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emojellyace08 · 8 months

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Hii-! I have come back with a very weird and strange request. Can we have a reader who is perfect in every way. But..the catch is..what if they weren't human?..like maybe like a Angle,demon,succubus/Incubus or a siren?? Idk something not human! How would u think the lookism characters react to it and how would they find out? Also reader is a good fighter!!

Its fine if this request is so weird and you don't want to write it I totally understand!! Please do ignore this Also have a nice day/evening or night♡

♡"Lookism Men x Demon! Female Reader" ♡

A/N: Thx for the request! I'm personally going to enjoy this one bc I really like horror/supernatural kind of genre and I'm going to be inspired by some of my fav manga characters and their abilities but I'll make other ideas for this character/oc? (which is just not really obvious on my media here lol). Genre: not really fluff and lemon ; slight angst (but there are some cute parts though) TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of g*re, bl**d, organs/limbs, mut*lat*on, mentions of social anxiety and depressive episodes, kidnapping, cannibalism, trust issues, toxic relationships at some parts, NOT FOR SENSITIVE AND YOUNG AUDIENCES Another thing, if you're having thoughts like these I suggest that you don't read this. It's okay if you like gore and the horror genre but don't take anything personally! And stay safe and healthy (keep your physical and mental health in check)

Guide: Y/N (Your Name/Self Insert)

Age: (same age with the character of choice)

Sex: Female (feel free to change if you're uncomfortable)

Abilities: body mutilation, regeneration, immortality (slowly getting physically or looking old but you do have a birthday), clone making, weapon making, strategic planning, whatever else you want to add in.

Talents: *self insert*

Weaknesses (I want to give her some flaws): hand to hand combat, weakness of fire/heat, bad luck, (Bonus!: overthinker in calculations, slow memory and naïve at times, poor eyesight, lacks leadership and socializing, easily gets distracted, short tempered)

Is her powers cursed? Nobody knows. Though the only way to break it and to make her finally rest in peace is to learn how to love (cheesy Ik but let me explain later on). Not meaning to be edgy, but she hears voices in her head and she hallucinates of a beautiful (almost perfect) looking girl saying nasty things for her to do. Good thing she can control it at times.

Gun Park/Goo Kim/James Lee (DG)/ Yoojin (Eugene)/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)/ Cheon Taejin/ Charles Choi (Elite)/ Tom Lee/ Baek Hangyul/Jinyoung Park

Oh boi, they seem to be chill and unbothered about your abilities but you know deep down that they're probably planning something about you. You're going to be a great weapon machine. Yoojin, Goo, and Baek might even acknowledge this as a great feat. But you know that behind that smile there's a foul intention hiding.

(Not promoting this behavior!): You seem to have trouble with trusting your peers making socializing hard for you. It may seem to be an easy task for most people but it can be a challenge for you. You may be good with your preferred hobbies but you know deep down that doing simple tasks in your daily life can be troubling. Good thing that he has your back for most times to protect you from harm, even if you're immortal.

This might sound toxic but I think most guys in this list/category will probably use you for their own advantage. Whether it's for strategic planning or in a physical fight he will be willing to train you because he believes that you got so much crazy potential. It's no big deal (no pun intended) for him if you got your arm or leg broken if you even got regenerative abilities (Jinyoung might kidnap and drug you out of "pure" curiosity of what the hell is your body capable of). It's also another interesting thing if you can make your own weapons. At least you can defend yourself from opponent's attacks even when you're losing. But he thinks that your abilities is not enough. You need to train, you need to get stronger since he saw that flaw on you that you depend on weaponry. Expect him to either whoop your ass for a beating everyday or do scientific experiments on you to know if you got more abilities that you are hiding from him and he wants to know your limits. Your endurance, durability, speed, IQ and defense are one of your greatest feats. But you often struggle to take the offense and with your strength, stamina and you need more battle knowledge plus experience. He wants to make you his greatest weapon.

It may be easy for them to just beat you in one punch or kick, but he knows that he may be fighting death. It doesn't mean that he's better at hand and hand combat is that you're not going to bring your guard down. You got your weapons and the only way to evade your attacks is if he is fast enough or if he has insane durability. Despite appearing as a normal being at times, you get easily agitated and stressed. This may trigger your powers and even a single scratch or drop of blood can produce another clone of you own even if it's a really slow process. And you getting pissed off is dangerous, it can cause chaos on your surroundings and you might even unintentionally harm the ones you consider your family. He might consider training your attitude though.

He might even make theories or hypothesis about your abilities. Is it a curse or is it really on your genes? But so far he knows that based on what you said, you never really find or felt love even from your close "friends" or family. He asked why you felt this way but you just don't really know the answer. If you actually get to know each other and have a deep connection he might actually like you, though at times it's just not obvious. He might not be the most affectionate but he promises that he'll try to be more gentle with his approach. You don't know if you could trust that though.

Sinu Han/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin/Gongseob Ji/Doo Lee/Jake Kim (Goo Kim ; a bit he's more chill than the others above)

Another one who's not really disturbed by your abilities or yourself. But he's not going to use you either. He's fine with you being a succubus or a demon as long as you won't hurt anybody intentionally. Though he can't help but to be amazed by it. "Wow! You can really do that? Can you show me a trick of yours or something?" "Do I really look like a dog to you?" He's just going to let you be. You are you and he wants you to live your best life.

GORE WARNING: He's not really demanding you to help him to deal off his enemies but he'll still appreciate your help nonetheless. But he'll still get really worried about you since he deeply cares tbh. He knows that you're not really a pro with hand to hand combat. But your creation ability and regenerative powers is a great advantage. But he doesn't want you to get hurt. Trust me he'll be in a state of shock when you started crying when you broke your arm or when it got cut off. Your limbs may have the ability to grow back, but you can still feel the pain and it may take a while for it to grow another clone of yours. So it's best if you don't make him worried, he can handle this business on his own.

He lowkey gets scared when you have an episode (like for example when Tomie grows another clone of hers when being triggered or mutilated). He wants to help you out as possible to just stop the drama but he doesn't know how to approach you when these events happen. He will try his best to comfort you though after.

He always feels bad that you experience getting mutilated over and over again. As you explained to him, the more you get revived, you slowly lose your humanity and sense of empathy. You often tried your best to mingle with other people but you end up being awkward and coming out as loud and strong to them making most avoid you. This frustrates you a lot as you want to live peacefully but your powers won't just let you be. He will try his best though in including you to social events and daily activities like partying and spending time with his friends and acquaintances so he hopes that you'll enjoy and appreciate his efforts! And if you're in a romantic relationship with him, he'll make you feel that you are worth it and he'll make you feel loved. Who knows the devil inside you might calm down for a while as you enjoy your moments with him.

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Jace Park/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Lineman/Brad Lee/Kwak Jihan & Jibeom/Jiho Park/Yuseong/Duke Pyeon/Xiaoleoung

He was a bit concerned with your abilities, almost not believing you at first if you asked me. Daniel might understand you more than the other guys in this list because of his ability to pass his consciousness with his two bodies at will. For sure you know that he was a bit scared about what you are capable of. Though he tries to be respectful with your feelings as possible since he doesn't want you to feel left out or feel misunderstood. Vasco, Jerry, Lineman, and Zack may ask questions again while you can hear his voice getting shaky mixing with his curiosity. (Cannibalism warning!) "Yo-You're a demon? Do you eat humans?" "I can if I want to make myself more powerful. But in exchange of that, I will completely loose my control over myself. So not necessarily because I don't want to. My diet is composed of what humans eat so you don't have to be scared, though it's understandable if you want to distance yourself from me." "NO NO IT'S OKAY I PROMISE!" "SH! BE QUIET!"

With the other more mature guys in this list, he may ask why you have the ability to make yourself to be stronger with you eating others. "It depends on the person. If I consumed a beautiful teenager around my age, I might be able to resemble like her or get some of her striking attributes like her prettiness. Or if I ate a powerful opponent, my hand to hand combat or creation will get more stronger and deadlier. It can probably enhance my regenerative powers but I wouldn't risk it. It can feed her up at have complete control over my body." "Who's her?" he asked as you pointed something behind his back with the coldest eyes. "Behind you." (ANOTHER THING! If someone is completely concerned or is actually really emotionally close with you they might see what you're seeing. It's a really pretty girl almost resembling like you, but her physical appearance has no flaws. But the one of the main difference between the two of you is that her attitude is, well not really pleasing and good if you asked me. She can't also touch other people but she can control you when you're experiencing uncontrollable negative emotions, hence it's the reason why you switch personalities in times of stressful events).

He'll be in a state of panic when you limbs got cut off again. He might take you to the nearest hospital but you told him that doctors will probably hold an experiment on you if they learned about your regenerative abilities. So the only solution he can make up with is him stitching your limbs together so you wouldn't produce another clone. After some weeks your body is back to normal and there is no hint of scars on your arms and legs. He is relieved that you are feeling better now.

You mentioned of how you never felt satisfied with your daily life despite being talented at the things you do. He may ask the reason why but you couldn't really find the answer. You often see your classmates chatting and having a great time, why couldn't you have that too despite helping them out when they need assistance? Are you not enough? Are you boring or too loud? Are you ugly? You couldn't even know the answer. The only theory he can make up is that your insecurities and hatred against other people can feed up the "demon" in you to be stronger and take over you. And that hallucination of yours is a reflection of your wrath, envy, and greed getting stronger if you loose control because of you looking for your own perfection. So you got to take a hold on yourself and actually start appreciating yourself. He doesn't blame you if you feel insecure about yourself, but you got to start to change and be more open to everybody even to him if you need advice in your life. He'll make you remind that despite having your own flaws, your kindness shouldn't be abused by other people who wants to take advantage of it and he's thankful that you helped him out in his darkest times when others can't or don't want to. And you shouldn't bring yourself down most of the times. But your "friend" is not pleased with this though. She often reminds you that you're just a pawn to be used by other people and how you wouldn't be strong or approachable without her. Often gaslighting you at times since she's scared of getting physically weaker because of your humanity taking over. So you and him have to work hard to make this bitch calm down. He'll give you lots of hugs and kisses and whispering to your ear about how he loves you. It's your guardian angel helping you out as best as possible battling with your worst enemy, the devil in your head and consciousness.

Samuel Seo/Johan Seong/Hudson Ahn/Daniel Park (post-Gun training arc)/Jace Park/Magami Kenta/Kwak Jichang/Taesoo Ma/Mandeok

He's not really surprised or disturbed by this discovery. But that doesn't mean he's not concerned. It might have hurt on your part to be cut off over and over again. And it might not be obvious since he's mostly calm at times but he doesn't like it when he sees you experiencing this phenomenon. It may have been something along with black magic or a curse even if he doesn't really believe in those unrealistic stuff. But so far he believes that what you're experiencing is not scientifically possible.

A little background story: He'll be asking why your devil just wouldn't leave you alone. You explained to him that you didn't knew either as you just woke up with no prominent scars or wounds on your body. You remembered being in a fight with your so called "friends" who have betrayed you and who have taken your life somewhere between the woods when they asked you out for camping. The authorities couldn't lock them up because of lack of evidence against them. Then you just woke up on your house like nothing happened. You were shocked that the year was different from when you died, maybe around 1987. You tried making contact with the people you used to know in your past life but you couldn't get a hold on them. They're probably dead or they may have forgotten about you. You just didn't know. He suggested if you got reincarnated in a new body but it's far from truth. Your body still looked exactly the same like in the past. And it just doesn't make sense if you woke up with a devil whispering to your ear about the nastiest shit ever and you just don't age at all.

He'll also be in a state of shock the moment your body produces another clone or when your limbs got cut off. He doesn't know what to do since you producing a clone that gets stronger can affect your mental health and you're both in the middle of a fight that can harm both of your lives. He will have a hard decision if he should just run away with you or fuck up that bastard's face for getting you hurt.

Like I said, they might not be the most affectionate out of the bunch but some of them are more mentally stable than the others above except for Samuel and Johan but anwaysss. He'll make sure that you eat normally and sleep well. He'll have a chat with you there and then so it wouldn't trigger your negative emotions and keep them in control. And he'll also spend his quality time with you even when he's tired like cuddling with you on the bed and giving your head some pecks.

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woongisi · 8 months

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Masterlist?!

fluff → ❀

smut → ♡

angst → ☆

(indicates a secondary concept)

ex. fic title ♡(☆)

NCT!?

tba

TXT?!

Liquor & Its Consequences // Choi Beomgyu ♡

ZB1!?

Freudian Slips // Kim Taerae ♡(☆)

Gym Buddy // Seok Matthew ♡

Ask // Teaching bsf!Taerae To Kiss ♡

TBZ?!

No Empty Space // Kim Sunwoo x Eric Sohn ♡

ATEEZ?!

Brand New God // Choi Jongho ♡(☆)

Drum Line Dream // Song Mingi ♡

ONEUS?!

tba

BAE173?!

Girl Dad // Lee Hangyul ♡

ENHYPHEN?!

Ask // Kitty Sunoo ❀(♡ if you squint)

More To Be Added?!

#[jo has a masterlist 📝]

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ninitterbox · 11 months

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our main character in the hall of fame is moon hangyul, popularmente conhecido como ares! dizem por ai que é a estrela mais bela de 1998, além de citarem suas semelhanças com choi yeonjun (txt), mas não acho tão parecido assim, quem sabe. sua ocupação? ser uma estrela já não basta? tudo bem, fiquei sabendo que é estudante de artes cênicas, professor de dança infantil e dealer no cassino dos pais adotivos. antes de ir, fique com uma fofoquinha dos bastidores, fiquei sabendo que é pansexual, então é melhor correrem porque duvido que ele fique solteiro por muito tempo.

buscando por f/m ou m/m e o plot pode ser na coreia do sul.

SINOPSE

[ "tw" : morte maternal + drogas] nascido como cha hayoon, o garoto aqui tinha pais incríveis, uma modelo e um diretor de cinema, ou seja, cheirava a dinheiro. a família perfeita, até os seis anos dele, quando a mãe morreu em um acidente e o pai se afundou nas bebidas e nos jogos de azar, perdendo o emprego e lentamente, todo o patrimônio da família. com dívidas, acabou vendendo o próprio filho ao traficante (depois de fazer o menino sofrer até os quinze anos, porque o nenei tava trabalhando pra sobreviver e apanhava do pai se não entregasse todo o salário, que já era pouco). ele teve sorte, a esposa do traficante gostou dele e convenceu o marido para que adotasse o jovem hayoon... nisso, ele deixou todas as raízes para trás e se tornou moon hangyul, o filho adotivo de moon sejun e moon minhee, donos de cassinos e traficantes. sendo bem sincera, ele detesta esse mundo ilegal, mas o que pode fazer quando os pais estão ali, então acaba ajudando no que consegue; com um rostinho bonito e aura bobinha, consegue enganar a polícia e nunca foi pego por ninguém! não é porque o dinheiro é ilegal que ele não aproveita, com o que ganha, pagou seus cursos adicionais (linguagens e dança) e hoje, está cursando artes cênicas para se tornar ator ou diretor - o que vier primeiro é válido -, além de dar aulas de dança para crianças no tempo livre, porque adora estar perto das mesmas, além de ser a desculpa perfeita para justificar como se sustenta - todo mundo acha que ele é órfão, uma mentirinha que inventou. ajuda no cassino dos pais, mas ninguém sabe já que usa uma mascara e um codinome - ares -, é muito família e acredita que a mãe que morreu é sua soulmate.

COTADO PARA ESSES PLOTS

esse personagem era de uma comunidade de soulmates, onde existiam vários tipos e o hangyul acreditava ser do tipo fraternal, onde pais e filhos estão interligados (nada de incesto, era realmente aquela história de em uma vida é mãe e filho, e na outra troca). era um mundo de soulmates que conseguem ver o que a outra faz em alguns momentos do dia, então quero seguir essa risca, vou deixar algumas ideias:

pessoa certinha que se assusta com a realidade de sua soulmate, quer contar pra polícia, mas conforme vai conhecendo o hangyul, acaba se apaixonando e é reciproco, mas ele tem vergonha de aparecer na frente da pessoa já que o que faz é muito ruim. [ era o prompt dele na comunidade ]

uma pessoa que frequenta o cassino dos pais dele, bem o contrário dele, ou seja, riquinho e metido. superficialmente não tem nada em comum, mas podem existir muitas coisas que ligam eles e quando se descobrem soulmates (talvez na vertente da tatuagem/marca que aparece quando encontra a pessoa), acabam notando as semelhanças/gostos em comum. claro que eles não querem aceitar, porque os mundos são diferentes. muito angst, risadas e confusões.

alguém que trabalha no meio ilegal com os pais dele, sempre foram próximos, mas achavam ser amizade, até descobrirem que são soulmates. o problema é, hangyul é o filho do chefe e eles são dois garotos, o que vão pensar? angst, angst, momentos de ciúmes, brigas e tudo que for bom. [ ia ser bom se fosse m/m e na parte das soulmates, talvez uma marca ou aquilo de enxergar colorido ao encontrar a pessoa amada ]

#male.#open.

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suhlut · 4 years

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🍶 heartbreak cafe | hangyul x reader

warnings heartbreak and a tiny bit of swearing

genre angst

pairing lee hangyul x reader

part two.

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there was a forecast of a rain covering over the city that you called home, seoul but you didn’t mind so much especially since the streets were peaceful as you made your usual journey to your job. you worked as a barista at a local cafe, you didn’t mind it much as it was just a part time to get some money going until you start college again in the autumn, for now you were content with serving couples, the regular group of old ladies that would use the cafe as their gossip location, and of course the really handsome group of men that always came in during the morning and then once again in the afternoon, at this point you just assumed they were idols because of how handsome they were and the fact they never removed their face masks when sitting down.

you rushed inside as you noticed the cafe was getting busier than usual, biting your lip as you looked around noticing the decorations, some displayed a name that you read as: lee hangyul. this caused your heart to stop, the name ringing in your head and feeling your eyes begin to water but you refused to let it happen, here, of all places. you bit your lip tightly, before shrugging away the memories that were fighting to ruin your day, your heart raced as you quickly rushed to get your apron but no matter how hard you tried, the memories hit you and you couldn’t help but let them win, as you reminisced.

“i.. can’t be with you.” he spoke so nonchalantly, almost as if the words had no repercussion, like he didn’t care how you’d feel when hearing them. “wh-what?” you choked out, staring up at him, it felt like your heart was being ripped to shreds every time he looked at you, except he wasn’t really taking you in and that frustrated you, “i can’t be with you... you’re too clingy, you’re just.. suffocating. i want to go... do bigger things than just be your boyfriend. you have it all figured out, going to college, all that... but what do i have? just you? that’s pathetic.” you scoffed as you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, pathetic, your eyes glazed over, and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall, “s-so that’s it? you’re just done, because what? i’m too much? i make you feel pathetic?” he just nodded, and you wanted to scream, “i hate you. i hate you.” you hit his chest with all the power you could muster until he slightly pushed you away, you ripped off the necklace he gave you throwing it at him, before quickly getting out of there.

that was a year ago and it still stings your heart to think about, you tried to attend college but it was too much for you, so you dropped out and you struggled to trust anyone, causing trouble with your friends so you ended up moving into the city hoping it would help, signing up for college again but now it feels like you’re being hit with a ghost of your past but you sighed softly, “they’re just pictures.” you whispered before starting your work day.

an hour or so had passed when you heard the bell tingle, smiling slightly to yourself as you took note of the time: 10:00am. ‘on the dot’ you thought to yourself before turning around to see the usual group of five men, they were very tall in comparison to you which meant eye contact was difficult but they were very kind, you walked up to take their order, smiling softly, “hi again! what can i get for you today?” you looked up at one, noticing the tattoos peaking out on his collarbone before returning your gaze back to your book, “hi, we’d like five cups of coffee tea, please.” you nodded as you wrote it down, “is that al-“ you were cut off by the shorter one of the group, “look, they’re having a cup sleeve event for you, gyulie.” your eyes widened as you kept your gaze fixed on the notepad, trying to take in the information that just passed your ears but you could feel them getting hotter, your eyes filling with tears, noticing how one dropped against the notepad you had tightened your grip on hoping that it would help you stay grounded, so you breathed out before returning your gaze to the men, glancing every so often to the one he was speaking to, discovering that he was just staring at you, “is that all?” your voice came out small, mentally cursing yourself out before ripping your gaze away from him, you could feel your heart rushing and knew you had to get away from this situation because you wouldn’t be able to explain why your breathing is picking up in pace, your thoughts were interrupted by one of them who asked for one of the lemon cakes before they went and took their seats near the window, once they were gone, you couldn’t believe what had just happened causing the notepad to drop from your hands feeling yourself start to stumble, you gripped onto the desk in front of you, breathing in and out slowly as you kept your gaze focused on the coffee cake below in the window display, trying your best to ground yourself, you didn’t want to worry the people you worked with nor those you worked for, the customers.

a few minutes had passed before you slowly regained the strength to retrieve your notepad and start on their order as quickly as you could, before taking it over, you promised yourself to sit the tray down and leave but that wasn’t so easy when one of them struck up a conversation with you, “so how long have you worked here?” you looked him up and down, noticing the small tattoos on the side of his wrist before smiling lightly, “just a few months.. here’s your cake.” you placed the cake in front of him, “well, we appreciate your hard work cause you’ve been serving us since we started coming here and you’re always pleasant to us. so thank you.” you smiled softly at him, “that’s really sweet of you, thank you, enjoy your cake.” you bowed, noticing how he didn’t even look in your direction once but his friends were very much interested in everything you said, ‘he doesn’t give a fuck’ you thought trying to push away the fact that the man you shattered your heart is sitting just feet away from you, the man that is the reason you refuse to trust another living soul is sitting right there and can’t even look you in the eye.

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candyshua · 5 years

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Linger {Lee Hangyul x Kim Yohan x Reader} Chapter 1

Navigating high school was expected to be difficult, but it was even more challenging without Mom there to guide you…

After the death of your mother, you move into your aunt’s tiny apartment amid the streets of Seoul. With your father working hard in the military, there was no way he could take care of you. Never in your seventeen years of living would you have expected to meet someone quite like the two boys you met. Their names were Kim Yohan and Lee Hangyul, and those names would soon become ingrained in your brain forever.

All you had wanted to do was survive…You wanted to get through the last year of high school without much trouble.

Yet, that was a faraway fantasy. No matter how much you wanted your past to go away, it would follow you wherever you went.

Warnings: Death, mentions of murder, PTSD, slight bullying

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2205

“I’m going to vomit.” You bluntly stated. Your aunt merely stared at you with empty eyes. You looked up at her with anxiety.

“Sure you are, sweetie.” She responded, flipping through her magazine.

“No, Aunt Minkyung, I’m really going to fucking vomit.” You murmured, and then you rushed to the bathroom and basically hurled your guts out. You heard Aunt Minkyung release a sigh of exhaustion, and then she walked over to you and stroked your back. You puked for about another thirty seconds, until there was nothing else to regurgitate.

After cleaning yourself up, you trod down the seemingly endless flight of stairs from your aunt’s apartment and then walked to school. You didn’t miss the way Aunt Minkyung looked at you--with pitiful eyes.

You were supposed to take the bus, but you were very early today, so you’d have to wait for the bus to arrive. And, since you know yourself quite well, you would somehow find your way back to Aunt Minkyung’s, and there would be no convincing you to go to school.

You appreciated the beauty of Seoul while walking through the streets. You grew up in a small town just outside of Busan, so Seoul was something new and exciting to you. The only time you would go to Seoul was to visit your Aunt Minkyung, and now you were living with her.

You pushed away from the thoughts of the past, not wanting to dwell on something so horrid on your first day of school. You had the opportunity to create a new beginning, nobody in this huge city knew you. You would be fine…

Finally, the large building you were looking for was in your sight. Kids of various ages poured in and out of the building. The moment you walked past the gates, you felt your throat start to close up. Your ears started to ring, and it felt like everybody stopped their conversations and just stopped to stare at you.

You swore you could hear somebody call you a murderer, when in reality nobody paid any attention to you. Not one person even glanced at you.

You felt your hands clam up as you went through the breathing exercises Dr. Yoon taught you. You felt an eerie sense of serenity wash over you, and then you forced yourself to walk into your new school.

After getting everything situated with the front office, you were directed to your new classroom.

You were in Class Four, which apparently was a “wild bunch” (at least according to the secretary). All the other words she spoke to you faded into the background,

You finally found the classroom which was already filled with an abundance of students in it. You took a deep breath and almost opened the door, until that little voice in your head that you had grown to hate spoke up.

Run away and never come back.

You closed your eyes tightly and went through more of the breathing exercises you were taught by Dr. Yoon.

Just go, nobody will ever know.

Inhale once. Count to five. Exhale once. Count to ten.

Before you could make up your mind, a boy with black hair and big brown eyes opened the door, looking at you cluelessly.

“Hello?” He greeted questioningly. You opened your eyes and stared at him straight in the eye. And then you smiled.

“Hi.” You grinned, and then you walked past the confused boy and into the classroom. This time, people did actually stare at you. You continued grinning.

“Ah! Are you Y/L/N Y/N?” The teacher asked you. You nodded and then bowed. Your teacher, Mr. Kang, brought you to the front of the room and asked you to introduce yourself. All you did was nod while falsely smiling.

“Hi,” You began, “I’m Y/L/N Y/N.”

The class stared at you, waiting for you to continue. You inhaled a sharp breath, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m from Busan.” You said, not wanting to tell the whole truth. If you told them the exact small town you were from, people could find out what you were in a heartbeat.

Before anybody could ask you any questions, you sat next to some random boy in the back of the class, with dyed light brown hair.

You tried to ignore the bubble of anxiety in your stomach, but it was there and quite prominent at any given moment. Even after the excitement of having a new student died down, you still felt that indestructible pit of terror.

Soon, your first lesson of the day ended, and the boy you sat next to soon started to talk to you.

“Hi.” He said with a smile. You waved silently with an awkward grin. “I’m Lee Hangyul!”

“I’m Y/L/N Y/N.” You responded, not knowing where this odd endeavor was going to go. Out of sheer instinct, you turned around when he was about to talk to you again, not wanting to engage in any conversation.

You were exhausted, to say the least. You had slept for two hours, and you just weren’t properly functioning. So, when Hangyul tapped your shoulder, you practically jumped out of your skin from the sudden contact.

When you turned to face him, his expression was nothing short of humorous. He looked very entertained, to say the least.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…” He admitted, biting his lip to prevent himself from giggling.

“You can laugh, it’s okay.” You sighed. Hangyul then obliged, letting out a soft chuckle. Before you could turn around again, Hangyul’s friend came over to the two of you.

“Hey, Y/N, right? I’m Yohan.” He greeted, and you shot him a genuine smile. His angelic-like features almost left you speechless. He was tall, slim yet muscular, and quite handsome. You were drawn in from the get-go. You recognized him as the boy you saw before you entered the classroom.

“Hi, Yohan.” You said, not knowing how to continue the conversation. Much to your luck, Yohan was quite the conversationalist. So, he pulled up a seat next to you and the two of you began talking, along with Hangyul. You learned a lot about the two boys, and by the end of the day, it was safe to say that you were interested in Yohan. His kind and gentle aura reeled you in.

Hangyul seemed a little bit odd, but in a friendly kind of way. Since it was the beginning of the school year, you hadn’t missed much. The two boys offered to help you with schoolwork, which made you feel much more comfortable and less anxious.

Overall, it was a rather docile day. You didn’t want to dwell on it, even if your mind kept running back to Yohan and his cute smile. It was a weird feeling, being in the first stage of having a crush. You didn’t know him well enough to say that you genuinely liked him, but you interested enough to want to know more.

The second day of school came sooner than you anticipated. That day, you talked to a boy named Song Hyeongjun, who was a quiet kid in your class. You found yourself enjoying his company. Suddenly, you felt comfortable. You lay on your bed in your aunt’s apartment, recollecting the moments of your day. You didn’t want to jump the gun, but you felt that you could grow accustomed to this school, and the people.

You hoped to God you weren’t wrong.

Time meshed into one big timeline of getting to know Yohan and Hangyul, realizing that you definitely had a crush on Yohan, and trying to get by academically. A month had already passed, making you feel dizzy due to the speed that it crept up on you.

One day while in class, you couldn’t help but overhear some of the popular girls from your class talking about you. They whispered insulting and degrading words, and although you tried your best, you just couldn’t shake them off. You went over the breathing exercises Dr. Yoon taught you, but they just weren’t enough.

Nothing was enough--you weren’t enough. You would never be enough, according to those girls, according to Yohan, and especially according to you. You left the classroom out of the blue, already piquing the class’s interest.

You ran to the girl’s bathroom, refusing to go in since you heard some chatter. All you could do was stand there and go over some fucking breathing exercises, since that was all you knew. Just breathe, goddammit.

Is that all you’ll ever amount to? Some mentally crippled girl who can’t handle a few mean kids talking shit about her? The tears began to fall.

A few years ago--wait, no--even just a year ago, you would stand up for yourself and tell those girls to shut their mouths. But now? After everything that happened, you found yourself broken.

You remembered the words of the townsfolk from your old home, the malicious words that led you to believe you were a murderer.

It felt as if your entire world was shattered. You thought you would never get past this trauma, no matter how much therapy you would undertake. You were destined to be nothing.

Interrupting your internal chaos, Yohan came rushing to you with concern etched onto his features.

“Y/N...Are you okay?” He asked, worry laced into his voice. You sniffled a bit and forced your tears to halt.

“Yeah, Yohan, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” You weakly whispered, your entire body burning with embarrassment. God, why did he have to be so damn nice?

“You can tell me anything, you know,” Yohan began, “even if it’s hard to say. I’m good at listening.”

Your eyes bore into his doe-like ones, and you couldn’t help but admire his beauty amid the dim light of the school hallways. The building itself was new, but it didn’t have modern architecture. It was a charming little place, and Kim Yohan made it even more charming.

“Thank you.” You whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat. Even if you thought he’d leave you the moment he found out the truth, his words were comforting for the time being. So, you let yourself be comforted.

You let yourself fall.

That night, you arrived home at your aunt’s quaint apartment. The moment you walked in, Minkyung pointed to an envelope on the coffee table.

“For you. It’s from your father.”

That made you shiver. You never looked forward to your father’s emotionless and lacking letters, but you read them because you had to. He was your father and your only parent. You opened the white envelope with shaky hands. The moment you saw how long the letter was, you decided to look around the room to get your mind off of it. The apartment had beige walls and an eating kitchen. There was a bedroom at the end of the tiny hallway, along with a bathroom to the right and your room. Random tacky paintings were scattered on the wall, and a television that Aunt Minkyung adored sat on a stand along with some DVDs and random wires. A window was directly left to the TV, which let in a cool breeze.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself from the letter, it was to no avail. Your apprehensive eyes scanned the paper.

Y/N,

How are you? Sorry I haven’t been sending many letters lately, I’ve had so much work lately. Anyway, I’ll cut right to the chase--I sent you your mother’s necklace. I thought you deserved to have it more than me…

Your eyes darted to the shining object. You were seldom surprised, since you thought you had seen it all. Yet, you couldn’t help but soak in the utter shock you felt. You hadn’t noticed its glimmering presence on the coffee table, but now it was all you could see. Aunt Minkyung’s dainty apartment soon faded into the background. Your eyes were glued to the necklace, and you soon felt tears start to well.

Your mother always had this necklace on, it was even on her when she died.

Suddenly, you felt the world close in on you. This was it. It was all too real.

Your mother was actually dead. You had come to this epiphany while staring at the diamond necklace. Whenever you imagined that necklace, it was always around your mother’s neck. Now, it was in your hand, and you couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

It suddenly felt cold. You put the necklace around your neck and tossed the letter, not having the heart to read the rest. You didn’t want to hear about your father’s problems or about how much he loved you. All you wanted to do was bundle yourself up in a couple of blankets and feel warm.

You wondered if your mother was cold. Was death cold? You sure had hoped not. You hoped your mother was in a warm, warm place far away from the depths of the cruel Earth. You hoped your mother found peace.

You fell asleep on the couch that night. The blankets and the dreams about your mother kept you quite warm.

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“𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵?” 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶𝘭’𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

“𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶𝘭? 𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦-” 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘈... 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦?” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, “𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦-” 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, “𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘻𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.

𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 ‘𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’ 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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☁️ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☁️

#hangyul #lee hangyul #x1 #x1net #x1 time stamps #x1 angst #x1 scenarios #x1 imagines #x1 aus #hangyul imagines #hangyul scenarios #hangyul angst #tw:cheating #i just wanted to write something i could cry about ;-; sorry gyul oop #might go start fa now

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lublycho · 4 years

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Is forever a thing? - X1

pairing: none

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.5k

Song rec: Put your head on my shoulder - Paul Anka

From outside the dorm, you could already hear the loud commotion inside. The dolphin-like shrieks of Dohyon, the never ending arguments of Hangyul and Seungyoun, and the rest of the boys talking and laughing like there was no tomorrow.

You took tentative steps inside when you opened the dorm’s door, careful not to disturb any on-going conversation, because there were many.

There was Seungyoun, sitting beside Hangyul and having a light-hearted argument over a bag of chips. Junho sat not too far from them, mumbling incoherently. He was talking to himself again, you almost laughed as your gaze moved past him. There was Dohyon with his face buried in the fridge as he took out leftovers from last night, piling them up on the kitchen table.

There was no way he could eat all that in one go, you thought.

In one of the bedrooms there was Minhee, taking a late afternoon nap, tired after returning from school. Then there was Hyeongjun, trying to wake him up while saying, “Minhee you have been sleeping for 5 hours, wake up now.”

You smiled at the sight.

In another lounge, you found Yohan teaching Dongpyo taekwondo moves, which he claimed only pro taekwondo athletes were supposed to know. Wooseok sat nearby, his eagle eyes making sure none of the two kids got hurt.

Nearby, busy writing down songs in his diary, was Eunsang. Lost in his thoughts, he absentmindedly looked up to find you standing in the doorway. With a smile, he waved at you. You waved back, locking your lips in a smile. He was about to announce your arrival but you put a finger to your mouth, asking him to be quiet for now. Still smiling you retreated into the hallway, feeling as if you were missing someone.

There was one person you hadn’t seen today.

You went through the dorm again, then again, and then again and yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Looking for me?”

You almost jumped as Seungwoo called out from behind you, a teasing smile on his beautiful face.

Annoyed as always, you lied, “N-No.”

You tried to hide the blush on your face as he came forward to stand beside you and draped one hand across your shoulders.

“I’ve met so many people in my life and yet you’re the worst liar amongst them.”

He looked down at you and smiled.

You looked up and smiled back.

“They look beautiful, don’t they?”

You didn’t have to explain for Seungwoo to know who you were talking about. The ten boys in this dorm, lost in their own beautiful dreams, who you had come to love dearly.

Seungwoo hummed in agreement, lightly squeezing your shoulder.

“It almost makes me want time to freeze and make this moment last forever.”

Seungwoo laughed at that. A soft, melodic laugh that swerved in the air, lingering long enough for you to cherish it.

“I told you once, there is no ‘forever’. All things come to an end.”

But did they have to? You thought. Before you could say anything else, Seungwoo picked up the big boxes of pizza he had stashed near the small table in the hallway.

“Kids, the food is here!”

At that small phrase, you heard a ruckus of shrieks and stomps of feet as all the boys started gathering in the lounge at their leader’s call. Seungwoo placed the pizza boxes on the center table. You watched as he retreated from there, letting the other boys fill up their plates first and then proceeding to take one slice of pizza only after he had made sure everyone had their share.

Seungwoo being selfless as always.

“You brought my favorite flavor, hyung!” This was Hyeongjun, his voice stretched out in that cute way.

“And you brought my favorite person,” Seungyoun said, as he stood up and pulled your hands to make you come out of the dark hallway and join their little pizza party.

“Our favorite person,” Yohan retorted, putting emphasis on the word our as you settled down beside him.

He smiled warmly at you, taking your hand and squeezing it under the table. You squeezed back reassuringly.

Before you knew it, Hangyul and Dongpyo had already started bickering about which flavor of pizza you should try first. Amidst their endless quarrel, Minhee silently put a slice of pizza in your plate, his eyes still puffy from the nap he woke up from.

“Eat up,” he said.

And so you did.

But instead of focusing on eating, you focused more on the 11 boys around you; Dohyon, Junho, Minhee, Dongpyo, Eunsang, Hyeongjun, Yohan, Hangyul, Wooseok, Seungyoun and Seungwoo. All of them shining.

And then you recalled Seungwoo’s words.

There is no forever. All things come to an end.

Would there be a day when you won’t be able to see these boys smile anymore? Wouldn’t that just be the end of the world for you? Would you survive such a day on which your boys didn’t smile?

It seemed impossible, perhaps because it was impossible.

“You’re thinking again.” Seungyoun’s voice was a whisper in the beautiful commotion, almost lost over the noise, but you found it before it dissipated.

“How come you guys know so much about me?” You looked at him, as he settled in the seat beside you.

He merely shrugged, “I think we’re tied with the red string of fate. You know, like in the movies?”

But when you looked at him with an unamused face he sheepishly smiled. A minute or two later, he asked, “So, what is it?”

You bit your lips, unable to say what you wanted without an abrupt, unwanted moisture pooling in your eyes.

“Do you think forever is a thing?”

Baffled, Seungyoun recoiled at the sudden question.

“Seungwoo says forever doesn’t exist, do you think that as well?”

You watched something change in Seunyoun’s face. Gone was the casual expression, replaced by something more serene. He was quiet for a moment or two, thinking deeply about your question.

“If you want me to be honest, then I’ll say it: I think forever is different for everyone. For me, forever is this moment, as long as I’m here, as long as I’m happy and smiling and beside people I love, everything lasts forever.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, but Seungyoun caught it with a finger, wiping away the stain it left on your cheek.

“Then what if someone steals this moment from you in the most painful way, and asks you to forget everything and pretend it was never real? To give up all you’ve fought for? All you’ve loved and cherished for so long?”

Seungyoun brushed his fingers across your cheeks. You leaned into his touch.

“Then I fight. And I fight till I bleed, till they take my stupid breath away from my very lungs. I fight for my brothers, and I fight for you. Everything I care about, I fight to get it back.”

“It’s not that easy,” you said.

“When is anything easy?” He smiled, and your heart fluttered in your chest, blooming with possibilities and the will to fight.

Seungyoun pulled your head forward and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, filling you with warmth and love.

He then left you to finish your food, returning to whatever the others were talking about now.

Later that night, when the boys had settled in Wooseok’s room for a little movie night, you and Seungwoo stood in the kitchen, cleaning up after the boys.

“I want to fight.” You said out of nowhere.

Seungwoo looked up from where he stood by the sink, “What was that?”

You turned towards him, abandoning the plates on the table, “Seungyoun said forever can be fought for. That if someone takes away your forever from you, you ought to fight back. You fight back until the end. I want to do the same.”

“Who would want to take away your forever from you?”

You shrugged, “The list is endless. Anyone would want to take it away. We’re living in a beautiful dream, Seungwoo. All while the world lies in chaos. There are people greedy enough to snatch this little dream of ours.”

Seungwoo walked closer to you, until he towered above you and looked down in your dreamy eyes.

“Okay, then. You can fight.”

He enveloped you in a soft embrace, with one hand behind your head, slowly caressing it.

“But not alone, I’ll fight with you.”

You looked up at him, smiling.

“I’ll fight too.”

You turned to see Dongpyo in the doorway.

“Me too,” came the voice of Hangyul, coming up beside Dongpyo followed by Yohan, “You can count on me too, I didn’t learn taekwondo for nothing.”

That made you laugh.

“I’ll fight too!” Hyeongjun exclaimed putting his fist in the air, followed by Minhee, Junho, Eunsang and Wooseok. Then came Dohyon’s muffled voice, his mouth still stuffed with whatever he was eating now.

“And me too. Today, tomorrow and forever.” This was Seungyoun.

You could tell without even looking.

For the first time as you looked around the boys, your boys, you thought: Maybe fighting wouldn’t be too hard after all. The fight would be long, and tiring with lots of ups and downs. You would fall many times, but eleven boys would always be there to pick you up and stitch your wings

You could always count on that.

Like always.

For forever.

You smiled at the thought.

A/n: I will fight for X1. I have that in me, at least. Sending all my love to fellow one its who are in this together, stay strong please. And keep fighting.

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jaelixs · 4 years

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hi there. i currently miss x1 a ton and to cope i’m gonna read a bunch fanfics so could you recommend me some accounts? i feel like the amount of one it writers are very small here ( i can’t wait for you to post more x1 time stamps btw! )

of course i can :) thank you for reading my work love

@lublycho

@thirsty-x1

@s3ungyoun

@seunguwoos

@phroduce101

@flash-one1

@zerot0all

@pyox1

@xxx1s

@chajvnhos

@smileyyohan

@bossyohan

@floral-minho

@leeeunsangs

@yoseminhee

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thirsty-x1 · 5 years

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Prove Me Wrong II | Lee Hangyul

|| Part I ||

Request:

Hi! I love what you write a lot! Idk if is considered as a request, but could you do a part 2 of the Hangyul one shot “prove me wrong”? It was reaaally good and i loved the story😊

Aww I’m so glad you liked it!

↬ Pairing: Hangyul x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Fluff, slight Angst, Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, mentions of violence and abandonment, oral sex, protected sex.

↬ Word Count: 4k

You had been trying to avoid Hangyul after what happened that night in the club. Not like he was really trying to contact you anyway, but the fact that you had to sit right next to him made you feel extremely nervous. What if he told someone about it? What if he wanted to try it again? You had been missing the classes, a little bit of guilt filling you whenever you got behind.

As the last class of the day finished, you rushed, trying to not be seen by anyone but one of your professors spotted you and asked for your help with some paper work. So here you were, organizing files according to the date they were received.

“I’m really sorry for making you stay until this late, y/n. One of the students was supposed to come but hasn’t yet...” Even if she had good intentions, you couldn’t help but to be annoyed. So because some irresponsible asshole didn’t go you had to be there and risk your reputation?

“It’s fine, I’m glad to be able to help–” You were interrupted as the door opened, a figure breathing heavily.

“Sorry for being late, I tried to make it on time but I couldn’t...”

Both you and the guy in front of you went silent the second you made eye contact. It couldn’t possibly be... Your professor talked for half an hour about how nice and helpful was the student, how he would always offer to give a hand, had good grades and such, so definitely it couldn’t be talking about Hangyul.

“Oh, Hangyul! You are finally here. Y/n almost finished with everything, though... Can you help her out? The director called me a few minutes ago but I didn’t want to leave her alone...”

It was bizarre. An extremely bizarre situation. You simply observed as he nodded, the professor leaving you two alone, an uncomfortable silence taking place. He didn’t say anything, just stood next to you and started to categorize the folders quickly. Even if you hadn’t seen him for a few weeks voluntarily, now you felt bad... And decided to start the conversation.

“So, uh... How have you been?” It seemed that the question made the atmosphere somehow become more awkward than before. Five minutes passed and he finally answered you.

“You have been avoiding me on purpose but now you ask how I am doing?” His condescending tone stabbed you a little. “There is no need for you to try and talk, we can just finish this and get out.”

Fail. You couldn’t blame him though, maybe fucking and then not even looking his way was something that affected anyone, including him.

“I’m curious about something...” He sighed before just looking at you, as if giving you pass to ask the question. “Are you really a ‘bad boy’ or not?”

Judging by the way he stared at you with evident confusion in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting that.

“What do you mean?”

“Well... You offered to help with this and no one would do that unless they are actually trying to look good with the staff here.” He simply laughed at your justification.

“What if I was just trying to build a good image so I wouldn’t get into trouble?”

“You ran here, so you obviously care about something else. Even if it’s just a build up, it seemed like you were sincere whilst apologizing.” Hangyul shook his head before going back to ignoring you. “Why do you keep pretending?”

His hands froze as he was saving the last papers. He bit his bottom lip before turning around and walking towards the door, stopping a second just to whisper a soft ‘goodbye’.

You were determined. Hangyul wasn’t as bad as everyone made him look like and you were going to prove that, at least to yourself. The classroom door stood in front of you with an imposing vibe, almost defiant, but you couldn’t care less, opening it and walking straight towards your seat, ignoring your friends and their surprised faces, but not Hangyul’s.

“Hey.” The simple greeting made him squint his eyes before huffing, that being his reply.

The class went by with you not understanding one bit, regretting missing so many of the themes in the program. Your notes were a mess, some sentences weren’t even finished as you tried to catch up with everything at the same time as you tried to process what the professor omitted since he had already talked about it previously. The torture came to an end after two eternal hours, your face pressed against the desk as your headache intensified. A hit was delivered on your neck, and as you turned to see who it was, your heart almost jumped.

“Have this, it’s from the classes you missed. It was pathetic seeing you like that just now.”

Hangyul was lending you his notebook, the pages scribbled with simple yet quite complete notes. You frowned, not remembering a single time where he took them during the classes both of you had shared before.

“I thought you didn’t care about taking notes in class?” He tensed up before rolling his eyes, extending the notebook anxiously.

“Do you want them or not?”

Startled, you nodded, a small smile spreading on your face without permission. He left them in front of you before grabbing his bag and leaving, not even letting you thank him so you hurried to pick up everything and followed him. Hangyul was already quite ahead of you, his pace hurrying more and more, finally slowing down when reaching the entrance of the university.

You softly patted his shoulder and he turned around slowly, looking down on you even if his cheeks were completely blushed. He took his earphones off and faced you after inhaling deeply, as if he were trying to build up patience to endure whatever you were going to say.

“Can you... slow down when walking? No doubt your face is so red...” His eyes opened wide whilst you were trying to not die and catch your breath.

“W-What do you even want now?”

“I just wanted to thank you for lending me your notes.”

“That’s all?” You nodded. “That’s why you ran here?”

“Uh... Yeah?”

“You ran here, so you obviously care about something else.” The mocking tone in his voice annoyed you a bit, but this was your chance to see who he really was.

“Actually, you are right.” Would stunning him work? “I c-care about you.”

There was no hesitation when he turned around and walked away from you, leaving your words hanging in the air.

You continued to bug him for the next two weeks: offering to make group projects with him, sitting next to him during lunch, joining him after class to help in the university... He would tell you to go away, even hide from you, but at some point the tiredness beat him and just gave up, getting used to have a little annoying one right next to him almost the whole day.

“Will you walk me home today as well?” The professor hadn’t even left the classroom but you already were sitting in Hangyul’s desk, waiting for him to finish picking up his stuff.

“I have somewhere to be today, so no.” For some reason, it saddened you a little.

“Can’t I go with you?” He seemed to think about it for a few seconds, before shaking his head. “Why not?”

“Just because, learn how to take a no for an answer.” You scoffed at him.

“You are one to talk.” His gaze fixed on you, his next words sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t remember you saying ‘no’ that time.”

It was the first time you two talked about that night. The flashbacks made your blood start boiling, but not in the anger-like way. A satisfied smirk crossed his face at your sudden muteness and he got up, starting to walk as if to leave but you grabbed his hand.

“I wouldn’t say no to repeat it if you take me to wherever you are going.”

You thanked whatever superior force existed that everyone had left the classroom, because your face was burning with embarrassment and Hangyul was completely still, scanning your face to see if you were joking.

“You are not being serious.”

“O-Of course I am!” He laughed at your stuttering before shaking his head.

“You can come.” Your stomach flipped, not sure if you were happy for succeeding with your plan or nervous about the upcoming consequences. “It’s not too far away.”

Walking next to Hangyul was comforting. Somehow, you felt secure when being with him. He didn’t look at you, instead his stare was fixed on the way, fingers playing the string from his hoodie. He didn’t really look like a bad guy. Everyone stayed away from him because he earned a ‘bad reputation’ although no one told you exactly how. Supposedly, he tended to get into fights but his demeanor was pretty pacific and chill.

“Do you get into fights often?” It’s not like it was something wrong to ask.

“What do you want me to answer?”

“That made no sense.” He shrugged his shoulders and you continued. “The truth, maybe?”

“Why do you care about that?”

“Because everyone talks shit but I want to hear it from you. So, is it true or not?” Hangyul stopped walking, turning to see you in the eyes.

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

“What?”

“That’s a lie. I’m sure you are not the kind of guy that would fight as a first choice.” He seemed confused at your response.

“Why you ask me if you are going to believe whatever you want anyway, then?”

“It’s fun to annoy you.” You giggled and he sighed frustrated, resuming the walk, seeming to be deep in thought before speaking again.

“I don’t... I don’t fight often, honestly. I got into a fight once but it was a long time ago, I was like sixteen.” The sudden confession made you smile, glad that your judgment wasn’t wrong.

“I see.” Again, his brows furrowed.

“Are you not going to ask why I got into the fight?”

“I know you will tell me whenever you want and when you are ready, so there is no need to push it.” His chuckle warmed you up.

“You never cease to surprise me...” Your head turned and you were about to ask what he meant, but his face lit up. “We are here.”

You followed the direction he was looking at: a house. Or that’s what it looked like from the outside, but the sign at the front saying ‘Orphanage’ changed everything and it left you with some kind of uncertainty. As you got closer, you could hear kids laughing and playing. Hangyul knocked on the front door, a lady opening and being surprised as she hugged him close.

“Oh, you are here again! The children have been driving me nuts asking for you.” He laughed shyly, looking like a whole different person. “Oh, and who is this?”

“Ah, it’s my friend. Said she wanted to help so I thought I could bring her with me. Is it alright?” You were at a loss of words, but when the woman smiled widely, there was no turning back.

She guided you both in, a bunch of young kids screaming and running towards Hangyul, asking him to pick them up, to which he complied without any kind of resistance. Soon, he had one on his shoulders, one on each arm and one hugging his leg. The view was hilarious and you were about to take a picture until a small hand pulled on your clothes. A little girl was staring at you, a curious glint in her eyes as she spit the words boldly:

“Are you his girlfriend?” You panicked, trying to deny it fervently.

“She is pretty, right?” His reply made you swallow hard, cheeks tinting pink.

Almost the whole afternoon was spent playing with the kids, reading them stories and drawing incessantly. There was even a corner for Hangyul’s hairdressing time, where he simply made a mess out of everyone’s hair but they loved it, joy filling their round faces. It was strange seeing that side of him... You would have never taken him as the kind that enjoyed doing silly things like that, his usual serious expression completely changed whenever a few grabby hands appeared in front of him. If you were to be honest, your heart started beating faster a few times.

Hours later, the youngsters were taking their nap and you two were exhausted, laying down next to them. He stared at you and you stared back, some kind of complicity taking place in that silent moment. When you were sure everyone was asleep, you got up, stretching and Hangyul opened the door so that you two got out of the napping room.

“That was fun~ They were all so cute...” You glanced sweetly at them before closing the door. He didn’t say anything and just started walking forward, having you follow after him until he stopped in front of a wall filled with pictures.

“See this one?” You had to squint a little, but your heart dropped a beat. “That’s me. My biological parents abandoned me when I was a baby and I grew up here until I was adopted when I was seven.”

Your eyes were stinging, trying to swallow the hard knot forming in your throat. So you were right, there was way more to Hangyul than what everyone could even look at...

“You come here regularly?” He nodded in reply, staring at the picture, remembering that past.

“It was the least I could do.” His voice broke softly at the end, the strong composure he was trying to keep crumbling slowly. “I haven’t... told anyone about this, not directly. The fight I got in was with some dickheads that were laughing at the kids. After that people just made up rumors, but I didn’t care, the ones who truly matter knew me and didn’t believe them. Besides, it was just easier for me to focus on paying back to my parents if no one came near, you know?”

There was nothing you could say. No, you didn’t know, you didn’t understand and you weren’t going to pretend that you did, so you simply hugged him, your head against his chest, a quiet sob escaping your lips as he surrounded you with his arms, his breathing trembling as if he were trying to hold back the tears. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just letting everything out. You didn’t pull away until Hangyul softly ruffled your hair, giggling as he saw your swollen eyes and lips.

“S-Sorry...” You lifted up your hand to clean your face but he was faster, quickly drying your tears with his sleeve.

“It’s fine... We should get going before it gets dark. C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

He held you tight and took you out. This time, both were silent but it didn’t feel awkward anymore. It felt comfortable, as if there was no need to share words in order to know what you were thinking. The walk felt refreshing and you even noticed details that you hadn’t before, despite crossing that path every day. As you saw your apartment coming into view, a little bit of disappointment filled you, wishing that the time spent with him could be longer, even if you had already been together for quite a good amount of hours. He stood in front of your door, waiting for you to get in, and you had to reunite all the courage in your system to ask him:

“Do you want to come in? Drink something…” You started regretting it the moment you spoke. Maybe it wasn’t the best time after all he shared with you.

“I would like to.” His reply made you blink a few times. “I’m kind of hungry after playing with the kids.”

You let out a nervous laugh and proceeded to open the door, letting him come in after you, signaling the room so that he would make himself comfortable. As you headed towards your room to leave your bag and your coat, Hangyul sat down on your sofa and asked if he could put some music to which you nodded. When you came back, mere minutes after the brief exchange, his head was thrown back and his eyes closed. You sat next to him, careful to not wake him up, and just stared at his facial features. As you did, you started to remember the events of the night at the club: how he had kissed your lips, you sucking on his neck, the soft grunts he had left out… Almost hypnotized by your memories, you didn’t notice that his eyes were open and staring you back, doing the same thing.

“Oh, I– About what I said before, the deal thing, I–” You tried to say something, but he just grinned.

“I was just looking forward to an excuse to let someone in, I guess. We don’t have to repeat that.” Sure, that’s what his voice was saying but his stare was fixated on your lips. “I’m not really that good, either…”

“Yes, yes you are.” Your heart started beating faster, fluttering against your rib cage as your hand caressed his cheek. “You keep proving me wrong, over and over…”

You weren’t sure who started, but now both were making out. His hands grabbed your hips and placed you on his lap before sliding down to grip your thighs. This time, the kiss was slow and passionate, not nearly as aggressive and quick as the last time. He took his time, feeling you up, sliding his tongue against yours. His cold hands slipped under your shirt, making you flinch slightly as he took it off, his gaze taking you in. You did the same, grazing your nails against his toned muscles, sending shivers all over his body before kissing his chest, going down until you dropped on your knees, palming his hard on over his pants.

“Such a tease when you have the time…” It was the same tone he used that night, your eyes closing in delight of the slightly raspy voice.

“It’s payback.”

In a flash, his cock was out and now you had the time to admire it all you wanted, to tease him the way you had imagined since the night at the club, licking a stripe on the side of his shaft until you got to the head, gently wrapping your lips around it and sucking, evoking a buck of his hips. The view you had was turning you on: his half lidded eyes taking in your every move, tongue licking his lips, the ones that opened in a pretty shape whenever you teased the small slit in his tip, letting harmonious moans fill the room. His fingers tangled in your hair, struggling between pushing your head down or pulling you away, until you took him wholly, your throat tightening around it as you gagged softly.

“F-Fuck, wait, I don’t want to cum like this.” You let out of his dick with a lewd pop sound, to which he bit his lip. “Room?”

You stood up, holding his hand and guiding him to your room. He undressed and you did the same, stopping when he laid down in bed, grabbing the pillows and arranging them, before turning to you with a wicked smile.

“What are you even–”

“Ride my face, at least just this one time, let me taste you.” The way his voice sounded, almost as if he was begging had you gone weak. You weren’t sure, never did it before, but it didn’t look like he was going to give up. Your legs straddled his face, embarrassment running on your veins as he stared at your center directly. “You are so beautiful.”

He wasted no time, attaching his mouth to your core, humming at your wetness and taste. You couldn’t help but to moan, his tongue feeling so much better than his fingers somehow, knowing every spot, every motion to have you gasping for more. Your hand yanked his hair as he flattened his tongue against your clit, two of his fingers getting inside of your hole. The stimulation was almost too much, especially whenever his fingertips would press against the roof of your insides, rubbing your sweet spot. In-between needy whimpers, you warned him you were about to cum, in hopes of him letting you go, but it was worse: his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body down, your whole womanhood at his disposition to torture you. With a tremble, you came, your juices flowing down your legs and onto his face whilst he lapped at every single drop. You came down, kissing him, feeling yourself and his own taste, the mix almost glorious.

His cock was hard, pre-cum leaking from his tip; apparently eating you out turned him on beyond belief. You chuckled before opening one of the drawers at the side of the bed and pulling out a condom, ripping it open and sliding it on him, the friction making him groan. Now you raised up your hips, grinding against him a few times and finally sinking down, his length filling every single bit. Your hands were pressed against his chest, trying to get used to his size when he started thrusting causing you to let out a high pitched whine.

“Can’t you wait a second?” Your half-complaint, half-plea only encouraged him to snap his movements faster, rougher.

“I know you can take me, baby, I know that this dripping wet cunt of yours can take me so well.” His hands roamed around your body, unclasping your bra so he would play with your nipples, your overall sensitivity almost ripping your body. “You react to my touch so nicely…”

“Hangyul…” His name slipped once, twice, a hundred times from your lips and he loved it, strong arms turning you around as he rammed into you with all his might. Despite his words, his touch was gentle and careful, his actions always taking into account your pleasure. He swore again, seeing you under him, your breasts bouncing with each shove of his dick, your eyes looking deeply into his, your lips parted murmuring his name.

“Let me be the only one that sees you like this.”

You weren’t sure how to reply, or if it was serious or if he said it because of the hit of the moment, but you nodded before even being able to process all the feelings that simple statement awoke in you. He hid his face on your neck, leaving love bites all over your chest, one of his hands rubbing your abused clit, your pussy tightening around him as you came. He buried his length deep inside of you, spilling into the condom with a pleased sigh, hugging you tightly as he rested his head right above your heart.

After a few minutes, he got up and discarded the used condom while you went to the bathroom, cleaned yourself and put on some clean clothes. You threw him an oversized pink hoodie and a pair of boxers you usually wore to sleep, to which he raised an eyebrow and laughed while picking up his pants from the floor. You both went and laid down on the sofa, a wave of tiredness suddenly hitting you, the soft music that he had played on before relaxing you. A loud growl was heard and you stared at Hangyul before wheezing out loud.

“Oh jeez, you really are hungry, huh? Should I ask for some Chinese food?” He nodded, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. When you came back, he opened his arms in an almost instinctive way, and you cuddled next to him. No words needed.

“So… You always talk about how I prove you wrong but you have proved me wrong many times as well.”

You were all ears the rest of the night, sharing your experiences and first impressions of each other before falling asleep, empty packages of food on the table, and his strong arms holding you close to him.

I am genuinely satisfied with this and that doesn’t happen often at all. Writing this for over six hours was worth it! Hope y’all like it, tell me if you cried (jk)

~Nani

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#could I have put more angst into it? of course #I had some mercy #lee hangyul #lee hangyul smut #lee hangyul scenario #lee hangyul imagine #hangyul #hangyul smut #hangyul scenario #hangyul imagine #x1 #x1 smut #x1 hangyul #x1 lee hangyul #x1 scenario #unb #unb smut #unb scenario #unb hangyul

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seokmattchuus · 4 years

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X1 Reaction to you using the safe word

A/n: What genre does this fall under? Angst ? Fluff ? Angsty fluff ? Send help?

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Seungwoo: *Pulls out the second the first syllable left your lips and his focus is making you feel better before finding out what happened.*

“Shh, it’s okay.” His demeanor changing as he looked over you before pulled you into a protective hug, his hand petting your hair softly. “I got you.”

Seungyoun: *Questions are flying out of him and you can’t even answer because he won’t give you a chance.*

“Are you hurt? Do you need anything? What did I do?” He rushed out as he’s staring down at you. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

Wooseok: *Guilt floods through him as the word registered in his head, and he quickly pulls away from you, giving you some room.*

“Shit, I-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as his hand came up to cup your cheek. “Is there anything I can do?”

Yohan: *Freezes because he can’t believe he really just made you say it. Your voice pulling him out of his thoughts.*

“I-I-” He chokes out as he pulls away from you, not really knowing what to do. “I’m sorry.”

Hangyeol: *His face falls and he’s torn between giving you space and comforting you because it’s never happened before.*

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispers, moving back a little because he’s not entirely sure what to do. “I didn’t mean to.”

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dvrlingrenjun · 4 years

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x1’s reaction to them being sad

this is mainly inspired on their disbandment.

gif is not mine.

han seungwoo 한승우

seungwoo isn’t one to express his feelings, you weren’t one either. a common (bad) trait in the relationship, but you know when seungwoo was in the dumps and when he’s happy.

so when the news of x1’s disbandment came about, you knew you guys were going to have a lot of movie nights and silence. you waited patiently until seungwoo comes around and talks to you about it.

cho seungyoun 초승연

honestly, i’m not even sure for him. maybe he would crack more jokes in order to cover up the sad mood he has. because he wouldn’t want to bring your mood down too. but if you notice seungyoun being a bit off, just tell him that you’re always listening and you care for him :). i think the would just like some reassurance.

kim wooseok 김우석

more quieter than usual and oddly scary. he would close off his walls and try not to make anyone break in until he comes up to you one day and just cry, he was tired of bottling his feelings in and couldn’t handle any of it anymore.

lee hangyul 이한결

another one i’m not sure in. at times hangyul seems so... quiet but yet, loud? but i feel like hangyul would be more mean without meaning to. but one day, he said something awful to you on accident while you were trying to comfort him. you tried ignoring the comment but it kept on sticking to your mind causing you to cry. hangyul felt bad seeing you cry and promised to himself that he wouldn’t hurt you ever again.

kim yohan 김요한

he would hold a straight face for the most part, no cutesy smiles. would avoid you and just practice taekwando every day and night. it would probably take the thoughts off his mind that is the reason why he would be practicing all day long. but if one day you barge in with some food and genuinely ask if he’s alright, i think he would break down and tell you everything he’s been experiencing.

cha junho 차준호

surprisingly, he would be expressive of this, as in more pouty and more cuddles. not the crying one lmao. i feel like junho would avoid talking about his feelings at all costs. he doesn’t really like confrontation and would rather keep it to himself.

son dongpyo 손동표

hmm... dongpyo,,, i’m getting two vibes, one, he would make himself to be even more happier and energetic because he wouldn’t want to disappoint or worry people. second, he would go to you for advice and talk it out unlike junho. dongpyo would like to let someone know about what he’s feeling and thinking.

kang minhee 강민히

now this one has me thinking.. i never thought of him as an emotional one nor a stone cold person, so i don’t know where to put him on the spectrum. wow, i actually don’t know what to put for him, sorry minhee fans :<.

lee eunsang 이은상

eunsang. i feel like he would be bitter? in a way. like bitter smiling in a sense, he wouldn’t cry or anything like that. but he bitterly accepts the fate/event. that was the vibe i got when it was revealed that eunsang is the x member in the final episode.

song hyeongjun 송형준

i think this one is the obvious, hyeongjun is a baby (not saying it in a bad way.) hyeongjun would just go cry and rant to you on how bad the situation is. please wipe his tears away from his cheeks and give him a big ol hug :)

nam dohyon 남도현

our dohyon-ie would try to keep it in. as a fellow scorpio, not getting much into zodiac signs but, he wouldn’t want to let anyone know he’s feeling sad, dohyon would like to keep that cool and mysterious front and act like he doesn’t give a sh*t. dohyon doesn’t want to show everyone that he is “weak” and i would say he would hide it pretty well to the point no one would know, even you.

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haurutos · 5 years

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x1 reaction to you being clingy.

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: x1 (hyung line) x reader. ✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff. ✦ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nothing! ✦ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: yes? it was requested on wattpad lol. ✦ rules / m.list (coming soon.)

english in not my first language!!

if there is any grammer spellings or some words whom is missing, i sincerly apologize! i’ll fix it as soon as i can. ^___^

✄ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎

you being clingy is perhaps one of seungwoo's all times favorite thing about you :((

whenever you would cling to him,

his heart would MELT, like melt for real uwu

like ice cream on a sunny day.

aNYWAYS,,

he wasn't really the type to be THAT clingy in your relationship unless he needed to be.

so he was happy to be with someone who was the total opposite of himself.

all clingy and asking for cuddles, kisses, smooches almost daily ^__^

✄ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍

when this crackhead discovered how clingy you were already on your first days you two have been dating,

he instantly knew you that you were the one for him uwu.

and he would kinda tease you at first though,

but he quickly got used to it,

since it happened so often,

he couldn't even count at this point.

bUT!! seungyoun would be as clingy as you though,

there is no doubt lol.

he would hug you, even it was in public or in front of the members,

he didn’t care, as long as he got to stay by you, he was happy.

✄ 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

you being clingy? yes please.

wooseok would enjoy your clingy side absolutely.

would think you were the cutest little babie in the world :((

but he would be kinda shy if you were clingy in places were there were other human beings around!!!!

just imagine his face turning pink just because of how clingy you are jsfjsdf

but trust me,,

he would pay you all of those cuddles, kisses, hugs back when you two finally got some alone time.

✄ 𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍

would question why you were so clingy in the first place.

but you being clingy would become a common and big part of your relationship

and yohan would get more and more used to it :>

he in fact, started to love it.

like so so much, you can't even describe it with words tehehe.

but he would still be shy when it came to hugs, juST skinship in general,

so he was happy to be with someone who could do all of those things without being shy or ashamed uwu

✄ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐋

hangyul wouldn't make such a big fuss about it.

you being clingy? and? it was a part of who you were.

but he would fore sure grow a lovely bond with your clinginess.

and he would enjoy every single of it,

in fact, he would treasure it with his whole heart :')

he also for a fact would be so happy that you were so comfortable with him.

#x1 imagines #x1 #x1 soft icons #x1 scenarios #x1 timestamps #x1 fluff #x1 han seungwoo #x1 lee hangyul #x1 cho seungyoun #x1 kim wooseok #x1 kim yohan #x1 moodboards #x1 au #x1 reactions #x1 angst #produce x 101 imagines #produce x 101 #produce x 101 reactions #produce x 101 scenarios

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pyox1 · 5 years

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[11:34pm] "What's wrong baby?" Seungyoun asked, his thumb rubbing circles on your hand. You didn't dare to look at him in the eyes. Too nervous for your own good, you nervously chewed down on your bottom lip, a habit that drove the boy crazy.

"It's just that, I don't really know what I'm doing... I really want to kiss you, but now just a peck you know? I mean, I don't really know..." Gosh, you thought. You probably sounded so stupid. To your surprise, Seungyoun only chuckled.

"Your too cute." He said, cupping both of your cheeks and bringing your face close to his, gently pecking your forehead.

"I'll teach you, okay?" You eagerly nodded, making him smile.

"First off, you want to get closer to the person you're with." He instructed. You scooted closer to him, his thigh now brushing against yours. He then carefully took your hands and brought them to his shoulders.

"Secondly, make eye contact." The tension in the room was rising. His pupils stared into your own, his glance persistant. Your breathing hitched as he started to lean closer. He stopped when his lips grazed over yours. Closing your eyes, you waited for the impact. When nothing happened, you opened them to see what was happening. Only a few inches away from your face, Seungyoun smirked.

"Thirdly, just go for it." With that, he pressed his mouth to yours, molding your lips together. Trying to keep up with his movements, you hands reached up to behind his neck. As you started lightly scratching the back of his neck, Seungyoun let out a sigh of pleasure in your mouth. Gaining confidence, you started being more comfortable in the kiss. Noticing you were more relax, Seungyoun took the opportunity to bite your lower lip, making you gasp. His tongue now against yours, you felt electricity run through your body. You had never felt like this before, but you love it. When you both separated for air, Seungyoun brought you on top of him, straddling him.

"Lastly, do it again."

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x1musings · 4 years

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“just this once, please stay with me.”+ “do you ever think about me?”

☆pairing: hangyul x reader

☆request: #73 + #85 from 101 prompts by anon

☆genre: angst + fluff??

☆word count: 2.7k

☆a/n: anon, you didn’t give a genre or au in your request, so i just went with mix of angst and fluff. it turns out that i’m better at writing angst than pure fluff, who knew? but i’m not sure how i feel about this piece. also, this is the longest one i’ve written yet, so i hope you guys enjoy! let me know your thoughts :)

☆song recs: empty space by james arthur + about you by tyron hapi feat. laurell

you knew it was a bad idea to go to the party your ex-boyfriend was hosting, but part of you wanted to see him, to see whether he has gotten over you. it had been over a year since you two had broken up and while you had told your friends that you were completely over him, you couldn’t help but miss him. you missed the little things in your relationship; the way he would hug you tightly when you were tired or upset, the way his face would light up with the brightest smile whenever he saw you, and the way you two could talk for hours about anything and everything. you missed having him in your life; whether you wanted him back as your boyfriend or your best friend, you didn’t know.

as you stood outside the door to his apartment, a rush of memories overwhelmed your mind. you remembered when he first moved into the apartment. it was when you two were just friends, and hangyul was bursting with the excitement of living alone for the first time in his life. you two had just graduated from high school and were about to start university, the world at your feet. you remembered how he stood next to the door, telling you to brace yourself for the “awesomeness” you were about to see. he had been standing there with his chest puffed out and his hands on his hips like he was some kind of superhero, so you couldn’t help but laugh at his child-like expression, which led him to tickling you as your punishment for laughing at him.

“y/n, you ok?” your friend asked, shaking you out of your reverie.

you pushed the brightest smile you could muster to your lips, “yeah, i’m fine. just preparing myself for the chaos inside.”

your friend laughed. “tell me about it. i think i’ve already heard something break in there.”

you laughed along with your friends, hoping they didn’t notice the inner turmoil going on in your mind. for the first time that night, you were regretting your choice to come to the party. you hadn’t even stepped inside, and you were already reliving all of the memories you two had created. you could only imagine what it would be like stepping into his apartment for the first time since your breakup, let alone seeing him.

your friend rang the doorbell, and as you waited for the door to open, you had to curb your urge to either run away or puke. suddenly, your mind was filled with all the worst-case scenarios that could happen if you walked through that door. what if he has moved on, and you have to watch him be with his new partner all night? or what if he still hates you, and throws you out? or, what if… before you could think of other ways the night could go wrong, the door swings open to reveal his best friend, seungyoun.

“finally, you guys made it! i was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” seungyoun said, as he gave each of you a hug. when he got to you, his smile widened. “i’m glad you came. it’s been weird not having you around. we’ve all missed you.”

you gave him a small smile, before hugging him. you had been close with all of hangyul’s friends before you broke up, and after it all went down, it was hard for you to see them without feeling the pain of your break-up all over again. so, you avoided them, going out of your way to make sure you didn’t bump into them, which even meant giving up your favourite coffeeshop that they all frequented.

“i missed you guys too,” you whispered as you pulled away. you pause before asking the question that has been on your mind since seungyoun first invited you and your friends to the party. “does he know you invited me?”

with the way seungyoun squirmed, you knew he didn’t. “i mentioned it,” seungyoun said, looking anywhere but you. “but i don’t know whether he actually heard me.”

you knew it was a bad idea to stay, but seungyoun pulled you further inside the apartment before you could make your escape. “it’s fine, y/n. if he makes a big deal, just say that i forced you to come, which isn’t a lie. i did force you to come.” he gave you an encouraging smile before walking away, leaving you to your thoughts.

the living room of his apartment hadn’t changed much since the last time you saw it. it was still a classic bachelor pad, the walls and worn-out furniture were all dark tones of black and brown, with posters and action figures placed around as decoration. but the closer you looked, the more the changes became apparent. all the photos you two had up were replaced with odd knick-knacks, like snow globes and seashells. the plants you always had on the bookcase was replaced with hangyul’s collection of trophies and medals from his taekwondo and basketball days. all traces of you were gone.

you expected that he would get rid of everything that reminded him of you, just like you had done to him, but actually seeing it broke your heart.

“y/n?”

you froze at the sound of his husky voice. you knew you were inevitably going to see him, but you hadn’t expected to see him this quickly.

“hangyul…” you breathed out, as you turned to face him.

everything around you was tuned out as you stared at him. he looked the same as before, yet completely different at the same time. his eyes, that had always held a warmth in it, raked over your body, taking in every little change. his jaw dropped slightly, as he came to grips with the fact that you were really there. his hair was raven black now, and slightly longer, to the point that it fell just below his eyebrow. at a glance, you could tell that he had matured a lot over the past year. he was still as clean-shaven as he was when you were dating, but gone were the quirky and colourful t-shirts, now he had on a classier outfit that showcased just how much he had matured in the past year.

“what… what are you doing here?” he asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between you.

you clear your throat, hoping that your nervousness doesn’t show in your voice, “i bumped into seungyoun a couple of days ago, and he invited me and my friends to your party. i hope you don’t mind. i can leave if you want me to.”

he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, “no, it’s fine. stay. i know the others missed you. enjoy the party.”

he turned around quickly, and walked away, like he couldn’t get away fast enough. it stung to see him run away, but a small part of you was glad that the worst was over. you walked to the kitchen, where you knew you could find some alcohol to take away sting of watching him walk away from you, again.

after drinking enough to get you buzzed, you walked out the kitchen, trying to find one of your friends in the crowd. it didn’t take long to find them, their loud singing drawing you towards the make-shift dance floor in the living room. you laughed as you watched your uncoordinated friends try to dance sexily to the hip-hop music that was blasting out of the radio. before long they noticed you staring and dragged you into the middle of the dance floor, where you let everything go. you ignored all the memories and the emptiness in your gut, letting the music and the excitement in the room flow through you. you knew you looked as ridiculous as your friends, but in that moment you didn’t care. for the first time in a long time, you were laughing and enjoying yourself.

you had been dancing and laughing with your friends, until you suddenly realised what song was playing. you froze. sure, you had heard the song since your break-up but hearing it now, in hangyul’s apartment, brought back so many memories you desperately wanted to push away. it wasn’t until your eyes locked with his, from across the room, that you noticed you were looking for him. while everyone around you danced happily to finesse by bruno mars and cardi b, you and hangyul stared at each other, and from the look on his face, you knew he was remembering the same memory as you.

he had been trying to choreograph a dance for the dance crew he was a part of, and since no one else was around, you offered to help him. the only problem was that you forgot that you have two left feet and couldn’t dance to save your life. after hours of trying to teach you the most basic moves, hangyul pulled you into a hug.

“i love you, but let’s leave the dancing to me, ok?” he had said, his face bright with laughter.

you scoffed. he wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t going to admit that to him. “i’m not that bad.”

“babe, a baby giraffe has better coordination than you,” he said, before darting out of the way as you tried to swat his arm. he ran around the dance studio, laughing evilly every time he was able to dart out of your reach.

“you take that back now.” you tried to chase him, but between your lack of coordination and lack of stamina, you knew it was a losing game. so, after a few minutes, you inevitably end up lying on the floor, huffing and puffing, as hangyul stood over you.

hangyul laughed at the sight below him, his eyes sparkling with a teasing glint, “well, if i took it back, i’d be lying, and my mum didn’t raise no liar.”

hangyul broke eye contact first, pulling you out of your trance. he turned back to his friends, tuning back into the conversation with ease. but you couldn’t look away. the remnants of the memory stayed at the forefront of you mind, and you realise with a start that you still wanted him in your life. no, you needed him in your life. there had been an empty space in your life, and hangyul was the only one that could fill it.

but you didn’t know if he needed you. and, the thought that he didn’t need you in the same way you needed him, broke you more than you wanted to admit. he seemed happy, from what you could see, but you knew he wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. you couldn’t read him the way you used to. but there was a sliver of hope lodged in the back of your mind: what if he feels the same way?

you don’t know what compelled you to stay until the last person had left, something pulled you back every time you started to leave the party. even when your friends were leaving, you made an excuse, saying that you missed the guys, so you wanted to stay and hang out with them. but, when the last person left the party, you realised there was no reason for you to stay alone with hangyul. you two hadn’t spoken since the conversation you had when you walked in, and it seemed like he was avoiding you. so, you grabbed your bag and started making your way to the door.

“wait!”

you stopped abruptly, having not expected him to talk to you. you turned to face him, taking in the way he nervously scratched the back of his head, looking anywhere but you.

“just this once, please stay with me.”

had it not been for the fact that his whole apartment was dead silent, you probably wouldn’t have caught what he said. he had spoken in a soft tone, his voice barely carrying over to you from where he stood.

“what?” you asked, in disbelief.

he took a minute to gather his confidence. “stay,” he said, finally looking you in the eye, “please.”

you nodded, not trusting your voice. you were happy, no ecstatic, that he asked you to stay, but you also didn’t want to get your hope up. you put your bag down on the couch, and the two of you stood looking at each other in an awkward silence. for the first time since knowing him, you didn’t know what to say to him. you wanted nothing more than to go back to the time when everything was easy with him, when you didn’t second-guess every word that came out of your mouth.

you decided to walk away, taking the opportunity to venture into the parts of his apartment you hadn’t seen that night. you could feel him following you, his gaze burning through you. you opened the door that you knew led to his bedroom, wanting to see if he had made any changes to this room like he did with the living room. you walked around the room, as he took a seat on his bed, watching you as you took in every detail of the room.

you had so many things to ask him, so many things to say, but every time you opened your mouth, you doubted yourself. did you have the right to ask him anything about his life? you weren’t friends, but you also couldn’t say that you were strangers after everything you two had been through.

“so, how have you been?” you asked, breaking through the silence. you leaned against his desk, looking directly at him.

“i’ve been better. i’ve really busy lately.” he leaned back on his arms, looking somewhat relaxed for the first time in your presence. his answer was as vague as possible, so you pushed on.

“are you still dancing?”

“when i have free time, which lately hasn’t been much.”

you walked over to the bed and flopped next to him. “what about the orphanage? do you still visit?”

“every week.” he laid down next to you, turning his head to look at you. “i heard you visit the kids too.”

“sometimes…” whenever i think of you. you couldn’t bring yourself to say that, scared of the wounds you might be opening by speaking your truth.

“what about you? how have you been?”

“i’ve been better,” you said, echoing his exact words. you didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking.

“care to elaborate?”

you hesitated, deciding whether to tell him the truth and come up with some white lie.

“do you remember why we broke up?”

from the corner of your eye, you saw his head swing towards you, clearly shocked by the sudden change of subject. “what?”

“i’ve been thinking about it lately, and i realised that i don’t remember why we broke up.”

he cleared his throat. “why were you thinking about it?” he asked softly.

“last month, i ran into a couple of old friends who asked about you, and why we broke up. i couldn’t give them an answer, because i don’t remember. ever since then, i’ve constantly been thinking about you, us, the way we used to be... do you ever think about me?”

you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for his response. he had the power to shatter the sliver of hope you had with a single word. you felt the bed shift beneath you, but you barely registered it as a cloud of doubt and anxiety takes over your mind.

suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, hesitant and soft. his hand cupped your cheek as he slowly deepened the kiss, running his tongue across your lower lip. there was a hesitation in everything he did, like he was expecting you to push him away. but you didn’t. instead, you kissed him back with everything in you, pulling him as close as you can. you didn’t want to let him go, not when you finally felt like you were home. so, you held on, pouring your love and need for him into the kiss and into every touch.

he slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still closed as he whispered against your lips, “i never stopped thinking about you.”

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Heartbreak Cafe 4.0 ✩ Hangyul x Reader

Pairing: Lee Hangyul x Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Song Recommendation: Grace by Lewis Capaldi, Dinner by Suho feat. Jane Jang & Me After You by Paul Kim

Heartbreak Cafe Masterlist

A month had passed since the incident with Hangyul, and honestly a part of you thought it would be the last time you’d see him, but you couldn’t have been more wrong as ever since, he had been showing up to your work to take you home whenever you had a late shift or if you had an early shift, he’d make sure to take you to the cafe then head off to his agency. When you asked why he was doing all of this, his response was, “I’m making it right.” The words really hit your heart and you’ve been grateful for his presence, because since you left your hometown, you had no one to talk to except from your customers or cat so having someone to talk to especially when it’s a familiar face felt really good.

It had been a long shift for you which meant that you were in charge of cleaning up the cafe, making sure that all the newspapers were thrown out in preparation for the updated ones tomorrow, then of course closing up. You took note of the time which read: 10:40pm which meant you had twenty minutes to get everything done, you knew it was possible and all you could think about is the warmth of your bed that was waiting for you at home. You grabbed the broom and began cleaning up the staff room, a few moments had passed when you heard the bell which signalled that someone had came in, “We’re closed!” You called out, before walking out to be greeted by the back of a man, you instantly recognised him as Hangyul, “H-hangyul?” You spoke softly then he turned to face you, a smile appearing brightly on his face as you took your appearance in, your cheeks flushed as you knew you didn’t look your best but he looked perfect, his hair was slicked back under a beanie and he was wearing his practice clothes yet he looked so effortlessly good.

“I’m here to walk you home.” He took a few steps towards you, causing you to walk backwards until you hit a wall, you felt your ears start to burn along with your cheeks as you looked up into his eyes. “I’m n-nearly done.” You whispered softly, tilting your head, “Did you want something?” “No, no, just finish up. I’ll wait outside if you want?” You nodded quickly, gulping as he took a step back from you before exiting the cafe.

It took you around another five minutes to clean the rest of the floor and make sure that everything was turned off for the night before you made your way to join the cold boy outside, you looked up at him with a smile before holding up a cup of hot chocolate, “Even if you don’t drink it, it’s good to keep your hands warm, isn’t it?” He chuckled in response, taking the cup in his hand before rubbing your hair, “Make sure you’re wrapped up,” You giggled knowing that it was routine for him to say this whenever he picked you up from work, you zipped up the rest of your coat then followed him, making your way to the apartment you called home.

The route there was filled with laughter and inside jokes, Hangyul sharing his thoughts on the recent drama episode that you both decided to watch together, then you tried to get some details about his debut album but he refused to tell you anything in hopes to keep the excitement. “You’ll have to come to our showcase, I always feel at my best when you’re around.” You felt your heart race at his words and tried to push it away but your cheeks began to flush, hoping he didn’t notice as you slapped your cheeks a few times, before breathing out and shuddering, “It’s cold, don’t you think?” He looked over at you, smiling before taking your hand and holding it in his pocket to keep you warm.

It wasn’t long until you both reached your door step, you felt your chest tighten as you bit your lip, you really didn’t want the night to end especially this moment with him, “D-do you want to come in?” You glanced up at him with a hopeful look, a soft smile on your face as you tried to hide your flushed cheeks. He bit his own lip, looking at you before leaning against the wall by your door, “I.. don’t think that’s a good idea.” He spoke, his thought process was that he didn’t want to keep you from going to bed when you had an early start, which he did too and he didn’t want to rush things. He felt in his heart that he needed to treat you better and show the better version of himself instead of the jerk he was all those years ago, he watched as your smile slowly faded into that one that you often use whenever you’re disappointed but are afraid to show it.

You nodded slowly, biting your lip looking down at the ground in front of you, you wondered if you had done something wrong but you shook the thought away and figured that maybe he just didn’t feel the same. A part of you wanted to kiss him and the other part of you just wanted to get out of this situation, you chose the latter as you turned your back opening up your door, “I understand..” You smiled softly up at him, “Let me know when you get home safely, I’ll see you whenever.” You said quickly before going inside and shutting the door behind you.

Hangyul stared at your door for a moment, closing his eyes tightly thinking over his actions wondering if he did the right thing, he really thought that it was best to deny your invitation for your sake but he didn’t take into consideration the fact that you did ask, he sighed before knocking the door, “Y/N? Open up, I forgot something.” You flinched at the sound of his voice from the other side of the door, your back pressed against it before slowly turning and opening it up a little, looking up at him.

Hangyul looked into your eyes instantly, pushing open the door before holding onto your hips, bringing you closer to him as he leaned in and attached his lips to yours, the kiss soon became passionate as you pulled him inside, he moved you against the door deepening the kiss some more before pulling away, his forehead placed against yours, “I’ll stay with you.” He breathed heavily against your lips, you nodded in response, “Please do.”

A/N: its been awhile since i wrote heartbreak cafe but this came to me and i really wanted to act on it before i lost the inspiration to do so. but i hope y’all like this & let me know what you think by leaving a comment or like.

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