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Hyuk Kwon (alternative R&B singer-songwriter, rapper and record producer) Ideal Partner Characteristics based on Tarot Reading
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I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Deck: Crow Tarot
Spread: Ideal Partner
Questions:
Body
Heart
Spirit
Soul
Time
Place
Zodiac Sign
Full Name: Hyuk Kwon
Stage Name: DEAN / deantrbl
Group: Soloist
Hyuk Kwon
DEAN / deantrbl
(alternative R&B singer-songwriter, rapper and record producer)
Deck: Crow
Spread: Ideal Partner
Body - VIII Strength
DEAN’s perfect match is likely someone well composed and with natural dignity. They’re likely speaking with a moderate and yet powerful voice, they don’t shout or yell but they still have respect. They are likely neat and prefer high quality clothes but nothing extravagant. This person is likely to hide their feelings and emotions well, their face doesn’t show when they are upset or agitated. They control their reactions.
Heart - 8 of Cups
At heart, DEAN’s ideal partner is someone who has been through many disappointments and they learned the lesson. People have been cruel to them in the past and they have deeply rooted commitment issues that can only be healed by someone genuinely true and faithful. Opportunity for DEAN to be that one.
Spirit - Knight of Wands
Spiritually speaking, DEAN’s special person is strong and bright. They are likely passionate about their beliefs, no matter what they are, and attend them with enthusiasm. It’s very possible they are engaged in multiple charities or they are the engine of their church community.
Soul - 9 of Pentacles
Deep down in their soul, DEAN’s ideal match is a generous and kind person. That’s probably what attracted the wrong people to them in the past and yet they never grew bitter and never stopped being caring and affectionate. Their soul remained untouched by those misfortunes and they still deeply care for others.
Time - 8 of Wands
It’s possible for DEAN to meet his ideal match while travelling. Maybe they are foreigners? Or he meets someone from his neighbourhood far away from home. No matter the background, the cards suggest that the time they will spend together initially is limited. It’s either their business trip or vacation, both with a set date of ending. They are likely to become close enough to stay in touch in future.
Place - 3 of Swords
If DEAN and his ideal match decide to live together, it can be a bumpy ride at the beginning. They need to match their tastes and lifestyles which can take some time and include multiple fights. However the number three holds a potential for a better future. They are likely to find the balance and compromise which will suit them both.
Zodiac Sign - Virgo
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hi sasha ! hope you're doing well <3 can i have some recs for a male fc born somewhere between '92 and '98 ? he is 1/2 of a co-ed duo where he does vocals and production, i imagine him to sound a bit like deantrbl and he's got a similarly gloomy aesthetic. and his fc used to be keeho from p1h before i aged him up ! tysm !
hi hi! 💕 i'm doing well, thanks for asking, and i hope you are too. below are seven face claim suggestions born between ‘92 and ‘98 for your oc. i tried to select idols who would fit the aesthetic and potential voice, including a couple of men with a similar look to keeho, in my opinion. let me know if none satisfy you, and i will look for others! 🌞
shin kyubin | kb · onlyoneof · korean · 1992
min yoongi | suga · bts · korean · 1993
jin yonghoon · onewe · korean · 1994
moon jongup · soloist · korean · 1995
cho seungyoun | woodz · soloist · korean · 1996
jung jinhyeong · soloist · korean · 1997
lee juyeon · the boyz · korean · 1998
#answered#@2-ever#m: face claim#m: kb#m: suga#m: yonghoon#m: jongup#m: woodz#m: jung jinhyeong#m: juyeon
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May you do an ideal type reading on Deantrbl?
Body- Basically, he wants someone that goes to the gym and takes care of themself whenever they can, other than that, he dont care what she looks like.
Personality- He doenst want someone that self sabotages, that's insecure and always accusing him of cheating. He doenst want the type of girls that want to look through his phone or have access to all of his passwords out of suspicion of his loyalty. Doenst want an abusive/toxic lover, that's destructive and try's to embarrass him in public. He wants someone more optimistic, pure and believes in the good of the world (also good themself). Someone dreamy and imaginative, that can take him away from all of his problems. Also, gifted in someway (especially musically), wants to be able to vibe with her and collab, even if it never gets released into the world.
Sexual Wants- He's very blocked sexually rn, he doenst care that much about this aspect of his life, I wouldn't be surprised if he has dealt with a lot of toxic partners with him having an already sensitive mental state. So now, he just wants a friend. He also wants to be away from Korea rn.
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aesthetics
#deantrbl#woo zico#block b zico#k hiphop#fanxy child#krnb#kwon hyuk#deantrbl icons#krnb icons#deantrouble#deantrbl imagines#dean fluenza#you will know#woo jiho#zico#aesthetic
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LET'S FIX IT TOGHETER ~ DEAN
Gif's not mine credit to owner
A/N: This one isn't requested same as the previous one. I wrote this for the beginning of a New Year and also a new decade. I wish you all the best for the 2020. ( I wrote this one about Dean because I miss this man so much) I hope you all gonna like it ! (requests will be post soon)
Word Count: 1046
Warnings : None
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I'M SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES.
Thirty first of December the last day of the year, also the day that you wished wouldn't exist. Why? Because it was a day in which always something bad happend to you. Two years ago you've had broken your leg, who wants to start a New Year like that? Nobody.
A New Years Eve from two years ago wasn't nearly as bad as the last year. Last year New Years Eve was the one you got your heart broken in.
Thinking about it still made your heart fang in pain.
Last day of the last year your three years old relationship have ended. It was painful. Even tought it was 365 days ago the pain was still the same. You were trying to make yourself belive that it didn't occurr to you anymore, but you have had failed nonethlessly.
No matter how bad you wanted to, you just couldn't forget Kwon Hyuk. You just couldn't.
For whole year you were wandering how could your life look like if two of you were still togheter,how would your life look like if you didn't fight that night.
These were question nobody knew answers too.
All you wanted to do today was to sit in your cozy apartament and don't get out of there but your lovely best friend Yoonji had another plans for you. She barged into your house and took you out of there almost violently, and that is how you found yourself sitting on the couch in Aura Club which was one of the most popular clubs in Hongdae.
You were sipping on your Vesper Martini drink, watching as Yoonji danced in the middle of the floor with some random guy. You were happy with the fact that at least she had fun.
That's when it happend you saw two familliar faces, at least you tought so. It made you take a look one more time, and you were one hundred precent sure that you saw Jiho and Dongwook.
Your heart started to baet rapidly it these two were there the rest of fanxy child and eskimo club were there two you were sure of it.
Then whole world stopped for one second. His face flashed trought the crowd. You hoped that he wouldn't see you as you kept on staring at him.
He looked different. His hair was shorter and he went back to black hair.
His face seemed slimer and that made you sad in some way. Wasn't he eating well?
Then something that broke your already broken heart have had happend.
A tall woman have come near Hyuk, she putted her arm and smiled at him. You knew that smile because you used to smile at him the same way.
She was beautiful. Her body was slim and womanly shaped, się had big eyes and full lips.
You couldn't stop the tought that you were nowhere close to be beautiful compared to her.
The sight was to much for you, you couldn't take it. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
That is how you found yourself on the rooftoop of the bulding. You were standing there, looking at the night sight of Seoul
You didn't want to feel that way. You didn't had the right. He wasn't yours anymore, he could've do whatever he wanted with whoerver he wanted. That was none of your business, so why did you care?
The thing that have had bringed you bag to reality was the sound of fireworks and their sight on the night sky.
"Happy New Year" you murmured under your breath and looked down on your feets.
"Happy New Year " a deep voice said right behind you.
You knew that voice to well
"What are you doing here?" He was looking right in your eyes as he came closer to you untill he was standing not even a meter away.
"I could ask you the same thing " he was even closer now.
Suddenly you were trapped between him and the handrail.
"W-what are you doing ?" Your voice was almost stuck in your throat.
"I'm making sure you won't run away" his voice was stern and that fact didn't made you feel good
"What for ?" You wanted to look confident you really did, but deep inside you were nowhere near to that.
" For this"
You didn't know what he ment by that untill you felt his lips on yours.
The kiss was agressive and desperate, at the beggining you weren't kissing back, but you finally gave in.
Hyuk was the first to break the kiss. Both of you were breathing heavily.
Your heart raced so hard that you tought it's going to jump out of your chest.
You didn't look at his face, you didn't have enough courage too.
"Look at me " the tone in his voice was desperate and it made your heart ting, but you didn't obey his request.
"Please baby look at me " he carresed your face.
" I'm not your baby Hyuk" the bitternes in your voice was evident and you didn't try to hide it anymore, you were broken and you felt like crying.
You looked at him, tears weilling in your eyes.
" You are here with somone, so what do you want from me ?" a sob have left your lips and tears have had started falling uncontroably from your eyes.
"No... no, baby she is just a friend, nothing more. You, you are all I want please baby, please I need you.
Past year was terrible because it was without you. There wasn't a day when I haven't tought of you. I love you so much Y/N, so much. Our break up was the biggest mistake I've made in my life, but please. I- I... beg you, let me fix this. " his voice was shaking and you could easily tell that he was on the edge of crying himself.
You were conflicted and scared, but you knew that he was all you needed. Your save heaven.
" Okay Hyuk, let's fix it. Togheter."
Because when you were togheter everything seemed right.
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Instawow
“Excuse me!” You yelled turning around. You brought your hands to your mouth.
Dean cracked a small smile as he watched you. “Hey.” He said softly. He stepped closer as you two continued the unbreakable eye contact. “I am finally happy I caught you, would you like to go sit and talk for a little while?” Dean stuttered. “Yeah, I would like that.” You smiled.
All you could do is nod, and with that he motioned for you to follow him holding out his hand. While walking behind him all you could think is ‘How is this even happening’ and how soft his hand is.
He had guided you through the crowd of people unseen to quiet little spot underneath a tree where a table was set up. The stars were shinning extremely bright and the area looked as if it were something out of a romantic film. “Is this spot okay?” He spoke interrupting your inner conversation with yourself. “Yea sure.” You nodded shyly.
Both of you sat on either side of the table in front of each other. You couldn’t quite look him in the eye, your heart was pounding out of your chest and you felt as if he would hear it. “Can I just say I’m not some weird, crazed fan.” You blurted and immediately regretted.
Dean chuckled, “I never really thought that to begin with, you don’t seem like the type to try to do the most to get my attention.” He propped his head on his hand “You know, you have really beautiful brown eyes,” he said staring at you taking in your features in turn making you blush uncontrollably.
You smiled thanking him as he spoke and finally gathered enough courage to bring your eyes to his, “So what made you want to travel to the states?”
“Well this is where it all started, I first debuted here before I did in Korea.” He answered with twinkling eyes. Not many people really asked him questions like that.
The night was still young and you two had been talking for hours, mainly you asking him questions about himself, from how old was he when he knew he wanted to pursue a career in music to what his inspiration for his songs are. As well as admiring all his features. The way his body language was and the clear passion in every answer.
“Sorry, I really don’t want to bore you with my whole life story.” Dean scratched his head. “No you’re fine, I really love the way y-“.
Your phone suddenly buzzed and you answered accidently putting it on speaker. “Y/N where did you run off to? Did you meet some guy?” Shay asked as you picked up and you could hear Anna errupting in laughter, you could practically picture Shay moving her eyebrows up and down. “Yea something like that.” You smiled looking over at Dean. “Well whatever you’re doing just let us know when you make it home safely.” And with that you hung up.
You saw the time was 2:00 am and hadn’t realize that the time had gone by so fast. “So Y/N? That’s a beautiful name.” Dean said interrupting your train of thought. “Th-Thank you.” You said shyly. “As much as I want to stay and chat with you I should be going, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” You sighed with sadness promnet in your voice.
“How are you getting home?” He asked as you both raised at the same time. “Oh I am going to catch cab.” You smiled. “Please let me give you a ride home?” Dean insisted. I mean how could you refuse?
“Okay sure, but I live about an hour away.” You hesitated. “That’s okay really I don’t mind, I like driving, it soothes me.” He smiled.
As you guys got to the car he opened the door for you and closed it and occupied you on the driver side. “Any music you prefer?” He asked. “I like a little bit of everything, so whatever you play I am sure I can get into.” You smiled brightly at him.
The drive to your place was peacefully quite aside from the music that filled the car. You couldn’t believe how this night even came to be, what are the chances of you ever meeting someone you admired only in pictures and videos. What are the chances of that someone even DMing you on Instagram.
“I think we are here.” Dean looked up through the sunroof at your apartment building. “Yea unfortunately we are here and this is me.” Cracking a forced smile at him you reached for the door handle.
“Wait!” He turned off the car, unbuckled his seatbelt and jogged over to open your door. “Oh th-thank you.” Your cheeks were visibly hot.
You smiled and walked towards the steps to your apartment building. “Y/N..” Your named trailed off rolling from his lips. “..Want to have lunch sometime?” He looked down at his feet and back at you.
“I’d love to.” You waved and looked back one last time at the man you had been admiring from behind a phone screen. All you could think of was ‘How?’
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Hello all, I know it’s been a while like 1000 years but I have finally found time to write part 3 of the mini Dean series. I hope you guys enjoy it, I need to get back into the groove of writing again so sorry if it’s shitty. Don’t hesistate to give feedback. Thank you for reading, hope you all are happy and healthy! ❤️
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Black [M]
A/N: OK BITCHES FUCKING FINALLY AM I RIGHT. IT’S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS BUT CH 6 IS FINALLY HERE. a couple of things tho
a. MILLIC’S ALBUM IS FUCKING OUT YALL!! GO LISTEN TO IT. IT’S CALLED VIDA AND FANXYCHILD IS IN IT!
b. i have beef w this ch. i had it finished long ago but i didn’t like it so i never posted it. after reading the whole fic again i thought it went alright with it so i kept it and touched up a couple things.
c. I HAVE A SEPERATE ONE SHOT COMING UP ABOUT CRUSH AND HIS NEW....FRIEND OK.
d. thank you so much for waiting so long. and thanks to all the ppl who kept sending messages, i hope i didn’t let you down :( enjoy my lovelies!
( also, i think i’m gonna take the M rating off lmao )
characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome x oc
genre: angst(ish?), university au
rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)
ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5
chapter 6:
the automatic doors didn’t open fast enough. I felt like my only enemy right now was time. zico drove over the speed limit, luckily with no ticket, but it still felt like I spent hours in the car. everyone was a uneasy and the minute we got there, I bolted out of the car and sprinted to emergencies.
“I got a call,” I heaved. the woman behind the desk read my expression in a heartbeat and sorrow crossed her face.
“what’s your name sweetie?” she asked.
“park chaeyeon” I panted, desperation running through my veins. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do but I needed to see him. I needed to know that there was no bringing him back.
she began typing into the computer and I felt a hand on my shoulder. zico wrapped me in his arms but I didn’t look away from the woman before me.
“the morgue is downstairs. he was just taken down. would you like to see him before the autopsy is performed?” I stood still and I felt a wave of heat come over me. I couldn’t speak, if I tried, I knew it would turn into sobs and I didn’t want that.
“may we please?” zico replied. out of the corner of my eye I saw jisu, sochi, and jaeju covering their faces with their hands. the woman sitting before us stood up, making her way to us.
“right this way please. we need you to identify the bodies as well.”
zico’s hold around me only tightened as we followed the woman. I felt how tense he was. he was trying his best to comfort me but I knew he needed someone there for him too. he just lost his best friend.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his side, following the woman down a quiet hall. she led us downstairs and we entered the morgue. there were two bodies laying on the metal tables. the black bags covered every inch of thembut the moment I laid my eyes them something felt wrong. I felt vile creeping up my throat but I fought so hard to keep it down. the woman walked toward one of the bags, unzipping it. part of me couldn’t lean over to look inside but the other part was so desperate.
“you don’t have to, I’ll do it” zico released me, taking a step forward. my eyes stung but stayed glued on him and the moment he took a look, his expression when cold. I could tell he tried to contain his emotions but quickly failed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his sobs became louder. I’d never seen him like this and it physically made my heart ache. I reached for his arm and he turned to look at me, his arms immediately tossing around me. I felt the sharpest pain in my chest and I wasn’t even aware of how quickly the tears had been running down my face.
“I’m so sorry for your loss but I need an identity confirmation. can you please give me conformation that this is him?” the woman almost whispered.
“no” zico replied curtly. I let go of him and knit my brows in confusion. he wiped my cheeks and gently shoved me towards the body.
“take a look chae” he said. I was so confused. I stood in front of the bag, not knowing if I could handle what I was about to see. one more step and I would see something that would scar me for the rest of my life. before I could even think about it, zico shoved me further and I looked inside. my hand immediately rose to my mouth and the vile from earlier made its way out. I ran out of the cold room and spilled my lunch into the nearest trashcan. my breathing became heavy and I gasped for air. I felt as if someone had been choking me for ages and I was finally allowed to breathe.
“it’s not him, it’s not him” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, regaining control of my breathing. I heard the door swing open behind me and yet again, zico was by my side. he grabbed his sleeve, wiping my mouth with it. jaeju followed after him, rubbing my back as I hung my head over the trash bin.
“no, neither one is. who’s mistake is this?” the woman who led us down here barged out of the room, talking into her radio. I glanced up and her expression shifted completely the moment she saw me.
“I’m so sorry, come with me. we’ll figure this out right now” I nodded, shoving both zico and my sister off me.
jaeju understood that I was feeling overwhelmed so she left me alone, she knew that when I needed space I needed it. on the other hand, zico was the type of person that stuck like gum no matter what. he reached for my arm and I yanked it away. I knew he would feel hurt by my actions but I really wasn’t thinking in this moment. all I wanted to know was if dean was okay. he’s all I wanted.
we were led back upstairs and past the emergency room doors. immediately screams and cries filled the air. most of them originating from small children. in the center of the area was a large working space filled with nurses and attendants. the lady led us to the desk, calling upon the nurse stationed behind it.
“who has it?” she asked. the nurse typed into her computer and read briefly before responding.
“wonbin filled it…but youngdeuk was the one who gave the information.”
“find both. and have you found the other two men?”
“yes they’re both in room..” she paused, looking at the screen before her. “107”
the woman we were with nodded. turning to look at us.
“I’m so incredibly sorry for the mistake. we will figure out who is responsible and seek immediate punishment but let me explain. I believe someone mixed up the contact information” she looked down at her tablet. “kwon dean and yu christian are the two you are looking for right?”
my heart almost beat out of my chest just by hearing his name. my head was all over the place but I somehow managed to nod.
she soon smiled and motioned us to follow her. instinctively, I wrapped my arms around one of zico’s like a frightened child. I was scared, what if he wasn’t okay. what if this was all not real and he was actually down there?
101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106. we passed each room and I stared at every number. jaeju and jisu followed closely behind. I had been hearing jisu typing constantly since we arrived. she was most likely updating sochi, nayeon and crush.
“107” the woman pushed back the curtain, revealing two beds next to each other. one of the beds was empty and in the other I could make out someone under the blanket. the person soon sat up to look back at us. I exhaled a sob I didn’t know I was holding back.
“hey” a groggy christian greeted. his leg was in a cast and a large bruise covered his arm, followed by numerous cuts on his face. zico almost ran to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. I brought my hands to my face and began sobbing. jisu followed after zico, expressing her relief. jaeju’s hands gripped my shoulders, rubbing them to comfort.
“this is a lot to be taking in, especially for you, if you need air tell me, please” her voice sounded weaker than usual. she was right, we just experienced a fucking rollercoaster but it wasn’t over yet.
“dean is in surgery. he’s been in there for two hours so he should be out in another hour. he suffered from a collapsed lung but don’t worry, it sounds a million times worse than it actually is. your friend’s broken leg is actually worse than his lung. I’ll go check on him for you though” the woman had come up to me, patting my back in reassurance. she simpered before walking out of the room. in that moment I was so touched. I also wondered how this woman had been reading my mind since the moment I got here. I had barely spoken but she knew all my questions and had the answers ready for my ears.
I watched as everyone surrounded christian, jaeju joining zico and jisu. they questioned him and showed their relief. I truly was happy that he was alright even though he looked like shit but all I wanted was dean. I just needed to see him no matter how bad he looked. the woman was right, a collapsed lung sounds terrifying and I couldn’t bear to think about what was going on through his mind as everything was happening. I leaned against the door, turning my back to the group of people chatting away almost frantically.
I looked out, observing my surroundings. most of the doors were closed but cries still filled the air. the last time I had been in a hospital as a visitor was for my sister. the eerie feeling filled me up again, just the thought of remembering what happened. I had been out with my friends back home and my dad called me, desperately asking for me to go to the hospital. once I got there and was taken back, I found my sister tied up to the bed frame with a tube coming out of her mouth. she had attempted suicide. i’ve gone through some fucked up shit but that day was the worst day of my life. the thought of never seeing my sister again pierced daggers through my chest. it broke my father too. he had raised us all by himself. all we had ever known was each other.
alongside my dad was our older brother, jaebeom. he had also been like a parent to both jaeju and i. he was only older than jaeju by a year and older than me by two but it felt like he was twice our age. he always helped my father when we were younger and he basically raised us. I saw the devastation in their eyes. I felt useless, I couldn’t do anything. I just sat their with them, crying with my dad while jaebeom kept himself together, reassuring us that she would be fine and that we would do everything in our power to help her. I truly admired how strong and resilient my brother was, but I would rather die than tell him that. in that moment I felt that jaeju would never be genuinely happy again and that truly made my heart ache.
I sighed and looked back. jaeju had a smile on her face. from ear to ear, her lips curled as she was talking to christian. as cheesy as it sounds, there was a sparkle in her eyes. the difference a year makes.
my thoughts were interrupted by none other than zico. his arm hung over my shoulder and he pulled me into his side. he rubbed my arm, leaning his head down on top of mine.
“I’ll go ask” he uttered. before he could pull away, I wrapped my arm around his torso.
“the lady will be back, she’s checking on him right now. he’s in surgery for a collapsed lung but she said it wasn’t bad” I felt zico tense up for a moment. I tightened my hold and leaned into him.
“then, let’s trust her. she’s been nothing but helpful. but, how are you? honestly chae” it took a moment for me to respond.
“I don’t know. I’m a little numb, a little dumbfounded by what is happening right now. but most of all, I’m scared and that’s okay for now”
I slipped out of his grip when I saw the woman, who’s name tag I just noticed, walking towards us with a tall man following behind. she pressed her lips in an apologetic smile.
“alright, he just got out of surgery and will be in recovery for an hour or so. now, i do believe this hospital owes you an apology” she nudged the man with her elbow. he stumbled forward, looking at us.
“I’m nam youngdeuk, it’s nice to meet you. I am incredibly sorry for the misunderstanding. I can’t possibly imagine how you must’ve felt. I was part of the first responders team and also the one who made the call. I can’t express how sorry I am. the phone fell out of your friend’s pocket and landed near the patient you saw downstairs. it was my mistake for assuming that it was his. I apologize for my thoughtless actions”
“hey man, we all make mistakes. all that matters to us is that both our friends are fine, don’t sweat it” don’t sweat it? zico are you fucking insane? my world was torn apart in a matter of seconds because of this man. I was so angry I felt my blood boiling. I’m pretty sure I could sue for this kinda shit. zico knew me way too well. he immediately grabbed my arm and pushed me behind him. god I was so close to punching him.
“wow, ah, thank you for understanding. I am still very sorry and I hope both your friends recover quickly”
“yeah yeah go on before this one actually kills both of us” zico nodded his head in my direction and the man before us widened his eyes, bowing deeply before almost running off.
“fuck you zico”
”yeah whatever, I just saved a life. I’m a hero”
I rolled my eyes, giving his arm a good solid punch.
“chae, wake up”
“chaeyeon”
I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I squinted and looked up to see zico.
“I’ll be back, I’m taking jaeju and jisu home okay?” I nodded and yawned, pulling my phone out as I felt a kiss press against the top of my head. I smacked zico away and he headed to the door. jaeju and jisu hugged both christian and I goodbye before following after zico. I sat up in my chair and stretched my shoulders. I had fallen asleep while talking to christian.
“the couch over there turns into a bed. i’ll call the nurse for pillows and blankets”
“no it’s fine, I need to be up anyways” I rubbed my eyes, checking the time on my phone. two hours had gone by but the bed next to christian was still empty.
“the nurse came in about half an hour ago and said that he was still asleep. she said they’d bring him in when he woke up” I didn’t respond. I was beginning to get more and more desperate. I couldn’t believe that he was alright until I saw him with my own eyes.
“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be back” I stood up and walked out. I asked a nurse for directions and I made my way down the hall. once I entered the bathroom I looked in the mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. I looked like shit. I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with water in hopes that it would help but it didn’t. I exhaled a loud sigh, closing my eyes and hanging my head down. I took a moment to just breathe before looking back up into the mirror.
“I look fucking horrible” I examined my face again before giving up and heading back out. on my way back, I took my time, very well knowing that just waiting in there would drive me insane soon enough. I called zico, asking for the two blankets on dean’s bed and a pair of pj’s.
“I’ll be there in like 15 minutes. I’ll grab the stuff right now then head back. is he in the room yet?”
“no, I’ll text you when he is”
“alright babe, sleep if you need to okay?”
“yeah I will. drive safe on your way back please” suddenly I had a new fear.
“promise” he stated. I hung up, walking back to the now dark room.
“why are the lights off you’re more awake than I am” I said as I walked in, flicking the lights back on. I froze the moment I saw that the other bed now had a host. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks rapidly. I brought my hands up to my mouth, choking back my sobs as his eyes fluttered open. his lips could barely form a smile.
“come” dean’s hoarse voice filled the room and I couldn’t bring myself to move. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if he was really there. I hated being so emotional and I felt as if I was overreacting. I just stood at the door, crying into my hands.
“chae, come” he repeated.
“please” the weakness in his voice pulled at my heartstrings and the moment he lifted his arm out, reaching for me, I felt as if something pushed me to him. I could tell he was in pain and was still very weak. christian shoved the chair from the edge of his bed to dean’s. i was scared of hugging him so I fought within myself to not do it but he tugged me into his chest. I immediately pulled away, sitting down in the chair instead.
“hey, I almost died and you won’t even hug me?” he groaned, bringing his hand up to wipe away the streaks of tears left on my cheeks. “can I at least have a kiss?” he asked.
I obliged, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the side of his lips. he had a large gash covering the left side of both his upper and lower lip. his left eye was swollen and bruised and so was his cheekbone. he had multiple bruises splattered across his face and down his neck, most of them concentrated on his left side. his tattoo was almost hidden by the purple lesions.
my fingertips brushed over his cheek momentarily before he took a hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips. I finally felt the relief I needed.
“god, you’re so beautiful” he uttered. I still couldn’t find my words. the rush of emotions had taken over me completely. his gaze melted me. he hadn’t take his eyes off mine since the moment I walked in despite the fact that he could barely open them.
“I need to hear your voice right now, talk to me. please” he gave my hand a gentle squeeze and I saw the desperation in his voice. I scooted my chair closer and leaned my chin against the edge of his bed.
“I love you” I managed to wring out effortlessly. he couldn’t smile completely but it was still there, as soothing as ever.
“I love you more” he replied.
“nasty” christian murmured. dean scoffed a small laugh and I turned back to look at him.
“just kidding, please continue” christian said. I turned back to dean, yearning to wrap myself in his arms. by the way he held onto my arm i knew he wanted the same.
“christian told me what happened. you should know better. you think I’d let death take me just like that? you think I would let myself die knowing I’m leaving you behind like this? fuck no” I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, all I was focusing on was that he was here. he was talking, he was alright.
he blinked slowly and had half lidded eyes. I leaned up to press my lips against his forehead then his nose.
“I know you’re tired so sleep, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here”
“do you think the nurse will get mad if you sleep with me?” he mumbled sleepily.
“probably not but I don’t want to. I want you to get better quickly”
“you’re my medicine though” he didn’t hesitate to answer. I pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes. I continued playing with his hair hoping he’d fall asleep but the moment I got up to turn the light off he griped onto my hand tightly.
“I’m gonna turn the light off” he groaned an audible ‘no’.
“I’ll turn it off” zico walked in. the dork had the biggest smile on his face the moment he saw dean. dean couldn’t even open his eyes anymore. zico stood next to me, ruffling dean’s hair. I looked up at him and saw a tear slip out. he immediately wiped it off and I leaned my head against his upper leg. he turned back to look at christian then back at dean. I could see the gratitude in his eyes. he was just as relieved as I was, if not more.
“zico shut up” christian threw a pillow at him.
“what the hell I didn’t even talk” zico scoffed and christian laughed.
“your emotions are screaming though, we all know what’s going on in that little brain of yours. we’re both okay bro, that’s all that matters right?” zico looked like he could murder and smother christian all at once. I watched as the two began to horse play. I smacked zico’s leg, pulling him away from christian.
“both of you shut up, dean is sleeping and if you wake him up zico, there will be a third patient in here”
the next day a loud roar awakened me. I soon realized that it was zico snoring. no matter how hard I hit him he wouldn’t shut up. dean and christian were both taken for x-rays around 5am. I laid down on the futon with zico and tried to push him off and make him shut up but nothing worked. soon, the doors swung open.
“that was so fas-” I was greeted by two unfamiliar faces. an older couple stood before me. they were both dressed casually but they screamed money.
“hello” I stood up and bowed, not really knowing who I was bowing at.
“who are you?” the woman questioned. “is that zico?”
I nodded, standing with my hands crossed in front of me. “I’m chaeyeon” I responded as I shook zico’s shoulder gently, praying he would wake up. the man walked over to the back of the room, taking a seat in the chair I had slept in next to dean’s bed last night. zico shuffled in the sheets, taking his sweet ass time to get up.
“ah, mrs. kwon” his eyes widened, quickly standing up and bowing in her direction before doing the same in the mans direction. the woman walked toward zico, embracing him in a hug.
“this must be your girlfriend!” her lips curled into a wide smile, switching from zico to me. I hesitantly hugged back, but by now I realized that these were dean’s parents.
“um, no, she’s…not my girlfriend” I heard the hesitation in his voice and emphasis on my. she heard it too.
“who is she then?” the man asked from across the room, his eyes glued onto his phone.
“I’m dean’s-“
“friend. she’s our friend. she came to help since hyoseob wasn’t able to last night”
“ah yes, I see. well you can go home now sweetie, thank you for staying but you don’t need to be here anymore”
excuse me? to both of you? what the fuck did zico just say? I swear I would slap him if dean’s parents weren’t here.
“no! she…can’t go home I brought her here so I’m her ride” zico blurted out. the woman pulled her phone out and began typing.
“our driver is in the parking lot he can take her” I stood silent, shifting my gaze to zico. he knew I was ready to throw hands.
“…um, that’s such a bother I’ll just take her. I need to go home and shower anyways!” zico was sweating now. what the fuck was happening.
“you sure sweetie?” she asked. zico nodded immediately, grabbing his keys off the table and then gripping his fingers around my wrist.
“it was nice to meet you chaeyeon!” she yelled as zico dragged me out. I couldn’t even reply before I was taken out of the room. the minute we stepped out, I yanked my hand from him.
“zico what the fuck just happened?!”
“I’ll tell you at home come on” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me toward the doors. I fought him to release me, digging my nails into his arm.
“hey what the fuck is happening” the familiar voice forced me to turn around. dean was in a wheelchair, being pushed to his room and christian followed closely behind. zico released his grip on me, hurrying his way to dean and I followed after him.
“dude your parents are here” dean looked like he had seen a ghost, or in this case he was about to see two.
“what the fuck get her out of here now”
“excuse me?!” I exclaimed.
“chae, go. zico will explain”
“no what the hell, I was here all night by your side. why the fuck am I suddenly being treated like I’m some disease?!”
zico sighed, grabbing my hand for the hundredth time. I didn’t have time to fought back before he tugged me, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulders.
DEAN’S POV
I rubbed my forehead as I watched chaeyeon punch the shit out of zico. the nurse continued to wheel me into the room and lo and behold, there they were. the moment my mother saw me she rushed to me, pressing kisses all over my face. I tried to escape but she hugged me tightly, so tightly that I vividly felt the pump inserted in my lung. my wincing whimpers forced her off, apologizing repeatedly. my father just patted my back.
“how are you doing dean?” he asked as the nurse helped me into bed. out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad helping christian and his nurse put him back in bed. christian greeted both my parents and I hummed in response.
“I’m fine, just tired. when did you both get here? weren’t you in London or something?”
“we just landed. your father cancelled the meetings we had scheduled for the next couple of days. once we got the call we got on the jet and came”
“you shouldn’t have, I’m fine”
“dean, how could your parents just leave you after you almost died in a car accident. what caused it anyways? were you drunk?”
“sunghoon!” my mom smacked my dad’s arm.
“no he wasn’t, however, the other driver was” the nurse walked in saving my life. she handed christian a small pill and a water bottle.
“I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have about the incident and the medical status of both these young men” she walked to my parents, bowing.
“ah, yes. why does my son have those…things coming out of his chest?” my father questioned.
“there is a pump in between his lung cavity and his lung. his left lung collapsed as soon as we got him in last night and it was pretty severe so we had to perform surgery. ultimately it is up to the doctor as to how long the pump will stay in for but it shouldn’t be longer than 4 days” my parents nodded, examining the tube coming out of my chest.
“what about him?” my mom asked, pointing at christian. christian awkwardly smiled, turning to look at me.
“he’s mostly bruised up. the most severe damage he obtained is a fracture in his left fibula which should heal as any other broken bone should”
“what about the girl? she had her arm bandaged up. was she in the accident too?” my mother asked. the nurse’s face turned to confusion and it took a minute for me to clarify as to who she was talking about.
“no, she wasn’t. she had that already” I blurted out. the nurse simply smiled and walked out. my parents got comfortable, sitting close to my bedside. they made conversation with christian, asking him about school and his family. the whole time I was trying to come up with some bullshit lie about chaeyeon. there was no fucking way they could find out about us. first off, they didn’t even know I broke up with heoyang and second, they would rip chaeyeon apart if they found out that she didn’t come from a wealthy family. the only reason they were satisfied with heoyang was because her father owned a very successful business company in Germany.
“dean?” my mom echoed. I had zoned out. I turned to look at her, raising my browns in question.
“how’s heoyang?” fuck.
“uh, she’s fine? I don’t really know nor care” my mom’s eyes almost feel out of their sockets.
“I broke up with her a while ago..” I added.
“why would you do that?!” christian shifted uncomfortably and I started to feel bad that he had to witness this. I hesitated, asking myself if I should tell them the truth or not.
“hey..” a quiet voice interrupted us. jaeju entered the room, curling her lips into a shy smile. she bowed as she made her way towards me.
“I’m just here to say bye to you both. I’m going back to school but I will be back on Saturday to pick chaeyeon up”
my parents pretended to go along as jaeju came over to give me a goodbye hug. as she leaned down she whispered in my ear.
“I know what’s going on, zico told me. everything you do affects her and if you hurt her again you’ll be in this bed for more than just a couple days. I advise you tell your parents the truth, or don’t. it’s up to you dean”
I felt chills run down my spine. jaeju scared the fuck out of me. I fought with myself. I didn’t know what to do. if I told my parents, all they would do is talk down on her and if I didn’t, I’d have to continue hiding her.
jaeju then made her way christian, hugging him as well. she reassured him that she would be back. they talked low so I couldn’t really hear but I’m sure they were talking about keeping in touch or something nasty.
after jaeju had left, which took a while, the nurse came in to take christian for a walk. my dad stepped out as well to grab a cup of coffee and now it was just me and my mom.
“you never answered me. what are you hiding dean?” I didn’t respond, jaeju’s words replaying in my head.
“ok what’s wrong with you. you’re acting weird and there’s been people coming in and out that I don’t know. what’s going on?” she was beginning to get angry and I knew I had to start talking.
“I broke up with her because she cheated on me. more than once actually. the two girls you saw are sisters. the one you saw earlier is our neighbor and her sister, who just left, came to visit her for the weekend and her and christian have a thing or something I don’t really know mom” her sympathy immediately kicked in and “oh I’m so sorry” began pouring from her mouth. she reached over hugging and consoling me.
“she was such a lovely girl, I never imagined-”
“mom please. I really don’t want to talk about her. it’s over and I’m over her”
“oh don’t put up a front how can you get over your girl-”
“MOM,” I didn’t mean to yell, it just kind of came out. “please.” she took a moment, awkwardness filled the air before she spoke again.
“we have the next two days off but I’ll call the office right now and tell them we will be staying here longer”
“no, it’s fine. you heard the nurse. no more than 4 days and I feel fine. you shouldn’t have even come, I’m really fine” I wasn’t though, but all I needed to feel better was chae.
“dean, we are your parents! we wouldn’t leave you just like this. alone”
“if you weren’t here zico and hyoseob would be here. I’m never alone here. mom I’m not 12 anymore. I am an adult. you said you’d treat me like one if I showed you that I’m focusing on my grades and I have for the past two years. I know you were probably scared so I understand why you came. but look, I’m fine. I have finals this week then the semester is over which means that beom will be coming soon”
my mom sighed, her brows meeting in the center. “okay, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. your brother is only 18 though, I don’t trust him to look after you well”
“mom, all I’ll need is to clean the wound from this tube and the cuts I have. I can do it. plus I have tons of things to blackmail him with if I need something”
“excuse me? like what?” she crossed her arms.
“I wouldn’t be able to use it against him if I told you now would i?” she side eyed me, shaking her hair. her chair scooted closer to me and I soon felt her push my hair back. when I was smaller she would keep doing this until I fell asleep. I loved my mom, more than anything but I hated that she placed our family on a pedestal. yes we owned the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world but that doesn’t mean we are the greatest people alive. ever since we began dating girls, my mother told my brother and I that we could only bring home girls from good, wealthy backgrounds. and ever since then, that’s all I did. my only options were girls who went to our private high school and when I got to college, I only laid my eyes on the girls who lived on the expensive side of the city and attended the snob parties, which is where I met heoyang. she was wealthy but her parents gave her a limit which was obvious less than enough for her.
after that first semester I realized that I was putting up a front. I was the person my parents wanted, not the person I wanted. so I switched my major from pharmaceutical business to physics and I moved to the other side of the city. the part where everyone knew each other. the side where everyone was genuine to each other, a nice mix of cultures and classes. where no one judged, whether you come from the poorest family or the richest.
then I met her. I hadn’t even thought about her financial status until she brought it up months later. I knew my mom would never approve of a friend let alone a girlfriend who’s single father works two jobs to keep all three of his kids in college. our family had always been privileged and none of us knew what it was like to struggle financially. my mom had pounded the idea that those who don’t have enough money were the ones at fault for lacking an education. my brother and I on the other hand knew that she was wrong. we made friendships with people with lacking backgrounds and they were no less than us. through chaeyeon I learned to value those who work harder than everyone else. I learned that education is not a choice, it’s a privilege. we don’t pick who we want to be, we get handed a position and what we choose to do with that is ultimately up to us. we pick whether we want to see the good or bad. but my mother had yet to discover that.
my dad eventually came back and so did christian. the nurse then took me to walk around the hospital and when i returned the doctor examined me. he said I would have the pump taken out in 3 days and I could go home then. I had no idea how I would do my finals if I was in the hospital but I wasn’t really worried about that. my parents went to the hotel late that afternoon to rest and just after they left, crush and zico walked in. crush greeted christian, teasing him about his leg before it was my turn.
“where the hell have you been?!” I reached my hand out and he swung in for a hug.
“home…just not our home” he took a seat in the chair, facing both christian and I. “I got shit faced on Friday and I stayed with some random girl but she was so nice and took care of me. I ended up taking her out to lunch yesterday and then you know, I worked my magic”
“shut the fuck up” zico sat down next to him after punching his shoulder. crush rubbed it and wined like a child.
“she’s an orientation leader this winter too so we’ll be working together”
“is she hot?” christian asked.
“hell yeah, let’s have a kick back after finals and y’all can meet her” he added.
“I’m leaving Friday afternoon after my last final” christian responded.
“I’m starting my internship here so I’m down. what about you dean?” zico looked over at me.
“beom is coming up. we’ll both spend the winter break here since our parents have some new drug being released in Europe or some shit. we’re supposed to stay at the summer home outside the city though”
“so you’re gonna leave us to go stay at your fancy house” zico added.
“hell no, I’d be bored out of my mind”
“he can take my room, it’s only a month anyways” christian offered.
“good idea, it’s settled. it’ll be the three of us and mini dean this break”
“what about the girls?” crush asked.
“they’re all going home except for sochi. she got a research position for the physics department this summer and her training starts after finals in preparation for it. by the way dude, your girl is hella mad. I don’t know how you’re gonna make this one up to her” zico shook his head at me, pointing his finger.
“did you fucking tell her you idiot” I grabbed a pillow from behind me, repeatedly smashing it against his head. he eventually took it from my hands, hitting me back.
“I had to you asshole, did you want me to lie?” I looked down, running my fingers through my hair.
“no. is it that bad?” I asked.
“I think you really need to talk to her. oh, and she told me to tell you two things”
“what?” part of me hoped it was something cute but knowing her it was probably a fuck you or something.
“she spent all day making calls and sending emails to the school officials and the physics department. she set up your finals to be online so you don’t fail your stupid classes. someone from the school will be coming Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to monitor you” in that moment I felt like an asshole. this girl was doing her all to make me feel comfortable and less worried and here I was, denying her for my parents. I couldn’t bring myself to have my mother claw away at her though.
“and the second thing?”
“fuck you dean” zico smiled proudly. there it was. I was about to hit zico again but there was a knock on the door. crush opened it and christian’s doctor walked in.
“good evening boys. christian, after your last round of x-rays I think you just need rest now. let’s get you out of here tonight” christian’s face lit up. we both hated being here. part of me was jealous that he got to go home. all I wanted was to get out of here and wrap chaeyeon in my arms.
“damn we have great timing” crush whispered to himself. the doctor handed christian papers and he signed them.
“I’ll get these processed and you may leave whenever you feel ready” christian thanked him as he walked out. he let out a loud sigh of relief.
“fucking finally. give me the clothes you brought yesterday zico” zico did as asked and he helped christian to the bathroom.
“so what’d you do now?” crush asked.
I was ashamed of myself but I knew I was doing it to protect her.
“I’m hiding her from my parents. the minute they got here I told her to leave” his eyes widened slightly.
“bro..”
“I know! I know! but, you know how my mom is. chaeyeon isn’t filthy rich. she doesn’t come from a well known family. my mom would rip her apart if she found out. I’m not doing it because I’m ashamed of her, I’m not, I’m so fucking proud of who she is and I don’t want my mother to tear her apart after she’s gone through so much fucked up shit that’s made her who she is today. she’s perfect to me and there’s no way I’m going to let my mom hurt her like that”
“listen, I do know how your mom is but I think you need to give her a little more faith. why don’t you just tell your mom about her? they don’t have to meet right now. in fact you’ve only been really dating for like a day so chill. you think you’re protecting her but I think you’re hurting her more than anything. how much have y’all gone through just to be together? are you really going to throw that out the window because your mom MIGHT say no?”
fuck he was getting philosophical again and once he started no one could stop him.
“have you even talked to chae? you need to talk. y’all both fuck each other over because of lack of communication, that’s what got y’all in the fucked up spot you were just in this weekend. talk to her and tell her why you did what you did and then tell her what you’re going to do to fix it. don’t just leave her hanging like this”
why was he always right. I knew he was right but I couldn’t bring myself to actually act on it. I could explain why I pushed her away but I didn’t know how I would fix it. if I told my mom, chaeyeon would get hurt, and if I didn’t, she would be hurt as well. it was a battle of two evils.
I nodded, shoving crush away in agreement.
“I will”
christian was discharged a couple hours later and both zico and crush took him home. it was just me now, me and my phone. my thumbs fumbled as I debated whether I should call or text. would texting make me an asshole? or more of an asshole. yeah it probably would. call it is.
I stared at her contact, hesitating.
“fuck it” I mumbled, pressing the call button. it seemed like it was ringing forever but soon enough I was greeted by her voicemail. I tried again only to be sent to voicemail almost immediately. I kept trying but still, nothing.
Dean: please answer
Dean: I don’t want to do this over text please
Dean: chaeyeon
Dean: please answer me
I called once more, this time leaving a voicemail.
“please call back, I’m sorry for everything. I take you for granted but let me at least explain. please” I felt so hopeless. “hope you do well on your finals tomorrow. I love you chaeyeon” I pressed the red circle on the screen.
“I fucking hate myself, I’m such a dick” I slammed my phone against the bed as I grew angrier at myself.
“don’t be so hard on yourself, we all knew it wouldn’t last babe” I didn’t have to look to recognize the owner of that voice.
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
“i’m here to keep you company tonight, your parents request” she took a seat in the chair next to my bed and set her bag down.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” as she raised her hand to my face, I stopped her.
“leave” I uttered through gritted teeth.
“I will, when you leave. let’s just have fun tonight and catch up, it’s been a while babe” as she spoke i felt disgusted. the woman I once loved, the only person I had eyes for was suddenly the most repulsive thing to me. heoyang’s face was so innocent but I couldn’t help but feel nauseated.
“just you and me, like old times dean”
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She Walks in Beauty [Dean]
Artist: Dean | Word Count: 2.548 | CoffeeShop!AU
I identify cafe with books and thus this oneshot was made! I hope you’ll like it anon<3
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Kwon Hyuk hated Monday with a passion, because his uncontrollable insomnia would always act up when he wanted to sleep, and the coffee shop he worked at would be the center of attention for businessman and woman since it was located at the heart of Seoul, giving a hard time for every barista and worker. Right now Hyuk was hanging onto the subway’s handle, blinking every few minutes when he felt himself doze off, because he can’t miss the stop and be late. Hell, Hyuk couldn’t afford to be absent, since he had bills to pay and food to buy. As much as he liked to curl up under his blanket, shielded from the work, he needed work to survive.
It took an hour to step up the café before one of the workers flipped the sign to ‘open’, and people started to flood in, looking as sleep deprived as Hyuk himself as they ordered the strongest coffee the shop got. Some took away simple breakfasts like croissants and cakes, because those people would have suffered if they didn’t eat before consuming the coffee. Hyuk barely moved from the Espresso grinding machine until he realized it was three in the evening, the odd time between lunch and dinner that left the café quite peaceful, a total change from the hectic situation earlier.
He helped his friend to clean the dishes, offering to dry them, when Hyuk heard the door push open. The dark haired barista turned around, catching a glimpse of a girl walking to the cashier. Seeing as his coworker was missing in action, Hyuk quickly set the cups down and dashed to the cashier, making it just in time to muster his biggest smile and take the orders.
“Hello and welcome to the Half Moon Café, how may I take your orders?” Hyuk started, his eyes meeting the most beautiful eyes that pulled him out of the reality for a moment. When he finally snapped back, Hyuk was blinking, trying to push away the look of shock, because oh you were beautiful. The way your hair falls effortlessly, how your eyes seemed to hold joy, and your luscious lips when they twitched into a smile was all it took to make his knees weak. And when he heard your angelic voice, Hyuk knew he was smitten.
“Do you perhaps have anything that’s strong enough to wake me up, but not too strong that it would hurt my stomach? I’m not much of a coffee drinker, and something mild and not too sharp would do.” You described, as your eyes were still on the menu board on the wall, sometimes squinting to read the small words. Hyuk himself had to look up to the menu, humming while he thought of your description.
“Maybe a Flat White would do? It’s made of 15-30% of coffee and 70-85% of milk, that’s the least strongest drink in here,” Hyuk offered, noting how your eyes met his gaze again and looking delighted, “Or maybe you could eat something first before drinking. We have cakes as well if you think croissants are going to make you too full.” And then your attention switched to the range of cakes on the display, and Hyuk noticed how you would lick your lips in thought of eating the pretty looking deserts.
“You know what, I’ll take that Flat White and a Green Tea cake,” You ordered firmly, and Hyuk diligently jotted down your words, “How much would that be?”
“8 dollars, please.”
“Here you go.” Giving Hyuk the exact amount of money, you then walked to the table next to the window, making yourself comfortable as your examined the world outside the café. And then you turned your head, taking in the details of the large coffee shop that was empty. Of course it was empty, everyone was still at work and they won’t be hungry for three more hours, so there’s no reason for people to go here. You went here just because you thought it’s odd to be squeezed between tall buildings. And it served as a cozy café, as if the harsh rigid world outside didn’t exist.
And Hyuk watched from the corner of his eyes, how you would watch your surrounding and indulge in the comfort of the café, and then pull out a book out of your bag. He tried to peek from afar to see the title of the book, because the cover looks familiar to his mind. While he did so, he had almost ruined the small heart he made on the foam, and he sighed in relieve when he didn’t ruin the shape. The coffee was done a minute later, and he decided to deliver your orders himself, having a double reason as to catch a glimpse of your book as well. Hyuk was secretly a big literature fan, especially poems, and he was sure he’s seen the cover of your book before.
“One Flat White steaming hot and made with love.” Hyuk’s voice broke your concentration as you looked up, closing the book and giving a full view of the book’s title to him. And he tried to suppress the yelp of excitement as he gently put your coffee down, because you were reading a book of poems, and from one of his favorite artists: Walt Whitman.
“Oh, thank you so much.” And the bright grin on your face seemed to add fuel to the sudden surge of happiness inside of him, as Hyuk could only flash a smile and walk back to the counter. And as much as he’s glad that he’s a few feet away from you because his heart was beating too rapidly, he was bummed out at himself for not striking a conversation at the perfect chance. There weren’t any customers so it won’t look as impolite, his friends weren’t there to tease the hell out of him, and she was alone! But he decided that maybe it was the best, because he really didn’t want to bother your reading.
Nonetheless, he was hyped knowing you read such a great poet. How Hyuk wanted to go up to you and talk about Walt Whitman, maybe impress you with his wide knowledge of poems, but he didn’t have the guts to do so, and that was enough to hold him behind the counter as he cleaned up the already stainless counter.
While you were reading, you found yourself wondering to the cute barista every time you come over a love poem. Something about the way he holds himself really attracted you in an unexplainable way, as if he had cool appeal to him. And he looked pretty daring, with one of his eyebrows cut in the middle and the messy haircut he has. The most interesting thing about him was when he noticed the cover of your book, as if he was jolting in joy just by seeing it. There were a lot of people that read Whitman’s work, and maybe he was one of his fans. But you found it cute and intelligent if a boy’s into literature, especially poetry. Having a way with words guarantees an easy heart to a woman’s heart, and that was something you can’t deny. And you found yourself smiling into the love poet you’ve come across, occasionally taking glances towards him. He seemed like he was making himself look busy, and you wanted to chat with this peculiar barista, but you didn’t want to interrupt his work.
It was about one and a half hour later, when your coffee and cake is long gone, that you decided to go back home to do your assignments from college. Clutching your book to your chest, you used the other hand to hold the plate and glass, walking to the counter. And Hyuk was still there, his face looking taken aback as you placed the dishes as lightly as you go.
“The coffee was great, and it was perfect for my stomach! So was the cake, it was splendid.” You complimented, your hands growing sweaty as you hold your book tighter, hoping that he would contribute into the conversation so that it wouldn’t end. As much as you have to go home and do your responsibility, you really didn’t want to leave. This young man in front of you, probably a few years older, was a very intriguing human being, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him. Your heart felt something more than infatuation for this man, although you’ve just met him an hour ago, but you felt like you both were destined to meet.
“Oh, I’m really glad it didn’t affect your stomach,” Hyuk sighed, feeling pride swell in his heart as his recommendations was spot on, “I thought I might’ve hurt you there for a second.” He was trying to smile, but he felt so jumpy because of his heart picking up the pace at full speed. Suddenly he felt his senses sharpen as he took in your floral scent, his eyes catching every detail of your pretty face, and the abrupt feeling of not wanting this to end grew bigger. No, he didn’t want this awkward and embarrassing conversation to end, all he wanted was to get to know you more but he found himself tongue tied.
“Well then, I’ll go now. Thank you so much, this café is—“
“Wait!” Hyuk yelped, a bit too loud for his liking, but it stopped you to take a step further away from him, “Y-You have a great taste in poetry! I like Walt Whitman as well.” He was stuttering, and he knew damn well he’s made a fool of himself, but then you smiled widely for him, and that was all it took to calm his nerves down.
“Really? I like him as well!” You expressed, holding the book for Hyuk to see, “I’m a huge fan of literature, especially poetry, and Whitman’s work always pull me back from the world, and it’s a nice comfort from everything’s that going on.” And you rambled on, grinning from ear to ear as Hyuk’s smile didn’t left his lips, and somehow all you wanted was to spit a bunch of words out if that makes Hyuk smile a lot.
“Same as I do! Out of all the literature products in this world, I think poetry is the best,” Hyuk chuckled, and then he stops when he got a brave idea pop inside his mind, “Say, can I read you one of you my favorite poems? It’s not Whitman’s work, but I thought I should share it with you.” He was afraid you would reject, that you didn’t have time, but his offer made you step closer to the counter and rest your elbows on the wooden table, using your hands to support your face.
“Go on, I’m all ears.” You whispered, and Hyuk found himself leaning closer as well, mirroring your action. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again to meet the most alluring eyes that hold a lot of stars that got him so lost inside. But he was quick to snap back, and the power your orbs gave him seemed to fill the words slipping past his lips with so much love.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
“That was elegant and grand,” You gasped, clearly taken away by the words strung together into a perfect exquisite poetry, “Who’s work was that?” Without you realizing, you had grasped Hyuk’s hand, and he felt his heart rose to the clouds at the contact.
“It was from a poet called Lord Byron, and it’s called ‘She Walks in Beauty’. It sounds nice to the ears, doesn’t it?” Hyuk got an excited nod from you, as you were beaming in glee towards him. He then straightened his posture, suddenly getting another new idea, and dashed towards the kitchen. You were left confused at the sudden outburst, but you stayed in your place, believing he would come back for a good reason.
And Hyuk opened his locker and took out his bag, fishing out an old book that was yellowing because of its age. Grabbing a pencil, he scribbled a few things on the front cover and ran back to the counter, where you were still waiting for him. He then presented to you his most prized possession, and your eyes turned wide when you saw the author of the book: Lord Byron himself.
“I think you’ll like his works, so I’ll let you borrow it,” Hyuk shrugged, shoving the book closer to you, “You’ll know where to find me if you finished this book, and maybe if you want to chit chat about Lord Byron.” He smiled, and it was a genuine one where he hoped you would take it as a way for you to see him again soon.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll return it of course, but you’re done reading this?” You asked, reluctantly taking the book from Hyuk’s calloused hand and smoothly feeling the old pages with your fingers. He hummed as an answer, and you looked at him with the same expression he held. And at that moment, both hearts were filled with love and warmth, and you couldn’t help but lean in to give a quick peck to his cheeks.
“Thank you so much! I’ll read it well,” And you took a step back, and then another, thinking that you should call it a day for your heart, since all that it’s done is beat rapidly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?” You hoped to meet him again, and you gripped Lord Byron’s book tighter, hoping he would give you the respond you wanted.
“Yeap! See you tomorrow, and be careful on your way home!” And as you both waved good bye, you quickly sped away from the café, and when you arrived at the park before the subway, you found yourself jumping in pure joy and screaming your heart out. Fate was being kind for you today, you scored the perfect guy you’ve always wanted, and he seemed to be feeling the same for you! Oh boy you were happy, having fallen head over heels for the charming barista.
And Hyuk was doing the same celebration as you did, raising his fist into the air and yelling his happiness up into the air. It was when his coworkers were back that he stopped his little celebration, but the smile on Hyuk’s face didn’t disappear, and he found himself sleeping peaceful tonight without any stress pounding his mind. It was unbelievable to find the perfect girl that fits his favorite poetry so much.
And you were ecstatic from the message scribbled on the front page. It was an open invitation you would definitely take up to.
Here are some poetry book recommendations for me, and I think you’ll like this since we have the same taste. Here’s my phone number: +82 XXX XXX, maybe you could text me tonight or we’d go book hunting tomorrow after my shift’s ended?:) –Kwon Hyuk
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#dean#miso#deantrbl#deanfluenza#deantheofficial#kwon hyuk#딘#권혁#khh#krnb#you.will.knovv#a: music#s: imagination#c: tbsummermonogram
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A Quiet Night
Dean (Kwon Hyuk) x reader
genre: fluff
synopsis: you and your boyfriend spending a simple night at home, just relaxing together. also known as my perfect date idea
word count: 342
a/n: so that’s my first time writing a fic after years i haven’t, so i wanted to start with something short and sweet, and with the love of my life. btw, the book i quoted here was “under the hawthorn tree” by Ai Mi, great book, i really recommend it
The sky was getting darker, and the wind brought with it the nightlife sounds through the open window, soft music playing in the dimly lit apartment, creating a movie-like scene.
You were sitting on the floor, in a mess of blankets, pillows, and plushies, under the single lit lamp, your boyfriend’s head in your lap, your fingers mindlessly playing with his dark hair.
“He hesitated as if trying to work out if she was testing him. He looked at her with a steady gaze before shuffling closer to her and lifting one side of the coat. It covered half of his body. They shared the jacket as if it were a raincoat, but they might as well not have had anything over their shoulders, so ineffective was it at keeping out the cold.”
Your voice was soft as you were reading out loud, throwing glances at Hyuk’s relaxed face every once in a while.
As his eyes were closed and breath even, you took a break, admiring his features while sipping from your now cold tea, wondering how you got so lucky to date someone as sweet and beautiful as him.
“Why did you stop?” he opened one eye and looked at you, catching you staring at him.
“I was just, thinking of how lucky I am, that’s all.”
“Hmm, I think I’m luckier,” he smiled at you, taking your hand from his hair and kissing it, holding it tightly on top of his heart.
“Yeah?” you teasingly smirked, “why do you think you’re luckier?”
“Because I get to hear your voice and see your smile every day. Because I have the best, most beautiful girlfriend in the entire universe.”
You smiled at his words, feeling your cheeks getting warm with a blush. You leaned down, sweetly kissing him, both of you smiling into the kiss, happy you found each other.
“Can you please get back to reading now?”
You giggled at the childish voice he used, sipped your tea, and got back to your book.
“ ‘Are you still cold?’ He asked…”
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Lee Dong Wook Relationship Role
Lee Dong Wook Kinky* Reading
Lee Dong Wook - Shadow of the Moon (Single R. mod.)
Lee Dong Wook Ideal Partner
Lee Dong Wook - Love is a Battlefield
Lee Dong Wook - Dark Mansion
Lee Jae Wook Ideal Partner
Lee Jae Wook Kinky* Reading
Wonho reacting to his lover asking for an oral
Wonho Kinky* Reading
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Deantrbl Ideal Partner
Woodz Relationship Role
Woodz Kinky* Reading
Woodz Ideal Partner
Woodz - Sweet Romance [@kpopstan127]
Jay Park Relationship Role
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Lee Soo Hyuk Kinky* Reading
Lee Soo Hyuk Relationship Role
Lee Soo Hyuk Ideal Partner
Lee Soo Hyuk - Love is a Battlefield
Lee Soo Hyuk - Shadow of the Moon
Park Seo Joon Kinky Reading
Jaejoong Special - Kinky* Reading + Relationship Role + Bonus Questions
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Lee Min Ki Kinky* Reading
Kleo + Lee Min Ki - Libido
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Lee Do Hyun Kinky Reading
Gikwang Kinky Reading
Kwon Eunbi Kinky Reading
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Yoo Ah In Kinky Reading
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—dean in [burberry x gq korea] imagination
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Dates with Dean after his concert~
(Like or reblog if saved, don't steal) my submit box is open
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lil boi
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I did a thing for Dean because he came back on IG and he has short hair, pls like if you save it
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Sis, I really miss that Jung Jaewon fanfic called "it was an accident" bring it back pretty please! I really want to know how Dean gets involved I Melissa and Jaewon's relationship. Please!!!!
I stopped writing it because nobody was interested in it and not many people cared for it either. Maybe when I'm finished with the Wonjae fic I might get back into writing it again. I'm not sure though, it depends if people start giving me feedback like they do for the Wonjae fic because I don't want to feel like I'm only writing for 2 people.
Thank you so much for reading it though and I'm also very sorry for not posting any updates on it. Hopefully I will soon (because I lowkey like writing it lol) 💕
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