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opia || y.hs (IX)

♖ pairing: dancer!hyunsuk x designer!reader

♖ genre: fluff, angst, crack

♖ word count: 5.2k

♖ warnings: profanity, insecurity, word vomit

♖ opia (n.): the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable

♖ a/n: idk what happened tbh this was supposed to be a tiny written part before going back to the smau format, but then I got carried away

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yn was seated in the auditorium, precisely at the center, as Hyunsuk had once informed her of how it was the "best seat in the house." People gradually trickled in, taking their seats amongst friends and family, speaking lowly as to not disturb the atmosphere. The lights shone down upon the red velvet interior of the room, from the seats refurbished with the lavish fabric to the carpets which lined the walkways all along the aisles. Some of the faces around her seemed familiar, though many were new, people of the community coming to support their local arts. In the distance at the front end of the auditorium, yn saw two people she knew as Hyunsuk's friends; Byounggon and Seunghun, excitedly whispering to one another in anticipation.

She smiled at this, the thought of Hyunsuk's friends supporting him so wholeheartedly. He deserved that support system. He deserved to know that he had people with him always. Because like he said, being on stage, looking out into a sea of countless faces, yet not being able to discern anyone, it becomes near haunting. And even the mere thought of your friends being out there can seemingly diminish that stress by a minute degree. yn's friends weren't present, Isla currently backstage doing makeup while the other two, Honi and Lotus, were studying for an upcoming exam. So yn sat silently and patiently, body stiffening every time someone passed her row, hoping she'd be allowed to watch Hyunsuk in peace without someone invading her personal space.

Though at the same time, perhaps she needed that sort of distraction. A diversion from the endless train of thoughts in her head. She was planning on cutting off Hyunsuk. Not because she hated him, though rather for quite the opposite. She wasn't ready for this development, these rapidly formed emotions stirring within her striking a subtle panic in her heart, a nervous thrum of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she deliberated on what to tell him after the fact. Does she tell him the truth? That she's grown to like him to an uncomfortable degree? That he remains in her thoughts, either at the forefront of her mind, demanding her attention from whatever task she was partaking in, or as merely a subtle inkling, a tiny glimmer of adoration comfortingly lingering behind the scenes as she went about her day. They had only spoke for less than a month, of course he'd most likely be startled by such a confession and therefore leave on his own. It seemed like a valid route, and yet yn felt fear. The natural fear imbibed in a person when it comes to rejection. To offer your heart to someone, only to have it shattered as your love and all you can offer is inevitably denied. It was irrational, to neither want Hyunsuk to be in her life any longer though also to not want him to abandon her. And as she deliberated on these thoughts, her frenzied thoughts conspired to form a secondary plan.

Lying.

Plain and simple. There were many potentials she could use, to both give him closure, albeit misleading, and to solve her own dilemma. A win-win if there ever was one, right? She could tell him that as the project was now completed, they no longer had to stay in contact. She could tell him she'd like to focus more on her degree. She could gradually cut him off, decrease their talk times until he doesn't even notice that she hasn't messaged him, or perhaps drive him away through talking so much that he goes insane and quite literally blocks her from his life. All horribly thought out ideas, and yet seemed so much more plausible than telling the truth.

The truth was scary, a heavy burden unto her shoulders, pressing her down and reminding her of what she holds. And she could either tell her truth, to share her burden with another, dividing the load and carrying it together. Or she could continue to persevere with this strain, saving the other from having to hold such a massive weight, instead saving the misfortune for herself. She couldn't find it in herself to tell such a thing to Hyunsuk. To force him into rejecting her, a trial almost as painful as receiving said deed. So reasonably, one of the many lies she conjured would be the more acceptable thing to share with her soon to be former friend.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Glancing up rapidly, forgetting briefly where she resided, she was now face to face with none other than Yonghee, a classmate of hers, though also a close friend of Hyunsuk's.

"Oh, not at all, my friends are all busy anyway," She explained gesturing to the seat he stood before.

"Would you mind if I kept you company then?" She shook her head as he took his seat, sighing as he glanced over to the two aforementioned boys at the front waiting for the ballet to start. "I really don't want to sit next to those two. They don't know how to conduct themselves in these performances." yn laughed, already envisioning the raucous the two will make for Hyunsuk, especially considering he was a lead role in the show.

"How'd your costume come out?" yn asked, easily making conversation with the familiar boy beside her.

"It went surprisingly well, I think? Mina wound up liking it a lot, so that made me happy." Yonghee grinned, proud at his accomplishment. "I'll point it out to you when she comes into stage."

"Okay. I don't think I have to point out my creation." Yonghee laughed at her words, shaking his head as he settled.

"I feel like I've seen it more times than my own work. Really good job, by the way. As always, the gifted yn has blessed the earth with another creation of hers." She snorted, elbowing the boy and leaning back in her chair. "Speaking of, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" She turned over to him, seeing his eyes earnestly staring back, brows furrowed in worry. Hesitantly, she nodded, pressing him to continue. "What did Hyunsuk do that caused you to distance yourself from him?"

Her mouth dried in almost an instant, heart stuttering at the question at hand. Gulping, she shrugged her shoulders.

"He didn't do anything at all. As cliche as it may sound, this really is on me." She fiddled with the hem of her sweater, avoiding Yonghee's gaze lingering on her. "I'm planning on explaining that to him after the performance. I hate that he feels so guilty about this when he's completely innocent."

"That's good. He'll be really excited to hear from you." She nodded, smiling gratefully at his words. "You know, it's not really my story to tell, but Hyunsuk really cares about you, yn." He paused tilting his head to get another gander at her face tucked down and facing her lap. "I'm sure you know that already, right?" yn glanced over at Yonghee again, his genuine eyes peering into her, prodding at her conflicted heart, as if offering her something that truly isn't there. It had to be a farce. That knowing glint, the fond twitch of a smile, like he's so positively sure of something, something she can't quite grasp. Yet before she could question his motives, the lights began to dim as the orchestra came to life.

As the music progressed, the crimson curtains separated, unveiling the quaint stage scene of a village. Soon after, Jinyoung appeared, prompting two not-so-anonymous cheers at the front of the audience, as well as two silent snickers from yn and Yonghee. His presence was strong as he started off the ballet, easily portraying the story to someone as inexperienced as yn. She could see his yearning as he approached the right most cottage, the way he poured his love for the inhabitant within upon a flower, pressing the object against the house before turning away and fleeing from the scene.

yn's heart fluttered when Hyunsuk soon appeared, dazzling smile on display upon the stage as he made his presence known. He wore a tattered suede vest atop a loose fitting cotton long sleeve; his peasant attire for the first act, hiding his true peerage status. That passion yn had quickly associated with him was once more present, his soft, graceful movements across the stage being nothing short of that of a nobleman's; he seemingly embodied his role so perfectly. She found it hard to believe that this was the same man who would text her in a panic at midnight about his Bagel Bites burning his tongue. And yet as Giselle appeared, Hyunsuk rushing forth in a love driven manner, she could see the professionalism practically oozing out of him. The way he danced alongside her, touch ever so gentle in every movement. Even as his character seemingly grasped her arm, luring her back to his grasp, he did it in such a soft way, hands gracing her bodice like feathers.

Even from where she sat, his eyes spoke so brilliantly of his emotions. His immeasurable devotion to the peasant girl he had fallen so madly in love with. The overwhelming joy when she finally accepted him. yn could see what he meant regarding the plot.

The Duke truly did live through his heart. His every action almost on a whim, though it really wasn't. To live through the mind, one naturally goes through a series of thoughts. First thought, second thought, until finally reaching the conclusion best fit for you. To live through your heart, you follow it recklessly, throw your entirety into this endeavor, leaving you with both nothing and everything. To believe the heart acts 'on a whim' is a mere concomitant to the natural mind-driven manner humanity lives by.

And while the Duke lived through his heart, Giselle lived only ever through her mind. Her heart was far too fragile to be thoughtlessly devoting her entirety to just any passing desire. The way she spent so long deliberating on the Duke's confession, struggling to decide whether to defend her poor heart or to leave it in his care. And he persistently lingered by her, reminding her of his love, and promising her of it. Promising he'll take care of her, dedicate his everything to her. Even using such childish ploys as removing the petals of a flower, so when she picked it apart, weighing in her options, the final answer would settle upon him. And when she accepted, the way the two were so exuberant, beaming and prancing about together in a love crazed daze.

Jinyoung soon appeared, shocked upon seeing Giselle with another man, and as the two nearly fought over the poor girl, Hyunsuk reached for his hip, right where his sword would have been had he worn his usual noble attire. Two loud gasps sounded above the orchestra, causing yn to snort and Yonghee to groan at his two friends causing more unnecessary raucous. Jinyoung's character took note of Hyunsuk's actions, backing away and fleeing the scene, allowing the two lovers to once more prance about the stage in glee of their sudden betrothal.

Watching Hyunsuk in such a lovestruck stupor, clinging to Giselle throughout their entire merriment, seemed to affect yn more than she had expected. Watching his doting gaze fall upon the girl, the way he beamed endlessly whilst dancing his heart out, even parting from her seemed to be more taxing to him than any other trial in life. yn couldn't help but envision herself in the peasant's place. To be so wholesomely loved by him, to be able to confidently toss away her inhibitions, to break free from the restraints of the mind's doubt and willingly pursue what the heart so desperately wants. That aching tug upon her heart as Hyunsuk disappeared backstage, fleeing from the scene as trumpets began to sound, alerting the entry of another group, primarily one which Hyunsuk was seemingly avoiding.

With his absence, yn fiddled with her hands, smoothing her thumbs over her fingernails as her mind continued to spiral into an endless sea of thoughts. Was she doing the right thing? Was she too into her head to think clearly? Like delving into the ocean, it seemingly grows vaster and deeper than anticipated, almost to the point of no escape. And much like that, were her thoughts muddling her consciousness, preventing her from seeing past her doubts, her anxieties, her fear of what's to come, even if it were only mere potentials of what could be?

She'd wonder what her heart wanted, but she was afraid she already knew the answer for much longer than she would have liked to admit.

But Giselle, with her ever fragile heart, so susceptible to fatality upon matters such as this, so willingly succumbed to the Duke's advances, falling in love with him with reckless abandon. She was so sure of his love, so sure of his fidelity. Reasonably, Jinyoung was the more suitable companion of the two. Reliable, enamored by her, loved by the town, trustworthy. If the ordeal were to be wholly answered by the mind alone, Giselle would have gone with the beloved gamekeeper. Yet that's not what this was about. This was an endeavor of the heart, and as such, Giselle chose the riskier route, the choice that struck fear into yn, though also envy. Envy in seeing that the choices she feared had granted Giselle what she craved so desperately, deep within the hollows of her own heart.

Was she ready to delve in such precarious depths? Escape the fog of her mind, the barriers of her anxiety shielding her from reaching her own personal nirvana.

Jinyoung's character reappeared, glancing about the emptied stage nervously before approaching Hyunsuk's cottage at the far right. He tentatively knocked, awaiting an answer, but receiving none. He leant forward, pressing his ear against the wooden frame. Once more, nothing. Cautiously, he slid the window open, reaching his hand in and grasping an object.

Hyunsuk's sword.

Once more, Byounggon and Seunghun broke the silence of the audience, voices carrying over the orchestra.

"Oh shit."

yn slapped a hand over her mouth, leaning onto Yonghee to catch her bearings as he sighed deeply, trying to contain his secondhand embarrassment for his friends. Quickly, Jinyoung stowed the weapon away once more, fleeing from the scene as the hunting party arrived, making their presence known unto the unexpecting villagers. Yonghee rapidly tapped yn's arm, alerting her to the stage.

"There's Mina, that's my dress!" yn lowly gasped, watching as Mina approached the front end of the stage, adorning a long, elegant gown while she graced the length of the floor.

"Yonghee, that's incredible, wow." He shook his head.

"Don't be too impressed. I used cheap fabric, and the seams inside are messy as shit." She giggled at this, rolling her eyes at his behavior. She began insisting that his final product was still as perfect as ever, whispering the details she especially liked regarding the dress until Giselle emerged from her cottage, greeting the nobles at the center of town. Mina looked upon the girl with adoration for her sweet and demure demeanor, the two bonding over their engagements, and so Mina gifted Giselle a necklace. It was a sweet exchange, one of comradery, a union between the two classes, as if a comforting promise to the audience: that Duke Albrecht and Giselle could eventually overcome such class differences and be together at the end of it all. As if all of Giselle's worries would fade away, that Albrecht wouldn't have to hide such a secret from his love and they'll live happily ever after.

Soon, the hunting party departed allowing the villagers to commence with their celebration. However, Jinyoung came rushing forth, frantic almost as he demanded Giselle's attention. He accused Hyunsuk of not being who he says he is. She denied Jinyoung, having given Hyunsuk all of her trust. Jinyoung then made his way to Hyunsuk's cottage, revealing the finely crafted sword hidden away. She was visibly startled by this, looking to Hyunsuk for answers, but he was too preoccupied, angered by Jinyoung who foiled his scheme. Though just before he could properly initiate a fuel with him, Jinyoung unveiled a horn, pressing it to his mouth and sounding out a bellow into the air. Seconds later, the hunting party had reappeared, with it, the Prince, revealing himself to be Hyunsuk's father, as well as Mina, who looked upon Hyunsuk with confusion, questioning why her fiance was dressed as a peasant.

Before his entire cabinet of royals and advisors, he reached forth for her hand, begrudgingly pressing a kiss upon her knuckles right in front of Giselle. yn flinched at the scene, seeing the anguish soon take over Giselle as she separated the two, realizing that not only did her new friend have the same fiance as her, but that she had trusted Albrecht so sincerely, only for him to betray her as such. Hyunsuk looked to Giselle, a desperation in his eyes as he attempted to explain himself, but she was too distraught, collapsing in on herself and regretting ever believing in his love. Soon, she fell upon the floor, lifeless. Hyunsuk, in a broken, defeated manner, crouched down to her level, gathering the limp body of his former lover. And just like that, the curtains began to close, signalling the intermission between acts.

yn remained still, throat dry after what she had witnessed. The consequences of pursuing the dreaded route of the heart, of foregoing reason and sensibility for such a fleeting thing as love. To think she was actually reconsidering everything she had once thought to be rational, that maybe, just maybe, if she truly confessed to Hyunsuk, he'd accept her wholeheartedly.

No.

It was never that easy.

"yn, are you okay?" Yonghee whispered, seeing the now frozen girl staring holes into the velveteen curtains separating her from the man plaguing her thoughts. Startled, she turned to Yonghee, suddenly remembering where she was at the moment.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just going to use the bathroom." Before he could say anything else she leapt to her feet, rushing down the aisle and out of the auditorium. The concession area was barren at the moment, allowing her to seek refuge in the restroom without any prying eyes seeing the stray tears pouring down her face. Looking in the mirror, her face appeared monotonous, maybe flustered somewhat, but definitely not correlating to the influx of moisture all but streaming down her cheeks. Every swipe was redundant, as another flow of tears would come and seize the dried area.

She felt so conflicted, so terrified. She didn't know what to do. She thought she knew what she wanted. She thought she could handle this situation easily, yet why was it so difficult for her? He's just a boy. And she was perfectly content with her life before he waltzed into it. So why was the thought of returning back to her normal schedule so daunting? As if he ruined any form of normalcy she had once achieved, and reverting back to her former life would be nothing more than a facade on her part.

How could she allow herself to fall so desperately for him? It was only a minor attraction, when did it become such a paramount plight? Where her decision at the end can either give her the happiness she didn't know she needed, or spiral her into a darkness she did not want to acquaint herself with.

Frustrated, she sunk her head into her hands, allowing the silent sobs to wrack her body. She wasn't ready for such heartbreak. She could already feel her heart shattering within the walls of the room, splintering into unidentifiable shards, too risky to touch, let alone try and put back together.

She didn't want to go back out there. She didn't want to sit there and watch Giselle live out the same reality as she. She didn't want to watch Albrecht live his life happily without her, reverting back to his noble status, completely forgetting about the poor peasant girl he had once briefly fancied. She didn't want to see Hyunsuk abandon Giselle.

She didn't want Hyunsuk to abandon her.

Knocking at the door brought yn back to the present, drying her eyes and patting away the moisture on her face as she slipped out, apologizing to the line of women waiting to use the restroom. Peeking into the auditorium, yn could see Seunghun and Byounggon sitting in the row in front of Yonghee, turned around in order to talk to him. They were smiling, most likely talking about the performance thus far. At least they seemed to rather enjoy themselves. Taking a breath in, yn marched forth, making her presence known whilst sliding into the center row, greeting the boys as she took her seat once more.

"Are you okay?" Yonghee asked softly, turning his body to face her. She nodded, waving him off before directing her attention back to the two in front of her.

"How are you guys liking the ballet?" Byounggon laughed with glee, leaning back as he recounted his favorite aspects of it. Not so surprisingly, most of their comments were in regards to both the orchestra and their dear friends.

"Jinyoung was quite Hilarion," Seunghun let out before wheezing, clutching onto his seat as the rest of them practically glared at the boy. "You get it? Hilarion? His character's name is Hilarion? It sounds like hilarious–"

"We get it," Yonghee cut him off.

"I wish I didn't," yn shot back, prompting a snort from Byounggon who only laughed harder once Seunghun raised his head, showing how offended he looked upon her words. The lights soon began to dim, causing the boys to scramble out of the row and back to their seats.

"Okay, I'm sorry I keep asking," Yonghee muttered as the composer stepped into his podium once more. "Are you sure you're okay?" yn smiled, nodding at Yonghee's concern.

"I'm really okay." Though she knew inside she wasn't, Yonghee's worry for her seemed to settle those rampant anxieties just a bit. And as the music finally kicked in and the curtains separated, yn begrudgingly returned to being transfixed by the callout that was Giselle.

The setting had morphed, shifting from a vibrant yellow color scheme to an entirely blue atmosphere. Gone was the lively village in lieu of a dreary, dark forest. And at the forefront, on the right of the stage where her cottage once resided, was the grave of Giselle. Crouched before her was Jinyoung, weeping woefully upon the death of the one he loved. yn couldn't help but commend Jinyoung for his performance thus far, softly nodding her head as he poured his feelings out as such. Though soon enough, he leapt up, startled by a distant sound and rushing off deep into the woods and off the stage.

yn gasped as an entire flock of ballerinas fluttered onto stage, all wearing similar white ensembles, though each with a differing pattern to it. Yonghee and her patted each other to get the other's attention, whispering about the outfits and who did what. Even from her seat, she could see how thorough each fit was, the variation of each dancer adding to a larger picture. It was a beautiful sight, the hard work of all of her classmates compiled into such a graceful, elegant scene such as this dance of the wilis. They soon departed, leaving the stage briefly empty as Hyunsuk finally arrived.

He wore a dark cloak as he cautiously approached Giselle's grave, distress written across his eyes as he softly grieved for his departed lover. yn furrowed her brows, not expecting such a reunion as this. She assumed Act 2 would be a mere wrap up of the first act, tying up loose ends, showing Albrecht happily marrying his fiance, Hilarion meeting another lady, Giselle's mother grieving though still persevering. Yet here he was. The man who practically initiated her inevitability, personally sparked the flames of her death, collapsed unto the stone slab, weeping at the loss of Giselle. He was so terribly distraught, as anyone would be if they lost their true love. Did he truly love Giselle? Was he not just a mere philanderer?

Giselle soon sprouted forth from her grave, a white ensemble much like the other wilis– the other women who had died in vain upon an unforeseen broken heart. And Hyunsuk looked up at her, adoration pouring forth from him as he scrambled to his feet, releasing his dark cloak of mourning for his white suit.

The one yn made.

"It looks amazing, yn," Yonghee whispered, nudging her as Hyunsuk approached Giselle, only for her to flee from him. He continued with this venture, pursuing her with such desperation, a man yearning so forlornly for something he can never truly grasp again. A fleeting glimpse of his other half, grazing past him, yet never truly touching. For as near as the two could ever be, they were forbidden from ever truly uniting. A tragic scene if there ever was one.

Giselle floated away, briefly leaving Albrecht alone just as the queen of the wilis suddenly appeared. Hyunsuk ducked away, hiding as Hilarion barreled onto stage once more, exhausted and delirious from being lost in the woods. In a near haunting phase of events, the other wilis pranced onto stage, trapping Jinyoung where he stood. And as per the queen's demands, they forced the boy to dance until he could no longer, collapsing onto himself but being forced to rise once more on his sore legs, the throbbing torment thrumming throughout his body bringing near tears to his eyes. And just as he could no longer stand, his movements now a pathetic attempt at obeying the queens orders, the wilis grabbed him, dragging him to the back of the stage and tossing him into the river, successfully drowning him where he stood.

"Oh, damn," Seunghun sounded out, breaking yn from her shock of the graphic scene.

The wilis frolicked away, allowing Hyunsuk a brief window to escape, but was tragically intervened by the queen halting him, summoning her squadron to reappear, Giselle alongside them. The girl tossed her body against Hyunsuk's, shielding him from the anguished women who attempted to kill him like they did Hilarion. Yet in these moments, past her final moment, well into her afterlife, she protected him. The man who shattered her heart, led her to her own demise, a reminder of what could never be. She danced beside him, allowing him to embrace her, cherishing this night as if it were their last.

Because once the sun rose, and the wilis all faded away with the arrival of dawn, so did Giselle. A final embrace upon Hyunsuk, a last touch, ever so brief, as she returned to her grave, sinking into the ground with one final goodbye. A flower left for Albrecht.

He brought the flower to his chest, softly pressing the piece against his heart as the sunlight shone down upon him. A sign of life, a reminder that he was given another day to live. A sigil of remembrance for Giselle, for what she had given to him.

Love. All of her love. Her entire heart, with no more regrets. She loved him like no one had ever loved before. To the point of tragedy, and then after. A forever type of love. And as Hyunsuk's head slowly rose, thumb softly stroking those gaudy gold trimmings along his neck that yn had initially hated, she suddenly realized everything.

From the moment she stepped foot into this auditorium, perhaps even beforehand, this was for her.

This was Hyunsuk's message to her.

This was his confession.

His eyes landed upon her. Through the blinding stage lights, the all encompassing darkness of the audience, the sea of those blackened faces Hyunsuk felt so intimidated by, he saw her. His eyes shone with desperation alongside a familiar sparkle yn had grown to associate with the boy. Though now, that sparkle seemed to be much clearer as his message unveiled itself.

Endearment. Devotion. Passion. All traits which defined Hyunsuk and his entirety, now targeted to her and her alone. Gone was Albrecht's persona, replaced now with the sweet boy who had all but captured her heart. Though as she thought it out, was there ever a difference between the two? A man who loved so sincerely, so deeply, so foolishly that he'd overcome such differences between the two in the name of love. They were both so stupid, yet at the end of it all, though separated for eternity through a difference far greater than what had originally obstructed their paths, they still loved one another. Their love which transcends all known trials. Though not perfect, it was their very own form; perfect for them.

Hyunsuk's eyes stayed upon her, conveying his every thought in those brief moments as the orchestra silenced, the instruments halting simultaneously, filling the vacuum with a harmonious ring, dissipating as the crowd broke that tranquility, erupting into applause and cheers. His gaze felt like hot wax, dripping onto her body, imprinting her with its burning vigor. A heat which would seem to remain after washing off. As the curtains began to slide shut, a darkness on either side of Hyunsuk rapidly approached him, soon to cut him off from her sights. She panicked for a moment, as if watching her loved one die before her, though it wasn't until he truly did disappear behind the sheets of velvet that her trepidation was all for naught. With his presence removed, his comfortingly piercing eyes away from her now, she felt both relief and dismay.

Relief that the near invasiveness of his gaze was no longer upon her. As if he unraveled her every inner thought, her every secret. Feelings which not even she was familiar with, yet he seemed near fluent in her everything as he pressed her for more with his eyes.

Dismay, for now he was gone. Fear that he not only saw her everything, but wanted nothing of it. That he looked so deep into her heart, saw her every anxiety, her every joy, her true feelings laid out for him to collect, and he instead abandoned her. Though she knew deep down that was not true, that the sudden emptiness clawing within her was just a mere side effect of her former anxieties and was in no regards correlated to Hyunsuk's intensity suddenly revoked from her.

"That was amazing," Yonghee commented, leaning back with a content sigh as he mulled over the show. "Definitely worth the effort we put in. They all looked fantastic."

"They did, they did," She agreed, voice cracking for a second from having been so preoccupied. Yonghee glanced her way, giving a subtle grin before looking back at his lap.

"We're really glad you stayed and watched. Hyunsuk had been so stressed about your absence. He said this was his way of apologizing for what he may have done to hurt you." She looked up at Yonghee, her eyes brimming with tears as he proceeded. "He said this was his response to you. He basically dedicated his performance to you. We all thought that was really sweet."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me." She leapt to her feet, overcome by emotion, fresh tears racing down her face as she ran out of the auditorium, Yonghee calling out to her as she fled the scene.

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Hi, I’m Sevń!

Welcome to my collection of stories. Everything here is rated 18+ and up, and is only intended for mature audiences. Minors that are caught reading and/or interacting within this space will be blocked.

These are my original writings that belong to me. No one is permitted to copy, claim, translate, or repost my work. The credits for the graphic creations go to @itaeewon and they are not to be reposted or claimed as your own.

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𝄃 genre guide: ♖ angst | ♡ fluff | ♘ smut/mature

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Cool’n - ♘ established relationship | brat tamer!seokjin | sugar baby!reader

You’re just out doing some hot girl shit with your friends, but your boyfriend does not approve.

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Strings - ♖♡♘ rich dilf!seokjin | ceo!seokjin | strangers to lovers | new year’s eve au | bad habits universe

After getting ditched by your friends at a New Year’s Eve party, you and Seokjin decide it’s best to stick together—since neither of you are in the partying mood. You two may be from different worlds, but you have at least one thing in common. It’s been ages since you’ve had a decent hook up, so why not bring in the new year putting an end to your dry spell?

There is one rule, however. When the morning comes, you both have to go separate ways—and carry on as if it never happened.

An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.

If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

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⤿ Always & Forever - ♡♘ husband-to-be!yoongi | established relationship | wedding day au | poc!reader

No matter the circumstance, Yoongi’s always there for you.

Part II - Part III (coming soon)

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Bad Habits - ♖♡♘ f*ckboy!yoongi | exes to lovers | exes with benefits | new year’s eve au

You and Yoongi ended your relationship three years ago. However, neither of you can ever seem to resist the urge of sneaking off and screwing each other until the sun comes up. Your friends beg you to stop seeing him, knowing he isn’t good for you. But how can you stay away when you see him at a New Year’s Eve party, looking hotter than ever? There’s nothing to worry about; you know exactly how to play his game. Or so you thought.

⤿ Big Deal - ♘ idol!yoongi | mature comedy

“It’s never a big deal until it becomes your big deal,” Yoongi learns.

⤿ Dirty - ♘ old west au | dom!yoongi

If you play nice, they’ll always do you dirty.

⤿ Mu$ic Fairy - ♖♘ rapper!yoongi | podcaster/songwriter!oc | black!oc

When Yoongi’s career started to kick off, he never imagined he’d have a secret admirer this early in the game. Sure, random women throw themselves at him all the time, but this one has a different approach when it comes to getting his attention.

⤿ Perfect Moments ft. Jungkook - ♘ boyfriend!jungkook | threesome au | sequel to Perfect Men by @/kookskingdom

Your birthday isn’t over yet; why end the party so soon?

⤿ The D is for Effort - ♖♘ coworker!yoongi | rivals/coworkers to ??? | office au | corporate au

You’re butchering this report, but your pride will not allow you to let Yoongi help. Too bad he’s had enough of your stubbornness.

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⤿ Quickies - ♘ established relationship | boyfriend!hoseok

You bring your boyfriend home with you for summer break, and he tries to get in your pants every chance he gets.

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Off Duty - ♡♘ dilf!hoseok | nanny!reader | bdsm au | friends to lovers

Mr. Jung helps you enjoy your night off.

𝄃 series:

Encore | Danger! | Party Time ⤿ series drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Bad For You - ♡♘ bad boy!namjoon | best friends to lovers | fwb to lovers | idiots to lovers

Namjoon’s got it bad for you. He just doesn’t know how to say it.

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ I Feel It Too - ♡♘ Namjoon doesn’t believe in love, he believes in sex—no strings attached, of course. Building sex bots would not only satisfy his needs but make him a very rich man. However, he needs to understand a level of intimacy he can’t explore with just anyone. That’s why you’re the perfect candidate.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles: ⤿ coming soon…

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⤿ Demon Time - ♖♘ strangers to lovers | nightclub owner!jimin | stripper!reader | featuring female oc (Layla)

Breaking up with a cheater isn’t always enough. Sometimes you have to show a bitch how it’s done.

⤿ Stained T-Shirt - ♡♘ roommates/friends to lovers | f*ckboy!jimin | poc!reader

Jimin’s a f*ckboy, but you can help yourself. You like him, and he likes you too, you think?

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Rain On Me ft. Jungkook - ♘ slight strip club au

It’s about time you, Jungkook, and Taehyung have a little “private” show.

⤿ Surprise! - ♘ established relationship

Your boyfriend is sending you nudes, again… And also helping you discover hidden kinks?

⤿ Unconditionally - ♖♡♘ divorce au | exes to lovers au | parents au

A mother’s love is unconditional, and they deserve just as much. They aren’t always perfect in the other’s eyes, but to some people—mom is as close to perfect as you can get.

Everyone makes mistakes, we’re human.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

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⤿ Hours - ♘ neighbors to lovers | implied unestablished relationship to established relationship

You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight.

𝄃 one shots:

Camp Crystal Lake is under new management. You’ve come back to your old hometown to gather some work experience before graduation. You know the dark history surrounding these grounds, but the real challenge is going to be a hot guy standing in your kitchen, the same guy that made you leave in the first place.

⤿ Peaches - ♘ Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself, or his mouth.

⤿ Perfect Moments ft. Yoongi - ♘ boyfriend!jungkook | threesome au | sequel to Perfect Men by @/kookskingdom

Your birthday isn’t over yet; why end the party so soon?

⤿ Playdates - ♘ dilf!jungkook | neighbors au | single dad!jjk

Jungkook calls you out and shows you what you’ve been missing.

⤿ Rain On Me ft. Taehyung - ♘ slight strip club au

It’s about time you, Jungkook, and Taehyung have a little private show.

After months of shooting your shot, Deadly Svn’s lead singer, Jungkook, finally messaged you back—with some coordinates? Where will they take you?… And what will be in store for you when you arrive?

𝄃 series:

⤿ Dilemma - ♡♘ fuckbuddies to lovers | slice of life | mini series

It’s not weird for Jungkook to show up without texting first. But this week, he’s caught you at a bad time.

𝄃 OT7 WORKS:

⤿ Unholy Night Series

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