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ice cold, cabin fever - part 1

🌙 staring. Seungcheol & Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. "come on, let’s just go back to snakes and ladders and you can pretend we’re not snowed in with no firewood and a dude you hate locked in the bathroom."

cw/ tw. threesome, daddy issues, mean/tsundere cheol, wet dreams, spanking, marking, dirty talk, choking, unprotected sex, pain kink, dacryphilia, breast play, praise, degradation, fingering, oral, hand job, blow job, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, size kink, cumplay, finger sucking, spit roasting, hair pulling, voyeurism, I petnames. (hers) princess, bitch, whore, baby (s.coups) cheol, douche, dick, daddy (mingyu) gyu.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 25.9k

🍭 aus. e2l, s2l, step brothers Jihan, non idol, ski resort, roomies, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. so when I tell you I know practically nothing about skiing... also, the recent soop episodes have been giving gyucheol and jihan and I'm dying. I other inspo: 🙂 🙂 🙂 I pls note. this fic has so much dialogue, it exceeds the number of paragraphs allowed in a tumblr post, so it will be split into 2 parts posted at the same time I read the whole thing in one post + the bonus by subscribing to my patreon and clicking here

Prologue:

“You guys aren’t going to believe this,” Jeonghan says as he enters the main area of the flat he shares with his brother and two best friends.

Three sets of eyes turn to him, and it’s Joshua who takes a shot in the dark and asks, “Did you get chlamydia again?”

“Aish, fuck off,” Jeonghan picks up a pillow to launch at his brother, “I just got off the phone with mom you idiot.”

“Ouch, since when are you telling mommy about your STI results?” Seungcheol teases, earning himself a pillow as well, that he easily bats out of the air.

“Tell us,” Mingyu urges seriously, “what did your mom say?”

“Only that our new step-sister decided to join us for the destination wedding, super last minute,” Jeonghan explains, taking a seat next to the youngest and sweetest of his friends.

“Did your mom tell her that they already gave up the cabin?” Seungcheol’s heart drops to his stomach, thoughts of powdered snow and skiing swirling on the periphery of his mind.

“Fuck if I know,” Jeonghan shrugs. “She sounds like a bit of a bitch if I’m being honest- sorry Gyu, but it looks like you’ll be giving up your bed.”

“We’re sharing a cabin with her?” The maknae’s jaw drops.

“Well she’s definitely not staying with us,” Joshua stiffens in his seat, “I don’t know what weird step-sibling porn you’re into Gyu, but we’re not that kind of family.”

“Listen,” Seungcheol leans forward, eager to keep the peace, “none of us have met her before- but your mom really likes her dad- let’s just hope she’s as nice as he is… I really doubt she’s a bitch. If it comes down to it, I can give up my bed, there’s a pullout in the cabin too, right? We’ll make it work.”

The glances all four men exchange betray how unsure they all are, and Seungcheol only wishes he was as positive as he makes himself out to be.

1: Thursday - Arrival

“Y/n! You made it!” your dad’s excitement should be contagious, but as you haul your suitcase into the lobby of the ski resort, you’re much too exhausted to mirror his attitude.

In fact, you’d bet you look exactly how you feel; done with this vacation before it’s even started.

Despite this, you accept the hug from your dad, trying to relax a little before he lets you go again. “Was your flight very long?”

“Too long,” you sigh, taking a deep breath before returning his question with “and you?”

“Too long,” your dad laughs. “But you can rest easy now, the hard part is over.”

Is it?

“I’m so excited for you to meet Suelki,” he continues, “and her two sons.”

“I’m excited too,” you really force a smile this time, trying your best to look sincere.

“Good,” your dad nods, beginning to lead you through the resort. “So listen, this trip is kind of like my honeymoon- so we really don’t expect to be seeing that much of you- Suelki and I have a suite in the actual hotel itself, but I think I mentioned to you over the phone that we booked two of the rustic cabins-”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” your grip on your suitcase handle tightens.

“Because you originally said you wouldn’t be coming, we gave the second cabin up to Suelki’s boys’ roommates- and unfortunately, the entire resort is booked up this week, so we couldn’t get you your own room.”

“Right-” He’d mentioned something along these lines during your quick phonecall when you’d changed your mind about coming on the trip, and you’re eager to see what fix he has for this.

“Each cabin had a pullout though, so you’ll be staying in one of them, and whether it’s with Suelki’s boys’ or their friends, I really hope you use this trip to get to know your new step brothers.”

Your mouth feels dry, heart jittering in your chest at the concept of sharing a cabin for a week with two boys-

“The wedding is on Saturday,” your dad and you have reached a door leading outside; icy air hits your face when he opens it. “And the cabins you’re looking for are the last two down this road here- cabin 6 and cabin 7. Just follow the string lights-”

“Are you-” you swallow. “You’re not going to take me out to where I’m staying?” You tighten your grip on your heavy luggage, eying the snowy path.

“Sorry darling, but your plane was late, and you’ve arrived at a bad time- Suelki and I have massages scheduled in-” he checks his watch, “ten minutes? I really have to go- but you’re a strong, capable girl, you’ll find the cabins no problem.”

This is exactly the type of behaviour from your father that you’re used to.

Part of you had expected something to be different- you’d been hoping that the wedding jitters would make him more inclined to be compassionate to you- but it looks like he’s as intent on letting you go about it yourself as he’s ever been.

After your long flight, and now this- you’re really questioning if you should have come on this trip at all.

2: Thursday - Arrival

“Joshie, come look at this,” Jeonghan urges, holding his tea tighter while gazing out the small cabin window.

“What is it?” his brother sighs, putting down his book but remaining seated on the couch.

“Some girl is dragging her suitcase up the path.”

He can’t help but snicker. With the road covered in snow for the winter season, accessing the cabins isn’t the easiest task in the world.

Having been here before, the brothers had packed accordingly, and carrying their duffles had been substantially easier than the struggle Jeonghan is currently witnessing.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” Now Joshua stands up.

“She’s coming to the door- shit-” Jeonghan pulls away from the window roughly, and hot liquid spills over the edge of his mug, making contact with his fingers. “Shit!” he shakes his hand out-

“Must be the step sister?” Joshua suggests, ignoring the elder man tending to his reddening skin.

“Must be,” Jeonghan hisses, putting his tea down just as there’s a knock on the door.

The elder of the two takes a seat on the couch, pulling his hoodie sleeve down to cover his hand while Joshua answers the door.

“Hi-” your voice carries into the small space, and Jeonghan silently urges Joshua to move to the side so he can get a better look at you. “Are you Jeonghan?”

“No, Joshua,” he shifts, allowing you to see into the cabin, “that’s Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan lifts his unharmed hand, wiggling his fingers at you and offering a smile.

His eyes quickly take you in, assessing your cute outfit- and its lack of weather appropriateness. He finds himself stifling a laugh again, shaking his head to snap himself out of it before saying loudly, “Aren’t you going to let our new step-sister in?”

You look like a bunny entering a wolf’s den, and you stop just past the threshold, allowing the door to be closed behind you.

“I guess you guys know about the cabin situation?” Your first words aren’t something Jeonghan had particularly expected from you-

You’re much more forward than your appearance gives you credit for, and he begins to wonder if his little bunny has teeth.

“Cabin situation?” Joshua comes to join Jeonghan on the couch, reaching for his book.

“Yeah-” you swallow, “I heard my cabin got given up to two of your friends?”

“Right, that cabin situation,” Jeonghan and Joshua exchange glances, and they leave space for you to continue.

“I was thinking,” you shift awkwardly on your feet, a chunk of snow shifts off your boot and onto the wood floor, “uh- you guys aren’t really going to make me share a cabin with two of your friends, right?”

“What do you mean?” Joshua cocks his head, and Jeonghan leans back in his seat, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him.

“Just that-” you release a deep sigh. “Guys- I’m going to be honest, I’m really tired- is there no possible way one or even both of your friends could- I don’t know… crash in this cabin with you guys?”- there’s a beat of silence, Jeonghan and Joshua exchange glances - “like, that’s a pullout couch, right? So- at least one could stay here-”

Joshua opens his mouth to respond, but Jeonghan places a hand on his knee to silence him, taking the lead in these new family negotiations; “You might be able to convince one of them to stay here,” he tells you, “but I doubt you’d be more comfortable alone with a strange man you’ve never met, than you would be having two.”

“I mean…” you look between your new step-siblings, “these guys are your friends, right? It’s not like they’re going to- erm… try anything?”

“You’re right,” Jeonghan nods sympathetically, “let’s go over there and you can see which one you prefer to spend a week alone with.”

You shift again, releasing a groan. “I know we just met- but I’ve gotta say, you’re a bit of an asshole, you know that?”

Jeonghan laughs.

“He’s right though,” Joshua sighs. “As unfortunate as it is that your cabin got given up, there’s no chance both of our friends are going to give up their beds to sleep on a pullout in here with us.” He stands up. “I saw you were struggling with your bag earlier- I’ll carry it for you, we can go to the next cabin over and discuss the situation with Cheol and Mingyu-”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you open the door, holding your suitcase tightly, “I’m a big girl, I’ll handle this myself.”

The new brothers watch you leave the cabin, and then Joshua heads to the window, eyes following you as you trudge down the path back to the main road again.

“Is she still struggling?” Jeonghan asks.

Joshua lets out something between a laugh and a sigh, then he nods. “She’s really struggling.”

3: Thursday - Arrival

“Is that your stomach growling?” Cheol groans, distracted from the Christmas film he’s watching for what must be the third time-

“I’m sorry-” Mingyu whines, hand rubbing his tummy in slow circles, “you know how I get when we go skiing-”

“Then eat more at dinner next time,” the elder man snaps, grabbing the remote to turn the sound up in the hopes it will drown out his friend’s stomach, “and make some ramen or something.”

“I’m too lazy, I can’t get up,” the large man sprawled on the couch groans, his voice switching to something more on the girly side when he says “oppa, make me ramen? We can have Netflix and ramen?”

“Aish-” Seungcheol reaches out to bat his friend’s foot.

Mingyu is the baby of their apartment back home, and all three of the men born in 95 try not to make a habit of indulging him in maknae privileges. In fact, Mingyu often ends up being the one who cooks and cleans, but Seungcheol will never admit that to anyone.

“Stop complaining and watch your movie,” Seungcheol urges, eyes returning to the screen, where Jim Carrey’s Grinch is having a similar meltdown to Mingyu’s.

A knock at the door stuns both men, their heads whipping towards the sound- then Mingyu is jumping off the couch, as if he wasn’t just claiming to be a lazy bum less than a minute ago.

“Who is it?” Cheol groans, leaning back against the pillows, stretching his tired arms out in front of him.

He’s never going to get through this movie if there keeps being distractions-

“Shh- it’s a girl-” Mingyu’s whispered response is another shock to Cheol’s system, and he suddenly finds himself sitting up in his seat.

“Well, answer the door!” he whispers back.

Mingyu follows through with the command, and a moment later he’s greeting you with a “Hello?”

“Uh, hi? Are you… Cheol?”

“No,” Mingyu steps to the side, “he is.”

Seungcheol blinks at you, taking you in.

He’s definitely never met you before, so how is it you know his name-

How is it you know the name that only his friends use?

“Then that makes you… Mingyu?”

You’re not even looking at Seungcheol anymore, your eyes have slipped over him and returned to the large man in front of you faster than Cheol can even clock-

“That’s right,” Mingyu nods, then, “wait! You must be the step-sister!”

“That’s me,” you sigh. “The step-sister.”

“Come in,” Mingyu urges you, “and let me take your bag, I bet you’re tired from your flight-”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, setting the remote down. It’s unlikely he’ll be returning to the movie anytime soon, and he supposes he should be friendly with you- despite his exhaustion from a long day on the slopes.

“Did you drag your suitcase all the way through the snow?” Mingyu asks, blatantly bewildered at your behavior.

“Uh huh,” you nod, closing the door behind you and reaching down to take off your boots.

“No one helped you?” Mingyu’s tone makes the whole thing seem like blasphemy, and Cheol watches the way he fusses over you, setting your bag at the foot of his bed before rushing to help you take off your jacket-

“No one,” you confirm. “Joshua offered, but- I managed by myself, like always.”

“So you stopped at the other cabin first?” Seungcheol confirms, “Met Hannie and Josh-”

Your eyes meet, and then Seungcheol finds himself looking at your lips-

“Yeah,” you tear your gaze away, turning to Mingyu when you explain, “wanted to talk with them about bed arrangements first-”

“You can have mine,” Mingyu offers, flashing you an earnest smile.

“Really?” your eyes widen, and you look between the two men again. “You’re not uh… too big for it?”

Seungcheol feels like he’s been hit in the chest.

If you’d had asked your question without looking directly at him, he might have been able to convince himself you weren’t insinuating anything- but it’s clear what you’re saying. It’s clear you’re clocking him as being smaller than his younger friend, clear you’re inadvertantly suggesting that as the shorter man - Cheol - should sleep on the couch.

A month ago, Cheol had suggested the very same thing, thinking you’d be some nice girl he could give his bed to.

But now?

He wouldn’t give you his bed if your life depended on it.

“It’s okay,” Mingyu is quick to assure you, “you can have my bed. Here, have a seat, we’re watching a Christmas movie- did your flight serve you dinner? Are you hungry?”

“Starved,” you sigh, collapsing onto the couch, taking the corner Mingyu had inhabited earlier.

“I’ll make us some ramen,” Mingyu tells you. “Ramen always goes well with Christmas movies.”

Seungcheol notes the way you smile at Mingyu’s words.

He feels invisible, and most of all, bitter. He’s not happy about any of this, not the way you’d taken a hit at his pride, nor Mingyu’s new burst of energy and overly friendly demeanor.

Picking up the remote again, Seungcheol hits play, and he hopes nothing else sets him off tonight, or he just might explode.

4: Friday - morning

Waking up is slow at first, and then it hits you all at once. You sit up, clutching the quilt to cover your body while blinking away the last of your drowsiness, eyes acclimatizing to the soft glow of the room.

Sunlight is coming through the cabin shades, and you realize two things very quickly. First, that you’re alone, and second, that you’re not where you’d fallen asleep last night.

After settling in and eating your ramen, you’d gotten comfortable on the couch. The movie hadn’t truly captured your interest, and you’d begun to doze off with the intention of waking up when the film was complete to move to the bed-

But you have no recollection of being woken up.

You hadn’t even had any dreams. You’d been so exhausted from a day of traveling that you’d blacked out, and now, you’re left with confusion and body aches.

Someone must have carried you to bed-

You hope it was Mingyu.

When you look down, you see you’re still dressed in your travel outfit, so the first thing you decide to do is explore the small cabin and find the shower.

Part of you is grateful the men you’re rooming with allowed you to sleep. It makes finding a routine easier. You take your time in the shower, allowing yourself to relax a little, and you consider what your day might look like.

You guess the men are on the slopes, as the skis that had been propped next to the door when you’d arrived are gone, and you decide exercise might be exactly what you need.

Besides, you’re at a ski resort, skiing seems like an obvious choice- although you’re not quite sure how it will work, seeing as you haven’t brought your own equipment-

You begin looking around the cabin for a resort map- and you’re so busy looking in all the hard places you almost miss the glaringly obvious piece of paper resting on the coffee table under a set of keys.

Your heart lurches in your chest. You pocket the keys and open the paper to find it’s the resort pamphlet you’ve been searching for.

Along with a map of the mountain, someone has taken the time to circle cabin 7, draw a line to the main hotel, and circled another section, which has been labeled ‘ski rentals’ in handwriting that’s just barely legible.

There’s no other writing to indicate which man has left this for you, so you decide to assume it’s Mingyu.

Cheol had barely talked to you last night. He’d given off cold vibes; a man with walls built up around him.

You truly can’t imagine that the quiet, brooding man had stopped to write on a map and leave you keys.

And honestly? You don’t want to imagine it.

It’s much safer to identify one of your roommates as a tall, white knight, and the other as a dark entity you’ll have to suffer through for a week.

It makes it easier to plan on ignoring Cheol.

5: Friday - afternoon

Today is a good day for Seungcheol.

He’d been worried that your arrival would mean babysitting duty, so when you’d slept in and he’d convinced Gyu to leave you be, he’d been nearly ecstatic.

He’d clocked you as a non-skier the moment you’d arrived without the correct equipment, and despite his day job as a physical trainer, Cheol is not in the mood to be teaching anyone how to do anything.

No, he’s much happier taking the slopes with his best friend.

Mingyu isn’t as adept with skis as Cheol is, but he’s good enough for the elder not to worry too much about him.

After tackling a few of the harder slopes, the two men find themselves on a green run.

It’s enjoyable to take the hill in an easy manner, crisscrossing down the incline, watching the powder fluff up and take air with each harsh turn-

The day is gorgeous-

And then Cheol spots you, and his mood drops instantly.

You’re a couple hundred feet down the mountain from he and Mingyu, and they both stop for a moment, battling the glare from the sun-

“Is that-”

“Y/n,” Seungcheol confirms with a sigh. “First the thing with her bags, now this- it’s like she’s never been to a ski resort before.”

“Maybe she hasn’t,” Mingyu cocks his head to the side, looking thoughtful for a moment. “We should go help her.”

Seungcheol scoffs. “You really think she wants our help?”

“It never hurts to offer,” the younger, more considerate man points out. “Besides, this is Jeonghan and Joshua’s new step-sister, we’re trying to be nice to her, right?”

With a sigh, Seungcheol agrees, and the two continue down the mountain, catching up to you easily.

“Hello!” Mingyu calls out to you, in classic extroverted Mingyu fashion. This earns him a smile from you, and you stop your slow slope descent to chat.

“Hi Mingyu,” you say, pushing your hair out of your face and adjusting your hat.

You don’t say hello to Seungcheol, and he doesn’t greet you either.

“How’s your day going so far?” Mingyu asks. “Are you enjoying the fresh air?”

“Yeah- found some skis at the rental and I think I’m getting the hang of it,” you tell them, “wasn’t sure I’d be skiing much this trip but, well, here I am.”

“You slept in,” Seungcheol finds himself stating. “We weren’t sure we’d bump into you today.”

“Right…” you trail off, giving Seungcheol a quick once over before your eyes return to Mingyu, and an easy smile works its way across your face again, “Have you been skiing long? I mean, I get the feeling that I’m the only person on the trip who doesn’t have much experience with all of this- you guys all brought your own skis.”

“Yeah, we’re all big snow sports people,” Mingyu tells you. “Seungcheol was actually almost an olympic level snowboarder-”

“Really?” Now you’re looking at Seungcheol. Truly looking at him. “But… you brought skis?”

“He’d be much too fast on his board,” Mingyu grins. “Skis slow him down, make him level with the rest of us. But, he’s still pretty good at skiing too.”

“Could give you a few pointers if you want,” Seungcheol says, earnestly.

He’d gotten a good look at what you were doing wrong before they approached you, and a few minor tweaks would have you skiing with the best of them-

“Erm, thanks, but no thanks, I think I’m good learning at my own pace for now.”

He notes the way you avert your eyes, upper lip curling slightly with disdain.

He should have never bothered to offer you help.

Seungcheol takes a deep breath. “You two are probably more compatible for your level, and I want to do some harder runs. I’ll see you around.”

And with that, he leaves you and Mingyu, taking off down the mountain at a speed his friends can only dream of.

6: Friday - evening

It’s been a good day for Mingyu, and settling in for dinner with his friends is the perfect ending for it. They order half the menu, covering the table in all sorts of foods to try together, and it reminds him of their time in university.

While Mingyu is younger than his friends, he’d entered their frat before they’d graduated, and the bond he has with his older hyungs is truly one born out of a shared love for food.

“Try this,” Jeonghan insists, and Mingyu opens his mouth before he even gets a good look at what’s about to be fed to him. “It’s good right?”

Mingyu can only nod happily while munching, hand reaching for his beer.

“Where were you guys today?” Joshua asks, “we missed you on the slopes.”

“Did a couple of the harder ones,” Seungcheol responds while the maknae has his mouth full, “then bumped into your step-sister on the easier hill-”

“Oh?” This grabs both Jeonghan and Joshua’s attention. “She was skiing?”

“Badly,” Cheol leans back in his chair, sipping his beer.

“She wasn’t that bad,” Mingyu insists, swallowing his food so he can defend you. “I did a couple runs with her and she wasn’t that bad, really.”

The brothers exchange a glance that Mingyu can’t read.

He’s always been jealous of how in tune Jeonghan and Joshua are. As ‘irish twins’ - siblings born within the same year - it’s like they can read each other’s minds, and Mingyu always feels like he’s missing some crucial part of the conversation.

“Did you guys sort out the bed situation?” Joshua asks, looking down at the steak he’s cutting. He gives off an air of nonchalance, but Mingyu can tell that this is a topic both brothers are interested in.

“I think you mentioned giving up your bed when we talked about it a few months ago,” Jeonghan adds, “isn’t that right, Cheol?”

“That was before I met her.”

The brothers exchange a glance, and a smirk works its way onto Jeonghan’s face. “Looks like Gyu got the short end of the straw, huh?”

“I offered her my bed,” Mingyu insists.

“But she fell asleep on the couch during our Christmas movie,” Seungcheol says smoothly. “I moved her to his bed, wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easy.”

“My neck is aching,” Mingyu groans, rubbing at it, “but it was worth it. I told her she could have my bed, so she had my bed.”

“He’s so eager to help her out,” Cheol teases, pushing at Mingyu’s shoulder. “When we saw her on the mountain earlier, she refused my help, but was more than happy to ski with him.”

Joshua and Jeonghan exchange a glance that has Mingyu rushing to assure them, “she’s your new step sister- I’m not trying anything, I just want to be friendly-”

“What was that?” Cheol leans closer, “I don’t think I heard you?”

“I said,” Mingyu raises his voice, “she’s their stepsister, and I’m not trying anything!”

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I thought I heard,” Seungcheol grins, and then he’s looking at something over Mingyu’s shoulder. “Hey Y/N, you should join these three for dinner.”

“Uh…”

Mingyu turns to find you standing there, and his skin heats with embarrassment.

He’s pretty sure you’d just heard what he’d loudly said to his friends, and his skin tingles with regret, ears heating-

“Really,” Seungcheol stands, “take my seat, I was just leaving.”

“Where are you headed?” Jeonghan asks, more curious about his friend than his own step-sister.

“The pool.” Cheol grabs the jacket on the back of his chair. “Have some knots in my back, but nothing the hot tub jets can’t fix.”

For the second time today, Mingyu finds himself watching Cheol make a hasty retreat in order to avoid spending time with you. And for the second time today, Mingyu finds himself eagerly attempting to help you fit in, despite his oldest friend’s rejection of you.

“Come eat,” Mingyu urges, patting the newly empty seat next to him.

“Are you guys sure? I can always eat alone-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Joshua laughs. “You’re one of us now, come sit.”

Mingyu is glad that your step brothers immediately start asking you questions, and for a little while, everything runs smoothly.

Every minute he spends with you, he warms up more and more to your presence.

It’s obvious to him that yesterday, when you’d arrived, you’d been out of sorts after hours of traveling. Your temperament has improved drastically, and Mingyu finds himself laughing along with his friends at small jokes you make here and there.

The four of you spend a much longer time in the resort restaurant than Mingyu had expected, and it’s only when Jeonghan begins to yawn that you all decide it’s time to head back to your cabins.

The night is cold, but it’s not snowing, and your small group follows the poles of string lights diligently.

Jeonghan and Joshua pull off one stop earlier than your own, wishing you goodnight before heading into their cabin.

As you and Mingyu continue up the path, Mingyu finds you walking closer to him, and he’s surprised when you say “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Carrying me to bed last night,” you respond, “and the map you left on the coffee table, the one with the ski rental circled.”

“Oh, uh…” Mingyu swallows thickly, “that actually wasn’t me. I think it’s Cheol who you have to be thanking.”

“Oh…”

‘Oh’ is right.

7: Saturday - morning

When you wake up, you’re struck by two things. First, that you’re alone, as you were when you woke up yesterday. And second, that your father is getting married.

Your body aches when you sit up, muscles screaming at you for having the audacity to ski as long as you had with Mingyu, and you decide pretty quick that another attempt at the slopes is off the table.

You remember what Seungcheol had said yesterday, about the pool and the hott ub, and decide maybe he had the right idea about jets and sore muscles.

He can be an ass, but you suppose he uses his brain sometimes.

You change into your swimsuit, and make sure to layer yourself with comfy sweats and your parka, pool bag in hand before you set out to take on the weather.

For the billionth time since arriving at this God forsaken cabin, you wish you’d gotten a room in the resort itself. It’s snowed over the night, but the path is somewhat cleared. Even so, the trek to the main hotel is difficult, and your muscles are even more tired when you arrive.

The resort is a ski destination, and you cross your fingers that most of its patrons are on the hills and not utilizing the various pools and saunas.

Your wish comes true, and you’re pleased to see hardly anyone as you pass through the indoor pool to check out the outdoor areas, intent on having a hot tub to yourself-

As you’re walking along the pool deck, clutching your parka tight around your body, you notice someone swimming.

He’s underwater, slicing through the pool like a professional swimmer. The glare from the overcast sky makes it impossible to get a great look at the athlete and you settle next to the hot tub, hoping to see more when he comes up for air.

You’ve just taken off your parka and are wading into the hot tub when the swimmer stops at the edge of the pool. He’s in the shallows now, and he’s able to stand up, his back to you.

Droplets of water glisten down his back in the light, steam immediately beginning to lift off of his skin-

His shoulders and back look like they were crafted by the Gods, and the man runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out of his face.

You just wish he would turn to look at you, so you can see who you’re drooling over-

In no time at all, this wish is coming true, only, you wish it hadn’t, because the moment the gorgeous, well-muscled athlete turns to look at you, you’re locking eyes with your least favourite person on the mountain.

Seungcheol is as taken aback as you are for a moment.

He’d been reaching for the rail to pull himself out of the pool, but now, he’s simply frozen.

You’re practically gawking at each other, and you’re the first to break eye contact, clearing your throat and looking away.

You can feel your skin heating, and it’s not just from the hot tub, which you wish you could simply submerge yourself in and never come back up-

In the periphery of your vision, you see Seungcheol getting out of the pool, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your entire body not to turn and watch him.

Then, to your surprise, he gives you an excuse to look at him, calling out, “The wedding starts at four, don’t be late.”

Your jaw hits the hottub floor, and you watch Seungcheol practically run away from you.

It’s becoming an all too familiar sight.

8: Saturday - afternoon

Sitting in his mother’s hotel room, watching her do the final touches on her wedding look, Joshua is struck with memories of the past.

There’d been many mornings growing up where he’d sat on the closed-lid toilet, watching her brush through her hair, sometimes braiding it, before taking him and Jeonghan to school.

In the quiet of their small apartment bathroom, nothing could come between them, not Jeonghan whining for whatever reason, nor the angry father who’d disappeared from the picture when the boys had turned ten.

To Joshua, the moment feels like peace, or at least, as close to it as he’s ever come.

He can tell, by the way his mom smiles when she looks at herself in the mirror, that she’s truly happy, and it’s all he’s ever wanted for her.

The moment is fleeting, as Jeonghan enters the room and brings with him a certain level of chaos, the kind of windswept mayhem that follows him everywhere, like a moving storm.

“Booze?” The first word to come out of his mouth.

“In the fridge,” Joshua motions to the small cooler before asking his elder brother, “drinking already?”

“Just spent half an hour running all over and making sure everyone’s doing what they’re supposed to be doing,” Jeonghan sighs, bending down to retrieve a can of beer, cracking it open with nimble fingers.

“You wanted to be the best man,” Joshua points out.

For such a small wedding, consisting of only close family and a few friends, roles hadn’t been a necessity, but Joshua wasn’t aware that scrambling around to make sure people are in place would be necessary either.

“Y/N forgot her shoes at the cabin, so Mingyu ran to get them, but by the time he got there, Seungcheol had apparently realized the heels were needed, so he’d grabbed them- and somehow they’d missed each other in the lobby-” Jeonghan cuts off his own ramblings with a large sip of his drink.

“Sounds like quite the goose chase,” their mother’s calm voice visibly settles the best man, who takes a seat next to his brother.

“You look amazing,” Jeonghan tells her, as sincere as Joshua’s ever seen him. “Our new step-sister’s dad is a lucky man.”

“Since when did you stop calling him by his name?” Seulki laughs, returning her gaze to the mirror, fixing her veil. “Looks like you’re both getting used to Y/N though, Joshua mentioned that you all had dinner last night. Is she settling in okay?”

“I think so,” Joshua says thoughtfully.

“Mingyu really likes her,” Jeonghan adds.

Joshua nods. “And we do too.”

Their mom gives them a knowing look. “How’s Seungcheol finding his cabinmate? Haven’t you both always said he’s a good judge of character?”

“He’s also a stubborn ass,” Jeonghan grins over the rim of his drink, “so we can’t really trust his opinions on her- besides, any time she’s around, he runs the other way. I doubt they’ve talked much.”

“That’s a shame,” Seulki frowns. “I bumped into her with Mingyu on the slopes yesterday, she seemed really lovely.”

“She is,” Joshua admits. He’d also enjoyed getting to know you last night over food and drinks.

“Well,” Seulki turns to her boys, “let’s just hope Seungcheol warms up to her, but we’ll put that to the side for now, we have a wedding to get to.”

9: Saturday - evening

The ceremony had gone exactly as planned.

After the initial goose chase looking for your shoes, there’d only been one or two small details Jeonghan had been forced to attend to. But after it all, his mom had walked down the aisle, vows had been said, and Jeonghan had gained a father figure.

Standing at the alter next to his brother, Jeonghan had watched everything take place with a keen eye.

He’d been pleased to see the three couples invited - his aunt and uncle, and two of your father’s friends with their wives - sitting in the small venue with his roommates. And he’d been even more interested in watching his friends react throughout the service.

Mingyu had gotten teary-eyed the moment Seulki had begun her walk down the aisle, and even Seungcheol had torn his gaze from you for long enough to admire the dress.

When everything was said and done, the small party had moved to a secluded room off the main restaurant to have food, drinks and further celebration. Here, Jeonghan had again noticed Seungcheol’s affinity for having you in his line of sight.

“You know,” Jeonghan says, as he settles into the seat next to his brother, eyes fixed on his muscular friend by the small bar, “for a guy who runs away whenever y/n is around, he spends an awful lot of his time watching our step sister.”

Joshua chuckles, sipping his champagne. “You noticed that too, huh?”

“Hard not to,” Jeonghan grins, following Seungcheol’s gaze to where you’re clinging to Mingyu on the makeshift dance floor. “What do you think about those two?”

“I think Cheol better cut his losses now,” Joshua says, setting his drink down.

“Really?” Jeonghan cocks his head, considering it all. “We’re only two days into this trip… a lot could happen before the week is done, don’t you think?”

“A lot could happen,” Joshua admits, “especially if someone like you decided to meddle.”

“I never meddle, only… help push things along.”

“In the direction you want it to go.”

“Touche,” Jeonghan lifts his champagne, gently clinking it against his brother’s discarded glass.

“I think I’m going to go ask y/n to dance,” Joshua says, pushing his chair back and standing.

“Now who’s meddling?” Jeonghan laughs.

“Still only you.”

10: Sunday - morning

The couch had been uncomfortable on a normal night, so Mingyu supposes it’s his own fault that he wakes up aching after a night of drinking and dancing at the wedding.

Stretching his arms over his head, he tries to ease the tight muscles in his shoulders, but he’s unable to get comfortable again.

He lays there for a few minutes, watching you dance in your cute bridesmaid dress on the back of his eyelids. He’s not sure if it’s you, the dress, or the visual combined, but he knows he’s going to remember last night for many years to come.

When he finally sits up, Mingyu looks towards your bed, and he’s not shocked to find you still sleeping. This is the third day waking up in the same room as you, and Mingyu’s becoming accustomed to the fact that you sleep in longer than he does.

He’s becoming accustomed to your cute, unsuspecting, resting face.

It makes sleeping on the couch worth it, and his sore muscles are almost forgotten- until he has to stand up, and they scream at him again.

Cheol is sitting up in his bed, scrolling through his phone, and he looks up when Mingyu stretches his arms above his head to release his shoulder tension.

‘Did you sleep well?’ Cheol mouths at him.

The two have been scared to even whisper in the mornings - scared to wake you up - and have adopted this silent way of communicating. Mingyu nods quickly, pointing back at his hyung as if to say ‘and you?’

Another quick nod, plus a thumbs up, then Cheol makes the motion of a man shoveling food into his mouth and points to the door.

Mingyu holds up his hand, ‘give me five minutes’ and slowly begins to tiptoe to the bathroom, where he can have some water, fix his hair, and change into better clothes.

It’s a routine they’ve gotten used to, and for the third day in a row, Mingyu prays that when he exits the bathroom, by some miracle, you’ll be awake and eager to join them in the resort restaurant for breakfast.

Mingyu and Seungcheol - quite predictably - end up weathering the early morning elements without you, and it’s on the snowy path that Mingyu tells Cheol “I think I’m going to skip skiing today.”

“Really?” Seungcheol’s shock is written all over his face.

Mingyu nods. “I feel bad that we’re always ditching y/n- and we mostly go on the slopes she can’t ski on, so… I figured, after breakfast, I'd stay behind at the cabin and wait till she wakes up, then see what she wants to do today.”

There’s a long pause, and then Seungcheol sighs. “I see how it is.”

“Hmm?”

“You also walked her home last night after the dinner. Hannie, Joshie and I stayed up drinking, you usually join, but instead, you walked y/n home.”

“We were both tired,” Mingyu defends himself. “Watched a bit of a movie, then fell asleep.”

“Is that all that happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… part of me wondered if I should have stayed on Jeonghan and Joshua’s couch last night, to give you privacy.”

Mingyu’s heart skips a beat in his chest, and he fumbles with the hood of his parka. “We didn’t- we aren’t-”

“You guys danced a lot last night, then you walked her home… if it’s not like that then… well, people might get the wrong idea.”

“Who’s people?” Mingyu nearly laughs. “It’s just us here- you think anyone really cared last night?”

“I guess not.” There’s a pause, then Seungcheol changes the topic, asking, “What do you think you’ll have for breakfast today?”

It’s then that Mingyu realizes, someone did care last night, and that someone, is Cheol.

11: Sunday - afternoon

You’d been a little shocked to find Mingyu reading on the couch when you’d woken up from your long sleep, but when he’d explained to you that he’d stayed behind from skiing with friends to make sure you had a proper buddy for the day, your heart had melted.

After a slow start, the two of you had decided to rent some snow shoes and use the back slope trails, which is how you end up climbing one of the smaller mountains together.

“We’re almost at the top,” Mingyu tells you, pulling out the trail map provided by the resort. You try to catch your breath while he points to a spot on the paper. “I think we’re about here, so just-” he drags his finger up the green line, “this far to the top.”

“Are you sure?” you laugh, grasping onto his arm to pull yourself closer so you can get a good look at the map.

There’s a pause, then he shakes his head, “No. We could also be sort of lost.”

“Don’t say that-” you grin, pushing at him, “you’ve been mostly using this map alright- I trust you, and your trail-following capabilities.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t though,” Mingyu insists. “Honestly, following maps is definitely Cheol’s thing. One time, we were on a road trip, and we were going down this road for half an hour before we had to pull over and he got to look at the map- we’d missed a turn and it set us back like two hours-”

“It’s easier to miss a highway turn than a trailhead,” you assure him. “Come on, we said we’d climb this small mountain, and then we can take the lift back down and finish our movie from last night at the cabin- just think about our nice, warm cabin-”

“Nice, warm cabin,” Mingyu nods, folding the map back up to put in the pocket of his parka. “Let’s go, we can do this.”

You watch the large, beautiful man pull away from you and continue your trajectory up, and you can’t help but smile, echoing the sentiment, “we can do this.”

12: Sunday - evening

Seungcheol had been surprised to find the cabin empty after skiing, and he’d been even more surprised when he went to the restaurant to find you and Mingyu not there either.

However, he does find Jeonghan, who informs him that he’d seen you and Mingyu getting snow shoes a few hours ago, and Seungcheol’s heart sinks.

There’s a storm coming, and darkness has already begun to settle in across the resort-

He hopes, for both your sakes, that you’re not on the top of the mountain, lost in the trails, when the worst of the winter weather hits.

After waiting diligently for his meal order to come through, Seungcheol ends up trekking back to your cabin with food and firewood in hand just as the snow begins to get heavier.

The last thing he expects when he enters your lodging, is to find you sitting there with a minty green facemask on, and for a second, he stands in the doorway just staring at you.

You break eye contact first, calling out “Cheol’s back!” and a moment later, Mingyu comes out of the bathroom, mid-facemask application.

“Cheol!” Mingyu beams, rubbing the green goo against his cheek, “you’re back from skiing!”

“I was back earlier-” Seungcheol closes the door behind him, “stopped here for a bit but you guys weren’t around.”

“We just got back from a snowshoe hike like, twenty minutes ago?” Mingyu tells him, looking at you for confirmation. Seungcheol watches the way you nod at Mingyu, and his friend lights up. This time, when he says “twenty minutes ago,” he says it with confidence.

“Well, I brought food and firewood,” Seungcheol sighs, kicking off his snow boots and entering the small space.

“Firewood?” You’re looking at him again, and Seungcheol can’t find it within himself to meet your eyes while you’re green in the face like this, so instead, he sets the food down and moves to the small cast iron fireplace in the corner.

“Did you think this cabin heats itself?” The question comes out much snarkier than he’d intended, and he regrets it as he begins to build the fire.

“No- I mean, I noticed it was cold when we got in twenty minutes ago- but I don’t know, I sort of assumed that maybe hotel staff would bring the wood and keep the embers going-”

Seungcheol scoffs. Of course another good deed of his would go unappreciated.

“It’s plausible!” you try to insist.

“I never said anything.”

“You scoffed, you went like-” you mimic the throaty annoyed sound he’d made, “you went like that, a scoff- you scoffed at me!”

“Here’s your dinner,” Seungcheol pushes the bag of takeout towards you across the floor, eyes fixed on the fire he’s still building.

“What if I don’t want your food? What if I want to finish with this mask and go grab food for myself?”

Seungcheol sighs again. “There’s literally a storm coming in- if you go out, you’re going to get windswept away- just eat the food I brought.”

“What if I don’t like the food you brought?” you insist again, and Seungcheol’s getting real tired of your bratty stubbornness.

“You will, it’s what you’ve been eating for two nights in a row.”

This finally gets you to open the bag he’d brought, and you remove the three takeout items, eying them. “How did you know I like this?”

“Like I said- you’ve eaten it two nights in a row.”

“Why were you watching?”

“Oh my god,” Seungcheol groans, running a hand through his hair. “Just say thank you and eat your fucking food while I make this fire so you don’t freeze to death- why does everything have to be so hard with you?”

There’s a long pause, and he hears the sound of a food container opening.

He’s thankful you’ve finally shut up and are going to eat.

“Even without the fire- this cabin is well insulated enough that we wouldn’t die,” you say after a moment. “The hotel wouldn’t be able to have a cabin where its renters could just die.”

If he hadn’t just lit the fire, Seungcheol might have considered allowing you to test your theory out of spite.

“You always need to have the last word, don’t you, brat?” He stands up, dusting his hands off on his pants before turning to look at you.

You open your mouth to respond- but quickly shrink under his hard gaze.

A moment later, you pick up the remote, and a movie begins to play.

At least in this, Cheol’s gotten the last laugh.

13: Monday - morning

“Fuck-” Jeonghan’s cursing does more to wake Joshua up than the knock at their cabin door had, and the younger irish twin goes to cover his ears while Jeonghan stumbles out of bed.

“Who is it?” Joshua groans, giving in and sitting up, squinting at the door that his brother throws open to reveal their eldest friend.

“Are you two really still sleeping?” Seungcheol pushes into the cabin, throwing his gloves down before gruffly kicking off his boots.

“What time is it?” Jeonghan asks, rubbing at his eyes and groaning before running back to nosedive into his bed.

“Late enough that you should both be awake.”

“Y/n’s not awake,” Jeonghan insists, tucking himself back under the covers, “and I don’t see Mingyu anywhere- why do they get a free pass from your bitching but we don’t?”

“Because they’re not my ski buddies today,” Seungcheol says smoothly. “Seriously, what’s up with you two- and why is it so cold in here?”

They all look towards the castiron fire place, and the emptiness of it gives Joshua a chill that he feels tingling through his entire body.

“We thought we had enough firewood to carry us over from the evening and into the night, so neither of us picked up any dry wood from the hotel yesterday-” Joshua begins to explain.

“Evidently you both ran out,” Cheol concludes, scanning the rest of the small space with his precise, all-knowing, eyes. His gaze lingers on the bottle of fireball on the coffee table. “Instead of running to get more wood, you guys took to drinking, huh?”

“It’s not like we were going to cuddle,” Jeonghan groans.

“So you’re both hung over.”

“Just a little,” Joshua sighs, swinging his legs out of his bed. “Give us half an hour and I can be up.”

“It’s funny,” Cheol says, moving to sit on the couch, “I just had a fight with your step-sister last night about whether we’d freeze to death if we forgot firewood- and at the same time, you guys were over here, resorting to fireball instead of an actual fire-”

“It’s not like we could go out and grab wood once we realized we didn’t have enough,” Jeonghan defends himself. “The storm was really bad.”

“And it’s going to be bad for the next few days,” Seungcheol tells them, “so you better get used to grabbing firewood every evening after dinner.”

Both of his friends groan. “Sure, dad,” Jeonghan buries his head in his pillows. “You know what? If you’re going to be like this, maybe I’ll sleep in and not be your ski buddy today.”

“Mingyu ditched me yesterday, and now you’re ditching me today-” Seungcheol clicks his tongue, “am I really being that much of a dick this vacation?”

It’s Joshua who responds, pointing out, as thoughtfully as he can; “you have been more of a dick than usual.”

To which Seungcheol replies, “Yeah, well, you guys have been pissing me off more than usual.”

Except, Joshua knows it’s not necessarily he and Jeonghan who have been pushing Seungcheol’s buttons this trip- but he keeps that to himself.

14: Monday - afternoon

After skipping out on skiing with his friend and brother, Jeonghan had gotten some much-needed rest. Then, around lunchtime, he’d left his cabin in search of food only to bump into you and Mingyu doing the same thing.

As if that wasn’t coincidence enough, when your odd trio had entered the resort restaurant, you’d found Joshua and Seungcheol midway through their own meals.

Jeonghan had insisted you all join together, fully intending to meddle with you and your cabin mates. After all, he’d just gotten some sleep, and his mischievous mind was eager to stir the pot.

To his disappointment, the seating arrangements make poking people’s buttons difficult- with Cheol all but ignoring you from his vantage point as far from you as possible.

Despite the less-than-ideal format of your table, Jeonghan still finds a way to draw everyone into the conversation when he states, “so I heard there was a fight over cabin temperature last night.”

This earns Jeonghan a rough kick under the table from Cheol, as well as a harsh look from you.

“Who said that?” you ask.

“Cheol did,” Jeonghan smiles through the pain in his shin, and this time, when Cheol goes to kick him, a quick movement of his leg has him narrowly avoiding his friend’s boot. “This morning, when he came to pick of Joshie for skiing.”

“It wasn’t a fight,” you go to insist, but the harsh glare you send Seungcheol’s way has Jeonghan nearly laughing.

“Definitely not a fight,” Mingyu confirms, and Jeonghan almost feels bad for the way he’s sat between you and Seungcheol. A man caught between two stormy personalities ready for a clash.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Jeonghan says, “we ran out of wood last night, and we didn’t die.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “Well, that’s good to know.”

“Y/n was saying last night,” Mingyu adds, “that she doubted we’d die without wood- hotel regulations and everything-”

“Was Cheol insisting you’d die without a fire?” Joshua’s eyes have widened, and he leans in, elbows on the table next to Jeonghan’s food. “Cheol? Really?”

“He was just being dramatic,” you say, and Jeonghan watches the way his friend’s ears turn red at your statement.

“Says the girl who was going to go out in the storm instead of eating the food I brought for her.” Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest, and a muscle feathers in his jaw. He’s glaring at his plate, and a thick tension blankets the table.

Jeonghan loves it.

But then something happens that he couldn’t possibly predict: your parents enter the restaurant, and before he knows it, you’re hopping up to go say hello to Seulki and your father, leaving the men to deal with the unresolved tension.

“Are you trying to start something?” Seungcheol whispers angrily as soon as you’re out of earshot, his angry gaze fixed on Jeonghan.

“Who, me?” Jeonghan touches his chest, pretending to be the most innocent person in the room. “I was just looking for conversation. Besides, we’re the one’s who forgot firewood last night, it’s quite embarrassing for us.”

“You don’t look embarrassed,” Seungcheol notes, sitting back in his chair.

“He has no shame,” Mingyu adds, nodding sympathetically.

“You’re right, I don’t,” Jeonghan’s grin widens, and he looks over Seungcheol’s shoulder to see you leaving the restaurant. “Now that it’s just us, I suppose I should be a good big brother and figure out which one of you intends to fuck my new step-sister.”

Mingyu had been taking a sip of his drink, and now he’s choking, which only adds to Jeonghan’s delight.

“Jeonghan,” Joshua’s harsh warning bounces off the elder brother, whose smile is becoming something akin to the Cheshire Cat’s.

“Neither of us are going for your stupid step-sister,” Seungcheol growls, thumping Mingyu on the back to aid with the water caught in his lungs.

“Oh, so you’re both in denial?” Jeonghan’s eyes widen. “I’d thought at least Mingyu would fess up.”

“Fess up to what?” Mingyu says between coughs. “I’m just being nice to her!”

Jeonghan nods. “Sure you are.”

“Why do you all think I want to fuck your stepsister?!” Mingyu whisper screams at his friends, doing a quick look around the restaurant before adding, “you guys are all horrible.”

“Cheol’s been bugging you about this too, huh?” It’s one of the first things Joshua’s really said, and Jeonghan realizes his brother is right.

“Bet he had a lot to say about the way you danced with our sister at the wedding.”

“Were you all watching that?!” Mingyu’s eyes have widened.

“It was quite the spectacle,” Jeonghan plays with his glass of water. “Cheol was jealous.”

“What!?” This time, when Seungcheol misses Jeonghan’s shin with his foot, the whole table shakes from impact along the underside of it. “Was not! I didn’t even dance with her- how could I be jealous when I never even danced with your stupid sister-”

“Stop calling her stupid,” Joshua’s harsh tone is a surprise to everyone, and the table goes quiet. “Just because you’re in denial about everything doesn’t mean you get to call our new sister stupid.”

“Someone’s taking their older brother role a little seriously-” Seungcheol lets out a whistle.

“Deflect all you want,” Joshua sighs, “Change the topic and make fun of me, but at the end of the day, you’re only making things harder on yourself… both of you.”

For a moment, both Seungcheol and Mingyu are put on the spot, then Seungcheol insists, “We’re not doing anything.”

“And denial is a river in Egypt,” Joshua sighs, shocking the whole table with a pop culture quote- something that’s very unlike him. “Cheol, you’re done eating, let’s leave these two and get a few more runs in before the storm makes skiing impossible.”

15: Monday - evening

Sitting on the floor with your roommates, roasting marshmallows on the fire while the storm rages outside, you find yourself noticing all the small details about them both.

It’s the first night that you’ve actually allowed yourself to take a breath and relax, accepting that, with the extreme weather, there is really nothing else that can be done except to work on enjoying your company.

Mingyu is easy, as you’ve grown accustomed to having him around. You’ve gotten used to his large form, the clumsiness and easy smiles.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, is something you’re newly exploring, sneaking glances at his side profile whenever you think he’s fully distracted in his marshmallow making.

Unlike Mingyu, who thrusts his treat into the fire and watches it burn, Seungcheol is meticulous about his food, preferring a spot where his marshmallow can slowly turn golden near the embers.

He’s got a pretty side profile, and there’s a stubborn set to his jaw when he focuses, eyes fixed on flames that light his face in pretty hues.

His nose is also quite striking, and along with his strong brow, his face is altogether quite attractive, something you’ve been fighting yourself on since the moment you entered the cabin and he’d been cold to you.

There’s something about the duality of him that has your heart racing whenever he’s around.

You’re never sure which Cheol you’re going to get.

You’ve had glimpses of his softer side, especially on your first day when he’d carried you to bed and then left you a map- then there’d been the way he brought you your dress shoes after you’d forgotten to pack them and trekked to the hotel in snow boots on the day of the wedding-

It seems as if Seungcheol is the kind of man who likes to do nice things for you when you’re not watching, but after your small altercation last night, wherein you’d realized he’s also been doing fire duty, you’ve made more of an attempt to notice small things.

Small things like the way he takes the perfect golden marshmallow out of the fire, places it between two chocolate graham crackers, and hands it to you without a word, giving you the best s’more of the night.

He balances his kindness to you by offering Mingyu the s’more after, and you think he must be doing it as if to say ‘you’re not special, I’ll share with everyone’ but you can’t help but think there might be more to it.

To your surprise, Mingyu is the first of the three of you to get sleepy, and after a quick washup in the bathroom, he’s collapsing onto the couch and falling asleep.

For the first time since arriving at the cabin, you find yourself truly alone with Seungcheol, no big, human buffer to keep you both in line.

The silence is thick. Even so, in the quiet, Seungcheol gives you wide birth to go wash your face and brush your teeth while he cleans up the few items from your s’mores.

There’s hardly anything to be said, and the two of you find yourselves getting into your own beds in no time at all.

“Turning off the light,” Seungcheol tells you, hand reaching for the lamp chord.

He pauses, waiting for your curt “okay” before following through with his statement of intent, and the room is captured in darkness.

The wind howls outside, drowning out any sounds of your roommates breathing, and for a little while, you can almost pretend you’re alone.

Almost.

In the dark, your mind begins to have all sorts of thoughts, and you surprise yourself when words slip out of you; “I’m sorry for calling you dramatic today.”

The air feels thick and heavy, a few beats of silence passing that almost convince you Seungcheol’s asleep, but then, he responds. “I’m sorry for referring to our disagreement last night as ‘a fight’ when I talked to Jeonghan this morning.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly.

For a short while, you think nothing else is going to be said, but then; “Goodnight y/n.”

You take a breath, wrapping yourself tighter in your blankets. “Goodnight, Cheol.”

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Parallel Hearts - Chapter 6

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Genre: for all chapters- Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: idol Jeon Jungkook x fem reader, idol Kim Mingyu x fem reader, idol Y x fem reader

Warning: for all chapters- Kissing/Nudity/Sex scene/Pet names/Angst/Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

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Unknown number: So it’s true that you and Mingyu are together?

That’s the first thing you saw on your phone when you woke up on a Wednesday morning. Yeah, you thought it might be Jungkook, because you saw him recently and Hana didn’t keep her mouth shut. But huh, the audacity of this man to question you about your current romantic life. You were enraged so you thought to give a simple reply and block this number too.

Y/N: None of your business.

But then a text from another unknown number came.

Unknown number: He’s not the guy you think he is. Sooner or later you’ll find out. And stop blocking me, I just want to talk. Please!

Block again. That’s what you do, easier to keep your mind on the important things, and you hate confrontation. And honestly, this confrontation would be useless. Arriving at the office, you text Hana to meet you in the cafeteria for coffee and gossip.

Hana: How is my lovely wifeu this morning?

Y/N: Could be better.

Hana: Oh. What is it?

Y/N: Jungkook keeps trying to talk to me and I block all his numbers. Aaand, he said some shit about Gyu, not being the man I think he is.

Hana: Wow, that dude is jealous and would say anything. But wait a minute, isn’t he out of the army by now? It’s been a year and a half since he left, maybe more.

Y/N: Oh shit, you’re right.

Hana: Oh, oh. You think he will try to do shady stuff to ruin your relationship now that he’s back?

Y/N: I mean… I don’t know him like that, but one could never know.

You stare at each other and keep on nodding your heads, while sipping coffee and hot cocoa milk. You hope he won’t interfere, because you’re finally in a good place. Work is awesome, you just got a raise, you have a solid relationship, great friends and you’re healthy. There’s nothing more to wish for. Except maybe more time with your bf.

Seventeen has gotten so famous lately that Mingyu barely gets free days. And you see that he’s feeling bad for not giving you more attention, but he’s doing all he can. And you would rather breakup with him than see his career go to shit.

More and more gossip is coming out about all the members, and like usual, you try not to give it any importance. Especially now, when they are finishing filming In the soop and they’ll get a couple of free days. Mingyu planed a trip, just the both of you, but he didn’t say where, he wants to be a surprise.

So tomorrow morning you will both take the same plane to somewhere, but sit in different seats. Don’t want to give reasons for gossip.

When you get to the gate, it’s then when you find out the destination. He couldn’t have made a better choice, you always wanted to go to Tuscany. You communicated via text, avoided being seen talking face to face. You couldn’t wait to get there and feel at least a little freedom and act like a normal couple.

You’re finally in Italy. You keep your masks on, just to be sure, but walk together now. He rented a car to take you to your little town where you’ll have a house just for the two of you.

The place looks dreamy and you feel like tearing up. The house sits on a hill, you have a spectacular view. The wine yards are beautiful and there’s so much peace. The only person who will come daily to the house will be the person in charge with grocery shopping and cooking.

You could both cook, but you just want to relax these 3 days. It’s perfect, because the cook will come only in the morning, cook meals for the whole day, then leave after a few hours. You get to be alone the rest of the day.

As the Sun starts to come down from the sky and hide after the hills, you both lay on a lounge chair and enjoy the view. He has an arm over your shoulder, your head resting on his chest. His other hand is in your hair, playing with it.

Mingyu: You didn’t tell me Jungkook was trying to talk to you, or that you met him in a bar.

Y/N: Oh. He’s nothing in my life, so not something worth to mention. I didn’t hide it from you with bad intentions, just don’t wanna hear or talk about him ever again.

Mingyu: Ok, fair enough. But he wanted to see me, so we met. Afterall, we have been friends for years and I thought the least I could do for the sake of our friendship, was to listed to what he has to say.

Y/N: Still, I’d rather not talk about him.

Mingyu: But shouldn’t you feel the other way? Like…if you’re over him, talking about what happened should not bother you anymore.

You sit and look at him and you don’t understand where this is coming from.

Y/N: You must understand that we are different people, and we react differently, right? What’s ok for you, might not be ok for me. This is just may way of leaving the past behind. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I know that I don’t wanna see him again.

Mingyu: What if you meet him someplace by accident, like you already have?

Y/N: I’ll ignore, I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.

Mingyu: He told me he’ll fight for you.

At that, your face shifted from normal to disgusted.

Y/N: Huh????? See? This is why I avoid it, I don’t want to hear shit like this. I don’t fucking care what he wants or thinks. He has ZERO chances with me. The fucking audacity!!

With each sentence, you were getting more and more worked up, angrier and louder. Mingyu never seen you like this, he was used to you being calm and relaxed. Never angry, though there are a lot of things that irritate you, but you always try to keep your composure.

Mingyu: Babe, you’re getting angry, it’s the last thing I want. I understand how you feel and why you feel like this, so I will agree with you and drop the subject Jungkook. You’re right, he’s not worth it. And I have so much trust in us that he can’t do shit. Now come give me a kiss.

And he pulls you but your hands and you land on top of him, with your lips on his. He feels so warm and nice that you give in. Oh, how fast can this man make you forget what you were talking about. He’s absolutely insane for this.

Mingyu: This is all you’re getting, though. We need to be decent while we’re outside.

Y/N: Oh really? So you’re playing hard to get, mister Kim?

He nodded and kissed you again. He sure knew how to tease you and push your buttons. So you ran your hand over his chest, going down over his abs, down on his cock that was rock hard. You started to massage over his length, over his pants and made him moan into your mouth.

Mingyu: Don’t do that, baby! Someone might see us.

Y/N: There is literally no way someone could see. And we’re not fucking right now, I’m just touching you.

You know he loves when you take control, it makes him putty in your hands. You continue rubbing his length over his pants slowly, while kissing sensually. His breathing started to become faster, his chest moving up and down with more intensity. Moans and whimpers were like music to your ears and you wanted to hear more.

Mingyu: Ahh, baby, feels so good. But if you don’t stop soon, I’ll cum.

Y/N: Oh? My little boy will cum in his pants? How messy.

His eyes rolled up and made his hips move along with your hand, trying to get more friction. He was a moaning mess.

Y/N: You probably already made a mess in your pants, leaking precum everywhere. And now you’ll make an even bigger mess.

You started to move your lips to his jaw, then to his neck, licking slowly. Then you reached his ear and started to whisper filthy words.

Mingyu: P-please! I want to fuck you, not cum like this. Please, baby! Let me fuck you.

But you kept on rubbing him, faster now, and ignored what he had to say.

Y/N: Bad boys like you don’t deserve to cum inside a pussy. You deserve to cum inside your pants.

Mingyu: No, no no! I was good. I am good.

Y/N: How? Mentioning that bitch, Jungkook? You think I wanted to hear his name on our trip?

And you put more pressure over his clothed cock. He was going crazy.

Mingyu: Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I need to fuck you, I need to cum.

Y/N: You’re so needy and pathetic, begging me to let you fuck me.

You felt his cock twitch at those words. He was just melting in your hands now, he felt his orgasm coming fast like an avalanche.

Y/N: Are you really going to cum in your pants, like a useless bitch?

He was shaking his head so fast, he couldn’t make out words.

Y/N: Pathetic.

And he came hard, making a big mess in his pants. You could see the wet spot. He was still panting pretty heavy, so you caressed his pretty face and told him he did really good.

Mingyu: You’re completely crazy and I love you. Never change.

As he gets up and walks inside the house to take a shower, he says: But you will be the one begging tonight.

Your eyes went big and round. You hoped he will fuck you so good that you’ll beg and you were sure your panties were soaked, hearing him say that.

The rest of the trip was really peaceful. You went into town just once, to take some pictures. Time went by pretty fast, obviously. Of course it will go fast when you’re with someone you love and you’re having a good time.

When you arrived to Seoul it was just different. Something felt off. There were ridiculously many fans waiting for Mingyu at the airport, and much more paparazzi. You decided to go before him and he would come out 15 minutes later.

You didn’t know how he could manage all this frenzy of people, flashes, noise. He’s a hero in your eyes. You called a taxi and went straight home.

Right before he would go out to meet the crowd of people waiting for him, he turned his phone on. There were probably hundreds of messages and emails. From the members, friends, family, managers, staff and media people who were trying to find out the truth.

Seventeen group chat

Jeonghan: Oh no, no. Mingyu, you’re in trouble

Seungcheol: Why the hell did you go out without your mask, you stupid tree?

Seokmin: Guys, I think he’s on the plane right now

Wonwoo: Yeah, he is. And I think he has no idea what’s going on

Hoshi: Wait, what?

Thing is that pictures of you two were all around the internet. You were still wearing your mask, so nobody knew who you were, but Mingyu took his mask off a couple of times to taste wine at different shops. And someone recognized him and took pictures.

When you turned your phone on while in the taxi, your heart dropped to your feet. You called Hana right away.

Y/N: Haaanaaa! Did you see?

Hana: Hell, yes! The whole world saw the pictures. But don’t worry, your face doesn’t show and I didn’t see any photos of you two holding hands or stuff like that. His company will come up with something, I’m sure.

Y/N: You’re just saying that to make me feel better. This is not ok, this is a shitshow. I mean, they have proof, actual proof, not like in Joshua’s case when they had nothing. Damn, they will mob him when he’s going to face that crowd. It was so crazy, you should have seen.

Mingyu was close to shit his pants at the realization. He called Wonwoo, because he felt like his brain would eplode if he didn’t hear his best friend right now, so he sat on a chair to calm down and pressed call.

Wonwoo: My god, Gyu! Where are you?

Mingyu: I just landed and I am sitting for a while before going out. I can’t believe this is happening.

Wonwoo: We can’t do anything about that now, first thing we need is get you out of there safely. The company sent more security, because it seems the situation got out of hands. There are hundreds of people there waiting, Mingyu.

Mingyu: I’m fucked.

Wonwoo: Did you see the photos?

Mingyu: Noo, I am so scared to look.

Wonwoo: Then don’t look. We have two advantages though.

Mingyu: In this situation? I can’t imagine what they could be, really.

Wonwoo: So there is no picture with Y/N’s face, she was wearing a mask and a cap. Nobody could guess if she’s Korean or a foreigner. And there was nothing physical between you two captured, so that’s a good thing.

Mingyu: How do we know they don’t have more photos, more incriminating?

Wonwoo: We can just hope they don’t. Let me call our manager. Don’t go out until I tell you it’s ok to go, ok?

Mingyu: Got it. Thanks, Wonu, I love you!

You were texting Mingyu, trying to make sure he was ok, but he was not replying. You thought he had enough on his plate and you will wait for him to call you when he can. Being inside the safety of your apartment felt good, almost like dropping a heavy weight off your shoulders. But couldn’t stop worrying about him. This will have consequences on his career and it made you cry in frustration.

There was nothing you could do now, just wait for a sign from him, and hopefully he will come with a solution. Videos from the airport where he indeed got mobbed were spreading like fire. It made you angry and useless.

Come on, Mingyu, call me, text me back, anything! Just when things were perfect, this shit had to happen. I fucking hate people.

He called, close to midnight, just for 5 minutes, to tell you he was ok and that they had a meeting with the managers to find a solution to this. He told you not to worry, because the company will fix it. The call made you feel a little better. You just hoped it will not impact his career.

As you were trying to fall asleep, your phone was buzzing. Too sleepy and worried after the day you just had, you didn’t think to check on the caller id so you answered.

Y/N: Yes. Mingyu?

There was silence for a few moments.

Y/N: Baby!

Then, a laughter and a voice.

Unknown number: Baby? That’s how you call him? But you used to call me that too. I’m a little jealous now.

Y/N: Jungkook? Wtf

Jungkook: That’s right.

Y/N: Just fucking leave me alone, don’t contact me anymore. Are you fucking dumb?

Jungkook: What’s the matter, you didn’t like my welcoming surprise?

Y/N: Huh?

Jungkook: You’re famous now, you’re in papers, on Twitter, Instagram, Dispatch.

Without responding to that, you hang up and blocked this number too. It was too much, after that shit of a day. You were too tired to even think, so you went back to sleep, telling yourself that you will talk about this tomorrow with Hana.

Next day you couldn’t wait to tell you friend what Jungkook told you on the phone. Rushing into her office, you grabbed her hand and took her to the laundry room to have privacy.

Y/N: I think fucking Jungkook is involved in this whole photos and revealing shit.

Hana: How do you know?

Y/N: He called last night and I was to sleepy to realize and answered. He asked if I liked his welcoming surprise and that now I am famous on the internet.

Hana: Shit. This is getting wilder and wilder. I don’t even know if I should talk to Jaehyun or Eunwoo about this, they are still friends with the jerk.

Y/N: No, don’t tell them anything. We can’t trust them right now.

After a few days, Hybe released a statement, saying you were a local guide, just helping Mingyu around town. Some bought it, some didn’t, but till there was nothing more they could do. There was no other proof about your identity or your relationship

Things pretty much dialed down in the last weeks, you two just needed to be extra careful now, even when he came to your place. He still didn’t know about Jungkook’s implication in all this and you feared that he will put people to survey your complex building and catch Mingyu. While you were pondering over what was the bet way to go, your bf called.

Y/N: Hey, Mingoo!

Mingyu: Hey, princess! I’m going to be quick, just wanted to let you know about Jeonghan’s surprise birthday party. You’re invited.

Y/N: Aww, how sweet. I miss Hani.

Mingyu: Whoa whoa, what?

Y/N: He’s so sweet.

Mingyu: Am I now sweet? Are you going to leave me for Jeonghan?

Y/N: You’re the sweetest. And I’m not leaving you for him, unless he proposes to me.

It was always fun teasing your bf like this, he never got upset and never took your jokes seriously, because he knew you were just teasing. He was used to it from his members.

Now, Mingyu’s only worry was to keep you and Hoshi away from each other. He wanted to avoid a conversation between you two that might lead to confrontation, and he knew Hoshi had no idea you were a couple and that he just knew you were hurting his younger friend and using him. Also, Mingyu knew you hate confrontations and that in the tiniest case that you get angry, it’s going to be the end of the tiger. You looked like an angel, but you could become a demon if provoked.

Too bad you couldn’t bring Hana to the party. But after a few minutes at the venue, your worries dissipated after Mingyu Left Jun in charge with you. You know, keep you company until he gets back soon. He sad he had something to do.

You liked Jun a lot, you had similar personalities. That’s why you clicked right away when you first met. You thought of him as your big brother. Every time you’d meet Jun, he’s ask you about your travels. He was very interested in that topic, as he always found traveling all over the world fascinating. You haven’t been to that many places, but there were enough countries and enough stories to keep the conversation alive. And you would ask him about his life as an idol.

As Mingyu was taking the elevator to go at the ground floor, he received a text: Meet me in the parking lot in the back. He got there and spotted the car he was supposed to get into.

Mingyu: Be quick, it’s Jeonghan’s birthday party.

Jungkook: I want you to breakup with Y/N.

Mingyu started laughing at that insanity.

Mingyu: Yeah, sure, whatever, Jungkook. I’m going back now.

Jungkook: I have more photos of you two. With her face in them too. With you two being lovey dovey. If you don’t breakup, I’ll post them everywhere. I mean it.

Mingyu: Jungkook, I don’t know why you’re taking me as a fool right now. It’s not like you don’t know me. I’m not afraid of your little schemes. I’m sure the company won’t be very pleased by your threats if they found out. You, trying to mess with their business? I’m their number one idol at the moment, I bring them the most money. Now I suggest you think before opening your mouth again. Have a good evening and try to get a life. You lost her, get over it.

And like that, Mingyu got off the car to go and find you. His heart was beating crazy fast in his chest, he could hear it. When he got his eyes on you, he saw you smiling with Jun and Vernon and a drunk Hoshi who bumped into you. Mingyu was walking slowly to your direction and it took 3 seconds for him to stop in shock from the scene in front of him.

Hoshi just threw his whole glass all over your dress. Not from bumping into you, not by accident. No no. he did it intentionally, while standing still in front of you, looking into your eyes. He even told you: You’re a bitch for using Mingyu.

You didn’t need time to process what happened, it was like you knew before he raised his glass to pour his drink on your clothes. You knew he will do that and you were already thinking about 100 ways of how to kill him.

You went straight to the weak spot. His balls. Oh yeah. You didn’t hit hard, didn’t need too. Men are weak. One little hit and they’re on the floor. And indeed, he fell, trying to keep his screams quiet.

Jun and Vernon immediately checked on you, offered napkins so you can clean your dress. But you were too busy standing over Hoshi, watching him cupping his balls, on his knees.

Y/N: Well look at you now, on your knees for me.

Hoshi: Why did you do that?

Y/N: You want more? Huh?

Mingyu came and got you by your waist before you could commit murder. It made him smirk a little, seeing you so brave. At that moment, he knew he had to do something to fix this Hoshi situation, but he didn’t know what.

Mingyu lifted you bridal style, to take you to the restroom and help you clean your dress. As you were being carried away, you gave Hoshi a mean look that could cut skin, and gestured him that you’have your eyes on him. He was actually afraid of you now. Dino was on the ground, net to Hoshi, laughing his ass off, while making sure his friend’s balls were still intact.

In the restroom, you tried in vain to make your dress look presentable, but it was all in vain. Then Mingyu remembered you were in the Hybe building and they had outfits and clothes there, from the girl bands.

Mingyu: Let’s go find you something in the changing room downstairs.

Y/N: Oh, thank god.

Mingyu: You think maybe you were too rough with the poor guy?

Y/N: At least, now he knows not to push my buttons. I mean, what’s his deal? He’s always been rude to me.

Jun helped Hoshi get up, asking why he threw his drink on you, and Hoshi simply said: Aren’t you guys tired of her using Mingyu?

Jun: Using Mingyu? How is she using him?

Hoshi: She’s friendzoned him for years, using him to make her e jealous.

Jun: My god, how drunk are you? How many fingers am I holding up?

Hoshi: Haha, very funny. Your middle finger. Are you flipping me off now?

Jun: Ok, so not that drunk. But where did you get that crazy idea?

Hoshi: Mingyu?

Jun: Were you drunk when he told you? Because they have been a couple for more than a year.

Hoshi: No, they haven’t.

Jun: Yeah, they have, everybody here knows that. Ask anyone.

Hoshi pouts and looks at Dino, who is next to him.

Hoshi: Dino, is Jun lying?

Dino: No. How didn’t you know this?

Then Hoshi goes to find Wonwoo. He fells he can trust him, he’s honest and dependable, plus, he’s roomies with Mingyu.

Hoshi: Wonu!! Tell me.

Wonwoo: What?

Hoshi: Are Mingyu and Y/N a couple?

Wonwoo looks at him confused, trying to figure out what’s his deal.

Wonwoo: Have you not been on the same planet as us in the last year?

Hoshi: Come on, you’re the only one I can trust to tell me the truth. Mingyu told me they are just friends and that he’s been chasing her but she’s rejecting him.

Wonwoo: Hoshi, I have no idea how much you’ve been drinking, but you should maybe stop, it’s affecting your brain. They have been together since last year.

Now, in Hoshi’s mind there are millions of thought flying like math equations he can’t resolve. He feels stupid and left out. He can’t understand why Mingyu would lie to him and how come he’s been so oblivious to the situation.

He needed to find a place to lie down and collect his thought. He grabbed some water and went down the stairs one floor. He knew there was a couch near the dressing room. He would lay on it and reflect.

As he laid on the couch, he could hear a conversation in the dressing room. He realized it was you and Mingyu. And he realized that you were crying. He felt like shit. It was his fault.

Y/N: Gyu, what if he’ll really post those photos?

Mingyu: We don’t even know if he has any. And I just know he won’t, even if he had them.

Y/N: I can’t believe he’s capable of doing this. After all this time, he is still hung up on this. Wasn’t enough for him to just leave me hanging like that, without a word, when he left to the army? Now he wants to ruin both of our lives.

Mingyu: He’s just jealous you’re with me now. But I think he’ll come out of it soon, I’ll make sure to have Eunwoo and Jaehyun talk to him. He needs to stop.

Y/N: I don’t wanna be with him, Gyu. I want you.

Hoshi realizes it’s not about him, and that you’re not crying because of him. This makes him feel better. But what he’s hearing it’s news to him. He thought you were the one who left Jungkook, and after that, you used Mingyu to make Jungkook’s life shitty. He has no idea what to think anymore. Then he gets up and walks in the room.

Hoshi: So you two are together.

Y/N: Oh, not this guy now.

Hoshi: Y/N, I apologize, I think I went too far?

Mingyu: You think? What the hell, man. Throwing your drink at her.

Hoshi: You mean at your gf.

Y/N: I don’t have energy for this, I wanna go home.

As you get up to leave, Hoshi grips your hand and looks at you with a pleading look in his eyes.

Hoshi: Y/N, I’m really sorry, it was all a misunderstanding.

You shake your hand off his and continue walking to the elevator. Mingyu follows you.

Hoshi: Mingyu, we need to talk.

Mingyu: Tomorrow. Tell the others I went home because I didn’t feel well, please.

That night, you both took a shower and went to bed at your apartment. You felt tired. Not your body, but your mind. At least you fell asleep feeling safe in Mingyu’s arms. Somehow, he is always there for you and he always knows what to do and what to say. He always reassures you.

Waking up in your boyfriend’s arms was the best way to start your day. But today, a headache was bothering you so you kind of wanted to be alone and not bothered. He stayed to make you breakfast and make sure you eat and drink some tea to calm down your pain, then he left to work. They have a lot to prepare for the launch of their new album.

Checking your phone that was on silent since last night when you went to bed, you see a new text from a new number: Hey Y/N everything ok? I haven’t seen you after you went to the restroom last night, I got worried.

It didn’t say who it was, but you could only think it was either Jun or Vernon? They were the two whom you spent a decent amount of time, talking. So you text back: I’m fine, thanks for asking. Nothing major. But who is this?

The reply came pretty fast: Your bestie, Jun. already forgot about me?

Y/N: Awww, Junhui, so happy it’s you.

Jun: Sorry about Hoshi, we talked after you left and it seems it was a big misunderstanding. He felt like shit. Did you leave because of him?

Y/N: Oh…yes and no. There were other reasons, but it’s something personal and complicated.

Jun: Well just know that if you wanna talk about it, I am here. I consider you a friend. You always treated me so good and you’re really an awesome person

Y/N: You trying to make me cry?

Jun: It’s ok to cry, though. Let it out if it happens. Anyway, we are at the company, we need to start dance rehearsal so I’ll let you go. But seriously, I am here if you need anything. I’ll give Mingyu a hug for you

Y/N: You’re the best! Don’t get hurt, ok?

Knowing the next few weeks you will barely get to see your bf, you mentally prepared for it. Also, you and Jun got closer as friends, texting everyday and even facetiming. Turns out he doesn’t have many friends over here, just like you. Plus, you both have your families in other countries, so it helped to understand each other better.

One day you talked to Hana to go for a hike next weekend and the night before you mentioned that to Jun. he got so excited and asked if you needed one more person, because he loves that type of activity.

Y/N: Of course you can come. I would of asked you, but I know you’re busy these days.

Jun: Yeah, I am, but tomorrow I have some time actually. I just have to be at the studio after 6 PM. Mingyu’s not coming?

Y/N: No, he has a shoot in the morning.

Jun: Too bad. Can I bring Hoshi?

Y/N: Fuck nooo!!

Jun: Joke joke.

You think you should let Mingyu know the new dynamics of your little hiking trip, so you send a text late at night that your new bestie, Jun will come with.

Mingyu: Ok, babe. But take care of him, he’s a big baby. And wear masks, make sure you’re all safe.

Next day, the sky is such a pretty light blue, no cloud in sight. The hike is slow but pleasant and you’re happy to see that Hana and Jun are getting along just great. As you are getting closer to the top, you think it would be a good idea to find a nice spot where you can sit and have a picnic.

Hana: Ok, now let’s dig. Enjoy, everyone!

Y/N: It’s been such a long time since I’ve been out like this. I love it.

Jun: Who made these sandwiches?

Y/N: I did. They suck?

Jun: Noooo, they’re so delicious.

Y/N: So, Jun. The reason we did this hike today is because of recent stuff that’s been happening in my life. I needed a break from the usual and a pretty spot where I could have some peace and quiet, to think. I guess I should tell you what happened.

And after you tell him everything, his mouth drops. You told him everything, starting from you moving to Seoul, to the night of Jeonghan’s birthday.

Jun: I had no idea Jungkook could be such a dick. I’m sorry this is happening to you, you don’t deserve this.

Y/N: Well, I got myself into this mess, but yeah, he’s still a dick.

Jun: Still, I don’t think he would reveal those photos he claims he has. It would mess up not only with you and Mingyu, but the whole group and the company. This would not put him in a good position at all, trust me.

Hana: Now, she has to be even more careful about her relationship. Who knows what Jungkook is capable of. And the funny thing is that acting this way, it will only push her away, not get her back to him. Idiot.

Jun: Have you tried to talk to him? Maybe get some closure, remain in good terms, even friends?

Y/N: I have not, because I tend to cut people out, after they hurt me. I mean, he did it knowing what he was doing, I am not here to police his actions and scold him every time, he’s an adult. I shouldn’t educate a grown man. He fucked up, goodbye.

After a few more minutes of sitting in silence, looking at the view, it was time to head back home. There is no way you would give Jungkook a chance, even as friends. A chance to what, fuck up again? After he planed that shit in your trip with Mingyu? No way. Plus, you respect your bf and would not become friends with an ex who hurt both of you. This is the only thing you have on your mind and you’re walking back down to your car.

It's the end of October and Seventeen just released their new album. Incredible success hits them, tours all over the world planed for the next year and a lot more. Ugh, does this mean I’ll have to get a job as Mingyu’s shoes to be able to spend time with him?

They attend award show after award show, winning everything and celebrating with the other fellow idols after each event. There was a Friday night when it happened. The beginning of the end. You were looking at Jaehyun’s private account stories, from the after party. In one of the videos, you could clearly see your bf, having another girl’s arms wrapped around his neck, trying to kiss him.

Your heart dropped to your heels, face feeling like fire. You felt you could puke right then. No, this is not happening. He was not trying to push her away. He was smiling and he had flirty eyes. No, you’re not doing this, Kim Mingyu. Not you!

Why wouldn’t he, though? He’s handsome, tall, smart, rich. He has everything. And you’re nobody. Why would he settle for you, when he could have any woman? And with how much little time he had for you lately, no wonder he’s looking for company from others.

You feel so stupid for actually believing you were ever good enough for him. Tears are filling your eyes, rolling down your hot cheeks, as you call Hana. She calms you down before texting Taehyun to ask what’s going on with Mingyu.

Hana: Girl, he’s saying he has no idea where Mingyu is and that he’s definitely not at the event anymore.

Y/N: He left with that girl.

Hana: Now let’s not get crazy. He might be in his hotel room, sleeping.

Y/N: With her.

Hana: Ughh!! Let’s not overreact, ok? We’ll find out what happened.

You tried calling him, but no answer and no text back, the whole night. Clearly, you couldn’t sleep well, as your mind kept making up scenarios. While trying to fill your mind with other things, you hear your phone ringing in the morning. It was him. You answered and didn’t say anything.

Mingyu: Baby? Can you hear me?

Y/N: Yes. What do you want?

Mingyu: What did I do?

Y/N: I think you know better than me.

Mingyu: Wait…you’re really upset with me. Because I didn’t reply last night? I passed out from sleep, I don’t even know when or how I got to my room. I’m sorry!

Y/N: And what about the girl you were flirting last night at the party? You were all over each other.

Mingyu: What? Who?

Y/N: Exactly. Who.

And you send the video of Taehyun’s story. There he is, with her arms holding his waist, his hands on her shoulders, just talking and laughing.

Mingyu: Omg, baby. I don’t remember any of that, I swear. You know that no matter how drunk I get, I can keep myself in check and I can remember everything the next day. But this time is all a blur.

Y/N: Of course you would say that. God, I’m so stupid. You must think I’m so stupid, right?

Mingyu: Nooo! Stop! This is a conversation we need to have in person.

Y/N: Why, you think you can fool me with those puppy eyes? Won’t work, Kim Mingyu.

Mingyu: Please, this is insanity. I can’t believe this is happening. Please, let me see you and explain. Or at least find a way to explain and remember what happened.

Thinking if you should give him a chance to explain, you finally respond with yes. But you’ll need to go see him at his work tomorrow when he arrives back to Seoul. The whole day he’s trying his best to give you attention with texts and selfies and updates of his whereabouts.

He’s doing this because he feels guilty. Because he is guilty. Fuck! He’s trying to get away with it. He hasn’t changed. Maybe he changed for a while, but he’s back to his fuckboy behavior

Next day it’s time to meet with him. Walking the hallways of the Hybe building, you see some familiar faces, but no one you ever talked with. You sit at the cafeteria and wait for him. When he arrives, he stands in the door and signals you to follow him. Of course, you can’t trust to be seen together at this early hour in the day, there’s a lot of staff now.

He takes you to a room that looks like a mini studio, where there are musical instruments and a couch. You both sit and you can tell he’s really nervous. Afraid he might see your swollen and red eyes, you avoid looking at him directly.

Mingyu: You’re not even going to look at me?

Y/N: Say what you have to say, stop wasting even more of my time.

Mingyu: Ouch, that hurt.

Y/N: Good, then we feel the same now.

Trying to take your hands into his, you pull away. You feel disgusted being touched by the same hands that touched another woman.

Mingyu: I swear nothing happened. I don’t know how, but I don’t remember even talking to her.

Y/N: How are you sure nothing happened if you don’t even remember? Come on, Mingyu, don’t take me as a fool.

Mingyu. I…

And he drops his face to the floor, defeated. He doesn’t know what to even say to you in this situation, he feels defeated. He feels like he’s stuck in quicksand and the more he’s trying to talk, the deeper he slips. You move your eyes on him, filled with tears. You’ll be damned if you let them fall. All of the sudden, someone enters the room.

Jungkook: Hey, guys. Couldn’t notice you came in here and I have something to show you.

He takes his phone out and gives it to you so you can shuffle between photos and videos.

Y/N: What the fuck do you even want now? I don’t wanna look in your fucking phone!

Jungkook: It will help with answers to your questions.

Not thinking about it, you take the phone and look at the photos. Swiping trough them, anger starts rising up. And it’s rising and rising. About to explode when you get to a video. In the video, you can clearly see and hear Mingyu and a girl kissing and talking about fucking.

Not wanting to spend another second in that snake nest, you get up and put the phone is Mingyu’s hands.

Y/N: Get fucked! Both of you!

You rush out the door. Walking towards the elevator, you see Hoshi walking in your direction and hear Mingyu calling after you. An idea appears in your head, and as you and Hoshi walk closer and closer, once you reach him, you push him into the wall and kiss him hard, so Mingyu can see.

It worked, because you hear him yell: What the fuck!!

After you finished your mission, you pull away from Hoshi, give him a sexy wink, then you continue walking away. Mingyu comes after you and gets in the elevator.

Mingyu: That was really unnecessary.

Y/N: And you, cheating on me, was?

Mingyu: Something must of happened with me, I don’t remember anything of that. You have to believe me.

Y/N: Yeah, something did happen with you. You tripped and fell into her vagina. Right?

Mingyu: Why did Jungkook have the video, in the first place? I think he’s involved in this.

Y/N: Yeah, involved in like you had a 3some. It’s the only way I see it, because you are no better than him.

You’re so worked up and mad right now, that you turn to him and put your finger in his face, pointing at him and getting closer and closer with each step you take.

Y/N: Listen, you cheating potato! I don’t care anymore. There is nothing you could say or do that would help right now or ever. I don’t want to see you anymore, so don’t you dare call me or text me. It’s over. We’re done. Go and have fun with your bestie Jungkook. Go and continue fucking all the girls in Seoul, go ahead!

The elevator stops at the ground floor, you get out and he stays there, with tears in his eyes. He knows he lost you, knows he was stupid, knows there is no way you will ever listen to what he has to say. As he’s watching you walk away from him, he feels like everything happens in slow motion. Tears start to run down his face now, as the elevator door are closing.

What about you? Well. You’re not surprised that your eyes are now dry. No tears wanting to come out, no sorrow, just anger and disappointment. Seeing the proof with your own eyes, it kind of made you stronger. It gave you closure. Yeah, it was weird Jungkook had the photos, but as far as you’re concerned, they both might be in this together. All this might have been their game, playing with you.

No, I need to stop thinking about them. I’ll be ok, things will be ok.

You know you might cry for a while, be sad. It’s normal after a breakup. Just need to be around friends, keep the mind busy, focus on work and do everything in your power to not engage with those jerks. Maybe even make new friends, wouldn’t hurt. Maybe take a vacation and visit your home town and spend time with your friends and sister. Get away from all this.

Of course you have blocked every number and account where Mingyu could get a hold of you. Still, he has been trying to talk and meet, but you kept your ground. Yeah, you still love him, but it will transform into something else once your brain completely understands that.

Two days after the breakup, Jun calls to check up on you.

Jun: Y/N, what happened? Hoshi told me some crazy story.

Y/N: Umm, me and Mingyu broke up.

Jun: Noooo! Why?

Y/N: Basically, he cheated and I saw the proof, photos, videos and all.

Jun: Jeez!!! I don’t know what to say.

Y/N: You don’t have to say anything, don’t want you to pick sides either. You’re practically family.

Jun: I don’t want to pick sides ether, you’re right, but still, what he did is fucked up. He hasn’t changed, though we all hoped, for his sake. I’m sorry, Y/N. How are you feeling?

Y/N: Not ok, but I’ll survive.

Jun: Damn, I wish I could help, but it’s none of my business.

Y/N: Thanks Jun, I appreciate. I plan to take some vacation, go to my hometown and spend some time there.

Jun: How long will you be there?

Y/N: 2 weeks, more or less. Depends how long will my manager allow.

Jun: Will it make you feel better if I tell you how Mingyu got into trouble today?

Y/N: Actually, yes.

Jun: So it seems that last night he got really drunk and barely slept, and today he came early at work, still drunk. He did so poorly with the dance practice that everyone scolded him. Hoshi went crazy at him, even told him something like “you think you’ll get her back if you’re going to act pathetic?”. And that made me realize something happened with you and him. But I have to say, he looks pretty down, not like himself.

Y/N: That’s not my problem anymore. He made his bed.

Jun: Ok, bestie. I have to get back to rehearsal now. Hope to hear from you soon and try to have fun while you’re on vacation, ok? Send pictures!

While on vacation, you kept in touch with Jun, exchanging fun photos and texting. He didn’t bring up Mingyu anymore, he knew you’d hate it. He also knew you were a mess and hurting a lot inside, even though you were trying to hide it. He made sure to send lots of cute cats videos to make you smile.

Felt good to be back home. You stayed the whole 2 weeks at your sister’s house. You’re her only friend and it breaks your heart that you have to leave her alone again. Well, she has her husband, but he doesn’t really have conversations with her. You’ll make sure that when you go back to Seoul, you will call her more often.

You missed your favorite foods, your favorite places. The city feels different, yet, the smells here are the same. I should cook some of my traditional food for Hana and Jun. Taking walks alone in this city always felt awkward, but now it feels refreshing. It’s like you’re a tourist who’s discovering a new place, trying to let go of a love that broke you in pieces.

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