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Match Found ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - 13. just Jungwon

Synopsis: Jungwon is sick of his friends' constant teasing over his lack of gaming skills. Determined to secretly improve and prove enha wrong, Jungwon sets out to learn to play, except he has no clue where to begin. Luckily for him, y/n is a girl with too much time on her hands, a desperate need for distraction and is more than happy to indulge him. Only, things are never that simple and Jungwon soon finds it difficult to explain exactly what the pair have become. college Student! Jungwon x gamer! Reader

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(3.1k) written work + SMAU :: warnings: cursing

Jungwon stares blankly at his phone screen. Hundreds of scenarios running through his mind, each one crazier than the last. Why did you suddenly want to call him? Before he can delude himself further his screen lights up with your incoming call. He only gives himself a split second to smile subconsciously at your contact picture before accepting and placing the phone against his ear.

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Yang Jungwon, I fucking hate you, you know that?”

Jungwon sits up slightly at the sheer frustration that drips from your tone, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Me? What did I do? Are you okay?”

“No. I am not okay you idiot. I miss you and your stupid face and your annoying voice. And you sending me selfies looking cute is not helping. I am trying my very best to be a responsible friend and not take up your time, why are you tempting me you dimpled freak.”

Jungwon can’t help but burst into laughter, it was entirely absurd, the way you sounded absolutely vexed at the prospect of not being able to see him. Any hint of fatigue from studying had been replaced entirely by an ear splitting grin, his cheeks aching and warm from your admissions. His heart swelled knowing that your time apart had affected you just as much as it had been affecting him.

“This is not funny! Stop laughing at me you dickhead. I’m gonna hang up just go back to your work,” you whine into the phone and Jungwon can almost picture your scowling face, complete with jutted lips and knit brows.

“No, don’t hang up. I miss you too Y/N, I wanna hear your voice,” Jungwon pleads between wheezes.

“No. You heard my voice already and you laughed at it. You lose all Y/N privileges. Get back to studying, you gotta focus,” you gripe crossly.

“Come on, just a couple more minutes and then I’ll let you go, hm?” Jungwon asks, smiling fondly to himself when you respond with an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright fine, I guess I can spare you a couple more minutes since you miss me so much. How are you doing, Wonnie? You tired?”

“I'm doing alright, lowkey exhausted. I would be better if I saw you more,” Jungwon admits softly, “All I see are the guys and my textbooks. So I'm kinda going crazy, hence my messages about me dying.” Jungwon huffs, leaning back in his chair to rub at his temples, the dull ache slowly returning again at the thought of his upcoming kinesiology exam.

“Hmm.. yeah that sounds rough. Have you eaten? Maybe you need some food in your system?”

“Yeah I ate a banana earlier. Everyone in the house has been too busy to cook or go grocery shopping so we’re living off of ramen for the week. It's not too bad though, we switch up the brand so we don't get sick of it.”

Jungwon pauses at the lack of response on your end, hearing only the rustle of you moving around the room. “Y/N? You good?”

“Yeah, I’m here Jungwon, my bad. Just grabbing a jacket and my shoes. I'm gonna head out for a bit.”

“Oh. Okay, well if you’re busy, we can hang up.” Jungwon offers half heartedly, fiddling with the edge of his papers.

“Uh. Yeah I'm really sorry Won, I promise I was listening. It's just gonna be a bit loud where I'm going so I don't want to disturb you. I'll make it up to you okay? I missed you a lot and it was nice talking to you, really.”

“Yeah, you're fine Y/Nnie thanks for calling, I needed it. Be safe when you're out okay? Text me if anything happens.”

“Mhmmm I will, good luck with studying! You got this! I'll see you soon. Byeee!!”

Jungwon draws his phone away from his ear slowly, blinking at how abruptly you had left the call. Exhaling slowly, he turns back to his desk, engrossing himself back into his studies.

It isn't until he hears the tell-tale slam of the front door that Jungwon jolts out of his trance. He slid his gaze over to his phone to see that over an hour had passed since you hung up, his screen empty of notifications. Extending his arms above his head, Jungwon stretches slowly, his muscles groaning and popping in protest.

He’s mid stretch when he hears faint conversation in the kitchen downstairs. Jungwon cocks his head in confusion, zeroing in on the noises outside, he could almost swear that he heard a girl’s voice. Shrugging off his curiosity, Jungwon turns back to his notes, looking over the hastily scribbled diagrams and notation.

“Jungwonie~” Sunghoon raps on his door, cracking it open to stick his head inside. His eyes bounce around the room until they land on Jungwon, crinkling in a playful smile. “I have a surprise for you~. A very very special visitor-”

Jungwon doesn't even have time to question Sunghoon before he’s pushed aside, causing the door to swing open with him.

“Oh my god Sunghoon, move. It's just me. Why are you acting like you're fucking Oprah,” you grumble, making your way into Jungwon’s room.

Jungwon lights up at the sight of you, arms flying open automatically in invitation, “Y/N! What are you doing here?”.

“Hey bestie~, a little birdie told me someone missed me,” you chuckle, accepting his hug. Jungwon uses the opportunity to pull you onto his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck happily.

“You guys are gross. I’m the one who actually stopped her from leaving without seeing you and you can't even give me the time of day,” Sunghoon sulks, leaving with a theatrical glare, slamming the door behind him.

Jungwon tilts his head at Sunghoon’s words, looking up at you inquisitively for an explanation.

You roll your eyes, running your fingers through his hair gently, lightly scratching at his scalp. Jungwon preens like a feline at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “I was just stopping by to drop off some proper food for you and the boys because you said all of you hadn’t eaten well. I ran into Sunghoon on your doorstep on his way out somewhere and he let me in. I wanted to just leave the food and go so I wouldn't distract you but Hoon said you’d want me to say Hi at least.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna just leave without even seeing me,” Jungwon frowns up at you accusingly, his grip on you tightening slightly.

Your jaw ticks slightly as you struggle to justify your actions. As much as you had wanted to see Jungwon, you thought it would only make things harder. You were right. It felt wrong to act like everything was okay when it felt like your whole world was teetering on your shoulders.

Your hands stutter slightly in their ministrations against his scalp, sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. With his arms securely wrapped around you and the warmth of his gaze, it was so easy to be lulled into this sense of false security.

You wanted nothing more than to spill out all of your frustrations and worries. To just cry and let Jungwon wipe your tears, and tell you everything would be okay.

No. Your whole life you’ve disillusioned yourself enough with false promises and hopes, you couldn’t guarantee anything right now. Until you spoke with your father, you had no clue of the seriousness of the whole dating situation. There was a chance that it merely a suggestion, with nothing binding you to going through with it.

You wouldn't burden Jungwon with your superficial issues, not when his eyes already drooped with fatigue, ringed with dark circles as evidence of his late nights. So you swallow back the confessions that threaten to escape from your lips, giving Jungwon an easy smirk and flicking his forehead gently.

“Well you got to see me, so no point in sulking. I just didn’t want to take up your time, you look enough like a zombie already.” you tease softly, tracing small stars on his neck.

“Ugh, trust me I feel worse than a zombie,” Jungwon scoffs, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, “If I have to look at another joint ligament or femur I think I’ll actually drop out and become a tik tok dancer or some shit.”

“Aww poor baby.” You coo at Jungwon teasingly, snickering when he pinches your side in retaliation, mumbling insults against your skin. “Seriously though Jungwon, make sure to get proper rest and eat well okay? I brought some curry for you and some random dishes for the other boys. Don’t stress yourself out, you know the material, you’re gonna do amazing I know you are.”

Jungwon’s response is muffled but you can still pick apart his whispers of thanks and assent to your requests. You look down at his tucked figure fondly, resting your head against his own.

The comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you let yourself melt against Jungwon, exhaling deeply. Your relief is short lived as your mind soon begins to travel again towards your future with the company and Jaemin. Suddenly Jungwon’s hold feels suffocating, a slight sense of panic settling in your bones as think about the fast approaching changes to your life.

Feeling you tense up, Jungwon lifts his head, scanning your face with searching eyes. “Y/N? What's wrong?”

Shaking your head dismissively, you smile in what you prayed was a convincing manner. “Just some company shit with my Dad that's stressing me out. I’ll tell you more once I actually know the proper details.”

Jungwon scrutinizes you, before nodding slowly, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, shaking his arms off of you and sliding off of his lap, “I’m certain. Anyways, I should probably get going, you have to study. Enjoy the food okay?”

“What? No.” Jungwon says incredulously, your arm firmly locked in his grasp, “Stay.”

You huff exasperatedly, “Stay and do what Jungwon, you’re gonna be studying. Plus I’m tired, so I'm gonna head home and take a nap.”

“You can nap here! Come on, I won’t get distracted by you I swear. I just want you here with me,” Jungwon pouts up at you, slumping in disappointment when you wiggle your arm free of his hold.

"I fucking hate this cute ass man. He is the literal bane of my existence," you sigh inwardly, giving in as always. You were starting to think Jungwon had cast a spell on you, rendering you unable to refuse him.

“Alright, fine you win. You can put the fucking pout away, I’ll stay.” You shove his head lightly, walking over to flop onto his bed, wriggling until you’re snug under his duvet. Jungwon’s comforting scent envelops you and you can’t help but inhale it slowly, already feeling the drowsiness tug at your eyelids.

You peek at Jungwon to find him already staring back at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you get comfortable in his bed. “What?” you ask defensively, flustering under his affectionate gaze. “Do your work or I’m gonna leave” you threaten and Jungwon raises his hands in surrender, turning back to his work with a barely stifled smile on his face.

It’s not long before you’re fast asleep, snoring softly into Jungwon’s pillows. Much like Jungwon, you have had numerous sleepless nights since the performance, albeit for entirely different reasons.

It’s an hour later when Jake quietly comes into Jungwon’s room, eyes widening at the sight of you knocked out in his bed.

“Yo, I was just coming in to say thank you to Y/N for the food. My bad, I didn’t know she was sleeping, is she good?” Jake whispers.

Jungwon considers your slumbering form, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation, “Yeah, I’m not sure. I can tell something’s bothering her but she’s not too keen on sharing and I didn’t want to push her. I managed to get her to stay for a bit so hopefully she gets some rest and feels up to talking about it.”

Jake looks at Jungwon’s worried demeanor, the way his eyes are trained on you and can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. “You really like her huh?”

Startled Jungwon faces Jake with wide eyes, “Y-yeah? I mean she’s a really good friend and we just get each other you know? She's really important to me I guess,” he stammers.

Jake snorts, shaking his head, “Yeah right, dude you know what I meant. Come on, you two are literally obsessed with each other. When are you gonna make your move bro? You never know who might try and steal her away before you even get your chance.”

“I don’t know hyung.” Jungwon pauses, his jaw clenching slightly at the thought of you with someone other than him. “I do like her a lot, maybe even more than that at this point. But I don’t want to risk anything right now you know? She’s a CEO’s daughter and I’m literally a college student worrying about midterms. I just feel like we’re at such different levels, I want to be able to take care of her,” he frowns.

“Right now, all she’s been doing is helping me out basically, more than you guys even know. And then she did the whole makeup crew thing and now the food. I’m so so grateful for Y/N and everything she does for me. But every time, it just serves as a reminder that when it comes down to it, I’m not sure I can do the same for her. What can I possibly give her that she doesn’t have? If anything I’m dead weight, and I so badly want to be selfish and just ignore it and make her mine-” Jungwon halts as you shift slightly, he had become so absorbed in venting his feelings that he hadn’t realized his gradually increasing volume.

Jake and Jungwon hold their breath, eyes bouncing back and forth between each other and your stirring figure before you settle down again, letting out a puff of sleep.

Relieved, the pair exhale gratefully and Jungwon starts again, his tone lowered to a discouraged mumble. “Anyways, I’m working on getting the confidence to actually do something. But it’s hard hyung, I’d rather be her friend forever than risk it and not have her at all. She could probably have her pick of the most successful men in Seoul, why would she pick me? I’m just Jungwon.”

“Dude, I get it. I really do. Y/N’s great and that can be daunting, but Won, there’s a reason she’s here in your bed. It’s not like she ever really tries to hide the fact that she’s whipped for you bro. If anything she’s probably holding back because you won’t let her breathe in our direction and then you go on twitter and best-friend zone her because you’re too scared to confess that you like her.”

Jake smiles encouragingly, “She’s right in front of you Jungwon, don’t let her slip away,” with a final pat on Jungwon’s shoulder, he turns to leave. As Jake shuts the door, he spies Jungwon staring at you quietly, gently brushing away the stray hairs from your face. “Idiots in love I swear,” he laughs to himself.

Jungwon barely registers the click of the door closing, his focus entirely on the way you lean into his fingers, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, snapping a quick picture of you swaddled in his comforters and pillows.

As his gaze drags over your features, the slight part of your lips as you let out puffs of air, Jungwon’s mind wanders to Jake’s words. If it meant that Jungwon got to see this sight more often, maybe it was worth the risk.

Jungwon eyes his notes and the clock, weighing the options internally. He sighs as he reaches his decision, not that he had much of a choice anyways when you and his bed looked so enticing. Truthfully, he had already resigned himself to this fate as soon as he had felt the soft flesh of your cheek against his fingers. And so, Jungwon pulls his hoodie over his head, draping it on the back of his chair. Gingerly, he slides into bed next to you, trying not to rouse you from your sleep.

The dip in the mattress just barely tugs you from your slumber and you look up blearily at Jungwon. “Wonnie?” you slur, voice raspy from lack of use , eyes fighting to stay open.

Jungwon smiles down at you fondly, his hands slipping just under the hem of your shirt to rub soothingly against the small of your back. “Go back to sleep baby I’m right here,” he whispers softly, guiding your head back down to rest against his chest.

You're unable to muster anything but a pleased grunt in response, happily curling up against Jungwon, your legs tangling with his. In the comfort of the warmth radiating from Jungwon and the addled state of your sleep-ridden mind, your guard slips and a mumbled confession escapes your lips “Don’t wanna lose this Jungwon.”

Your words are so quiet and jumbled that Jungwon's not entirely sure he even heard them properly. He's given no chance to process them or question you before you’re sound asleep again, drooling slightly on his shirt. He mulls over your words silently, wondering if it had anything to do with what was bothering you that you refused to tell him about.

“Why is there so much to think about,” Jungwon groans internally, “Fuck it, I give up on trying to make sense of all of this. I’m just gonna focus on passing first. I’m gonna ace my midterms and then I’m gonna figure out how to ask Y/N out without making a fool of myself.”

With a new, steely determination set in his mind, Jungwon tugs you even closer, finally allowing himself to fully relax into your touch. He brushes a soft kiss against your forehead, making a mental note to tease you for drooling on him later.

Jungwon’s not sure of the outcome of the changes that loom over the two of you. If he makes his move and it all goes downhill he may never have the chance to hold you like this again. But for now you're here, and having you firmly within his grasp is comforting enough to allow Jungwon’s eyes to flutter close and his mind to finally succumb to sleep.

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their relationship was bound to happen in (almost) every universe, world and reality

happy belated birthday della (and me^^) and happy belated anniversary to my favourite poly couple. this is my longest fic at 5500+ words

"What did you think of the movie?" Jay asked Della, who was the only one who hasn't stated her opinion.

It was one of the rare moments when all the Enha members watched in the cinema together. They were all curious about the most-awarded film that just won best picture at the Academy.

"I didn't think it was gonna be that funny but it was hilarious," Della smiled. "It was hilarious and sad. It was really good. I loved it."

"Anything else?" Jake asked. They could all tell that there was something in her mind.

"I really liked Waymond.. and I cried a few times near the end..." they know her too well. She had more things in mind. "You guys know I didn't watch the new Doctor Strange movie, right?"

"Mm," they have an idea of where it's going.

"What Waymond said in the movie star universe made me cry, first off. But it also made me think..." she played with her fingers. "The multiverse thing is most probably fiction but I really hope that we get to be together in a lot more universes than this one. All eight of us."

"Don't think about it, darling. The multiverse isn't real and I'm sure our relationship would've existed in another universe if it was. Maybe even most of them."

washington, united states of america

"Shit. I think everyone has formed their groups," Alice mumbled to Della. "Looks like we're the only ones left.. again."

"Seriously?! What about Jen and..." Della frantically turned her head to her other friends. "Fuck, they have eight people."

"One, two, three, four..." she heard Alice count quietly. "Fuck, there are two groups of seven so we have to split."

"Shit..." well that's the price you pay for being friends with everyone so you're not in a specific friend group and only stick with your best friend. "Not lucky this time," she sighed at the thought of being separated from (practically) her other half.

"Yeah..." Alice was still looking around the class. "I just realised one of the available groups is with H7! All seven of them!" Della scrunched her face at the name.

"Please don't call them that, that's cringy as fuck," H7 is what the student body calls this one friend group. All seven students are in the basketball team and are all handsome. Hence the name; Handsome 7. "What about the other one?"

"Is everyone done picking the groups?!" the teacher asked out before Alice could answer.

"Not yet!" Della and Alice said in unison.

"Hurry up, you two. Ethan's group is open, Luke's group is open," great- it's pick your poison.

Either Della gets grouped with a bunch of boys- and H7 at that, or groups with her ex and his 'girl best friend' who never liked her.

"Good luck with H7," Alice whispered in her ear, getting up to sit with Luke's team without a second thought.

Now that's a best friend. Della couldn't help but smile at the thought.

She grabbed her favourite pen and notebook before heading to where the seven popular boys sat.

She wonders why no one chose to sit here, considering the many fangirls they have. I guess they wanna be with their friends more.

"Sorry to squeeze myself in," she sat on the only empty seat next to number seven. Otherwise known as Will.

Will was always so smiley and friendly to everyone, he doesn't just stick around the popular kids. He's almost like the sunshine of the group. Yet he's a totally different person on the field. He does not play around.

"Not at all," majority of them said.

"Della, right?" number four, Johnny, asked. Johnny is straightforward and mature, somewhat like the leader of the group. Interestingly enough, his looks are quite the opposite. His eyes and fluffy cheeks resemble those of a cat. Absolutely adorable.

Take his smile away and you got yourself a fierce cat.

"Yeah," she smiled softly. "I'm sure you know that I know you all already."

"I'm Jake," number five- okay let's cut out the jersey numbers, cocked his chin up. Jake is known for his insane basketball skills and a real big flirt. Doesn't necessarily play with girls' hearts though. All bark and no bite.

"Ricky," Ricky cloned Jake's head cocking with raised eyebrows. Ricky is really cool. The way he looks, moves, talks, everything. Cool in general but his playfulness comes out within the group. They're all the same age, yet it's almost as if he's the youngest of H7.

"Hi," Della awkwardly said. What else was she supposed to do?

"I'm Will," "Johnny," two of them did the same.

"We've been in the same school for a few years now. I know your names," she chuckled.

"Well I'm Ethan," Ethan brought his hand out for a handshake. While Jake was the flirt, Ethan was the one who's an actual player.

Not really though. From what Della has heard, he treats his past girlfriends like royalty. She suspects that he's just desperate on finding the one... in high school?

"Hi Ethan. I'm Della," she grinned and shook his hand.

"Oh, so Ethan gets a personal 'hi' and a handshake?" Ben had his arms crossed, eyeing their hands with a lazy smirk.

"Hi Ben," her smile stayed as she rolled her eyes. Ben likes to joke around with his friends. Exclusively his friends. Everyone knows how loud and hyper he gets but only a handful of people can make him like that.

"So everyone has a group now right?!" the teacher yelled out again. "I'm going to explain the project!"

"Yes!" some students answered. The class immediately turned quiet to hear the instructions.

"I'm Jay, by the way," the guy across from her leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Nice to meet you, Della."

Della mostly remembers Jay from his parents who helped fund the school. Crazy rich.

Everyone's somewhat rich since they attend the state's top private school. But Jay's family is on another level. Even his uniform looks more expensive.

"Nice to meet you too, Jay," she made the mistake of looking him straight in the eye within close proximity.

He really is handsome. Straight out of a magazine.

"I hope you don't get bored of us. We're really looking forward to doing this project with you," they seem to be stuck in that position.

"Really?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Mhm," Della swallowed at how hot he sounded.

"Ditto."

seoul, south korea — txt & en- playground

"She's so pretty," Niki giggled to his hyungs.

"She's prettier in real life- how's that possible?" Sunghoon gushed to them quietly too.

"What did I say about talking about this in public?" Heeseung scolded. "People might hear and we haven't even debut yet."

"Easy for you to say. You trained with her so you know what she looks like up close," Jay chuckled.

"Aish- just don't make things so obvious. Stop staring at her."

TXT's Della is one of the country's top visual. Nicknamed 'Korea's Siren', it's no surprise that she has lots of admirers. Even her juniors can't seem to resist her charm.

"Should we talk to them?" Della asked her bandmates. "I feel bad. They keep looking at us but must feel so awkward."

The five other members looked at each other with a knowing look. Time to play wingmen.

"Let's go! But I need to head to the restroom," Yeonjun slightly widened his eyes to the boys, trying to tell them to leave with him.

"Wait! Me too!" "I'm coming!" "I need to go too!" "I need to pee!" they said at the same time.

"What?! Guys don't leave me here!" Della watched them all stand up. "I'm gonna go to the restroom too!"

"NO No!" the members stopped her.

"You need to keep our seats warm!" Beomgyu tried to think of an excuse.

"But I would need five butts.." Della raised her eyebrows.

"Well..."

"You guys are being weird but I'll listen to you anyway because I trust that what you're planning is something good," she sat back on her seat. "Have fun doing your business guys!" she waved.

"We love you, Della! Trust the process! Please be your cool self!" Kai exclaimed before the five disappeared.

"She's alone!" Jake whispered aggressively to his bandmates.

"Subtlety! Subtlety!" Jungwon reminded when most of the guys turned their head to where she sat.

"Should we go say 'hi'? Say that we're big fans?" despite being a shy group, Enha wishes to do so many things and that includes making the first move.

They already talked earlier. What's so different now?

There's no hiding behind the other TXT members, that's what.

"The Tubatu guys probably did this on purpose," Heeseung mumbled.

"Should we just... go there?" Jay tried to confirm the plan.

"Yeah yeah, let's just-" before they could continue, Sunoo stood up from his seat.

"I'm gonna go grab a snack first. Wait up."

"Hurry back!" Niki called after him.

Sunoo let out a sigh. He can't believe that every single one of his bandmates took an interest in the girl she's admired since her debut.

He doesn't own her or anything but well technically he liked her first.

Or maybe Heeseung did since they trained together for a bit.

"Don't you like macarons?" Della suddenly joined Sunoo in the snack table.

"Ah that surprised me!" he jumped, placing a hand on his chest.

And he got even more surprised at the fact that the girl his members were gushing about was standing right there.

"Sorry, sorry," Della held her hand up with an embarrassed smile. She thought that it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the young group; by slowly starting with one member and eventually everyone else.

"Hello!" he quickly bowed.

"Hello," her smile changed to a warm one.

"How did- how did you know I like macarons?" he covered the bottom half of his face.

"I watched I-Land. You ate it in the first episode," she giggled.

Oh my God. She watched I-Land.

"Your cover of Crown was amazing, by the way. Absolutely did it justice," oh my God, she's complimenting me.

"Ahh thank you so much!" he bowed slightly.

"Listen.. I really wanna get to know Enhypen- as friends! Of course!" her voice had slight panic in them. "You guys seem really cool and sweet so..." she started to feel really shy.

"Of course! They really wanted to meet you too," the two looked at the other six and found them staring. They quickly snapped out of it to give her a small bow.

"Cute," she smiled. "I would love to get close- if you!" she stammered. "If you guys don't mind! I know it's risky for male and female idols to be close so..." Sunoo can't help but soften at her words.

He should be slightly jealous at how she wanted to get to know all seven and not just him, yet for some reason, he just felt warmth. Kang Della is interested in them. All of them.

"Don't worry. All seven of us would absolutely love to get close with you."

riverfield, webtoon world [dara = sooha]

"Dara! Wait up!" Shion yelled out.

Dara turned around to find her seven new friends walking towards her.

Or well... more like to the dorms.

"Shion! Hi!" Dara grinned when they caught up to where she was. "Are you all heading to the dorms?"

"Yup! We're about to go and hang in Solon's room though! Would you like to join?" Jino invited enthusiastically.

"Jino!" Solon scolded his friend through their mind-link. "What did I say about getting close to Dara?!"

"That it's an amazing idea to get her to be our friend?" Jaan answered.

"Pfftt.. friend," Noa held back a smirk. "You all act like you don't want more," they knew the youngest was right but didn't want to acknowledge it. Even Noa himself regretted saying it. Now his brothers might think that he doesn't want her.

"Solon's right. Dara shouldn't get mixed up with vampires, it's dangerous," Jakah said, his hesitance evident.

"Guys?" Dara waved her hand with furrowed eyebrows, unaware and unable to hear the vamps' conversation. The action also brought those boys back to what they were initially doing.

"Yes! Yes?" Heli was the first to respond.

"Were none of you listening?" she frowned slightly. There were seven guys there. How did NO ONE pay attention?

"No, I was!" "I was listening!" Shion and Jino said together in panic.

"I was just about to say 'that's great' and 'let's get going then,'" Jaan tried to make it smooth.

"I'm sorry Dara, I spaced out," Noa said, attempting to get points for honesty.

"Noa, how can you space out when Dara's talking?" Shion gasped dramatically.

"Like you weren't lying just now-" the bickering would've gone for longer if Heli didn't cut them off.

"Sure, Dara. Why don't we all walk to your room together and then move to Solon's?" Heli, being the one with actual telepathic abilities, was able to multitask perfectly. He was the only one to catch what Dara said.

'I'm flattered and would love to join, but I actually wanted to give you all a little something. Do you mind if I go over to my room to grab it real quick?'

"She wants to grab something from her room before joining," Heli quickly relayed the message.

"Perfect! Let's head on to Dara's room!" Jino exclaimed. "You coming, Solon?"

Solon's ears practically had steam coming out of them. He wanted to tell his brothers off for being so dumb and smitten over a human.

But it's not like he isn't too.

"I'm coming with. I wanna see what she prepared for us," Jakah intended his mind-link for Solon, showing how the older would be the only one absent.

"Fine," he grumbled before walking ahead of the group a little.

As they were making their way, he could hear his brothers laughing and chatting with Dara, causing him to be in an actual sour mood.

When he looked back once, he found that the girl was standing beside the eldest and grinning up at him.

'She probably only prepared something for Heli,' he internally scoffed. He was unaware of the jealousy he felt.

Yet once they reached her room, his predictions of the girl was oh so wrong.

"Hi! Sorry for the wait, so uhh..." she exited her room with seven small containers at hand. "This is a cream for whenever you get injured. It's supposed to work for everything, it's multipurpose. But if it doesn't work then just come to me and I'll give you something stronger."

She had actually thought about all of them. She noticed the injuries that they sustained during their last battle.

"Nightball seems very demanding so you might use this up well," she giggled. She still believes that their injuries came from the sport.

Solon watched as she handed everyone their own cream, complete with a handwritten label of their names.

"Actually Solon, do you mind if I put this on for you? Your injury looks really bad," she looked at his forearm with worry. She had saved him for last.

"Yeah, sure," he practically whispered.

The seven boys silently observed as this girl carefully tended to the wound on Solon's arm, and they felt their hearts warming up (more).

Solon wasn't exactly lovely to her, but she stayed patient and kind.

'Fuck being a human- I really like her.'

brisbane, australia — 2010

"DELLA!" the seven boys yelled out from outside Della's house. "DELLLLAA!"

"No way..." Della muttered to herself and looked out her bedroom window.

There they are. Her very annoying, seven best friends.

"Della!" her mother called from downstairs. "The boys are here for you!"

"Just a second, mom!" she rushed to put on some socks and hurried down.

"Careful! Careful! No running!" her mother scolded. "Especially with socks, you might slip and fall."

"Sorry mommy," Della gave her a big hug as an apology.

"Be careful, okay?" her mother reminded before opening the front door. "Hello kids!"

"Hi Mrs. King!" "Hello!" the boys said together.

"Is Alice not joining?" Della was putting on her shoes as her mother asked questions.

"Not today, Mrs. King. She had to go to the dentist," Johnny answered for the group, as always.

"Oh okay. What are you guys planning to do today?"

"We're gonna watch a movie in Jay's house!" Will replied enthusiastically.

"Huh? Why are you all here then? Della could've gone with just Jake and Ben," Mrs. King pointed at their two (closest) neighbours. They all live near one another, but Jake and Ben lives two houses away from the Kings'.

"We wanna make sure Della was being careful and safe," Jay gave a charming smile.

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"The movie was so romantic!" Della gushed on once they were done watching. "Especially in the lanterns!"

The guys wanted to watch Megamind, but instead they got sucked into watching Tangled because that's what Della wanted.

They barely paid any attention and mostly talked throughout the movie, yet having them agree to watch her (already) favourite movie was more than enough to make her happy.

She has watched it a million times since it came out anyway.

"Oh I wish I had magic glowing hair! I can just sing 'flower bling and glow, let your power shine' and boom! I'll be young forever!" she twirled around in a daydream.

"We're seven, Della. Don't you wanna grow up a bit and then be young forever?" Ben brought her back to reality.

"I wanna be a kid forever!" Ricky spun around in circles. "I wanna be five and not go to school!"

"Yeah! I just want nap times and games in school!" Jake caught Ricky, making them fall into the large couch.

"Ben has a point though! I wanna be a dancer when I grow up! A real one!" Della was used to all the chaos of being friends with the seven kids. They just enjoy each other's company as is.

"I wanna be a dancer too! I wanna make a dance team and dance all around the world!" Ricky yelled.

"Guys! Let's make a team when we grow up!" Ethan proposed his idea.

"A team?" "What team?" everyone calmed down in interest.

"Any team! We can be a doctors team! A team astronaut team! Dancers! Police! Let's just make a team!" his little voice sounded so certain.

"I wanna be a biker," Jay calmly stated.

"Why a biker?" Will looked at him with a judging look.

"Bikers are cool. They ride motorcycles and have cool jackets," Jay shrugged. "I just wanna be cool."

"My mom says bikers are bad," Will innocently pouted.

"I wanna be a doctor," Johnny sat upside down.

"I wanna be a professional ice skater," Ben joined in. "Our jobs are so different."

"Well we can be a team of something else, it doesn't have to be our jobs," Della thought. "Let's just be together until then!"

"Be together until then?" Johnny repeated, sitting back upright from dizziness.

"Yeah! Like Flynn and Rapunzel! They were a team-"

"But they were only two people. We have seven!" Jake managed out whilst in the midst of play fighting with Ricky.

"Eight if we count Alice," Jay reminded.

"No, Della's right. We can be a team like Flynn and Rapunzel when we grow up," Ethan thought.

"If we're gonna be like the movie, can I be Maximus?" Johnny randomly responded.

"Oh and can I be the king?" Will joined in.

"I wanna be Flynn! Agh!" Ricky raised his hand before getting tackled by Jake.

"I wanna be Flynn!" Jake protested.

"I told you that anyone can be whatever they want! We don't have to be like Tangled!" Della pouted. Sometimes her friends are impossible.

"What about Transformers?" Ben asked about his favourite movie.

"Oh maybe like TMNT," Jay grinned.

"Well whatever the example is, I'm sure we can be a team when we grow up," Ethan smiled.

"You really think so, Ethan?" Della said with a soft voice and soft eyes. "Even with me as a girl?"

"Girls can do anything, Della. My mama and so many films show it!" Jake and Ricky started to calm down down their play-fight.

"You're the most important part of our team, Della. I promise," Ethan looked into her eyes with the same amount of softness, maybe even more.

"Ouch, E. Good to know that we're not that important."

seoul, south korea — the YG building

"Like this-" the choreographer demonstrated a certain position to Della. "Ooh ooh, like that but- you gotta hold his arm so it'll be safe each time."

Kang Della's first single album will be released after just two years of Magnum's debut. As the most popular member of her group, the company agreed that a solo would be appropriate.

"We gotta keep you safe, superstar," the dancer she was holding, Jungwon, teased. "How else are you gonna break records?"

"Aish-" Della slapped his arm briefly before going back to her original position.

"Actually, maybe it's best if you hold her, Jungwon-ah. I'm scared that she'll fall one day," the choreographer instructed. "So Della doesn't have to hold on to you but instead you... that's it."

"I'm not that clumsy, unnie," Della smiled but didn't protest. She knew that she was just looking out for her.

"Just in case, darling," the other dancers watched the three experiment with the song's bridge.

"You wished that was you, huh?" one of the female dancers whispered to Niki.

"No, I don't," he got really defensive. "She's a client."

"I mean... she's also our friend.." Niki didn't know what else to answer so he kept quiet. "Eyyy," she nudged his shoulder teasingly.

"No no, I'm seriously not jealous. I don't like her like that," he shook his hand.

"You would have to compete with the whole world anyway. Including your buddies," she looked at the five other male dancers.

"Nah, there's no competition, don't worry. I was just watching them."

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"Lucky Jungwon got to be paired with Della," Jake complained to his friends during their break.

"Aish- you got the whole world shipping you two," Sunghoon pointed at him.

"At least you had that little moment during the fanmeeting," Jay also pointed at Sunghoon. "I was stuck with another member."

"Oh my God! Hyungs! At least you guys have something! All Heeseung-hyung, Niki and I have are group photos!" Sunoo protested. Those three always seem to be bickering.

"Isn't that a good thing? My DMs and comments are not filled with overprotective Della fans," Heeseung chuckled.

"You guys should be like me. Everyone makes shipping content of us even though we're never seen next to each other," Niki smirked.

"Lucky..." Jay muttered.

"I just want people to think that she's taken," Sunoo pouted. "Then people would stop hitting on her."

"Nothing could stop those guys and you know that," Jungwon wiped the sweat off his forehead. "They'll keep asking her out even with all kinds of rumours."

"You're right," "Mhmm," his friends all agreed.

"Where is Della anyway?" Jake asked.

"Should be here any minute n-"

"Sorry I took so long! A manager wanted to talk to me!" Della entered the room in a hurry. "Hello, my loves," she went over to place a kiss on their cheeks. "What were you all talking about?"

"How lucky some of us get to be seen with you," Niki crossed his arms. "And how other idols keep hitting on you."

"Again? Guys I turned them down already," she sat next to the youngest with furrowed eyebrows.

"No no- it's not really about that but more about how we wish we can just tell the world about us," Jake grabbed her hand for assurance. "We're not blaming you, darling."

"I really wish I could too," she sighed. "I love being an idol but sneaking around sucks real bad."

"Having seven boyfriends doesn't help too," Sunghoon lightly kicked Della's feet. His comment made everyone but Heeseung sigh.

"Heyy- I don't know if this helps but at least all of us being together makes it less suspicious! It's just like she's one of the boys!" the oldest tried to lighten the mood.

"Please use a different expression next time but you're right," Della scrunched up her face. "And since you guys are dancers, we get to be really clingy!"

It's true. Jake had the opportunity to be Della's love interest in a music video. Sunghoon got to be paired with her during a dance cover. Jay once made a cameo on Magnum's Youtube channel. Niki is one of the most popular members so they get shipped a lot, and now Jungwon gets to have a dance opportunity for her solo.

They're allowed to be seen together and it won't be too suspicious.

"Yeah, we're actually quite lucky, eh?" Jay smirked. "I love this relationship, y'all."

"Awww," they all teased, some of them even nudging and pushing him.

"CUTEE," Jungwon aggressively said.

"Cutee, "So cutee," "Awww aww awww," they teased him more.

"Ahh whatt?!" Jay turned around, embarrassed.

"Cute," Della smiled to herself, watching her boyfriends interacting.

"Della-ya," Niki whispered in her ear while everyone was distracted.

"Hmm?"

"Don't tell the others yet but I choreographed your other song," Della looked at him with wide eyes and a huge grin.

"No way! Congratulations!" he quickly shushed her. "Sorry sorry."

"There's gonna be a tiny moment with me. Nothing major like Jungwon-hyung's, but at least I get to hold you a little."

seoul, south korea — the hybe building

[let's pretend that all the guys are over 21 in this. there's nothing sexual but della is everyone's noona so it'll be inappropriate if she dates someone of their actual age]

"It's a bit..." Della's assistant hissed and tilted her head. "It's good now but it's missing something.."

"Is it the colour? Not enough red maybe?" Della agreed but couldn't detect the issue. The seven guys look good but they could look better.

"No no, I think Jake's pants are dark enough to match Jungwon's hair," the assistant pointed.

Della stayed silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what to alter, and it only hit her when Jay started subtly flexing his arms.

"Ahhh," a lightbulb went off. "Let's give Sunghoon a sleeveless outer," she gestured to Sunghoon.

"Sleeveless?" her assistant asked curiously.

"Jay is too revealing. We need to give someone else something sleeveless," Della explained. "We have that black vest, right? The leather one? I think we should give Sunghoon that."

"Is it here? Where is it?" she looked around for the said outer. "I think it's in the other room. I'll go get it."

"Oh, and can you please bring the black shorts too, unnie?! I wanna test it on Sunoo or Heeseung!" Della called after.

"Okay!" the remaining eight people watched the other stylist leave the room.

"I'm too revealing, huh?" Jay teased his secret girlfriend.

"The balance was off!" Della leaned against the closest boy, Jungwon. "You guys like the outfits though, right?"

It's been two years since Della worked at the company as a stylist and she was still lacking confidence in the outfits she builds.

Enhypen has worked with middle-aged stylists for the longest time. She questions whether hiring a younger one was a good idea.

"It's really cool, what're you talking about?!" Jungwon pushed her lightly. "The vibe fits the song well and we all look good!"

"It's really pretty!" "It's really cool!" "We look good!" the others complimented.

"It's just..." she stepped back again to look at the big picture. "Yeah, I think we need to change Sunghoon's jacket and Sunoo's pants..."

"Good. I was getting envious that Jay got to show off anyway," Sunghoon smirked while removing his jacket.

"Next time, I wanna show off my arms too," Niki told Della.

"Me too! But just wait a couple of months for me to prepare," Heeseung touched his bicep.

"Yah- tell that to your other stylist. I'm only responsible for comeback outfits," Della wrapped Sunghoon's previous outer around his waist.

"Can't you be our full-time stylist?" Sunoo pushed back her hair just as she put a belt on Jungwon.

"I would love to, darlings but I can't be seen when I'm only a few years older than you," she gave him a smile, now untucking Sunoo's shirt.

"Shouldn't the world know that we have the hottest noona as our stylist?" Heeseung asked.

"Aishh- you guys flatter me too much," she stepped back to observe again. "I'm worried Jake and Sunoo look too plain.."

"Noo," they whined. "If everyone is too flashy then it'll be too much."

"Jay, give your gloves to Sunghoon please and please wear these, Wonie," she placed a pair of yellow gloves in Jungwon's hands.

"Hey- heyy," Jake put his hands on her tense shoulders. "Why are you stressing so much, babe?" his fingers moved to massage her.

"I'm worried I might get replaced if I don't do a good job," she laughed nervously.

"You've been working with us for a few years now, they can't fire you that easily!" Sunoo looked at her in disbelief.

"Are they suspecting us?" Sunghoon asked.

"Mm," she simply replied, stroking Jake's hand around her waist now. The members panicked a little. "I don't know... I just found out today and they said they don't mind as long as I don't reveal it."

"Then what's the issue?" she leaned against Jake with a sigh.

"Pressure, really. It kinda feels like I have to work harder," the guys all let out an 'eyyy'.

"You're an amazing stylist, noona. You should look at the comments our fans post! They've been really loving our outfits since you were hired!" Jay rubbed Della's shoulder.

"How is a stylist able to work harder anyway?" Jungwon muttered. "If anything, we should work harder," everyone chuckled at his comment.

"Thank you, guys. Sorry about that- ACK!" she squealed when Jake nuzzled his face into her neck. "That tickles!" she tried to release herself from him.

"Don't go! Sorry, sorry!" Jake pulled her back and chose to nuzzle into her shoulder instead. "I'm pleasantly surprised that the company let it go that easily."

"We've been in the industry for years, of course they wo-" Niki cut himself off when the door opened and everyone immediately dispersed.

"Sorry it took so long. Here are the shorts and vest."

hanseong, korea — joseon period

"Father, may I go to the festival today? They're supposed to release the lanterns tonight," Princess Dahye asked the king.

"Tonight? Darling, your mother and I have got to attend a dinner remember?" his majesty replied with a frown. "We will be able to visit tomorrow, if you wish."

"I would love to go tomorrow, but I also really want to go tonight. The lanterns only happen tonight!"

Her father hissed and placed a hand under his chin, trying to figure a solution for his daughter.

"Your majesty, may I suggest?" his royal advisor spoke.

"You may."

"Perhaps the princess may come with Lady Ahyeong while the adults have dinner," Dahye immediately tensed up.

"That's a great idea," quick- think of something. "Daughter, what do you think?"

"It is indeed a great idea but unfortunately-" she took a deep breath. "Although Lady Ahyeong and I get along well, I am a bit uncomfortable with going out alongside someone I just met once."

"So do you have another suggestion?" a mischievous grin slowly grew on her face.

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"Mmm!" Dahye's eyes widened at how delicious the street food was. "This is absolutely divine! Jungwon-nim! Try this!"

The princess had convinced her father to let her off on her own- of course, with a few conditions that she proposed herself.

She would be disguised as a simple villager. Absolutely no riches and luxury will be seen on her. She would even go by the name of 'Dasom' to avoid suspicion.

She would also be assisted by a group of guards to completely ensure her safety.

And those guards are the ones who always get assigned to her.

"Wahh, it's really soft," Jungwon told his friends.

"Ah really?" Sunoo raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Do you wanna try?" Dahye held up the food again.

"No no, it's yours," he shook his hand.

"Do you think we should move a little closer to everyone else?" Jongseong held a lantern on his hand.

The group decided to sit on the grass a little further away from where the majority would raise their lantern.

"Here should be fine- give me that," Jaeyun reached for the lantern. "Usually people will write their wishes or the person they're in love with before letting go," he took out a small brush from his pocket.

"That's so cute! That's so romantic!" Dahye got even more excited.

"You wanna write your wishes?" Heeseung patted her head from behind.

"Something like that," she turned her head to look at him.

"Do you have ink though?" Jongseong asked Jaeyun.

"Should we use blood?" Sunoo giggled.

"Noo!" everyone else whined.

"Just use the sauce from the rice cakes!" Chulsoo referred to the stick on Dahye's hand.

"We don't have enough of it," Jungwon pointed.

"Let's buy more and ask for extra sauce," Heeseung proposed.

"Good idea. Sunghoon-nim!" Sunghoon's eyes widened when Dahye said his name. "Please get us two more rice cakes, my love," she handed him the coins while batting her eyelashes.

"Why do I have to do it?" he mumbled under his breath but did what was told anyway.

Once the guard returned, the seven boys watched as Dahye dipped the brush in the sauce before writing on the lantern.

"What do you plan on writing?" Jaeyun practically whispered, almost afraid to be asking.

"You'll see," she muttered.

The writings slowly got together and her 'plan' became apparent.

"Our names," Chulsoo breathed out.

"Do you think it looks okay?" Dahye finished with the last stroke before leaning back to look at it as a whole.

"It's perfect," the seven guards said in unison.

"We should light it up now," Jongseong pointed at the other lanterns, seeing how they were now all lit up.

Everyone all stood up, placing one hand on the lantern. Jongseong took the match included with it and lit the bottom up.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" they heard the crowd count down, releasing once they reach one.

They all silently watched at the beautiful floating lights that adorned the night sky.

"It's so beautiful," Dahye muttered, feeling arms wrap around her waist in a back hug.

"Nothing can compare to her highness' beauty," Jungwon whispered in her ear and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

Their love story will end in tragedy, they can all feel it.

A relationship between a princess and a commoner itself was absurd, let alone a reverse harem with seven. Their romance was forbidden with absolutely no way around it.

Yet they let themselves hurt anyway, with pleasant moments like these to cherish and hold onto.

'Maybe we'll be together comfortably, in another life.'

requested: — nonidol!della — della as sooha — della in txt

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lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i. the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on… there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up.

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours.

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger.

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty.

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning.

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?”

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time.

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

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➸ CHAPTER 4 | " BREWING A SCHEME "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.5k

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The evening was getting more vivacious as several eligibles twirl around the dance floor not once, but multiple times now; some ladies with different men, as some with the same ones they initially danced with.

The young lord with a hearty appetite approaches his best friend who is sitting alone on the large couch by the lobby. “Where’ve you been? I thought you ran away to the garden with some man.” Sunoo softly chuckles as he plops down beside Y/n with a table napkin in hand. The young miss had her head hung low when he approached her so it took him a while to notice her flushed cheeks and soft sniffles.

“Hey there, come now. What's wrong?”

“Am I that unattractive, Sunoo?” The boy gulps down at her when she suddenly turns to him with a frown. His lips form into that of a slight smile as he carries the napkin towards her flushed cheeks, gently wiping off the tears that stream down her face. He swears internally at the thought that someone seemingly insulted her for her insecurities to pop out again. Sunoo could only presume it was his doltish brother’s doing this time.

“Where is this suddenly coming from, Y/n?”

She sniffs heavily. “Jungwon-”

“That dimbo-”

“we were dancing when he said my eyes were beautiful. But it wasn't long until he excused himself, quickly rushed out and disposed of me like an old, useless book lying on the library floor. I'm completely certain I never said anything wrong for him to suddenly act like that.” Sunoo can only sigh in exasperation while rubbing the corseted back of his very dear friend.

“Am I horrifying?” Her bottom lip juts out as she huffs out a long, dragging sigh. Sunoo’s eyebrows furrow in fume.

“Hey, don’t say that! If you are, then Lord Heeseung wouldn’t probably dance with you out there like you’re his coveted treasure. But of course, he looks at every woman he’s ever acquired like that.”

“He was very charming, though. But whoever wants to be another trophy in his snobby rack of possessions anyway?”

“Oh! Every woman in the ton, babe.” The two rolls their eyes and share a teasing laugh afterwards.

“Sorry about my brother. He's just plain stupid.” Sunoo rests his head on the young miss’ lap. Her hand hovers above him as her flimsy fingers softly rake his luscious locks, fingertips gradually glazing his scalp with the softest, careful touch he's ever felt.

“It's so frustrating, you know? He’d look at you with a smile and the next, he frowns. He’d say you're beautiful and the next, he acts like you're hideous. He'd talk to you nicely like he's very fond of you and then in a split second, he shifts into a complete asshole. No offense.”

“Now that's one way to word it! He's got his brain in a rust. Mother would sometimes think about shaking his head to get it up and running.”

“How about we put on a good show?” The two jolt from their seats and quickly turn to the owner of the baritonal voice. Sunoo stands up in a jiff followed by Y/n, as they curtsy in sync. “Your Grace.”

“Please, Lord Sunghoon will do-”

“Your Grace! How lovely, dear, would you be kind enough to grace our floor with your enchanting waltz?"

The three bows affront the Queen who abruptly appears from one of the arched entrances. With a carefully coiffed beehive and shiny Swarovski jewels draping around the updo, Sunoo almost gasps out loud at the stunning sight that is the Queen.

"I’d be happy to oblige, Your Highness." The marquess turns to the young miss with a raised brow. “My lady?”

Y/n’s eyes widens at the sudden request. The Queen looks at her in anticipation. “Oh! Uh.. y-yeah...”

Sunoo subtly nudges her from the back and she was quick enough to clear her throat and redeem herself. “I mean, yes, Your Grace. It’d be a pleasure to dance with you.” She extends her hand for the very fine marquess only to have the back of her palm softly kissed by the ever handsome lad. “The pleasure’s entirely mine, my lady.”

He gently pulls her from her fingers and soon enough, they find themselves dancing alone gracefully on the Royal Court as the ton circles around them with amused whispers and mouths ajar, caught in the depths of such awestruck sight.

The lad has his hand resting politely on the slightly arched back of the lass, with the other hand carefully gripping hers as they sway and twirl in elegant motions along the grand tune from the pianoforte. With a close-hold stance, it is without a doubt that the two can feel each other's breaths of tension and agitation.

“Are you okay? You're downright flushed, it's starting to concern me. Is it perhaps the corset you're wearing?” Sunghoon whispers against the space almost enclosing them. She fixes her gaze upon the mole on his nose bridge and wonders how someone can possibly look this ethereal even with all these on random parts of the face.

“Miss Park,” He steals her attention from the pretty dots on his magnificent face that resulted in her now fixing her gaze upon the marquess’ eye-piercing stare. “are you alright?”

“Uh-huh.” She smiles naturally as if she didn't almost gag from anxiety a few moments ago. Despite the obvious lie, the young miss earns a soft chuckle from the gentleman. “They don't call me the lie-detector for nothing, Miss Park. Your shaky breaths against my presence is enough proof that you're not at ease. Might I add, you cannot even look straight into my eyes for more than three seconds.” He chuckles lightly.

“It's just… I’m just…” She shudders.

“Let's go get some air now, shall we?” It was very timely that the music ended when the marquess suggested a change of scenery. The crowd applauded at the spectacular performance the two had put on and it wasn't for long when everyone joined in the center of the hall to dance once more.

His other hand steadies on Y/n’s back while the other is holding her hand as he carefully avoids the ton's eyes. The ton swarms the floor and Sunghoon takes it as a perfect timing to sneak out the royal court and out in the open.

What they didn't know is that one person caught them; and he was just standing at the very corner of the room cautiously eyeing them the entire time with an obnoxious, deafening regret swallowing him from his gut.

Under the incandescent gleam of the chandeliers stands Yang Jungwon, a boy who just had his heart crushed by the mere sight of torture for his soul and a brainrotting guilt for giving away the woman to not just an apparent threat with a face that screams trouble, but to an all-knowing, remarkable snake who perfectly knows how to play his cards right.

The moment they step foot on the grassy lawn across the royal staircase, the two continuously huff out exhales of reliefs and share a rather boisterous laugh afterwards.

“Didn't think we'd get past them, did you?” Sunghoon, with both hands on his waist, huffs out shaky breaths while looking at the almost helpless miss who’s now wiping her forehead with the back of her thumb.

Sunghoon fishes out a small piece of cloth from his pocket and walks closer Y/n leaving the two a tiny gap of distance. “May I?” He offers to which Y/n responds with a light nod. He gently taps her forehead from the sweat of anxiousness and the sneaking out they did a while back.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He twitches his head to get a good view of her face and before he knew it, he was locking his eyes on hers.

“Forgive me, it's just, your eyes, they're... divine. I’m completely charmed.” Y/n blinks twice at the pithy remark from the favorable marquess. Almost all thoughts of her dearest lord vanished at that striking remark from another fine nobleman.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion. “the idea of putting on a good show?”

“I thought we just did?” She questions.

“Not the dance. I meant we should play pretend. Only if you wish to, of course.”

“Pardon me, Your Grace, but I don't think I’m catching up.”

Sunghoon almost sighs in frustration but quickly stifles it with a chuckle. “Forgive me for eavesdropping back there but I couldn't help myself. A chap gave you a heartbreak?”

“A longtime crush that I couldn't ever acquire attention from let alone a good moment.” Sunghoon lets out an amused smile with a jerked brow.

“Let's play a game.” He snaps. “Two witches brew a scheme to make the perfect concoction of envy. Whoever indulges the contents will either conceal their long-hidden truth, or swallow it down until all there's left is nothing but void. What do you say?” Sunghoon playfully smirks at the young miss who seems very impressed with the whole ploy.

“I’d say cheers to that!”

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Salveaza-ma (Sam Wilson x Reader) (chapter 1)

Summary: A mission to a HYDRA goes incredibly wrong for a particular Falcon after a mysterious girl with powers appears.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader (eventualy)

Warnings: mentions of torture, poorly writed fight scene, probably bad grammar and spelling so be prepared, hydra!reader.

Powers: Elemental (ability to control the elements), telekinesis, empath

Translation: Salveaza-ma- save me

Words: 1441

A/N: took a while but its here!

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He thought you were dead, your soul was but your body and mind had to deny you of the sweet feeling of complete death. Why didn’t he just go back? Why did he not save you? He promised and yet he never fulfilled it, he never held up his end of the deal.

Then again neither did you.

"Promise me youll come back for me."

“Ill come back, I promise. You gotta do one thing for me though, my dove. If he wasnt going to be there for you, when you needed him, he needed to make sure she wouldnt do anything to harm another soul.

"Anything.”

"You gotta prommise me that you will never hurt or kill anyone."

"I cant promise that, they make me do things.” Torn between right and wrong you look at him, with pained eyes and tear streaked cheeks.

"Doll i know they do, but you have to fight it for me. For everyone. When i come back, ill get you and we'll be happy.” You nodded. He put a hand on your cheek, wipped away your tears and looked into your eyes. He smiled, a rough, forced smile, but a smile none the less. „Ill be back.”

With that he walked away, never to see you untill the next five years. Whe he was better. When he got all the horrors taken out of his life. All while you suffered for keeping a promise, a promise that you broke becuase they broke you. He never kept his promise, why should you?

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“Here’s the plan, we walk in, we take out as many agents as we can and get all the information about shield out of there. Sam your with Tony flying the perimeter, Clint stay at the back and shoot the enemy, if needed ill let you know. Once the perimeter is checked and cleared Tony, Clint and Nat will go in first followed by me, Sam and Buck. Wanda , I want you to stay outside with Vision encase backup is needed. Once we are inside we split into teams of two Tony your with Clint, Nat and Sam then me and Bucky. Any questions?” Everyone stared at Steve shaking their heads, fully knowing that this will be a dangerous mission. Especially for Bucky. “You sure you want to go in there? Wanda or Vision can fill in for you.”

“Steve, ill be okay.” He said, looking off to the distance in the jet. “I made a promise to someone before I got out of there. I intend to keep it. Even if they aren’t in there.”

The second that the jet landed everyone got out and did what they needed to do. Steve, Wanda, Vision, Bucky and Nat fought all of the Hydra agents while Clint took them out from a distance

“Perimeter secured, do we go in?” Sam questioned, feeling slightly uneasy.

“Everyone split into your pairs and head in different areas. Me and Buck will take the west and take out the rest of the agents, Sam and Nat you take the east, get as much information as you can, Tony and Clint you look around, see if we missed anything.”

The team split off and searched around for anything suspicious.

****

“I hate this. Something feels of.”

“Legolas, we are in the middle of a mission and I don’t think that anything goe-"

“Tony, look out!” Clint yelled but he was too late. A wall of fire had been thrown towards him, engulfing Tony and Clint in flames for a mere two seconds before extinguishing itself. The wall of rflamed turned into vines sprouting from the walls and encasing them both. A vine snuck out and around Tony's suit, crushing his arc reactor. Disabling his suit. Another vine reached out and snapped Clint’s bow in half.

You could do that.

How could you do that?

A strange girl appeared before them.

“Who are you.” Tony asked trying to get a read on the girl before him.

“No one you should concern yourself with,” you laughed at them, “you claim to be the worlds greatest heroes but look at you now, unable to move. What would the world say?” at that you walked off.

The vines stayed long enough for you to get away and for them not to know where you went.

“Cap... we've got an enhanced female, headed east I think. Took out me and Tony. Disabled his suit and everything. Were out, headed back to the quinjet now." Clint explained.

****

“Nat, Sam there is an enha-....... proceed with cau.....” both of their coms faded out just as they heard foot steps approach them.

“Dreadfully sorry about that, just had to disable communication lines for a while before I do serious damage to both of you as to make sure you don’t get out before a few of my men come to kill you. Hope you don’t mind.”

“So you're the enhanced?” Black Widow asked.

“Ah, so you've heard about me? I gotta say, the Black Widow and the Falcon all in the same room? I must have been real good this year.”

“You do-" a gust of wind came at him, knocking him off his feet, shutting him up.

“What? Don’t have to do this? See here’s the thing. I want to. No body is making me do this. I want to do this. This is my choice. I have the chance to leave but I don't want to leave.”

You did the same to them as you did to Tony and Clint. You encased them.

“You think you are better than hydra. You think that when you get people like me you can just treat us like animals and lock up in a cage and everything would be justified cause you're ‘hero's? Guess what? You're the same. You single us out like we are the villains in the story. Like we kill anyone we want, or we lock up and imprison people but you do the same. And we cant have that happening anymore so its time for lights out for you two. Bye bye.”

Two vine snaked their way around Sam and Natasha’s neck to choke them. However when you wanted to kill them the words rang in your head again, "You gotta promise me that you’ll never hurt or kill anyone. No matter what they do to you, you have to stay strong.” You couldn't do it. You couldn't kill them.

“My men will take care of you pathetic idio-"

Just then a frisbee looking thing knocked you on your back. You quickly got up and threw a ball of fire at the man who threw it at you but something metal blocked it. The same metal thing kicked you backwards.

This was his fighting style.

Then it hit you, quite literally.

The metal thing.

The metal.

The metal hand.

The winter soldier.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Bucky...

He came back.

“Bucky...” he stared at you. “you came back...”

“Dove?” you stared at him. “(Y/N)... I told you id come back didn't I?”

You slapped him and tackled him to the ground, bringing a knife to his throat and pining him on the ground with your legs.

“It took you five years. Five year it took you to get me back! They beat me, tortured me, grilled me, electrified me for five years and you want me to believe you are here to get me. You went with the heroes, the people we despised and you want me to forgive you...” your voice died out and you broke down, falling against his chest.

The vines around Sam and Natasha’s neck fell and in an instant you felt a pair of arms scoop you. They made you feel safe.

“Sam, bring her to the quinjet will you?”

“Wait, cant I?”

“Bucky you know what she's capable of so you need to brief us. Sam can stay with her and we can fill him in later.”

“fine..”

****

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