A new voice draws your attention, and you look up to see another young Terran running towards you and the boy collapsed in your arms. You'd fallen to one knee under his weight, and even though the sight of another Terran is shocking, you feel a sense of relief as he calls out what must be the boy's name.
As soon as he reaches you, he crouches down and gathers the boy in his arms, almost as if your touch is just as poisonous as the air. He fumbles for a piece of cloth in his pocket and covers the boy's — Donghyun's — mouth and nose with it. Another piece of cloth is tied behind his own head, much like your bandana.
"Who are you?" he asks, voice gruff and eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?"
"I asked you first."
"We don't have time for this." You nod towards Donghyun. "He needs clean air. Where is your...?"
He looks at Donghyun, and his eyes darken. "Too far. He ran out here looking for—" He cuts himself off with a shake of his head and an icy glare in your direction. Although you aren't sure of the reason behind his attitude, you brush past it. Now is not the time for whys and why-nots.
You watch as he lugs Donghyun over his shoulder with a grunt, the cut cloth staying miraculously in place over Donghyun's face. He turns away from you and steps back in the direction he came from.
"What are you doing?"
He gives you another glare. "Just because it might be too far doesn't mean I'm going to give up."
He takes another step. You put a hand on his arm. He flinches.
"I have a place. Three minutes from here — it won't be easy, but it's not too far."
He hesitates, but you can tell he knows your option is a safer bet. Without looking back at you, he says, "I don't know you."
"Then I guess you'll just have to decide. Which of two risks are you more willing to take?"
in which you, one of the few healers left, are summoned to help figure out what has turned a bright, warm aristocrat into nothing but a haunted, reclusive shell of who he used to be.
gn!reader X aristocrat!sungyoon .
PART WARNINGS: just ominous things <3 nothing triggering ! (word count: 600+)
NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.
( apologies for this being late !! hope you enjoy 💕✨ )
Sungyoon hadn’t moved from his spot in the windowsill in a long time; he had yet to even speak since he’d gotten up hours ago, and he couldn’t quite find it within himself to do so now — despite the worried looks Jangjun, who’d left with Youngtaek earlier for reasons unknown, and Daeyeol had given him as he continued staring out into the garden maze. His silence wasn’t necessarily an unusual thing — it hadn’t been for months — but he would, at least, usually greet the few people he saw first thing in the morning. It was a habit he’d had for so many years that he wouldn’t ever be able to quit — one incident couldn’t knock that out of him.
From where he was, Sungyoon was able to watch as the two remaining gardeners — Jibeom and Jaehyun — slowly made their way through the maze; Jibeom brightly talking, his hands carrying buckets full of freshly-pulled grass, and Jaehyun nodding to whatever the other was saying with a smile, pulling a small wagon full of mulch and miscellaneous flowers.
“Bomin’s been gently fussing for the garden to be brighter to look at.”
Sungyoon lightly jumps in surprise, before looking toward where the voice came from; finding Daeyeol sitting at a table a few feet away, looking up at him from where he’d been fixing a torn shirt. Noticing the surprise and confusion on his face, Daeyeol adds, “He kept saying that the dark roses your mother picked were too dreary to see every day. He wanted to add more color to the garden now that he has the power to — and he thought it’d be better for everyone since…whatever happened to you two out there’s created some unwanted talk.”
“This would,” Sungyoon’s voice cracks, making him clear his throat as he tries to relax before hesitantly restarting, “This would be the first time the flowers have been changed since he was born, right?”
Daeyeol lightly hums as he thinks, lifting an eyebrow at the obvious swerve into a lighter topic, before returning his gaze back to his sewing as he replies, “I believe so. Either that, or your twenty-first birthday.”
Ignoring the slight hiss Daeyeol lets out after pricking his finger after he finishes speaking, Sungyoon hums, “Bomin’s twenty-first is coming up, isn’t it? In a couple weeks?”
“It is, yeah.”
“Do you know if he’s wanting to have a traditional celebra—”
“He’s decided to have a household-only party, if what Donghyun’s told me is true.” Daeyeol gently cuts him off, as if he were already expecting the question before Sungyoon had even thought of it. “Who’s left of the household, anyway…”
“Ah, yeah…how many more left this week?”
“Ten,” Daeyeol lifts the shirt he’d been sewing up to check it, “which means that it’s just us, Bomin, Jangjun, and the five that Jangun’s collected under his wing left here.”
“‘That Jangjun’s collected under his wing’ as if you haven’t taken to parenting them as well.” Sungyoon teases him, “Distancing yourself from the fact you co-parent with Jangjun won’t happen with me, ‘Yeol.”
Daeyeol pauses in his movements, opening his mouth with a look of offense, but a set of light knocks on the door interrupts; Seungmin’s cherry hair poking through a moment later as he peeks into the room, quietly shuffling toward Daeyeol once catching his eye.
As Seungmin bends down to lightly whisper to Daeyeol, Sungyoon watches for a second with a slightly puckered frown, curiosity beginning to eat as him at the blatant show of secrecy, before he turns back toward the window; Jaehyun and Jibeom now beginning to tear into the fresh bags of mulch, their large grins showing that their conversation was still as vibrant as it was before Daeyeol spoke, and Sungyoon’s body fully relaxing when noticing the two young gardeners’ grins as they work — willfully ignoring the hushed conversation of guests, a healer and their willful friend, having arrived along with Jangjun and Youngtaek only a few minutes prior going on behind him.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of getting drunk
Genre: best friends to lovers AU, confession AU, college AU, fluff
Plot: Finally, after a year of rejecting every single invitation you have received to go to a party and after Jangjun spent an entire week to convince you to go there with him, you accept. Now you find yourself locked in the male’s dorm of the college with everyone drinking loads of alcohol and your best friend being drunk. But he has been keeping a secret for the last few years and alcohol is not always the secrets’ best friend.
A/N: Here is the first fic for the #FallingIntoAutumn event from @kdiarynet ❤ Hope you guys enjoy it ❤
Taglist -> @staysstrays @ailoveyuta @lost-inthedream (let me know if you want to be added!)
“Please please please pleaseeeeeeeeee.” Jangjun kept saying, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into his arms as both of you walked around the college campus, heading to the library like every Wednesday. You and Jangjun were what dictionary defined as best friend/inseparable even though you could be considered soulmates by some experts. You have known each other ever since you had conscience, your mom and his being best friends and making you both become one as well. You both have always been really united. Wherever he went, you walked behind him closely. Whatever you did, he did the same a few seconds ago just to copy you. You both even went to the same college and were majoring in the same career because yes, that’s how close you are with each other. But years passing by has made you both a little bit different from each other.
Jangjun, as soon as you both started college, made friends pretty fast and loved attending every single party that took place in the campus. You weren’t surprised though, he has always been that kind of person to always have that good vibe everyone wants to get themselves involved in and he was the type of person to always be surrounded by people. You, unlike him, enjoyed the quiet and nerdy side of life more, never wanting to go to crowded places like parties and having just a few more friends apart from him. None of you complained about each other’s life decisions though. If Jangjun wanted to hang out with other people or go to parties you were fine with it and if you wanted to spend the whole weekend with your face buried in books to get the best scores, he was fine as well. He was fine until you wanted to hang out with boys without him. You have noticed a few times he was really reluctant to let you go out with boys if he was not there to “protect” you, or at least that’s what he said. You didn’t pay much attention to those details though, not only because you hardly ever hung out with boys but also because in your own world it was completely impossible that someone like Jangjun were in love with someone like you. Yes, you could be in love with him and have the biggest crush ever on him but it was impossible that he felt the same way towards you.
“Please come with meeeeee!! We’re going to have so much fun I swear.” He kept saying, knocking you out of your thoughts. “I said I’m not going to go to a stupid Fall party. You know how much I hate parties.” You finally said, getting rid of his grip on your arm and walking away from him. “Come on! Why can’t you just do me a favor for once in your life??” He said, running towards you and grabbing your arm once again. “Excuse me? Do I have to remind you of all the favors I have always done for you and how you never did any for me?” You said, looking at him with an upset gaze. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said, letting go of your arm and removing his gaze from yours, perfectly knowing what you were talking about. “Okay let’s make a deal. I’ll go to the party if you come with me to the literature club.” You said, stretching your hand out and waiting for him to seal the deal. “What???? Nah uh, I ain’t going to that boring place.” He said, crossing his arms on his chest, clearly not ready to accept your offer. “Then I ain’t going to that party either.” You said, taking your hand back and restarting your march towards the library. “Wait! When do I have to go?” He said, almost giving in to the deal. “Sunday.” You said with a wide and teasing smile. “What? You know I go to watch the football match every Sunday!!” He complained. “Then I won’t go to the party.” You said, knowing he would give in just because he wanted so damn bad to go to that party. The point where you got slightly lost was on why he wanted so bad to go there with you. “Fine, you win.” He finally says, giving you his hand to seal the deal. “As always.” You said with a proud smile as you shaked his hand.
The day finally arrived. You had to admit you were feeling more excited about the party than you ever thought you would be. You couldn’t tell if it was because Jangjun asked you to go with him, making you feel like you were actually dating, or if it was that he was starting to infect you with his social butterfly personality. You denied the first one even though deep inside your heart you knew that the 16 year old crush you had on him was nothing temporary and that it remained intact inside your heart though. “Are you going to take longer?? You said you wouldn’t get too much done!! You didn’t even want to come!” Jangjun’s voice from downstairs knocked you out of your own world. “Stop complaining! You were the one wanting me to go with you, now carry on with the consequences!!” You answered back, finishing the last details of your delicate outfit.
“Wow.” Those were the only words Jangjun managed to say when he saw you walking down the long stairs. He tried to cover his red ears with his dark hair but the beautiful gleam of admiration at the person standing in front of him that appeared out of the blue, betrayed him making you blush a little. “We should get going, don’t we?” You shyly said, trying to break the uncomfortable atmosphere that was created all of a sudden. You didn’t know how to act in those kinds of situations with Jangjun. He was your life time best friend after all and whenever you both felt flustered because of the obvious love tension that has been growing between you two through the years, none of you knew how to react or treat each other. “Oh, yeah, sure.” He said, shaking his head, trying to erase all the sinful thoughts that appeared on his mind as soon as he saw you.
Once you arrived at the dorms where the party was taking place, you had to admit it was beautifully decorated. Big and beautiful lamps hanging on the ceiling, a few pumpkins decorating some of the tables, a beautiful red carpet covering the wood floor. What a pity all that would be damaged once the real party started.
As soon as hours started to go by, the beautiful scenery you saw when you arrived, slowly turned into an American movie college party. Chips and popcorn were spread all over the beautiful red carpet, the dim orange lights that the beautiful lamps gave were now replaced by colorful and flashing lights typical of clubs and the beautiful pumpkins that once decorated the table were now replaced by tons of glasses full of cider and some other alcohol you couldn’t tell what it was. ‘You wanna dance?’, ‘Holy shit, you’re so pretty, wanna hang out someday?’, ‘Do you have a boyfriend? ‘Cause I can be yours if you want from now on.’ Tons of different questions towards you but a simple and same answer to all of them. ‘No.’
You asked yourself where the hell did Jangjun go an hour ago when he said he was going to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. At this point, you weren’t thirsty at all and all you wanted to do was go back home. “Damn girl! Was your dad a grill master? Because you are sizzling!” A random boy said as he passed in front of you. You just rolled your eyes annoyed until a familiar face and voice came into the boy's frame. “Leave her alone you idiot. She’s my girlfriend.” Jangjun struggled to say. His red cheeks and difficulty to create a coherent sentence clearly let you know he was drunk. But he saved you from having to deal with an annoying ass with pick up lines so you didn’t complain a lot until he sat down on the couch next to you and threw an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. “What are you doing?” You whispered, not wanting others to hear your conversation with him. “Saving you, baby.” He said, smiling and laughing like an idiot, you guessed it was the 7 cups of cider he drank already. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are and how much I like you (Y/N)?” He added, getting a bit closer to your body, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. You knew you had been dreaming with that compliment coming from his lips for so many years but you didn’t want it to come out in that situation when he wasn’t conscious at all of what he was saying. “Jangjun, stop saying stupid things. You’re drunk.” You said, pulling yourself a bit away from his arms, and looking into his eyes to find a sign of him not really meaning what he just said. “I’m not drunk! I swear I like you a lot! Ever since we were in middle school actually!” He said, a pout appearing on his lips as he crossed his arms on his chest like a kid. You really tried hard to find a sign that could let you know that he was just a drunk idiot saying stupid things but you couldn’t find any. “Why are you so blind? I have always liked you! That’s why I never dated anyone idiot!!” He kept saying, trying to convince you of his words. What could you do right now? Reject the boy you have always dreamt about just because he was slightly drunk? It was the only opportunity you would have to do something and confess your feelings as well. You hated it had to be like this, you hated none of you had enough courage to confess your feelings when you weren’t at a party and drinking alcohol but it was now or never. “I like you too…” You finally said. You could feel a heavy weight lifting from your chest as those words came out of your lips, and you could tell by the way Jangjun laid back into the couch that he could also feel that heavy weight lifting after so many years.
The way you both confessed to each other might not be the best way but now, 2 years later of having a beautiful relationship with him and being happier than you have both ever been, you regret absolutely nothing about that party or the way you both confessed.
this all just … tumbled out throughout this past week so .. only slightly edited + can only hope it makes any sense PFPFPF — hope you enjoy ! please like/rb if you do :)
With his hand in yours, Jibeom watches the zombies bang on the doors as you settle back down onto the small couch; the feeling of fear having faded into one of acceptance in your heart, but your hands still tremble ever-so-slightly as you accidentally make eye-contact with one of the bearers of your end after pulling a blanket over your thighs.
The bite on your leg itches; as if to remind you that you were going to die whether your group’s safe-base was attacked or not, that the hoard was — if anything — speeding up the time you had left as you. Your goodbyes to the rest of the people you’d spent months with happened only — what feels like — a few minutes ago; Joochan’s ‘no goodbyes, only see you laters!’ still ringing in your ears, which reminds you that you should probably —
“You need to go.” You let go of Jibeom’s hand, looking toward him and away from the hallow eyes. “They’re waiting on you, dummy.”
You’re met with silence — or as much silence you can get with the banging and snarls — and you realize that Jibeom hadn’t even been looking at the crowd of monsters, but at the bruising bite on your calf. Fighting back a groan as you move it away from his sight to gain his attention, you say, “Jibeom.”
He finally hums, before looking over at you; his eyes shiny while his mouth was twisted into a frown. “I’m still not sure this is the best—”
“Don’t do this.” You sigh, looking away and bringing the blanket around your shoulders closer as if to shield yourself from Jibeom’s continuous protests. When he opens his mouth to continue his speech, you ￼add, “It hurts to move anything below the waist at this point — this is the best.”
“And you need to go — your window of opportunity is closing.” His face scrunches up more after you add this, as if to try his best to oppose your decision in any way he can.
“I just hate the thought that your last moments are of us leaving you to them.” He finally states, all of his face flattening out aside from his mouth, which was still stuck in a deep frown. Your heart twists as you realize that that was what was bothering him — that you wouldn’t be able to comfortably pass away. You look at Jibeom for a moment, trying to ignore the feeling of hey, you’re dying! sinking into your bones.
“My last moments will be knowing that you guys are safe.” You point out, “Not of you guys ‘leaving me to them’. I’d like to think that you’d know I wouldn’t think of you like that.”
A sharp sound of glass breaking echos just as you were about to teasingly click your tongue, bringing your and Jibeom’s attention back toward the groaning monsters’ banging on the windows and doors. “Shit, okay —”
Your hands begin to lightly shake again, the fear of Jibeom not making it out in time growing larger at the sight of the large crack appearing on one of the windows; a clear sign that it wouldn’t be long before the entire window would give in to the weight of who-knows-how-many zombies. With a growing knot in your throat, you wince as you reach over to pull Jibeom’s bag over; a sharp pain spiking up your spine at the sudden movement.
“You need to go, love.” You state, swatting at his worried hands he had stretched out the second you moved to grab his bag. “Before we both end up food for them, and Jaehyun tries something stupid to get you.”
Although slightly slow — as if to still silently argue with you — in his movements, Jibeom finally stands up; pulling his bag over his shoulders, and shuffling toward the back entrance everyone else had earlier.
“But hey,” you start, making him pause halfway to turn to look at you one last time, “I’ll find you, alright? Maybe not as human - or one of those things - but maybe as something smaller. So stay safe, you hear me?” You give him a small, but stern, glare with a teasing smile, sitting back against the couch arm.
Jibeom hums, continuing his way toward the exit while shaking his head, “I’ll try - until next time, right?” And with a tight grin and two-fingered salute, he leaves; the sound of his footsteps just barely audible over the banging and groans of your soon-to-be-guests, and you wait ten more minutes after he disappears before moving again, grabbing an object off the floor with a shaky sigh.
There’s nothing more romantic than dying, you think one last time just before pulling the trigger; the sound echoing with a loud bang! just as the doors break under the monsters. The commotion causing Jibeom — and your group — to look over and watch as the monsters stampede the building that had once held a warmer life.