."  

    A hoarse moan escapes your lips as you feel his hold on your throat tighten. He made you look at him again, prying two of his fingers into your mouth. "Suck." He lewdly instructs.

    You quickly do as you're told, even though you didn't need the help since you were more than wet enough, you complied without thought, wanting to please him in order to get what you wanted.

    It's been a while since a man had the balls to do this to you, and so publicly at that. You hit the fucking jackpot tonight, that's for sure.

    His gaze darkened once your tongue wrapped around his fingers, his imagination going wild at what other things your wet, skilled muscle could do for him. "Mmh, that's more like it." He hummed in approval as you gave him a show while maintaining eye contact.

    He smirked at the sight and popped his fingers out of your mouth. Yeonjun swiftly repositioned you on his lap so your back was against the armrest of the bench with your legs draped sideways over his lap. He propped your legs open for him, pulling your panties to the side, and directly inserted his finger into you, making you gasp in response to his unexpected touch.

    Your tightness around his digit surprised him, as did your wetness. "Fuck," you moan, throwing your head back on his shoulder. "Like that baby?" he asks with tenderness in his tone.  

    You nod, letting out a cute whimper which made him place a sweet kiss on your forehead. He contradicted his sweetness by roughly pumping a second finger into you at a slow yet steady pace, making you mewl once again. "Oh my god…Yeonjun." You whimpered his name as his pace fastened. Making him smile against your skin. You were burying your face in his shoulder, trying to keep quiet while he kept you in place. He started to relentlessly finger your hole as his thumb rubbed skillful circles onto your most sensitive bundle of nerves.  

    "Look at you enjoying this shit, fuck," he says to no one in particular, but seeing your face contort in pleasure as you tried to muffle your own noises was an absolute magical sight to see. Especially with the sounds of your wetness pooling around his fingers, he wanted nothing more than to be buried balls deep inside of you.  

    But wait…shit what is he doing? What were you doing to him?

    Why has every bit of built-up loyalty during his four-year relationship vanished on the spot? There was no going back now, he was in too deep with a woman he barely knew.  

    But why did it feel so fucking good?

    Your hand grabs his wrist down there to get him to slow down, furiously shaking your head as your orgasm was approaching. It wasn't like you didn't want to cum, but you knew you were going to be unable to keep quiet once your orgasm would rip through you.  

    "N-no, I'll cum!" you whine making him smirk against your lips as he connected them in a heated kiss. His sense of rhythm and undying arm strength was making your life both hard and amazing when you feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten.  

    "Isn't that the point angel?" he whispers in your ear with a low growl, and that just about did it.

    Your legs started to shake involuntarily as they go numb the next second. Tears start to form in the corner of your eyes and that's when your body falls into pure ecstasy as a release dopamine washes over you. His hand clasped over your mouth to mute you, but any neighbor of Wooyoung's that happened to be on their balcony at the same time had to have known what that sounded like. It was the pure vocalization of an orgasm so good, it'd make them jealous.

    "Shit…" he curses, taking his fingers out of your hole which had your body shocking once more as your cunt tried to clench around nothing, You fell numb against his upper body, burying your face into his neck while you felt incredibly vulnerable with an almost complete stranger. You smile against his shoulder, exhausted and content.

    "That was art baby," he compliments, giving your temple another sweet kiss to then lick his fingers clean. You watched him through hooded lids as you slowly came to your senses, your chest heaving up and down to catch your breath. You attempt to close your sore thighs and as he notices he immediately starts to knead them in hopes to release some of the tension.

    He was a dream, an absolute fucking dream. A soft Dom with a wholesome personality and a caring side to him? Well shit, this better not be a one-time thing; you'd make sure of it.

    "What about you?" you ask as your hand travels down his chest and onto his crotch. His dick-print was very visible and well…terrifying. he was huge, but you had to put your big girl pants on and show him how good you could be for him. You teasingly rub him through his trousers, making him sharply inhale through flared nostrils. "You sure you still have it in you?" he asks with a twisted smile, trapping his lower lip between his teeth as he eyed your reaction. You sheepishly nod in response, making him plant yet another kiss on your forehead. You could already tell his love language was touch, just like you.  

    "Good girl."

    A shiver ran down your spine for two reasons, his praise and the spring night breeze.  

    The sun had set, it was dark out and it was getting chilly too. Yeonjun was attentive, quickly looking around to spot a second door that was connected to the balcony. "Where does that lead to?" he asks, pointing at the door opposite from where you were seated.

    You quickly glanced inside the living room, seeing how the group had moved on to Jenga and more drinking games to then avert your attention to the door connected to the guest bedroom.

    "I hope It's not locked from the outside…" you mumble to yourself. You got up from his lap rather clumsily, making him stabilize you in the process of getting up to help you out. You waddle your way to the door on your heels, unnoticed by anyone inside at that, and pull on the handle to find out that it wasn't locked after all.

    Yeonjun sat there, watching your facial expression change from laser-focused to mischievous and flirty. His heart did a thing at the sight, but if he went with you into that room; more mistakes would be made.

    You gave him a questioning look when he wasn't getting up as quickly as you would've liked him to, but by now all the blood had rushed from his brain to his dick, meaning he couldn't quite think straight.

    His mouth was watering at how hot you looked. Your skirt had ridden up, meaning that your lacey panties were in full view, as was your ass. A few buttons of your blouse were already popped, showing him how your tits were perfectly cupped by a bra that matched your thong. It's like you were begging him to fuck you dumb in that outfit.

    And much to his own dismay, he was going to do just that…and then some.

    (end of smut)

    (The present.)

    "Dude. Get out of bed. Pretty please." Mirae pouted at you as she stood at the end of your bed. She tried to pull the covers off of you, but you didn't budge. You were using all of your upper body strength to keep the duvet in place like a stubborn child.

    "Piss off Mirae." You angrily mumble.

    It was 3 PM on a Saturday and just like the weeks before another weekend was wasted on your depressive state.  

    "Let's do something fun…a lunch? Shopping? Bubble tea? Anything…" Mirae tried with compassion this time, but it soon vanished as you didn't respond.

    "y/n I swear to god, it's been a week since he left."

    "Don't…speak of him."

    "We're going to have to eventually y/n, also. Soobin is on his way. He's taking us for drinks so get up."

    You glare at her, sitting up straight. "What made you think I'd want to hang out with his best friend?"

    "First of all. He's my boyfriend now, second of all, the only one you can talk to about Yeonjun is Soobin. He knows the situation better than me, it'll be good for you to open up."

    You wince at the sound of his name. You knew she was right but being stubborn and salty was your specialty. "I don't need a babysitter."

    "No, what you do need is a fucking therapist, but that's step two. Now get. The fuck. Up." Mirae demands as she rips the covers off of you with success this time.

    You really don't know how she managed to get you dressed and out of the house in no time but…it's Mirae, so of course, she got her way with you. Ever since Wooyoung filled her in about the shitshow that was Yeonjuns goodbye, she has made the unwanted effort to check up on you from time to time, just like Woo.

    Even though you should be thankful, you couldn't get yourself to feel. You were literally numb, living life like a damn hermit.

    You were seated in the back of a random café, chewing the tapioca of your bubble tea away as a not so nutritious breakfast, patiently waiting for Soobin to arrive.  

    It's weird to meet him without Yeonjun, and it's even weirder to know that you'd be seeing him a lot more often now because Mirae and him made things official right when Yeonjun left.

    The timing was…impeccable, as always, but you couldn't blame them. In fact, you were happy at least one odd couple was thriving in your social circle.  

    Soobin walked in, closing his umbrella as he shook off the droplets of heavy rain that remained on his back. You watch him approach, though you couldn't bring yourself to smile up at him.

    Mirae quickly pecked his lips as a hello, and without a word he kneeled down in front of your chair, placing his hand on your knee to show comfort and you unexpectedly feel tears fill the brims of your eyes.

    Soobin pouts, pulling you in for a hug so comforting and warm that it made your tears fall against your will. He rubbed your back in calming up and down motions as he held you, while Mirae watched with her hand clutched to her chest with watery eyes.

    It pained her to see you like this. It was almost like someone had died, but she also knew that that's exactly what it felt like to you.

    Your first love left. And it was your fault.

    "I'm sorry." You let go of Soobin, trying to sniff your tears back into your eyes. You do a quick take around the café and see that everyone had been staring at the three of you.


    "It's ok, you should've seen me bawl at the airport," Soobin says trying to lighten the mood with dark humor and somehow it worked because you cracked a small smile for the first time in forever.

    "Oh! Was that…a smile!?" Mirae beamed at you and suddenly you felt like a charity case…which you were.

    You roll your eyes at her. "See, I told you that seeing him would help."

    "Yeah, yeah…" you watch Soobin sit down, stealing Mirae's drink to take a sip. "So…have you heard from him?"

    Soobin's eyes turned sad, nodding as he bit his lip. "Yeah…"

    "So…did he? You know…find her?"

    "Yes…but…ugh. Let me start from the top."

    (Yeonjun in London)

    The most tiring part was dealt with.  

    He moved into his dormitory, got acquainted with his teachers and new surroundings, got a new phone number, figured out how to get around with public transport, all of it.  

    He was getting used to his new life quickly and even though it was extremely overwhelming, he enjoyed being so far away from all the bullshit back home. Nevertheless, he can't forget that he came here for another reason.

    His classes would officially start the next day, and this morning he was going to visit the address that Karina's parents gave him. Karina has tried countless times to contact Yeonjun, apologizing again and again over voicemail but he didn't open them.

    The calls eventually stopped when he switched to his new British phone number and with only Soobin and the other guys knowing of his new phone number he knew that he'd be safe from her.

    The rainy weather created a gloomy atmosphere to one of the most important days in Yeonjun's life as he walked out of a metro station in South-East London. His google maps app was telling his feet where to go and the closer he got, the more anxious he was feeling.

    He stopped in his tracks in front of an old townhouse with multiple layers. It looked like different people lived on different floors and then his eyes land on the house number he put in his phone, 237B. Shit. This is it.

    What if she's not home?

    What if she doesn't live there anymore?

    Or what if she doesn't want to see him?

    It took everything in him not to run the other way. He wished he had someone with him to ease his mind. Soobin…you…anyone.

    He took a deep breath, walking up the steps to ring the doorbell to house 237B.

    He rang it once.


    And even a third time but…nothing.

    Desperate and sad with the fact that she wasn't home, he bit his lip, contemplating if he should try the neighbors' houses. He traveled 40 minutes across the city to get here, and Yeonjun quite literally couldn't take it anymore.

    He's come this far. And any sign of life would be better than none.

    He sighed, throwing his head back before ringing the doorbell to 237A, and to his surprise, he heard the door unlock a few seconds later.

    His eyes widened seeing a small dark-skinned older woman in the doorway. She had to have been over 70, but of course, he couldn't just assume that. He clumsily bowed to show respect; forgetting he was in a different country for a second. "Ah, I'm sorry to bother you but I was wondering if-" he paused. What does he say?

    I was wondering if you'd happen to know where my mother is? No, no, no. That's too much. Maybe she doesn't know his mom has a son…

    "I was wondering if you know where the woman that lives in 237B is right now…"

    The older ladies' froze as she got a good look at Yeonjun's face, shock taking over her features. She recognized his face in hers. My god. He's a complete replica of his mother…it was scary.


    Confusion got the better of Yeonjun as he pouted his lips forward. "Y-you know who I am?"

    "You're looking for your mom…am I right?" she asked sweetly, cocking her head to the side to look at him some more to see if he was real.

    Yeonjun nodded, dazed and confused with what was happening. Who is this lady? Why did she know who he was? And better yet…why wasn't she answering his question.

    "Come in, I'll make you some tea. You must be freezing." She stepped aside to let him in and Yeonjun didn't know what else to do other than to accept the offer. Even though he was a giant in her tiny home, he felt incredibly small and vulnerable right now.  

    "Sit, sit. I'll be right there." She says pulling out a chair to her round oak dining table for him to sit on.

    "Oh, y-yeah." He timidly sat down, thanking her by bowing his head down once again.  

    He looked around the room. Small objects, posters, and pictures plastered the walls and shelves. It was cozy, warm, and he could tell that she was into spirituality for some reason.  

    He cleared his throat, awkwardly playing with his fingers in anxious anticipation of what was yet to come.  

    She returned in no time after whipping up an English blend in her most pristine porcelain tea set and put one of the cups in front of him to pour him some.

    He accepted her gesture by wrapping his hands around the cup and she smiled with approval.  

    "You're well mannered. I can tell by the little things you do," she comments. "My name is Christine, I've lived here for over 25 years after my husband passed, but it's the first time I'm seeing you here…am I right?"

    Yeonjun swallowed harshly, nodding to her question. "Yes…up until a few weeks ago I had no clue of where my mom lived."

    Christina closed her eyes in defeat, sadly sighing before opening them again. "I'm so sorry to hear that Yeonjun, you deserve better."

    He simply nodded at her words, unable to think of anything else to say.  

    "Yoo Jin had many regrets…but her biggest regret was abandoning you."

    Yeonjun looked at Christine with sadness in his eyes. Hearing her name felt foreign and he didn't know why but he felt serene. He felt a sense of comfort wash over him in her pressence that he has never felt before in his life. His mom wasn't just some person in his childhood memories. She was real. She existed. Christine’s words were proof of that.  

    "…Where is she?" he asked, but Christine's soft smile faded.

    "You know Yeonjun, even though you have every right to be incredibly upset with her…I don't feel anger radiating from you it's…insecurity."

    "I don't know If she wants me here." He explains. He didn’t know why his guard was down so quickly with this woman. But it felt right.

    "Yoo Jin told me that she tried to re-connect with you years ago. She found you, wrote you a letter but you never replied. `I think she thought that…you didn't want anything to do with her."  

    "I didn't find the letter until a few weeks ago," Yeonjun confessed, deciding to spare Christine the details of the fucked up situation back home.

    "I came as soon as I could, but I don't understand. If she wanted to reconnect with me then she should've tried harder. I would've been angry at first but…I would've gotten over it because…well because she's my mom. For all these years, I thought she didn't want me. That she left me because she didn't love me enough. I just…I just want answers, Please, just tell me where she is. Being so close yet so far is killing me," his voice cracked at the latter part.

    Yeonjun was an open book right now. Something you only achieved with him once or twice, but Christine's whole aura and the situation they were in had him rambling and begging for answers.  

    She took Yeonjun's hand over the table, squeezing it for comfort as she watched him struggle to hold his tears back, which made tears form in her own.

    "I'm so…so…sorry Yeonjun."  

    He gulped, a tear falling down his face as he held her warm hand with both of his cold ones.  

    "She loved you very much, please remember that."

    The past tense Christine was talking in finally registered and that's when Yeonjun broke.  

    No…it can't be.  

    His lip started trembling as tears started to fall, making Christine walk over to him in a hurry to hold him as he muffled his cries into her sweater.  

    "Yoo Jin was a troubled soul Yeonjun…she tried and tried to become better, but her demons won that fight in the end. It's been over a year since she decided to end her suffering."

    Christine tried to put it as gently as she could, but there was no right way to deliver news like this, especially under circumstances as sad and unfair as the one they were in right now.

    He couldn't breathe, resting his head in his hands as he started to become lightheaded. "N-no." he choked out,

    This isn't happening again. Not again. Not like this.  

    Christine bent down to get on eye level with Yeonjun, cupping his face in her hands.  

    "Oh sweetie. She would've been so happy to see you Yeonjun. I'm sure she's looking down on us right now. Proud of the man that you've become."

    Proud? The man that he's become was nothing to be proud of from his perspective. Self-loathing started to take over. If only he found that letter earlier, maybe she would still be alive. This wasn’t a blame game, but he couldn’t help but blame himself right now.

    "What was she like…" Yeonjun asked, lifting his head to look at Christine as he wiped his tears away with the sleeves of his sweater. He was numb, hollowed out, and exhausted, but at least he can finally get some answers.

    Christine let go of him, walking up to her cupboard to retrieve a key out of one of the drawers. "We can visit her place if you'd like? It's exactly the way she left it…but only if you're ready for that."

    Yeonjun swallowed harshly, nervously nodding in approval before he followed Christine out of the apartment like a lost puppy. He was zoning out, unable to register what was going on until Christine unlocked the door and suddenly anxiety washed over him once again. Being anxious almost felt like a natural state to him by now.

    She stepped inside, looking back at Yeonjun when she noticed how he wasn't following her. She gave him a faint smile. "Come, it's ok. I assure you there's nothing to be afraid of."  

    Yeonjun inhaled deeply, taking the first step into his mother's home, and slowly looked up. He was surprised by what he saw. All the walls and furniture were white, the walls were plastered with colorful artworks both big and small. There had to be at least hundreds of them. The floor was concrete, splatters of paint were everywhere which was an artistic sight in itself.  

    His energy shifted as he walked further and further inside. He stepped inside of her bedroom, seeing a mattress on the floor next to some unfinished artworks. He stared at an unfinished painting, it was different from the rest. This one was dark, unlike her other works. A lone wolf on top of a mountain, protectively hovering over her lifeless pup.

    It was both beautiful and tragic, and there was irony found in the way the landscape was unfinished. Just like their story.  

    "She never got to finish that one," Christine says as she sat down next to Yeonjun on his mothers' bedroom floor. "She said it was the hardest painting she's ever painted."

    "One thing I remember from when I was little, is that everything in the house was super colorful. Just like most of her works here. But this one it…" he ghosted his fingers over the canvas carefully. "This one feels real. I can feel her pain somehow."

    "Yoo Jin masked the darkness she felt inside by making her art and surroundings as colorful as possible. It's why she decided to teach art to elementary schoolers. She taught children who were about the same age as you were when she left."

    Yeonjun sighed, rubbing his temples as he looked at the painting. All of these new facts were giving him a pounding headache, but he was way too curious to stop asking questions  

    "…Do you know why she left?"

    "Yeonjun, I don't think I can tell you today. You just found out she passed. I don't want to overwhelm you."  

    "I can take it." He says with determination as he stared back at her. "I've come all this way to get answers. I'm ready. I promise."

    Christine sighed, taking a deep breath while holding Yeonjun's hands again before she started explaining "I was like a mother to Yoo Jin. One day, a troubled young lady moved into this building. She barely spoke to anyone for the first few months, but one day…I still remember the exact date. It was September 13th, 2008. I heard her cry on the steps in front of the house. She sat there in the rain, so I walked outside to console her and invited her in. From that day forward she started to open up to me."

    "…September 13th is my birthday." Yeonjun mumbles. "Yes. She told me about you. At first, I was incredibly angry with her, unable to realize how she could leave you by yourself across the world, but she truly believed it was where you'd be the safest. Without her there."

    "I don't…I don't understand? Why would she think that?"

    "Yeonjun, your mother was a runaway from a young age. She left an abusive home at the age of 15 and was taken in by an older man who made her do horrible things for his satisfaction. It started with just him, and then it turned into her having to sell her body like a slave. This went on for years. She never dared to escape until…"

    "Until she got pregnant with me…" Yeonjun says finishing Christine's sentence, already guessing where this was going.

    "Yes. She stole money from the men that took ownership of her and started a new life in the neighborhood you grew up in, but right before your 6th birthday…they found her."

    Yeonjun felt tears well up in his eyes again at the tragic story he was hearing. It didn't feel real. Oh, how he wished he could hold her and tell her he forgives her for all the pain and trauma she caused, but he can't, and that hurt the most.

    Christine wiped the corner of his eyes with her thumb and sighed. "Yeonjun, if she was sure about anything it's that you were going to be her first priority from the moment she found out that she was pregnant. She never regretted giving birth to you. You were the only thing that brought light to her life. She called your presence healing."

    Yeonjun suddenly remembered the nickname, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "It's what she used to call me sometimes, healing."  

    Christine smiled at him ever so gently seeing the sentiment on Yeonjun's face,

    "The only regret she had was that she wasn't able to give you a better life, and for you to not be endangered by her past…she left you and ran away. She was always running from someone or something. And I'm not saying she made the right choice, because in my opinion…she didn't, but to her, it was the right thing to do."

    They sat there like that for hours, talking the time away about Yoo Jin and everything Christine knew about her. It brought Yeonjun more comfort than he thought it could and after a while, they started to skim through his mothers' home to look at all of her paintings.  

    Nighttime was approaching fast, and Yeonjun suddenly heard his insides scream at him to eat. "Ah." He grabbed his tummy in embarrassment at the growling sounds and Christine's grandmother instinct immediately kicked in.

     "Oh, baby. Are you hungry? Let me cook you some dinner."

    "Oh, no, no it's ok. I have to head back to my dorm soon."

    "Dorm? You live here?"

    "…Yeah…I'm starting school here tomorrow or at least…I'm not sure if I want to stay here anymore…I don't know…knowing she's not here anymore it changes things."  

    Christine's face softens, giving him a pet over the head. "In that case, let me make you dinner. It'd be my joy."

    Yeonjun sighed, giving her a tender smile. This stranger changed his life, and even though it's been a few hours he was already incredibly fond of her. It literally felt like he gained a family member even though he's also lost one, and he was so grateful to her for helping his mother throughout the years.

    "Ok…I'd love to," he says giving her a soft smile.

    Months had passed since Soobin told you about Yeonjun's mom in that café.

    Your heart hurt for him more than you could put into words, and you couldn't just let it slide. You couldn't pretend to not know about it and more importantly, you couldn't pretend you didn't care for Yeonjun anymore because the opposite was true.

    With Soobin's permission, you sent Yeonjun a text on his phone that day in the cafe. You didn't want to re-open your mutual wounds but a simple, "I heard what happened, I'm thinking of you and I'll be there for you when you need me" felt like the right thing to tell him.  

    He replied with a simple thank you, telling you how much it meant to him and that he appreciated the fact that you contacted him, however that was two months ago. You haven't talked to him since but given the fact that he had to start a whole new healing process, you figured that maybe it was for the best.  

    He rarely came up in conversation anymore, making your day-to-day life return to normal as the weeks passed.

    Yeonjun had decided to stay, growing closer to Christine and her family as they basically adopted him as their own. It'd be a lie to say he felt happy, he was on a long road to emotional recovery on his own but unlike him, you weren't healing alone…

    "Who's this guy again?" Soobin asked as he cozied up with Mirae under a shared blanket on the couch, watching you put your heels on.

    You had moved out of your old apartment and moved in with Mirae when her roommate graduated college. Things in your life were taking rapid turns but it worked out for you because your old apartment was filled with too many bitter memories that you'd like to forget, and not living alone was a lot better for your mental health than you thought it'd be.

    "His name is David." You say, making a quick twirl to show Mirae your outfit and she approved with a simple nod and a thumbs up.

    Was it smart to throw yourself into the dating world so quickly after what happened? No. But did you care? No.

    "Got a pic?" Soobin asked being his usual nosey self. You open your Instagram, searching for his username to show him. "What- isn't he a little…old."

    "He's thirty-four, it's fine." You shrug, brushing off Soobin's judgment.

    He was definitely a little older than the guys you usually date, but when he asked you out at your job a couple of weeks ago, you didn't decline for the sole reason that he was hot.

    "Did you check if he's married?" Soobin says cocking an eyebrow.

    "Shut up. He isn't." you roll your eyes at Soobin's pessimism and maybe even overprotectiveness as you look for your bag.

    "Call me if he's a dick," Soobin says, making Mirae laugh at Soobin's cute antics while she slaps his chest.  

    "It's been months, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new," Mirae states, earning an annoyed glare from Soobin who clearly didn't agree.

    "Thanks for the concern Soobin, but I'll be fine. I promise."

    One hour into the dinner and you weren't fine at all.  

    David was a douchebag.  

    It was evident by the way he treated the waiters and when you called him out on his rude behavior he cocked his eyebrow and told you to stop being so 'bratty'

    "You know…just because you afford to eat at a place like this doesn't mean you can be an asshole,” you say putting your fork down.

    "Sweetheart, don't take it to heart. I'm paying for this dinner so don't make a big deal out of nothing. Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you in the car."

    He smirked at you suggestively and suddenly all alarm bells in your mind started to go off. This man was a walking red flag, and when he tried to take your hand over the table you noticed the tanning marks on his ring finger where a ring was supposed to be.


    Without warning, you take his hand to take a closer look and tap your index finger on the tan lines. "You took off your wedding ring for this date, didn't you?" your tone was ice cold, your voice louder than intended.

    He stayed quiet, biting his lip. "Does it matter? We're enjoying ourselves…aren't we?"

    "I'm not." You say getting up, throwing the napkin you placed on your lap for protection onto your plate. "I'm leaving."

    David frowned, walking over to you with big strides to stop you by grabbing your wrist. You really didn't want to make a scene right now, but you were afraid you were going to have to.

    "Let go of me." You warn him under your breath with venom in your eyes.

    "Why the attitude baby girl. Don't pretend like you don't know why a man like me would ask out a broke college girl like you." He scoffed, tugging at your wrist. "Be a good girl and sit down, now."

    You were getting scared by now and to your discomfort it seemed like everyone at this restaurant was minding their business. To outsiders it might not look threatening at all, but it was exactly what it felt like. Your heart started to pound in your chest uncontrollably fast as you contemplated on what to do next to escape, but fighting off a married man in public with money and power to his name was going to get you in trouble.

    It'd be your word against his. Fuck. You hated society.

    "Please, let go." You begged, your voice was dying down and you started to panic as he pulled you with him, making you sit down on the chair you were seated on before. He sat down across from you and all you could do was stare at your hands.

    Shit, shit. SHIT. You need to call for help, this instant.


    That voice.

    Your head snapped back so fast you almost sprained a muscle. He rested his hand on your shoulder, making you sigh in pure relief.

    "Juyeon?" your eyes widened. This is the first time you've seen him since that night on the boulevard when you chased him out of the club, and you couldn't be happier to meet him here of all places.

    "Is everything ok? I was having dinner with my parents and I saw…" he paused, looking at David with a stern glare. "Is he bothering you?" Juyeon asks giving your shoulder a soft pinch. All you could do is give him a pleading look to save you out of this situation. You grab Juyeon's hand, and he quickly intertwines his fingers with yours to console you.

    David scoffed. "Who is this."

    "An old friend," Juyeon replied. "And she's coming with me."

    "Don't you think it's kind of rude to interrupt our dinner like this?"

    "I would shut up if I were you." Juyeon angrily remarks which had your eyes widening at him. Since when is he so feisty? The soft-spoken and always so polite Juyeon was nowhere to be found right now,

    "Excuse me?" David says getting up from his seat, walking over to Juyeon to try to intimidate him but it wasn't working. Juyeon scoffed, pulling you up from the chair by your hand, but by now Juyeon's brother and father had entered the conversation.

    "Son? What's going on here?"  

    This was a full-on shitshow. The staff started to get involved by now and David obviously started to feel cornered. "This man here is holding my friend against her will."

    Juyeon's brother looked at you, and then to David. "Juyeon, get her to our table, we'll handle this."

    Juyeon nodded, leading you to the back of the restaurant where his mother was seated with his sister-in-law. Oh god. What's happening? Why are you meeting all of his family at once?

    "Juyeon wait…" you stop him from leading you further into the restaurant and he turns around to look at you.

    "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

    "I just…I need some time to breathe, and meeting your family is giving me anxiety. Especially…you know after everything." You not so subtly hint to your fucked up past and he's quick to see the fear in your eyes.

    "No one knows about that, you don't have anything to worry about" he assures you.  

    "Who was that? Did he hurt you?"

    "No…I'm just fucking dumb and naïve. He asked me out a week ago, and I said yes for whatever reason but he's married and was basically trying to get me to be his sugar baby in return for a good fuck." You ramble, making Juyeon clench his fists as he looked back at his father and brother handling the situation with David as civil as they possibly could.

    If Juyeon would get involved now, he'd punch him in the fucking face, that's for sure.  

    Seeing your stressed state, Juyeon immediately softened. He sighed, putting his hands on both sides of your shoulders and that's when you looked up at him. His heart skipped a beat, feeling the familiar adoration he has for you come back to him.

    "Seems like you're still attracting taken men hmm?" he had a glint of playfulness in his eyes and you looked at him dumbfounded, giving his arm an indignant punch in response. "Shut up." you laugh with him, and suddenly you felt your heart swelling at the sight of his smile.

    "You wanna get out of here?" Juyeon asks, holding out his hand for you.

    You gave it a good thought, looking back to see that David had left. Juyeon's father and brother returned to their table, meaning that the situation was dealt with, making you sigh in relief. Juyeon has a habit of showing up when you needed saving, and for the first time in your history with him…the timing was finally right.

    You look into his eyes, your eyes traveling down to the hand he was holding out for you and without further thought, you put your hand in his, slowly lacing his fingers through your own.

    "Yes. I'd love that."

    (Yeonjun in London pt. 2)

    British bitch after British bitch after British bitch and even a few exchange students, Yeonjun was having the time of his life now that the hard part of the semester was over after almost 6 months. He got out of the bed to find his shirt as he looked back on the naked sleeping figure of a random girl whom he met at the club last night.

    Her aura reminded him of you, but she was nowhere near as good in bed as you were. He sighed as he got dressed, not feeling like sticking around for round two when she woke up.

    He'd have to pretend to remember her name and wasn't going to stick around to embarrass himself like that, after all. It was a Sunday, and just like every other Sunday he already had plans with the most important person in his life right now.

    After a quick pit stop at his dorm to wash up and shove some instant noodles down his throat, it took him another half an hour by metro to finally arrive.

    He walked up the gritted pathway, saying his hellos to the staff like he usually would, and picked a flower from the hedges surrounding him to take with him like habit.

    Once he arrived a soft smile took over his features. "Hi, mom." He kissed the flower before placing it in front of her gravestone, swatting away the dust that had formed over the past week since the last time he's been.  

    He sighed, sitting down on the grass cross-legged. "It's been a hell of a week…" he starts, hearing the birds chirp behind him as background noise. He looked at his feet with a bitter smile. Picking at his cuticles before he started takking. "I finished the semester…and they're forcing us to empty your house by the end of the month. Your landlord found out that Christine has been paying the rent to keep your home as is…but I'm going to have to start cleaning out your stuff. It feels…wrong."  

    Not getting a reply was something he was used to, but he always shamelessly continued.  

    "I'm not ready to go back home, mom. I understand why you stayed here for as long as you did, and Christine and her family…they've given me something to come home to every Sunday." He smiled to himself thinking of them, finding it bittersweet to leave but he couldn't stay. The finances were keeping him from doing so, even with a job next to college, rent in London was too expensive; as was the tuition he'd have to continue to pay for school here. It's not like he could keep asking Karina's parents for help either, and even if he could, he doesn't want to keep being reminded of Karina, or for her to have some type of leverage on him.

    He sighed. Thinking of you and wondering what you've been up to lately. He found himself missing you a lot more these days, hence the countless bed partners to distract him of his feelings.  

    Even though he's done a lot of healing and made a lot of friends, one matter he hasn't moved on from was you. If time told him one thing it's that the worst part about being away from home was being away from you.  

    He did his fair share of cyberstalking you just like you did to him, but you were a pretty private person so there wasn't much to go off of and he usually avoided asking Soobin about you too.  

    Lost in thought he arrived at his mom's house an hour later, he twisted his key in the lock and was surprised to see some of Christine's family members in her home to help pack some boxes.  

    "Hey Jun! You're here." Jordan, Christine's 45-year-old son, and Zuri, his 19-year-old daughter were helping Christine with packing in the living room.

    "Hey guys." He greeted Jordan and Zuri with a hug and kissed Christine on the cheek.

    "You've made…quite the progress." He says, seeing how at least half of the artworks had been carefully removed and organized. It was a sad sight to see. The once so colorful walls were left in their original sterile white state, making the home look nothing like he remembered.

    "How are you holding up?" Jordan asks giving Yeonjun's shoulder a squeeze. Zuri was staring at Yeonjun as she sat on the floor like she usually did without him noticing but this time Yeonjun caught her stare which made her quickly look away.

    He chuckled, finding her little crush on him cute. He'd never embarrass her by telling her that he knew, cause he wasn't planning on acting on it. She was way too young…and somewhat like his little sister.

    "I'm fine…it's just sad to see, especially since I have to leave soon," Yeonjun says looking at Christine with a pout, making Christine pout back at him. She walked over to him with her arms open wide, ready to squeeze him in a tight hug. He giggled in her hold, taking the moment in for as long as he could.

    "Promise me you'll visit me," she demands pointing her finger in his face, which made him chuckle. "I promise." He says linking his pinky with hers.  

    The rest of the day was spent packing, but no one dared to touch the huge painting in his mothers' bedroom yet, so he took it upon himself to do so. He was going to ship the thing out to his shared apartment with Soobin, meaning that he was going to have to wrap it up sooner or later.  

    With the help of Zuri, Yeonjun carefully lifted the canvas off the floor, until they hear something hit the wooden floor.  

    Zuri's eyes widened, as did Yeonjun's. "Shit…did we break it?"

    Yeonjun quickly looked down to see an envelope on the floor. It must've been stuck to the back of the canvas for all this time and no one even noticed…

    With trembling hands, he retrieved the envelope off of the floor, and to his shock, his name was written on top of it with paint.

    Zuri looked from the envelope to Yeonjun, indifferently biting her lip. He was incredibly hard to read. And she had no idea if he wanted her to stay or not, so she decided to leave to give him privacy.

    "I'll be outside…" Zuri timidly announces before walking out. Yeonjun nodded at her absentmindedly, way too scared to open the envelope.

    What could it be? A letter?  

    He took a deep breath, letting his slender fingers carefully rip the side of the envelope.  

    He unfolded the piece of paper inside, but to his disappointment, there wasn't much written.

    I wish I could've done more.


    I love you.

    "W-what," Yeonjun says in utter disbelief. This is it?

    He looked inside the envelope to see something that looked like a business card remain inside but when he emptied the envelope's contents on the floor, a black debit card fell out.

    His eyes widened, and silently put it into his pocket. He didn't tell anyone what he found or what he read. Knowing that he had to confirm his speculations by going to the bank himself as soon as possible.

    After a lot of fuss and multiple confirmations of his identity, Yeonjun was taken into a private room by a staff member at the bank.

    "Choi Yeonjun? Son of Choi Yoo Jin?" she asked one more time.

    The vagueness and waiting time were making his patience run low. He had 3 days left to pack his shit and his mothers' belongings before he'd fly back home and every minute counted. He wasn't even sure what he was putting all of this effort in for.

    "We've reactivated the account for you. You have full access. She also had other belongings locked in the banks' safe. You can take those too if you'd like, here you go."  

    "T-thank you." Yeonjun stuttered as he took the debit card out of the ladies' hold.  

    He made his way out of the office, walking over to the ATMs to review the contents of the debit card.

    He sighed not knowing what to expect as he punched in the pin his mom gave him.



    …Now, this has to be a mistake.

    He looked over his shoulder to check if he was alone, and to his relief he was. He quickly hit the eject button, taking the card out of the machine. He walked over to the front desk with big strides to see the same staff member sitting there with confusion on her face as she saw Yeonjun's distressed state.

    "That things' broken." He says putting the card down. "Can you check the balance for me?"

    She frowned, taking the card from him without a word. He anxiously watched her do some typing and mouse clicking but then it finally became clear as day.

     It wasn't a mistake.

    "Your balance is 19.553.304 dollars and 55 cents, sir."  

    "…19 million? Are you sure it's not Korean won?"

    "It's…US Dollars."

    "US Dollars!?" Yeonjun exclaimed in pure disbelief. He was catching stares from innocent bystanders but this was…just…wow.

    He grabbed his forehead, taking a step back.

    Why would his mother live in an old flat in South-East London with all of this money at her disposal? Where did she even get it from and why the fuck is it just his to take like that?

    With the key to his mothers' safe deposit box in the banks' vault, he wasted no time in getting more answers if there were any…and on god, he wished he had ripped that panting off of the wall way sooner. Inside the safe were letters, books, and receipts of how many artworks she sold under a different alias and so much more. For every birthday and every milestone in her life, she wrote a diary entry for Yeonjun to read, and suddenly all of the fuss about confirming his identity made sense.

    His mom wanted to make sure that her fortunes were safe and only for Yeonjun to take. She lived a normal life, only using the money from her teaching jobs to get by, and saved all of the revenues from her auctioned-off art pieces on a separate bank account.

    In a complete trance and almost twenty million dollars to his name, Yeonjun leaves the bank with his bag filled with books, letters, and different notes that he had to read through. Nothing made sense to him anymore and he had to talk to someone about it before he'd go insane.

    Yeonjun plopped himself down on his bed, emotionally and physically exhausted with what he just went through. It was nighttime here, meaning it was early in the morning for Soobin on a school day so he immediately dialed his number with the debit card still in his hands, staring at it in pure disbelief.  

    "Hyung?" Soobin's voice was low and groggy, and Yeonjun figured he woke him up.

    "Ah, hey. Were you asleep? I'm sorry."

    "No, it's fine. My alarm goes off in 10 minutes. What's up? Is everything ok? Excited to come home?" Soobin immediately sounded a lot livelier with the excitement of Yeonjun returning home soon running through his veins.

    Yeonjun sighed, rubbing his temples to relieve the tension of his pounding headache.  

    "Soobin I-" he didn't know how to even start explaining how he stumbled upon a literal fortune in his mothers' bedroom. So, he started from the top, making sure not to leave out any detail.

    "She sold artworks under a different name and saved it all up for over 15 years?" Soobin asks wide-eyed. "How much? Like a few thousand?"

    Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh, nerves and realization hitting him now that he had to say the ridiculous amount out loud.

    "Soobin. It's…19 and a half million dollars."

    Soobin stayed quiet on the other end of the line.


    "…You better start remembering all the shit you've put me through in this friendship." Is the first thing he said, making Yeonjun smile; a chuckle escaping his lips at the fact that even in a situation like this, Soobin tried to lift the mood.

    "Shut up Soobin, I swear to god-"

    "Oppa, buy me a house please." Soobin jokes with a baby voice, which made both of them burst out in laughter. The tension that he had been feeling all day was disappearing like snow on a hot summer morning. There's nothing like the comfort of his best friend, that’s for sure.  

    He missed Soobin the most in moments like this.  

    Yeonjun was so done with the serious melodrama-like life he was living and wanted nothing more than to return to being a regular guy in his early twenties, though he also knew that this money would complicate things in the future.  

    "…Hey do you mind keeping this a secret. I don't want people to find out yet. There's so much that I need to get sorted, I have to tell Christine and help her out too so-"

    "Hey, you got it hyung, don't worry. I've kept your whole affair a secret I can do this too." Soobin quickly clasped his hand over his mouth, in hopes he didn't overstep or piss Yeonjun off but Yeonjun just chuckled in response, making Soobin relax.

    "It's okay. I know I can count on you."

    Yeonjun sighed as they both stayed silent for a second but now that they were on the topic…

    "How's y/n doing?"  

    "…Wow this is like…the first time in half a year you've asked about her."

    "I didn't want to open old wounds," Yeonjun says biting his lip, putting the debit card he was fidgeting with on his nightstand.

    "…Well she's…doing alright." Soobin states with hesitation.

    Yeonjun cocked an eyebrow, he could sense something was off in Soobin's voice.

    "What does that mean?"


    "…Soobin if you don't start talking."

    Soobin swallowed harshly, he knew Yeonjun was going to find out sooner than later, but he'd rather have it be later than right now.

    "Hyung, she's been seeing Juyeon for a while now…they're pretty serious."

    Yeonjun's heart dropped, his eyes widening at the news. He stayed quiet, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that this was really happening right now.

    "Why didn't you tell me…" Yeonjun asks, gnawing at his lip. He wasn't mad, just incredibly stunned by the news as his biggest insecurity became reality; you had moved on.

    "Because I silently hoped I didn't have to, but they've been together for like…3 months now and it's- I don't know. I think she's in that relationship for different reasons than Juyeon."

    "What do you mean."

    "I mean that…I'm pretty sure that when you come back, they won't last."  

    Yeonjun's eyes darted back and forth, his gaze landing on the debit card on his nightstand again and sighed.

    "Is she happy?"  


    "Is she…happy?"

    "…She…seems fine, yes, but-"

    Yeonjun always knew Juyeon was the better option for you. He was emotionally stable and seemed to be willing to sacrifice the world for you so if you'd end up dating anyone, he was glad that it was with someone who genuinely loved you. Even if it hurt as much as it did and even if it was Juyeon. Your happiness was the most important thing to him and he couldn't bring it upon himself to mess up the stability you've created for yourself now that Yeonjun was out of the picture.

    "It's getting late, and you'll be late to class so, I'll talk to you later there's something I have to do." Yeonjun interrupts him, stopping Soobin from saying anything that'll change his mind.


    "It's ok, I'm ok. I'll text you…bye." He assures Soobin before abruptly ending the call.

    He threw his phone on the bed and sighed deeply, taking the debit card from his nightstand to inspect it as he slips into deep thought.

    "I guess I'm staying."

    (Two Years Later)

    You stirred in your sleep as you feel his arms wrap around your waist. He was spooning you, trying to get you to wake up as gently as he could but you weren't budging. He smiled to himself, letting his cold fingers graze your tummy under your shirt to then cup your breast in his large hand as he connected his lips to the skin of your neck; placing chaste little pecks on your skin to tease you

    "Baby, wake up…" he lowly whispers in your ear, moving your messy hair out of your face to kiss your temple next.  

    You slowly open your eyes, still feeling tired and sore from the night before as you blink the sleep away before coming to your senses. Your hand found his under your shirt, making you lean closer to his upper body. "Mmmh" you hummed contently, looking back to see Juyeon staring at you with a loving smile tugging at his lips.

    "Good morning, love."

    You yawn, letting out a cute squeal as you stretch your body before turning around to face him. You trace your fingertips over his face, attaching your lips to his neck the same way he did to you. It made him smile in response as he patted your head, moving you on top of him to cuddle you. "Good morning," you whisper letting your cheek rest on his bare chest.  

    "Can you believe it's been two years…" he asks, rubbing your back in warming up and down motions but that question alone had your mind run into overdrive.

    Two years…so much has happened.

    You graduated college half a year ago and were now working as an assistant performance coordinator for an entertainment company. Juyeon was still in med school, finishing up the second half of his studies, and has been working over hours at the hospital now that his education was mostly focused on fieldwork.  

    Ever since Yeonjun decided to stay in London, life had flipped upside down. No matter how toxic or bad it was, you never intended to stay with Juyeon as long as you did…thinking that Yeonjun's return after his semester would change things but when he never came back, you let yourself forget about him or the probability of ever getting back together.

    When you first found out he'd be staying in London for an indefinite amount of time, your heart broke, even though you were already with Juyeon. The truth is that Yeonjun was always going to be your first love and no matter how many miles you were apart you thought that you'd find your way back to each other eventually, but sadly; you never did.

    You had to give Juyeon credit though. He had been nothing but an amazing boyfriend to you, even throughout his hectic working and study hours, he has always put you first and helped you resolve your traumas and personal troubles as well as he could. At first, the trust issues were bad, you had explosive fights with him over stupid shit but soon enough you both found a middle ground and it somehow made your relationship with him stronger in the end.  

    Things with Juyeon weren't as perfect as they seemed to your friends and family, school and your jobs made things difficult for you but your relationship survived throughout time, against all odds and judgment. However, lately there’s been a shift. He was barely home because of his job, your sex life was suffering and you were missing the excitement you once felt. If it wasn’t for your two year anniversary last night, you’d be sleeping alone because he’d be at work or studying till’ late.

    You love him, you genuinely do, and your future with him was a clear and stable one where you could feel safe and loved. He reminded you of that during the celebration of your second anniversary last night, so you felt extra guilty for thinking of Yeonjun in a moment like this.

    "…I know, it's hard to wrap my mind around how fast time has flown," you mumble with a sad glint in your eyes as you stare at the wall.  

    He looked down at you and kissed your head, sensing that sentiment was getting the better of you. After spending so much time together you almost breathed in sync, so he was able to sense something was wrong by just the slightest waver in your tone.  

    "Are you okay?" he asked, tugging at your chin to make you look up at him. You nod at him sheepishly, planting a soft kiss on his lips to then push yourself off of him to get out of bed. You were still sharing the apartment with Mirae, but soon things would change as she would move out to live with Soobin and the same went for you and Juyeon.

    Change was scaring you, and the fact that moving in together was the next big step was honestly terrifying to you, even if most nights were spent together…it'd make things even more official than they already were and the commitment scared you.

    "I have to get going soon." You say stretching your body as you get out of bed. "I'm having brunch with Mirae and Wooyoung."  

    "Ugh, I have to leave too." Juyeon huffs as he reluctantly got out of bed. "I'm working till late."

    "…I hate how they snatch up your Saturdays too." You pout, holding your arms out for him so he'd come and hug you.

    He trapped you in his embrace, giving your forehead a quick kiss to calm you down.  

    "I'm a rookie, they're making me work the weekends on purpose. I'm sorry baby but I don't think I'll be making it to dinner tonight either."  

    You sigh, letting go of him. "I know, I understand," you say as you fix his hair. He pouted at you, this is the third weekend in a row that he had to work and even though he showed you the stars last night it was taking a toll on you both in forms of sexual frustration and just frustration in general  

    He'd either be too worn out or irritated once he got home at night and even though he rarely picked a fight with you, it was putting weight on your relationship in little ways. You knew what you got yourself into when you started dating him though, so you could never really complain, especially since you know he hated being apart as much as you did.  

    "Well doctor Lee, if you have time, I'm in desperate need of a full-body check-up under the shower." You suggestively let your hand glide down his chest to stop at the hem of his boxers, tugging at the elastic band so it'd softly snap back onto his skin.

    He threw his head back in laughter, startling you as he picked you up from the floor to carry you to the bathroom in bridal style as you erupt in giggles when he attacked your neck with kisses.

    "Well if it's a medical emergency…then I can't say no." Juyeon cheekily remarks, planting another wet kiss on your lips.

    Catching up with your friends was much needed after a hectic workweek, and just like always, time was passing effortlessly.  

    "I mean don't get me wrong, I fucking love him. But that damn hedgehog hates me and I'm starting to think he loves it more than me." Mirae pouts as she crossed her arms over her chest like a child. You roll your eyes at her, patting her back as you looked at Wooyoung who was simply sipping his Mojito with big chugs.  

    Brunches with them always turned into day drinking and just like every other time that Mirae got slightly intoxicated, she started to voice her insecurities.  

    "What if we move in together and he wants another one! What will I do!?"

    "Bitch, you're being ridiculous. Be glad it's an animal and not another bitch." Wooyoung says rolling his eyes, which made you cackle in response until Mirae glared at you, making you bite your lip to hide your smile.  

    "Mirae come on. Don't get cold feet now, you're literally moving in together next week," you say. She buried her face in her hands, zoning out for a while which gave you the perfect opportunity to sneakily take her drink away from her to stop her from getting even drunker.

    "Both of you are in these happy stable relationships, crying about sharing expenses, settling down, and starting families. And here I am…a free man without a care in the world. I'm glad all I have to worry about is myself." Wooyoung says raising his glass in the air to cheers with himself after downing his cocktail in one go.

    "Wooyoung shut up, just put your pride aside and make up with San, that fight was so petty and stupid." You say rolling your eyes.

    What a shitshow, your friends are practically drinking their insecurities away while you sit there with your mocktail because you had to drive them home after.

    You were glad you weren't drinking with them because lord knows what'd come out of your mouth after your honest thought process from this morning.

    The fact that Yeonjun still had this much of a death grip on you after all these years and all of these miles apart was embarrassing, especially with Juyeon in the picture. People would kill to be with someone like Juyeon…so what the fuck was your problem?

    "Whatever." Wooyoung huffs, licking his right canine as he slips into deep thoughts about his relationship with San.

    "Ok…that's it…I'm getting the bill." You push yourself off of the barstool you were sitting on and make your way to the cash register to pay. You lingered around the bar as you looked back at Mirae and Wooyoung, deciding to take out your phone to update Soobin on Mirae's concerns.

    He picked up after a few beeps. "Hey, what's up! Aren't you supposed to be with Mirae? Wait…did anything happen? Is she ok?"

    You raise your eyebrows in surprise at his hecticness. "Hi…relax. Nothing's wrong, she's just…a little drunk."

    "…Drunk? It's 1 PM."

    "Yeah…it's the three of us…you know how that goes."

    "So…if she's ok, what's up?" Soobin asks with concern.

    "She's having insecurities. Try giving her more attention than your pet and she'll be fine."

    Soobin scoffed. "She's so dramatic, but thanks for the heads up, I guess."

    You stayed quiet on the other end of the line, making Soobin suspect that something else was up. "And what's bothering you?"  

    "Huh?" you felt like you got caught for some reason, hating how Soobin didn't even have to see your face to sense that something was off. "Nothing," you lie.


    "It's nothing, I have to go. I'll drop her off soon."

    And just like that, you ended the call. You weren't just about to confess that you've been thinking of Yeonjun again lately, especially to Soobin who just got back from a visit to London a few weeks ago.  

    You weren't going to ask about him or bring it up, knowing that you could never act upon your regrets so what was the point?  

    After dropping Wooyoung off first, you make your way up to Soobin's old apartment that he shared with Yeonjun since Mirae was staying with him over the weekend.

    "One more step, come on." You say out of breath as you drag her with you. Of course, the elevator had to be out of service when you had a limp best friend on your side but to your luck, Soobin was already outside to take over.

    "Hi baby." He mumbled as Mirae giggled in his embrace, he simply rolled his eyes at how much of a lightweight she was when she fell numb in his arms and carried her inside to let her sleep it off in his bed.

    You sat down on the oh-so-familiar couch, even though you still came here quite often it was still hard to be here, especially with the closed door to his old bedroom staring at you mockingly.  

    "So," Soobin says plopping down on the couch. "It's actually good that I'm seeing you right now because…"  

    Soobin walked over to the cabinets above the tv and retrieved something small from the cupboard that you couldn't quite make sense of. You raise your brows at him, giving him a questioning look once he checks if his bedroom door is closed.

    He revealed a tiny velvet box in his hands, opening it up to show you the most beautiful yet simple engagement ring that would fit Mirae perfectly.

    Your eyes widened and you had to stop yourself from letting out a squeal. "WHAT!?"  you whisper scream, "Soobin, oh my god it's beautiful. This is a huge step. Holy shit! Are you serious!?"

    He nodded with pride, letting you inspect the ring. You pout at him, giving his upper arm a soft punch. "Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic." He smiled at you, putting the ring back in its box.

    "When are you popping the question?" you ask, giddily clapping your hands out of excitement.

    "I was thinking of inviting everyone over once we get the keys to the new house and make it a whole moment…you know…new beginnings with the most important people in our lives, it'd be great."

    "That's…so fucking cute." You pout, giving Soobin’s arm yet another punch which made him rub the affected area with a coy smile.

    "So…can I count on you to distract her during the day so I can set everything up?" you smile at him with tears in your eyes, sentiment getting the better of you as you wrap him into a hug that he accepted with giggles.

    "Of course! You got it."

    "Juyeon, come on. Are you serious?" you tried to be understanding, you really did. But this was a huge moment for you. Your best friend was getting engaged. It was a milestone and memory of such huge proportions that you wanted him to be there with you but once again…he got called into the hospital.

    "Baby, there's nothing I can do."

    "Can't you just call in sick? Please?"  

    He raised his brow at you, asking a righteous man to lie about his health for the benefit of yourself at the expense of people in need at the hospital was a little too ridiculous of a request in his book. You should've known better than to push it. Cause now he's angry.

    "You know I can't, look I'm sorry. I wished things were different, but I have to go now."  

    You stayed quiet, crossing your arms over your chest to angrily watch him put on his shoes and retrieve his belongings to take with him.  

    "It's a night shift, so I'll be back in the morning." He says, approaching you to kiss your forehead.  

    You let him, but didn't respond which made him look back at you a second time.  

    "I promise I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry, I have to go ok? Will you be good sleeping alone tonight?"

    You bite your lip, trying not to be snappy but this bothered you more than you thought it would. "I'm used to it by now, I'll be fine."

    He stayed quiet, his eyes turning sad at how angry you were…and honestly, he completely understood. "…See you tomorrow." He says, turning his back to you to leave, and just as he opened the door; Mirae was about to enter the apartment that you'd be sharing with her for just a few more hours until she officially moved out.

    Sensing the ice-cold atmosphere, she quickly shut the door behind Juyeon and made her way over to you.

    "Hey…what was that? Isn't he coming to see my new place?"  

    You sighed, shaking off your anger as you give Mirae a soft smile. This was going to be a huge night for her, and you were going to make sure that it'd be perfect. "He had to work."


    "Yeah. But…let's just forget about it ok, this is supposed to be a fun night."

    "Are you sure?"

    "Yessss, now let's go! I can't wait to see this new place of yours."

    Soobin opened the door to his new place from inside, his eyes growing in size while standing frozen on his feet as if he's just seen a damn ghost.  

    "HYUNG!?" he exclaimed, leaping forward to hug Yeonjun as tightly as he could.  

    Yeonjun chuckled in his hold, making them twirl around in each other's embrace.

    Soobin detached himself, holding Yeonjun by his shoulders at an arms-length to check if he was real. "W-what I don't understand. How?"

    Yeonjun smiled back at him brightly. "You didn't think I was going to miss my best friends' engagement, right?"  

    "Oh my god, I can't believe it, I-" Soobin stopped himself, realizing that you'd be here any second with Mirae as most of the guests had already arrived.  

    "Shit…hyung…y/n is literally on her way and she might bring Juyeon…will you be ok?"  

    Yeonjun sighed, nodding while giving Soobin a thumbs up. "I'll be fine."  

    No, he won't. He was a nervous wreck. But Yeonjun was a master at hiding his feelings, and tonight was about Soobin, so he'd make sure to keep a low profile.

    As he got in the house, gasps from his college friends welcomed him inside the house. He was incredibly happy to see them, letting them all squeeze him as a 'welcome back.'

    "It's so good to see you!" Taehyun exclaims as he put an arm around Yeonjun's shoulder.

    Beomgyu and Hueningkai joined and were quick to start rambling about the wild nights they had in London when they all came to visit him, and even Wooyoung was happy to see Yeonjun. Though he was more surprised than glad.

    A few minutes later you were around the corner with an oblivious Mirae in front of you. You sent Soobin a text 5 minutes ago that you two were close so that he could start preparing. She was telling you all about the neighborhood and decoration ideas she had for the apartment as you walked up to the door. You were trying to hide your smile, not so attentively listening to her ramble when she tried to open the door; just to find out that it was already ajar.

    "…Huh?" she mumbles.


    "…Why is the door open?"

    "Dude…you tell me, it's your house," you say playing along.

    Mirae knitted her eyebrows together, opening the door wide to walk inside with you trailing behind her but something already felt off to her. As she walked past the hallway and into the living room she was surprised by her closest friends and family, in an empty yet fully festively decorated apartment. They cheered for her as she walked in, which startled her so bad that you had to catch her from behind.  

    "WHAT'S GOING ON!?" she yelled at the top of her lungs as she clutches her chest with her hand dramatically. Soobin walked over to her, hysterically laughing and clapping his hands at the pure shock written across her features.  

    "Surprise baby! I thought we'd throw a party to celebrate a few things." He giggled as he cupped her face. She looked at him with question marks in her eyes, adoration evident in her gaze before she quickly pecked his lips.

    "Soobin that's so sweet but…couldn't you wait to throw a housewarming party? There's no furniture and there are so many guests…what do we even feed them and-" she was rambling making everyone in the room chuckle at her little panic attack.

    You were in a trance, watching them with pride as they had their little moment together. You hadn't even looked around the room to see who was there yet, but since you were standing right behind them you knew you had to step back so Soobin could pop the big question. You took out your phone, pressing record as you stared at them in anticipation with tears in your eyes.  

    "Baby…baby…shhh, they're all here for a different reason. We'll have a housewarming party some other time." Soobin says as he grabbed Mirae by her shoulders, making everyone in the room laugh at the comedic duo.

    She looked at him in confusion again, and then he suddenly got down on one knee which made her gasp, furiously shaking her head in disbelief as tears started to spill from her eyes at the realization of what was happening. "W-what?" she choked out.

    As Soobin started his speech you looked at your phone screen to check if it was still recording until your eye caught a glimpse of someone familiar in the left corner. Your eyes dart to that same corner of the room, and suddenly time stopped.

    You make eye contact with Yeonjun for the first time in two and a half years. Your mouth goes dry when you feel your heart race while you break out into cold sweat. Your ears started to ring, completely forgetting your surroundings like you were the only two in the room as Soobin’s words to Mirae became muted out.

    It…it can't be.

    He unapologetically stared back at you, and when he saw all of the color subside from your face, he knew for sure that you were looking at him while Soobin was pouring his heart out to a tearful Mirae, their family, and friends.

    You had no grasp on reality, but when you heard Soobin ask the question you came back to your senses, quickly averting your attention back on the couple in front of you.

    "Will you marry me?" Soobin asked with literal sparkles in his eyes.  

    Mirae was sobbing by now, getting onto her knees as well to furiously nod at his question. She then peck his lips over and over again while she wrapped her arms around his neck, making everyone in the room cheer and clap for the happy couple.

    You looked at them a little dazed, it was beautiful…if only you didn't miss half of it.

    "SHE SAID YESSSS!" Beomgyu shouts as he makes his way to the couple to congratulate them first. Since he was standing next to Yeonjun, all eyes were on them…including Mirae's and that's when she had yet another reason to be shocked as her widened eyes found yours after seeing Yeonjun in her living room.

    You quickly make your way over to her, congratulating her and Soobin with the most genuine smile you could muster up right now.  

    "T-thanks but y/n…"

    "I know. I know. Don't let it ruin the moment. I'll be fine." You kiss her cheek as you wipe a remaining tear from her face with a tender smile, quickly escaping the hoard of people that were forming around the couple to congratulate them.

    You didn't look back because you needed air, fast.  

    Your breathing was turning into something similar to a panic attack as you finally find yourself alone, the chatter of people and the music playing becoming background noise. You open the sliding doors to the balcony connected to the couples' empty master bedroom and take a deep breath as fresh air hits your nostrils.

    You sat down on the bench in the left corner, burying your face in your hands in effort to calm down until you hear soft knocks on the glass door. Your head snapped into the direction of the sound and you immediately avoided eye contact as you watch him stand there with big eyes and a pout on his lips. Shit…it’s really him.

    He furrowed his eyebrows, it’s how used to look at you when he was worried about you. You guess some things don't change, just like the irreplaceable feeling of electricity jolting through your veins every time you were in close proximity.  

    "Y/n…" he kneeled down in front of you, putting a hand on your knee for comfort. "I should've told you I was coming but I didn't want to ruin the surprise for Soobin…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ambushed you like that," he says with a sad glint in his eyes as he watched you avoid his gaze.

    You slowly gained back your confidence and lifted your head to look back at him, staring at his features one by one in pure disbelief. He was a lot leaner and more muscular than before, his features appearing to be much sharper as all traces of baby fat had disappeared.

    He looked mature and handsome as always, staring into what seemed like your soul as a small smile tugged at his lips. He didn't know if he was overstepping but he lifted his hand to softly caress your cheek, making you close your eyes as the feeling of being whole again washed over you. "I've missed you." He states without thinking.

    "…W-why didn't you come back" you choke out as you look into his eyes for answers, completely ignoring his confession.

    He sighed, biting his lip with regret. "Because you were better off without me."

    "T-that's not true."

    "Y/n…you moved on first."  

    You kind of stop breathing at that sentence, because…he wasn't wrong. You bite your lip, looking at your own hands in your lap in silence before taking a deep breath. You felt a mix of emotions that made no sense together. Guilt, remorse, regret, but also happiness, nervousness, and sadness.  

    "How about you…are you…"

    "Dating? No," he says, getting up from the floor to sit down next to you.

    No matter how wrong it was, you couldn't deny the fact that you were relieved to hear he wasn't in a relationship…even if you were.

    "And you? Still with him?" he asks, looking at your features one by one. He had missed you so much, seeing you felt surreal, but he also knew he had to control himself.

    "Yes, but- " You stop yourself for a second, unsure if you should mention the rough patch you are facing in your relationship right now, though your silence did all the talking for you.

    Yeonjun quickly averted the conversation, sensing how uncomfortable you were getting, which made him feel sorry for even asking. You ended up having small talk, telling each other about what you've been up to for the past two and a half years in a rough summary.

    You told him about your new job, your new apartment and new friends but other than that your life stayed the same unlike his. You listened attentively as he explained how he's been living with his newfound family in a house he bought for them in the central part of London after he finished college.  

    As the conversation progressed you felt yourself relax more and more. He was still the same Yeonjun, just a bit more careful and mature and less…flashy.

    "…Not to pry but…how could you possibly afford that?" you ask carefully.

    "My mom left me an inheritance, it's a long story." He explains eyeing your reaction but you didn’t make a big deal out of it…to his relief.

    You nod understandingly, knowing you're in no position to keep asking questions even if you wanted to.

    "…So what are your plans now?" you question, making Yeonjun cross his legs over each other as he leaned back, zoning out as his gaze fixated on the beautiful cities' skyline that could be seen perfectly from where the two of you were seated.

    "…Actually. I've had this dream for a while now…and I've been planning it out for the past few months after I graduated."

    "What is it?" you ask, noticing that a piece of his hair was prickling his eyes. Without thought, you brushed the stray piece of hair away with your fingers, which made him look at you in surprise.

    You quickly withdrew your hand, stopping yourself from slipping into old habits.

    He looked at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as you stared at him with your big doll-like eyes.  

    "I want to move back here and start a dance academy in the neighborhood I grew up in. I'll let kids from broken homes or financially unstable families join for free. I want to give them the safe haven I never had. And I want to use the money my mom left me to do good you know, it's what she would've wanted."

    You stare at him with admiration, astounded by his words and big plans to change lives. You always knew Yeonjun was meant for more than he gave himself credit for, but this was beyond anything you could've imagined.

    "If I can prevent kids from turning out like myself, I'll be happy to help." He states, making you chuckle in response at the dark joke. The sound of your laugh made him look back at you again, which got him to tenderly reciprocate your smile as he kept his eyes on you.

    "That's…amazing. With everything, you've been through…I can't even imagine how hard things must've been. I'm so proud of you." You meant every word you said as you looked into his eyes. Feeling your heart swell as he shyly beamed at your flattering words.

    Yeonjun felt content and happy to know that you could be mature enough to be in each other's presence like this again. All the pain you went through both together and individually made the two of you evolve into better versions of yourself. It was evident in the little things.

    A comfortable silence took over as you both stared at the view until Yeonjun broke it.

    "You know what's ironic," he starts.

    "What?" You ask turning your body towards him to give him your full attention.

    "We met on a balcony." He smiled at you with mischief in his eyes, making you roll your eyes at him. He giggled as both of you felt the energy between you shift from serious to playful.

    "Technically we didn't meet on the balcony. We snuck out onto the balcony to…you know. Connect." You feel heat rise to your ears as you utter those words in his presence given your history and it made Yeonjun burst into laughter at your innocent choice of words.

    "We were so god damn horny back then, jeez." He states making you widen your eyes as you indignantly slap his upper arm while nervously giggling the embarrassment of your past away. "Yeah…we were fucking insatiable."

    "We couldn't even hold a conversation for two minutes before we'd be all over each other…" he comments, lost in thought or should he say; imagination, as he reminisced to the good old times.

    He bit his lip as he looked at you and you  were about to open your mouth to speak until the music from inside the apartment suddenly became louder. You assume it was Wooyoung's doing since you recognized the songs from his playlist earlier, but when your ears fixated on which was playing, you got goosebumps all over your body.

    "Is that-" you ask wide-eyed

    "Oh my god, it's that fucking salsa song we danced to." Yeonjun giggles. "Wahh. What the hell"  

    He got up, fixing his loosely fitted blouse and necklace to then hold out his hand for you. He looked good enough to eat, but you quickly snap out of your trance as he nudges you.

    "Come on. For old times' sake." He says with a charming smile.

    You look up at him, hesitating for a second but you automatically put your tiny hand in his large one, shuddering at the physical touch and the warmth of his hand as he laced his fingers through yours. How could you say no to him? It was physically impossible not the be sucked back in by his aura.

    He pulled you up from the bench, making you laugh once he lifts your intertwined fingers to twirl you around, confidently pulling you into him for a slow dance.  

    His hands traveled down your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your chin rest on his shoulder as you slowly swayed to the beat. You were getting emotional in this serene moment, thinking about everything you've been through together.

    You moved like magnets, no matter how much time had passed, if you were close enough you were automatically drawn to each other like a force of nature. So fighting it was no use.

    You closed your eyes, realizing how much you've missed him, his touch, and the smell of his familiar cologne and that's when it hit you like a fucking brick wall.

    History was repeating itself…in reverse.  

    You were scared to let go of him once the song ended, but when the next song started playing he was the first pull away, resting his forehead against yours.

    He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "…I've missed you so much." He says, slowly opening his eyes to see you bite your lip with your eyes pinched closed. You shook your head, letting go of him to turn away. Grabbing onto the balcony railing for dear life.

    "I can't do this…" you choke out, feeling your heart clench in your chest as you think of Juyeon.

    Two years…two fucking years of safety and emotional healing with a man that was too good for you. And you were ready to throw it all away for Yeonjun the minute he came back to you.

    You hated yourself, but above all, you hated how you still loved Yeonjun just the same.

    "Y/n…look at me."

    Yeonjun came closer, putting his hand on top of yours to show comfort that you didn't want. You softly shook your head, waiting for him to let go of you and walk away but you should've known better. He tugged at your chin with his thumb and index finger, and once you looked at him with teary eyes, his hands traveled down to the back of your neck to pull you into him for a hug so tight and warm that you never wanted him to let go. Lucky for you neither did he, because even though Yeonjun has created family and safety wherever he went, you felt like home; even after all this time apart.

    "I really…really want to kiss you right now." He says slightly pulling away from you. He was reciting the exact same words you said that started the timeline of your fucked up relationship years ago on Wooyoung's balcony.

    He ghosted his fingers over your lips as he cupped your face, admiring your beauty some more when you let out a shaky exhale. Before you could withdraw your mind from its far places, your eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips, and once he noticed that, he pulled you into him without warning.

    His cushiony plump lips made contact with yours after years of being apart, kissing you oh so gently as if you were made of fragile glass and you completely gave in to the sin.

    He slowly massaged his lips against your own as you held onto his wrists for leverage, tilting your head to give him better access to explore your tongue with his own. The kiss intensified which made you take a step back as he pushed you against the railing to stabilize you. His hands traveling down your body to take a firm hold of your waist while your arms wrapped around his neck, your tongues still dancing with each other as passion and emotion took over completely for a few more stolen kisses, until he pulled away.

    "Fuck," he cursed.

    The two of you were completely out of breath, staring at each other in surprise at how quickly things escalated between the two of you, again.

    "Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have initiated that, I-"

    You furiously shook your head as he spoke, grabbing his face to place another kiss on his lips which had his eyes widening, making him cup his own face on top of your hands.

    "W-what are you doing. You-"

    "It's you Yeonjun," you interrupt him. "It's always been you." You admit once more.

    He stared at you in shock, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that you still wanted him as much as he wanted you. He couldn't believe his luck, and you couldn't believe yourself either, but giving in to your heart was better than lying to yourself for the rest of your life.  

    Even if it was going to be messy, this is where your heart knew you belonged: with Yeonjun.

    Your facial expression changed once you saw a tear escape the corner of his eye. You were quick to wipe it away as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead to then close his eyes in solace.  

    A small smile tugged at your lips. The familiar fire in your heart igniting again as you feel it swell with love and adoration for the man that was standing in front of you right now.

    He opened his eyes again, looking at you the exact same way.

    "It's always going to be you."

    (1 year later.)

    Yeonjun and yourself were sitting on your shared living room floor with the huge canvas of his mother's unfinished painting in front of you.

    Your clothing, hands, and arms were covered in paint as you were putting the last finishing touch on your half, stopping yourself to take a breather and watch him paint.

    "You have talent." You say with a smile as you watch him stick his tongue out in full concentration mode.

    “I watched like 5 Bob Ross tutorials.” He states proudly, putting his paintbrush down to look at the entirety of the painting.

    “I mean..it looks…finished?” you say, knowing that no matter how hard the two of you tried; you could never come close to the talent of his mother.

    He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Let’s just say that our part has some different artistic meaning when people coming over and ask about it.”

    Yeonjun wanted to finish his mother’s lone wolf painting together so you could hang it up in the hallway. It’d be a metaphor of how you completed him and brought light to their tragic story and once he explained his vision to you, you couldn’t possibly say no. You were flattered that he trusted you with something as emotionally fragile and big as this, knowing how much that painting meant to him.

    You smiled at him with fondness, wiping your hands clean on a random towel.

    “Well…if you’re 100% satisfied, let’s hang it up.” You suggest.

    The two of you carefully pick it up, making your way to the hallway to place the painting in the bolts that Yeonjun put up earlier.  

    He gave the painting a final nudge so it’d hang straight, wrapping you up into his arms from behind to look at it together.

    He sighed contently, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead as he stared at the canvas with sentiment.

    “I love you.” You tell him as you caress his cheek, making him look down at you with adoration. “I love you too.” He says smiling back at you with stars in his eyes.

    You sigh, but were quick to snap out of your lovey-dovey trance as you realized something important which made you slap his chest.

    “Oh, god. We have an hour to get ready for the opening of your Academy.” You start to panic, looking at the time. It was one huge event after another lately, Soobin and Mirae’s wedding last week, you moving in together this week, and the grand opening to his Academy tonight.  

    Everyone was going to be there, your friends, family, including media outlets and other officials. It was a big deal, something Yeonjun had been planning out for almost 1,5 years.  

    You were proud of him, but right now it seemed like you were the only nervous wreck around here when he should be a lot more nervous than you right now.

    “An hour?” Yeonjun asks, mischievously trapping you in his arms to then lift you off of the floor bridal style. You tried to fight it, but it was no use as he carried you to the bathroom.  

    “Yeonjun stop put me down. We don’t have time, if we show up late together, literally everyone will know why.” You whined, but he wasn’t listening. His shirt was already off, as were his boxers when you looked back at him.

    He chuckled lowly, lifting your chin to kiss you with fervor as he backed you into the walk-in shower with your clothes still on.

    He trapped your lower lip between his teeth, making you moan in his mouth as his hands cupped your breasts under your shirt, and by now he knew you caved to his touch.

    Your clothes and hair were drenched under the hot stream of the water-fall shower, making Yeonjun’s mouth water at how incredibly good you looked like this.  

    “Don’t worry baby, It’ll be our sneaky little secret,” he says with a sinful smile.

    #yeonjun scenarios#yeonjun imagines#yeonjun smut#yeonjun angst#juyeon scenarios#juyeon imagines#juyeon smut#juyeon angst #choi yeonjun imagines #choi yeonjun#yeonjun #choi yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun scenarios #lee juyeon scenarios #lee juyeon smut #txt scenarios#txt imagines#txt smut#txt angst#txt fluff #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #kpop smut#kpop angst#kpop fluff#kpop fanfic#kpop fic#kpop fanfiction #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together smut
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  • jenoslastbraincell
    17.10.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Warnings: smut, bondage, teasing, blindfold


    "I can't see," Soobin whined for the 10th time. "Baby, that's the point." You tightened his restraints, sitting on top of his hips. Your fingers traced his muscles, resting on top of his chest. "But I can't see how pretty you are-" Soobin cried out, once again. "I'm trying to make you feel good; you need to relax." You pushed your hips roughly against his crotch, keeping a constant pace.

    A moan erupted from Soobin's lips; blush rose to his cheeks in embarrassment. You couldn't help cut coo at the shy boy, "don't hide your moans, bunny." His lips parted with a groan, tilting his head back painfully. Your lips gently kissed his neck, leaving light stains of lipstick. His hard-on poked through his pants, practically stabbing at your pussy. "Don't worry, baby; I'll help you cum fast."


    - Collab with @keullaesigbeogeo -

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    #txt #yeonjun x reader #choi soobin #choi soobin smut #choi line #choi line smut #txt choi line smut #txt choi line #txt soobin #txt choi soobin #soobin#soobin smut#txt kinktober#kinktober
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  • beomye
    17.10.2021 - 10 hours ago

    ( ◜‿◝ )♡ txt are just very tall little gremlins

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  • xsoftjinnie
    17.10.2021 - 11 hours ago

    ㅤㅤ૮₍ ˃⤙˂ ₎ა   ...   현진   ★   ᯇ

    ╰───➤𝐘̱𝐄𝐎𝐍🅙🅤🅝🅘🅔 ꜜ

    ଘ♡ଓ*:゚+。 o。━━☆☆━━"𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐? 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇?"

    #kpop#yeonjun aesthetic#txt yeonjun #choi yeonjun soft #choi yeonjun #yeonjun soft packs #yeonjun#yeonjun txt#aesthetic #pink soft aesthetic #soft #yeonjun tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together
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  • paintingtennaked
    17.10.2021 - 11 hours ago

    Choi Soobin

    Choi Yeonjun

    Choi Beomgyu

    Kang Taehyun

    Kai Kamal Huening

    #txt#choi soobin#soobin#choi yeonjun#yeonjun#choi beomgyu#beomgyu#kang taehyun#taehyun #kai kamel huening #huening kai#kai#kpop #sub!soobin #sub!yeonjun #sub!beomgyu #sub!idol #dom!reader
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  • joonielocks
    17.10.2021 - 13 hours ago
    txt; chaotic wonderland

    𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 ♡

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  • 1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess
    17.10.2021 - 14 hours ago

    Homepage Guide:


    Requests -

    Do (you can request): angst, fluff, suggestive, smut (but don't get your hopes up, (ToT)

    Don't (you may NOT request): anything sexual or suggestive for underage idols

    Criticism -

    Do: Feel free to let me know what you think I could do better

    Don't: Take this as an opportunity to be rude. (You will be blocked and reported as well as any other accounts you may make in future)


    Do: Definitely feel free to message me about any and everything

    Don't: Come to bully me or talk disrespectfully about any idol or sexualize idols (minors or not) as that is not what I do. I simply write fantasies and do not see these idols as some sort of sex symbol and I appreciate them as musical artists.

    That's all I have. This page will be updated whenever possible and information and content will be added whenever relevant.

    Bye for now :)

    First Uploaded:10 Oct 2021

    Last Updated: 10 Oct 2021

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  • isnt-it-gorgeous
    17.10.2021 - 15 hours ago

    This is all I want in life ,this level of comfiness and pure bliss nothing else

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