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daisyvisions · 12 days

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Unspoken Words (Pt. 2)

➺ Pairing: best friend!Sangyeon x afab!reader x enemy!Hyunjae

➺ Summary: If someone were to tell you that you'd be in a fake relationship with the person you despise the most just to make your best friend jealous, you would've laughed in their face. But here you are... caught up in this exact situation.

➺ Word Count: 3.2K

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI) buckle up y’all, this chapter purely filth, fake dating, mutual pining, angst, jealousy, implied p in v sex, morning sex, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, tit sucking, marking, some hair pulling, lots of kissing once again, mentions of grinding, allusions to jerking off, pet name (sweetheart, baby), let me know if I missed anything!

➺ A/N: After five months… I am so sorry for taking this long. The lack of inspiration really hit me and I just couldn't seem to continue writing this series. But not to worry! Part 2 is finally here! Originally this was gonna be the final part but decided to extend it to maybe 1-2 more parts and this time I will NOT take a while to write! Proofread once, enjoy 😉

➺ Read Part 1 here!

➺ Network and tags: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers

“Hyunjae we have to go, we’re gonna miss our next class.” You giggle.

“Just a little longer-” He groans against the column of your throat.

It was hard to separate the two of you ever since that intimate night you shared. You found yourselves tangled in each other’s arms almost every other day, kissing each other until you were almost out of breath, and sneaking in a few stolen glances at one another when given the chance. It was like your trust in him grew as well as your friendship.

And even if you told yourself after that night that would be the only time you would allow Hyunjae to cross the line, you both knew it was a lie. And even if he never forced or coerced you into doing it again, it was you who wanted to experience everything you’ve been missing out on. Thank god he was well experienced in that field, since most of the time he took the lead and taught you everything you needed to know.

After all, you were just a girl with needs. And Hyunjae was more than willing to give you what you wanted.

And the way he treated you with utmost care, how he always made sure your pleasure came first before his, the way he looked at you like you were from another world, it was always overwhelming to you in a good way. Sometimes you had to mentally slap yourself in the face and remember that this is all fake. You two aren’t really together, and this is all just to make him jealous.

But somewhere deep down you knew that the more you spent time with Hyunjae, Sangyeon was slowly becoming a distant memory.

“Okay, five more minutes then we have to go okay?” You lift his chin up, his heavy lidded eyes looking at you so sweetly. You kiss the tip of his nose and let him continue with his ministrations.

His hands were gripping onto the softness of your hips while you gently grind your core on his semi-hard bulge, making sure you don’t rock your hips too hard to avoid the car from shaking. You feel his fingers digging into your skin further, a familiar signal that he wants you to roll your hips harder.

“Don’t want to go…” Hyunjae whines from beneath, pulling away from your neck to look up at you with those cute doe eyes. An expression you once thought was gross now has you going weak in the knees.

“C’mon, just a few more hours then I'll come over to your place after my last class, promise.” You caress his cheek.

“C-can you sleep over this time? Please?” He looks at you with pleading eyes. “We can watch a movie, set time to study and-”

“Hyunjae, we both know we won’t be able to study. We never do.” You tease.

“I’m studying your body does that count? Y’know… female anatomy and all?” You lightly slap him in the arm as he chuckles. “I should be getting an A+ in biology with you at this point.”

“Mhm, you sure would.” You kiss his forehead before getting off him. Both of you adjusting your clothes before getting out of the car.

“What about your roommate? Does he mind? Not gonna lie I was kinda embarrassed about last time. Couldn’t really look him in the eye when I came out of your room.” You look up at Hyunjae as you walk side by side.

“Nah, he won’t mind. He says your moans are hot so he’s cool with it.”

“Hyunjae!” You feel your cheeks warm up at the thought.

“What? Can you blame him?” Hyunjae shrugs.

“Please, I don’t want him to be thinking of me like that…”

“He doesn't, believe me.” He turns his head quickly after realizing what he had just said before you said anything in return. “Not because you aren’t attractive, because you totally are-” Your heart slightly flutters in the middle of his ramble.

"-Juyeon just has a high tolerance to that kind of stuff for some strange reason. Moans and sounds of sex don’t phase him at all. Unlike me, a little gasp or moan from you and I’m-” Hyunjae raises his hand, his finger gesturing an upwards motion as he makes a popping sound with his mouth.

The sound of you laughing at Hyunjae’s gesture brings a warm feeling bubbling inside his stomach, a sound he would never get tired of to be honest. But he’s totally unaware of the feeling as he’s too focused on how you smile at him.

“So 7:30? I can pick you up from yours, we can go out to eat quick then go back to my place.”

“I think I’ll just hitch a ride with you after class. Is it okay if I just borrow your clothes instead? Kind of lazy to go back home.” You ask.

Good thing your eyes were focused on looking ahead, because if you turned up to look at Hyunjae you would've seen the dust of pink showing on his cheeks. The thought of you wearing his clothes made him more flustered than he had cared to admit.

“Y-yeah sure. I’ve got extra towels, toothbrush, the works. Just text me when you’re done.” You nod as you both stop at the front of your classroom.

As he leans forward and slightly ruffles your hair he holds back the urge to kiss the top of your head and instead leans down closer to your ear to whisper,

“I’ll see you later sweetheart.”

The next morning you’re awakened by the feeling of the sun’s warmth slowly shining on your skin through the curtains. As you blink slowly, you feel a warm presence behind you, arms wrapped around your torso as Hyunjae’s breathing lightly touches the back of your neck.

Last night’s activities were replaying in your head once more as you start to fully blink your eyes open. You two wasted no time going at each other as soon as you stepped foot into his apartment, completely forgetting the movie and anything else you had planned out.

You loved little moments like this, being in Hyunjae’s arms, in his room, under his blanket as he held you close. It always gave you some sense of protection, especially when he would cuddle you to sleep and never let go.

You pry yourself free from Hyunjae’s embrace and decide to get up and make some coffee for the two of you, something you’ve grown accustom to whenever you’re at his apartment. Hyunjae groans in his sleep as you move, his hands subconsciously looking for your figure to hold again but you instead tuck him in gently and smile at the way he looks so peaceful right now.

Sleepiness hangs heavy on you as you go out of Hyunjae’s room, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt and your underwear beneath as make your way to the kitchen, eyes too droopy to even notice anything around you while you grab two mugs from the upper shelf and pop in the coffee pods inside the machine.

You subconsciously hum a tune while waiting for the coffee to fill the mugs, grabbing the milk from the refrigerator and the sugar from the pantry. As you continue to stir the milk and sugar inside the cups, you suddenly hear someone clear their throat behind you. As you turn around to see who it might be you suddenly gasp and wake up from your groggy state.

You see Sangyeon sitting by the counter with a coffee cup in his hand, staring at you with a look in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.

“Oh my god you scared me.” You hold your hand to your chest as you try to calm down. “Wait, what the hell are you doing here?” You ask him.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He takes a sip from his mug as his gaze stays on you.

“I-uh…” You pause for a moment. “Slept over.” You look down at your feet as you avoid looking at him.

“So you slept over here… You slept over at Juyeon’s?” He tilts his head in confusion. But deep down Sangyeon could feel jealousy bubbling within his stomach but also trying to hide the fact that he’s semi hard right now seeing you like this.

The way the shirt you were wearing rode up as you reached for the coffee mugs in the upper shelf, giving him a glimpse of your ass in the process. He nearly choked on his coffee mid sip from that. From all the years he’s known you he’s never seen your ass nearly on full display like that before.

And the way you bent down to get the milk from the refrigerator? He had to immediately avert his eyes before he got extremely hard at seeing the outline of your cunt beneath your underwear. But as he looked back at you after, he couldn’t help but notice the marks that were littered on your throat, making him visibly upset.

“Oh god no not Juyeon! I uh- well…” Before you could even continue, Juyeon suddenly appears in the room.

“Here are the books we need for our research on- oh! Hey!” Juyeon smiles at you. “You sleep well last night?”

“Y-yeah I did.” Your cheeks blush, suddenly becoming very aware at the fact of how exposed you are right now. “I gotta go. Talk later okay? Bye Juyeon and… Sangyeon.” You rush to get the two coffee mugs on the counter and head back to Hyunjae’s room. As soon as you close the door Juyeon turns to Sangyeon, whose eyes never left your figure ever since you walked in the kitchen.

“She’s a loud one I'll tell you that.” Juyeon says to Sangyeon as he lays the books on the table.

“Excuse me?” Sangyeon’s eyebrows pinch together.

“I mean, that must be a good thing right? She’s always loud whenever she’s inside Hyunjae’s room. Means he’s really taking care of her if you know what I mean” Juyeon smirks.

“H-hyunjae?” Sangyeon’s eyes widen.

“Yeah! Oh sorry, I forgot to tell you he’s my roommate. Anyway, yeah he always gets her making these really pretty noises. It happens so often that it doesn’t bother me at all. If only I find someone like that too.” Juyeon sighs

“Aren’t you two like best friends or something? Doesn’t she tell you where she goes?”

“No… She hasn’t.” Sangyeon mutters under his breath.

At first Sangyeon thought Juyeon was the reason why you were here, but now knowing it was Hyunjae and what Juyeon had accidentally revealed made him ball his fists together. The veins in his neck slowly popping as he clenched his jaw.

As you close the door behind you, you immediately put down the coffee mugs on the bedside table and sit at the edge of the bed, your eyes wide as ever as you internally freak out from the unexpected encounter with Sangyeon in the kitchen.

“Hey you.” You feel two arms wrap around your waist and a kiss on your shoulder.

“Hey…” Your voice shakes as you stare at the window in front of you.

“Did you make coffee for the two of us? You’re so sweet.” Hyunjae kisses your neck as he leans his chin on your shoulder.

“We have a problem.” You blurt.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Hyunjae sits up and tries to get you to face him.

“Sangyeon he’s- he’s outside in the fucking kitchen and oh god- he must’ve seen my ass and all the marks you left on my neck!” You quickly say.

“Woah woah slow down I just woke up.” Hyunjae rubs his eyes. “Say that again?”

It takes a while for Hyunjae to process everything you’ve just said, but he grins as an idea suddenly pops into his head. Before you know it, Hyunjae quickly pulls you towards him and immediately has you under him, making you squeal from the sudden action.

“Hyunjae what are you doing?!” You loudly whisper.

“Breakfast! I’m starving…”

Before you could even ask what he meant Hyunjae’s lips are on your neck as he litters your skin with kisses. His hands sneak their way beneath your shirt and immediately grab your breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking at your sensitive buds as you impulsively let out a moan.

“Oh fuck…” You groan as your fingers thread through his hair. It was like a switch suddenly turned off inside your head because now you can only think about Hyunjae.

“God can’t wait to taste you.” Hyunjae whispers against your ear as his fingers start pulling down your underwear. “Relax baby, let me do all the work.” Hyunjae grips the hem of your shirt and pulls it up enough to expose your breasts, the sound of his groan seeing your bare chest making your core pulse in excitement.

He wastes no time and immediately latches his lips onto your nipple, sucking it slowly as one hand rolls your other nipple between his fingers while the other cups your mound before running his fingers between your slick folds.

“You’re so fucking wet, is this all for me?” He whispers against your mouth. You nod your instead and let out a small whimper.

“C’mon now, need to hear you say it baby.”

“Y-yes… All for you.” You mumble.

He slowly runs his fingers in-between your folds, teasingly letting them get caught in your entrance before running them up to circle your clit. Every touch he leaves always has you brain dead in seconds. It was amazing how quick he remembered what you liked, and how well he observed the way you responded to his touch.

Now you finally understood why all his past conquests would never shut up about him.

“That’s a good girl.” He coos. Your back arches at how he expertly rubs the tips of fingers against your bud, your core throbbing when he stares right into your soul as he licks your essence on his fingers.

“Let me make you feel really good okay?” Hyunjae kisses your lips before slowly kissing his way from your neck all the way to your inner thighs. He playfully nips at your soft skin, making you yelp before he licks the spot to sooth any pain.

“So beautiful…” Hyunjae brings two fingers to spread your folds apart, admiring the way your slick glistens in the light. He’s not even that close and he can already taste your sweet sweet essence in his mouth from the smell alone.

“Hyunjae… please…” You beg, feeling his hot breath so close to your core. And without hesitation, he licks a fat stripe between your folds. The way he darts the tip of his tongue and traces it along your pussy as you spiraling.

Hyunjae latches his lips onto you, licking and sucking your sensitive bud as his hands grab the back of your thighs and pulls them over to his shoulder, further burying his face against your cunt. He subconsciously inserts two fingers in your entrance, making you arch your back further. Nothing but the sound of slurping, groaning, and endless moaning fills the room as you pull onto his hair. Hyunjae grips onto your thighs further, locking you in as he subconsciously grinds his hips onto the mattress seeking that needed friction on his member.

Your moans and the way you chant his name like a prayer are heard through the door. Though muffled, it was nearly echoing through the whole apartment. And it was especially ringing through Sangyeon’s ears as if he was inside in that room with you.

Sangyeon taps his foot anxiously as he tries to unclench his tightened jaw. If you could see him right now, there would be steam coming out from his nostrils like a raging bull from how pissed off he is at the moment.

The entire scenario confuses him deeply. While he should be mad at the fact he can hear what you’re up to, he is just a man after all. His crotch area starts to tighten beneath his jeans, making it uncomfortable for him to sit properly.

He really wishes it was his name that you were moaning to instead of Hyunjae’s. Wishing he was the reason for those angelic sounds, wishing he was loving you the way he should’ve. Regret starting to invade his mind as he continues to hear your voice behind the door. All of this wouldn’t have happened if he had just told you the truth about that night instead of running away like a coward.

“I-I’m cumming!”

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Hyunjae emphasizes.

As soon as Sangyeon heard both of your muffled voices, he snapped. He immediately got up from the chair, hastily gathered his things from the table, and rushed out of the apartment slamming the front door in the process. He couldn’t stand staying for another second and the high chance of seeing the both of you come out of that room at the same time.

‘Left, can’t focus at your place. Let’s meet by the cafe near school instead.’

Sangyeon hits send to Juyeon before throwing his phone to the side in his car. His fingers rushing to unbuckle his belt and free his aching member from his jeans and take care of his “problem” right then and there before heading to the cafe.

While you came down from your high, you both hear the front door of the apartment slam. The loud sound suddenly bringing you back to reality that Sangyeon was outside the whole time Hyunjae was eating you out and probably heard you both loud and clear.

“Oh shit Hyunjae I think he’s still-”

“Don’t worry, he’s gone.” Hyunjae lifts his head and looks at your with a mischievous grin on his face, a sheen of your essence coating his lips.

“How did you know?” you look back at him confused.

“Again, Juyeon does not give a fuck. Who else would be slamming doors while you scream my name?” You slap Hyunjae’s arm while a loud laugh erupts from his throat.

“You ass, you did that on purpose!” Your eyes widen, suddenly feeling embarrassed to look at Hyunjae.

“But you loved it anyway.” Hyunjae kisses your inner thigh before getting up and hovering above you, his incredibly hard bulge slightly nudging your core.

He leans down to kiss you and gives the back of your thigh a good slap, making you gasp at the sudden sting on your skin.

“Now c’mon, on your knees sweetheart. Wanna see you come on my cock this time.”

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tbzhub · 8 months

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Just Go Fuck Him

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: Hyunjae moves back into his childhood home and old feelings and memories come up.

Warnings: MDNI, reader has scars, brief mention of childhood trauma, brief mention of surgeries, flashbacks, a smidge negative self-talk, hyunjae is the rizzler, smut... creampie, pet names, yada yada

Rating / Genre: M, neighbor au, childhood crush au, fluff?, slight angst (it’s really not THAT bad), lots of pining

WC: 8K (2K+ words for the smut scenes)

Artist Note: @everynewiee Enjoy! Special thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this and giving me the best fucking commentary. You're a gem and I probably would not have posted this if you hadn't stroked my ego. Love youuuuuu. If there's a typo I'll get to it eventually

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The living room was quiet in its typical offputting fashion as you sat around with your parents; no one saying anything as there were no conversations to be had and nothing playing on the television since no one would pay attention anyway, a phone captivating its user as everyone sat in their respective places. Any interaction at this point would feel almost disrespectful and annoying, disrupting the usual routine of your and your parent’s day.

Your favorite place to cocoon was on the right side of the sofa, wrapped in a plush blanket while you doom-scrolled until you eventually needed to walk the dogs. This is how your days were spent since your college graduation, making your parents the only ones on the block who weren’t empty nesters. Maybe that explained why you never went out— there was no one to go out with. Everyone else seemed to blossom rapidly, moving away and starting lives too hectic to return to their childhood homes on a regular basis while you sat at home, wrapped in blankets, feeling left behind.

Feeling left behind wasn’t inherently a negative thing, though— and it wasn’t really a feeling either. Acknowledgment: that’s what you’d describe this part of your life as— the acknowledgment of being a late bloomer, the acceptance of being the last flower waiting to bloom. The last person to leave the nest, as some would say, and that fact was totally okay with you because, in truth, it was okay for you to spend your days the way you pleased. There was no reason to run out and chase after what everyone else was doing just to keep up, to avoid loneliness at the risk of getting hurt.

Maybe it wasn’t just an acknowledgment; perhaps being a flower that’s yet to bloom guaranteed safety from a world so wide with new people who didn’t know you and old people who’d changed so much that you didn’t know them at all. You certainly weren’t close with anyone that you’d grown up with, and when you’d run into them at the odd holiday party that you were forced to attend, that fact was always highlighted awkwardly and sometimes painfully. There’s something to be said about standing silently in a circle full of adults that you used to run around outside with as a child, as wild stories are passed around, and accomplishments are one upped by additional accomplishments. You’ve watched enough cliques coalesce in real time, cliques that you were a part of as a child but somehow couldn’t squeeze into as an adult… and to say the least, it gets old. Thus, you cocooned, you doom-scrolled, and you became content with the silent life you’d curated with your parents.

So the living room is as quiet as it always was, and the day would drone on as it always did, and you’d be just fine not rocking the boat until it was time to go to bed and do it all over again tomorrow.

But sometimes the boat needs to be rocked, and the loud knock that’s heard does the trick in making your mom flinch in her seat, and your father crane his neck to the rather unexpected sound.

You, on the other hand, do not react because a knock at the door— regardless of how foreign, is never for you. The shifting of your parents getting out of their seats and the creaking of the floorboards underneath their feet does nothing to pull you away from your phone because, again, no one is knocking on the door for you, and you’d never entirely inherited your nan's natural curiosity.

It’s not until your mom comes back into the living room with her head peeking out from behind the foyer wall as she calls out your name that you finally get up from your favorite spot on the couch. The action is done begrudgingly, but your mom swears someone is here to visit you, and her smile is vast, so at the very least, you would appease your mom and be polite.

The thing about people-pleasing was that you never knew where you’d end up. You could set out to be polite to some unexpected guest to appease your mother and end up staring face-to-face with your childhood fucking crush. This wasn’t hypothetical; this was actually happening, and you were currently wearing drab black sweatpants.

He says hi first, hugging you at the front door as your parents invite him in for tea, and you stand there looking like a fucking idiot troll whose soul has just left their body. Specifically, you were internally screaming as you said hello and tried not to look like you were combing through your hair with your fingers.

“It’s been so long, Hyunjae. How’s your mom?” Your mom asks as she heads into the kitchen to start the kettle, and you look down at your hands as he responds to her.

He’s still just as polite as he used to be when you were kids, and that pisses you off.

“It’s so lovely of you to visit,” you hear your dad chime in, and you want to scowl because you felt quite the opposite. Who visits someone they haven’t spoken to in well over half a decade out of the blue without even a single warning? How were you the only person put off by this rogue visitation?

“I thought you were a travel photographer. What are you doing back here?” You ask, and really, you wish you could tell him to leave because this was too much, and you could feel the memories starting to stew inside your brain. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you looked up at his ever-charming smile, and all you wanted to do was flee to your room.

“I moved back. I missed home.”

Hyunjae’s return meant your parents weren’t the only non-empty nesters anymore, which should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn’t. It makes you feel like a child again and not in a way that should feel safe or warm and fuzzy. It makes you remember your childhood with him as your next-door neighbor. It makes you remember your childhood in general, and it makes you remember all the shenanigans that the two of you got up to together. All the silly poems and doodles you’d write about him in your journal growing up start to whisper around in your mind. All the conversations you’d have in your backyards pull to the forefront of your brain. Core memories flash like you’re watching a synopsis of your life thus far when you close your eyes after turning in for the night.

You slowly began to remember just how easy it was for you to grow attached to the boy that lived next door…

Hyunjae was a few years older than you, but he was always sweet, unlike the boys his age who lived in the neighborhood. Even in your younger years, it was his kindness that really set him apart in your mind. He was one of the few older kids who played nicely with the younger kids instead of ditching or excluding them or stealing their toys.

When you fell and scraped your knee trying to ride a bike for the very first time without any training wheels, he was quick to run inside his house to get a bandaid and a small bag of ice. He had kissed your bandaid-covered knee in hopes that it would get you to stop crying, and at the time, you thought the gesture was ludicrous; he wasn’t a mom, so there was no way that he could have the ability to wipe away someone’s pain with the simple press of his lips.

That was the day that you learned it wasn’t just mothers who held such a magical power

So you were putting effort into your looks to walk the dogs now... Nothing crazy— just making sure your hair wasn’t frizzy and that your clothes weren’t wrinkled before you left the house. You hadn’t run into Hyunjae yet, but it was bound to happen, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard when it did.

The dogs were slower than usual to round the block this afternoon, but you didn’t mind, enjoying the album you were listening to as you admired the cotton candy-like clouds dashed across the beautiful pale blue sky. For someone who spent such a massive chunk of their time indoors, you really did appreciate being outside.

Apparently Hyunjae felt the same way. You saw him outside for the first time since he came back, sitting on his front porch with a camera in his hands as he presumably took shots of the sky above. This was perfect actually. You could skitter by unnoticed. With your headphones over your ears and a fancy digital camera concealing most of his face, there should be this shared agreement that deterred one from interrupting the other for the sake of exchanging pleasantries.

As you move closer, your house getting more prominent in your field of view, you’re reminded that dogs don’t give a fuck about made-up social contracts. Yours pull on their leashes to get to Hyunjae, one barking, and that’s enough to steal the man’s attention away from snapping the shutter.

Damn. Your streak of avoidance shattered.

He smiles when he sees it’s you and waves with the most earnest expression on his face, and for a brief moment, you forget how to walk like an able-bodied person, legs feeling like mush and mind going blank as his inviting eyes settle on you and your dogs.

“One foot in front of the other. Smile like a sane person. Don’t let him sense his sheer power over you.”

You repeat the mantra in your mind as you let your dogs pull you closer to him, nearing his front porch with bated breath and a weak smile. It's those wooden steps at the entrance of his house that get you, the ones that harbored far too many sweet core memories. As you sit beside him on the landing, you can’t help but think of every single time that you’ve sat here in the past.

“Hey,” He says, wrapping his arm around you briefly in a friendly, one-armed hug before he sets his fancy digital camera far away from the dogs’ reach.

Your hello is soft and shy, but you didn’t stutter at the physical touch, so you’d consider that a small win.

“So you came home just to take pictures of the sky?”

He snorts at your question, “I already told you why…

“I got tired of the world at large. Plus, there’s more than enough beauty around here. The familiar things deserve to be photographed, too.” He admits simply– as if the sentiment is genuine common knowledge. He’s smiling down at you, and for a second, maybe it was a delusion, but you honestly felt like he was talking about you specifically.

“Watch. I’ll show you what I mean.”

He reaches out for his camera and begins to snap pictures of your dogs, petting them and scratching behind their ears. One of your dogs must secretly be a Hyunjae simp because he can capture her dopey smile perfectly.

You silently watch as he goes through the pictures, his smile widening, and he leans close to show you the one that must have tugged at his heartstrings. It’s a picture of your dog, face cradled in Hyunjae’s large hand, her eyes practically shining with glee, and she has the cutest doggy smile to match.

You giggle, face breaking into perhaps its first genuine smile in such a long time. “This is perfect. I have to show Mom. I’d love a copy if you don’t mind?”

When you look up from the camera, you notice just how close you are, invading his personal space unwittingly, and a blush rises in your cheeks as you quickly lean away to create some tangible distance.

He only hums in agreement before shutting his camera off again and making eye contact with you. “I’ll send you a copy later tonight. Has your number changed?”

When you finally get home, your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and the spring in your step is undeniable. You let the dogs off their leashes and put away your headphones before practically skipping to your bedroom.

You flop on your bed, feeling weightless and energized from the crumb of interaction... This could become a problem, an addiction— could a person become addicted to another person? Regardless of the answer, you squealed in bed, covering your face in your hands as you let every single positive emotion flood through your body. Your legs kick in the air, and you feel giddy, high on the love and infatuation of a crush a decade in the making.

Oh, you were so fucking doomed. Hyunjae needed to either move away or express his intent to marry you as soon as possible because every feeling you’d shoved down had come back in full force, plus interest.

A knock on your bedroom door makes you freeze mid-tizzy, and as the door creaks open, it's your mom’s head that peeks into your room, and the smile that graces her lips looks nearly childlike. She wanted to gossip, you could tell.

“I saw you sitting over at the Lee’s. It’s been so long since I've seen you two sit outside on his porch steps like that.” She says, and immediately, your face goes blank. Any traces of giddiness is sucked right out of you in exchange for bashfulness.

Vibe ruined. You felt so exposed.

“What? I’m happy. You two used to be so close growing up, and he was such a sweet kid. It’s just nice to see…” she trails off before finally taking the hint and leaving you alone to writhe in your newfound angst and embarrassment.

Your mom was right, though. You spent ample time on the Lee’s front porch growing up.

When everyone had gotten old enough to where the playing field was level, and the neighborhood kids could all get off the school bus together, it was common to hang out in a large group after school. Sometimes, this entailed sitting around and talking. Still, most of the time, this led to adventuring around the block and getting into what could only be labeled as dumb, child-appropriate shenanigans.

It didn’t take long for you to bow out of these afternoon activities in exchange for seclusion, sat at your front door doing your homework, reading a book, or maybe drawing. You didn’t want to partake in what everyone else was doing.

Hyunjae had been the one to start the unspoken tradition by randomly sitting on his porch one day instead of running out to play with everyone else. You noticed him outside, but your head is inside a book about horses, and frankly, what someone else did on their porch was none of your adolescent business.

But that day, he called you over, asking if you wanted to sit with him, and when you explained that you were reading a book, he was quick to respond, saying the same thing.

“We don’t have to talk. Just sit next to me.” That was his persuasive pitch, and it worked.

That day, you sat side by side on his front porch steps, one reading a picture book about horses and the other reading a Spiderman comic book. When he noticed you struggling to sound out an unfamiliar word, he broke the comfortable silence to help you.

That's how it started, the many sessions of keeping each other company on his wooden steps. That’s probably the true catalyst of your friendship, him calling you over and you obliging his request, sitting side by side on wooden steps instead of running around with the other neighborhood kids.

Gradually, this evolved from a mini reading club to you bringing art supplies over to paint together, him helping you with your math homework when it got tough, or even him simply reading a chapter of his library books to you with your head laid against his shoulder, eyes closed as you pictured the fictitious world that Hyunjae was describing to you.

The Lee’s front porch steps slowly became a second home to you, and as you both grew up, experiencing life in new and complicated ways, sometimes the only thing that helped you get by was sitting on those steps with Hyunjae by your side.

The coming days felt slow; your typical routine of couch cocooning left you unsatisfied, and you found yourself counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until you could walk your dogs outside. Which was silly because you were a grown adult; you didn't need to find an excuse to go out… but you did want an excuse to run into Hyunjae again.

Which again— you were a grown adult, and you could take life by the balls and knock on his front door, say hi, and invite yourself in. You weren't going to do that, but at the very least, you acknowledged that plan as a viable option: baby steps and all that.

In your defense, though, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself, and you were scared. So much has changed over the years since you’d last appropriately spoken. You had so many unanswered questions, and you felt like the elephant in the room, the elephant that you’d birthed, still hadn't been addressed… You didn’t think that you’d earned the right to rogue, unannounced visitations in the same way that Hyunjae did.

As of right now, you are settling on the waiting game. Hyunjae sent you the picture of your dog, just as he’d promised, but you haven't seen him outside since. At this point, the ball was in the universe’s court, and you hoped to be favored kindly.

Today, you decided to bring your pinning to a different location, settling on cleaning your bedroom instead of wistfully thinking about Hyunjae as you stared out your living room windows. You would give your room a real deal deep clean; organize and clean out your closet, vacuum, feather dust, wipe down your bedroom windows, and toss out anything that hadn’t been used in three years— the works.

You were moving through these tasks with music on blast, shimmying and singing along while you harbored a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. No area was safe for dirt or dust in your room. You were intent on cleaning until your room was interior design magazine-level spotless, and the next inanimate victim was your window. You pushed back the curtains and drew the blinds to reveal the dusty glass pane.

Wow, this should get done more often.

You attacked the window pane with cleaning spray and started wiping, swaying to the beat of the bass-heavy song that played through your speakers, and soon you're doing more dancing than wiping. You get lost in the song, singing into the window as if you were in a music video as you run the cleaning cloth over the glass like it was a prop.

Then you notice Hyunjae standing in his bedroom window, and you halt. How long had he stood there? How much of your theatrics had he witnessed? You remove your hand from the glass, and your face twists up in humiliation.

He crosses his arms, eyebrows arching upwards, but the rest of his expression seems impassive before he finally bursts into a fit of laughter, causing you to do the same. Your embarrassment dissipates as he claps his hands to applaud you for such a lovely showcase, and you playfully bow.

This moment wasn’t the first time that one of you has gotten caught being weird in the recesses of your bedrooms by the other, but it’s been so long that you can’t help but giggle. Some things really don’t change, and you’re glad that, at this point, getting caught by Hyujnae feels the same way as it did when you were younger. No judgment, just a short shock of embarrassment followed by playfulness and laughter shared between good friends.

Hyunjae’s been back home for over a month now, and you were still… dragging your feet when it came to acknowledging the obvious. You were being stubborn, and you were starting to annoy your mother. She, so badly, wanted to play matchmaker. Yet, you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, insisting for the nth time that you did not like Hyunjae and that he did not like you. She’d roll her eyes and drop the matter, but she always muttered something under her breath. Then you’d act like you didn't hear, just like she’d act like you hadn’t spewed such a bald-faced lie.

You did like him, though. You more than liked him, and that’s what startled you most. To want someone in so many ways... The concept was so new to you, and Hyunjae made pining over him refreshing.

There were parts of it that were innocent and parts that felt like carnal desire. You wanted to talk to Hyunjae every day like you used to— to spend time with him every day, just like when you were kids. There was this familiarity in his presence that was soothing, and yet most days, he left you feeling drunk off the feelings and needs that you’d developed for him.

He was sweet, and he made you laugh, but at his baseline? Hyunjae was a flirt that left you flustered all the time.

It’s the looks he gives you, the curve at the corner of his lips when he’d notice you short-circuit from one of his sly compliments, or the intense eye contact he’d give you while you spoke. It was the way he’d playfully nudge you as you sat beside him on his porch steps, and it was most definitely the cheeky smile he'd flash at you when he was jogging around the block with his shirt off. With all of that, you were starting to look at him differently, and you found yourself appreciating him in ways that you’d never paid attention to before.

When had he gotten so irresistibly attractive? Has he always been this undeniably sexy?

He’d gotten stronger, bulkier. It only took a few shameless glances in his direction while he was outside, gearing up for a run, to notice just how toned he was. His back muscles were lean. His arms looked so firm… like he could protect you with them or wrap them around you as he drilled nothing but raw pleasure into your body. The thought alone made you shiver, and it was becoming damn near impossible to look at him in a friendly way. Exceptionally not with his lips so perfectly crafted. He had lips that could easily hypnotize you— and they did often. You’d try your hardest to focus on his words just to fantasize about how sweet and kissable his lips were.

Right now, you were stuck between reality and a daydream as you stood outside listening to Hyunjae speak. You’d crossed paths as he was coming in from a late evening jog, and you were heading out to walk the dogs. You watched the way his tongue ran along his bottom lip slowly, and then your eyes began to trail down past his bare chest. Before you could fall deeper into your thoughts, heat spread across your chin, and your face got tilted upward for you to meet Hyunjae’s gaze.

“Like what you see?” He guesses, calling you out playfully, and your reaction time is slow to it all.

You barely register getting caught as you focus on the sudden physical contact, the way his hand cups your chin firmly, and the warmth that his fingers provide to your skin. His touch lingers as you stare up at him with a facial expression displaying nothing but need. How could such a simple gesture cause you to buckle so intensely? If you tried to speak right away, you might let out a moan.

You have to take a step back to regain your composure, and your hand tightens around the leash that you're holding.

Fuck.

For a moment, you’d even forgotten all about your dogs. They needed a walk, and here you were eye fucking Hyunjae outside his childhood home. Your words are mumbled and short as you try to slink away, stepping to the side to get around him on the sidewalk.

“My bad.”

That’s all you could say. It was the lamest thing to come out of your mouth in a while, but your dogs could be your escape from such an awkward situation.

His hand grabs your wrist, though, stopping you from completing one of your little vanishing acts. You can barely hear him over your rapidly beating heart. All you can make out is that he’ll text you when to come over, and there's something else about going for a drive.

Hyunjae kept taking casual side glances your way while you sat together in his car. No one was talking, and you could tell he was gearing up to say something ridiculous. The smirk that graced his mouth was your leading indicator, and the suspense killed you. The lull in your conversation only heightened your anticipation as you tried to relax into the passenger seat, sitting silently and with thick tension.

“You never answered my question, you know.” His words come out so nonchalant that you nearly misunderstand him.

But you could play coy, too, so you take a long sip from your drink to keep him waiting.

“Hm?”

The eye roll he gives you is comical and dramatic, and he feigns offense as his hand covers his heart.

“You forgot that fast? Wow, dude. Check me out, and then forget all about it. I feel used.” Even as the words pass his lips, he’s smiling, his eyes creasing, and the rise of his cheekbones are very telling. Hyunjae just loved to see you squirm in the hot seat.

“I don’t know what— did you just call me dude?” His phrasing finally registers, and you scoff. Was this a date, or did you just get painfully friendzoned?

His eyebrows quirk upward, and the smirk along his lips turns devilish momentarily as he hums, eyes intently on your own.

“I’m sorry. Would you prefer something more forward? I could call you baby… there's also babe, angel, sunshine. Buttercup if we’re feeling frisky. Darling is a favorite of mine, but anything’s on the table, really.”

Your nose scrunches up at his blatant teasing. The man was straight up toying with your emotions. “Just f-forget about it.”

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.”

His words bounce around the car before striking straight through you. The cup in your hand clatters clumsily into its holder as you drop it.

So much for keeping it cool.

“Ooooh, so that’s the one. I’ll remember that.” He says through a chuckle and a smug grin as he reclines further in his seat.

“You know you didn’t have to bring me all the way out here to tease me. You were doing a pretty good job from the comfort of your own home.”

You tried to sound dry and aloof, but you started to buzz with anticipation. The feelings that you’d kept hidden, albeit poorly, would be pushed and prodded to the surface, thanks to Hyunjae and his charming smile.

“That’s not why I brought you out here. I actually wanted to talk. I’ve missed you.” He admits, reaching out to touch your shoulder tenderly.

“Hyunjae. We’re neighbors. You see me every day.” You assert, facial expression going deadpan as you stare back at his unwavering flirtatious gaze.

He sighs at that, mind seeming to go to a faraway place before he speaks up again.

“It’s more than that. I miss how close we used to be. We haven’t hung out alone like this since the summer before my senior year of high school. It feels like decades have passed and…

“It felt like it happened out of nowhere. It was like one day, we were close. I’d say we were best friends, and then the next day, you woke up and decided that wasn’t the case anymore. Why? What did I do?”

There was a gleam of hurt in his eyes that caused your bottom lip to jut out as guilt struck you. Hyunjae was right. You were close. He was your favorite person, and you were his. He was ever-present throughout much of your life, and then you ghosted him. You could pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, and you’d decided to stop being his friend.

You were a teenager riddled with insecurities, and instead of talking to him about it— or talking to anyone for that matter, you’d made the conscious decision to become reclusive. You thought that you needed to detach from someone that you, for the longest time, considered was your one and only gift from the universe growing up.

You purse your lips together before opening your mouth to speak, but doubt settles and seeps into your bones. “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding dumb.”

Hyunjae shrugs, “Just say it. Dumb or not. We’ll piece everything together as a team.”

His eyes were soft, and his hand went to rest on your knee, giving you all the comfort and safety that you needed to explain yourself.

“Um… obviously, I have a crush on you, right? Like, let’s move past that fact fast.” You pause to read Hyunjae’s reaction, but he only gives you a small smile while his hand reaches for yours, lacing his fingers through your own.

“A-and… I guess I knew that even back then. I mean, yeah. I had a huge fucking crush on you back then. Oh god, it was bad. It's just as bad as it is now, honestly. But when we were in high school, I started developing all these insecurities. I started noticing that other girls looked different from me. They didn’t grow up getting used to the hospital like I did. They didn’t have these long surgical scars on their legs like mine. You remember that part of my life, right? Your mom let you visit me after my first surgery when I was super young.”

Somewhere along the way, you shifted in your seat to stare out the window as you spoke, unable to hold eye contact and show vulnerability simultaneously.

“I didn’t realize it then because I was so young… I just wanted to feel better, but my body was branded with all this trauma. The scars on my thighs documented it all. It was hard going to gym class. The locker room was awful; I’d feel so insecure, and then I’d have to think about you constantly. All the girls knew you, and they’d talk about how hot you were. All. The. Time. And because I was your best friend, they’d ask me about you all the time. I was ‘popular’ but only because they wanted something from me. I couldn’t deal with it. All these beautiful girls with perfect, flawless skin constantly asked me about the guy that I’d liked for so long.

“I could not deal with another school year being seen only as the gateway to Hyunjae. I spent that summer in my room crying and wishing that things were different. That I was different, that I'd wake up and these scars would be gone. That I could finally get the guy that I’d wanted for so long… Obviously, that never happened. So I thought that if I put you and our friendship behind me, maybe I could, at the very least, move on because why would a guy like you want someone so far from perfect.”

You did it. Hyunjae is finally caught up and no longer left in the dark. All that was left to do now was listen to his response. You feel firm hands grab at your waist, and you're awkwardly pulled out of your seat until you're straddling Hyunjae’s lap.

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me, but… is that what you really think? That I wouldn’t want you because of something like that?” He’s looking up at you with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and all you can do is nod meekly.

“I hate that, you know. I hate knowing that you spent an entire summer crying, and I was right next door, and I didn’t know.” His hands fall to your thighs, squishing them in his hold gently as he processes all of this information.

“I can’t even joke about how down bad we’ve been for each other because right now I’m shocked.” He goes on, sighing heavily before chewing on his bottom lip.

“My mom raised me right. I can reassure you that I would never care about something like that. I know, all too well, how to appreciate and treat a good woman. You’ve always been beautiful to me, and you’ll continue to be. Always. No matter what. Those parts of you are gorgeous, too, because they’re a part of the bigger, breathtaking picture.

“I don’t want to miss out on any more time, okay?”

Before you can grace him with a response, his lips are on yours, and his hand is pressed against your back as he pushes your body closer to his.

It was the kind of kiss that made you realize just how lonely you’d been. Urgency and desire ran straight through your veins to pool at your center, and you felt like you were melting into the man below you. You could stay like this forever, straddling Hyunjae’s hips while your tongue collided beautifully with his. He kissed you like a thirsty man dying for a drink. Faint gasps leave your chest whenever he pulls away to breathe to dive back in and fuse his mouth with yours again.

So this is how Hyunjae’s lips feel. This is how it feels to be kissed by him.

You both become lost in the kiss, and his hands begin to roam. Warmth spreads across your lower back as one of Hyunjae’s hands snakes its way underneath your shirt to caress your skin, and a shiver flows up your spine. Your fingers tangle into his hair, anchoring yourself to this moment as your hips roll. That’s when you feel it.

“Oh.” You breathe out.

The tent in his pants nudges against you perfectly as you're coaxed into a steady grind by the firm hand pressed along your back.

“Feel good?” He asks, pulling away to look up at you with glossy lips and messy hair. Your nod is an eager one as you try to lean down, eyes closing as you search for his lips again while Hyunjae leans into you, pressing kisses to your neck instead.

You feel his free hand creep up to your thighs as you continue to chase after the friction his crotch provides. Your skirt slowly becomes bunched up, cool air hitting your thighs, and you freeze, shyness and insecurity washing over you.

“J-jae…” You stutter out in a whisper, grabbing his face in your hand to stop him from looking down.

There’s a look of understanding on his face, but you also see a glint of something else in his eyes. “Wanna come back to my place, Sweetheart? I can think of some ways to help you get comfortable.”

As promised, Hyunjae made you feel safe and comfortable. He asked for permission before peeling a new article of clothing away from your body each time. He litters soothing touches and gentle kisses to any freshly exposed skin as he gets you undressed fully. When you’re completely bare, he’s keen to comfort you, making a point of looking you in the eyes before sneaking a glance down to your chest briefly.

“Just focus on me, okay?” He says, voice as soft as cotton while his hand comes up to stroke the side of your face sweetly.

He leans back to take off his shirt, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless more than a handful of times, you can’t help the whine that leaves you. Your eyes trail down his toned torso and settle expectantly on his hands that fiddle with his jeans. You were about to learn something new about Hyunjae, and you were paying very close attention.

He was big, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to stop the moan that tries to punch out of you. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you stare blatantly at every part of him before your wide eyes finally lift to meet his gaze.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures smugly, and you roll your eyes at that.

“When did you get so cocky?” You sass through a tease as you're pushed backward onto his bedsheets.

“Don’t be jealous, Sweetheart. You’ll be full of cock soon.” He tosses back, causing you to shudder.

He hovers above you for a moment, caging your body in between his strong arms as he looks down at you with fondness in his gaze while he admires your beauty. He leans down to kiss you on the lips before moving down your body.

His lips press against every part of your body on his trek down your chest and past your stomach. When he gets to your thighs, he takes his time, closing his eyes as he kisses every spot, running his tongue along the blemishes that make you doubt yourself. He alternates his love and affection as he slots himself between your legs, nipping at one thigh before pressing a wet kiss to the other.

You feel weightless already. There's not an ounce of nervousness in your body as Hyunjae worships the parts of you that you thought you disliked the most. You felt cared for, cherished, and like you were the most enticing person in the world. The tingling sensations travel closer and closer to the apex between your thighs until you let out a gasp that quickly morphs into a whimper.

“Jae—

You're cut off by a moan as Hyunjae’s tongue swipes up your wetness in one languid motion, causing a jolt of pleasure to dash through your body. He hums into your pussy as he runs his tongue from side to side, parting your folds and tasting you hungrily before he slots your clit between his lips. You lurch forward, and he reaches one arm up to press you back into the bed, resting his hand on your stomach. He pushes your thighs farther apart with his free hand; his grip is tight around your thigh while he buries his face further into your pussy, tongue unrelenting as he sucks on your clit in tandem with the flicks of the wet muscle.

You didn’t know how to move through life after experiencing something life-altering like this. Hyunjae’s mouth made you feel unreal. His tongue could easily be labeled the 8th wonder of the world. All you could do was softly moan his name like you were reciting a prayer as he worked you over.

The bed dips as he shifts his positioning, stopping his ministrations for a minute, and when you look down, you notice just how drenched his chin is because of you, and you shyly close your legs.

“Y-you don’t have to contin—

He cuts you off by forcing your legs apart and looking up at you purposely while he settles between your thighs again.

“Why would you deny yourself something we both know you want?” He challenges, tongue sticking out to ghost over your glistening pussy, and the delicate warmth that the barely-there touch provides is enough to have you whining in need. You push his head back down, hoping he’ll just shut up and go back to town. He does, but not without having the last word.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teases, words slurred as he tries to talk between sloppy licks. His tongue remains flat as he laps at your pussy to make you fall apart.

When you seem close, with moans flowing out of you ceaselessly, he sinks into you, tongue massaging your spasming walls as he fucks you with his mouth, and that’s all you need. Your face grows hot, and you start to quiver; your thighs begin to falter, and Hyunjae has to hold them steady with his large hands as your orgasm swallows you whole.

“Oh FUCK.”

You will never be the same. Your body throbs with pleasure, and you shake through the most powerful feeling that you’ve ever encountered in your life. You’re speaking only in incoherent babbles as Hyunjae continues to tongue fuck you until the sensation is far too much for your pussy, and you have to push him away. You look up at him breathlessly, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time as you come down from such an intense finish.

“God bless you, Hyunjae.” You finally say, still twitching from your nerves getting lit on fire.

“I take it I did pretty good, hm?” He points out with the cockiest grin while he wipes his chin, coating the back of his hand in your essence. His eyes drift away from your face to check you out, and his face melts into a genuine smile.

“Your body is perfect to me, by the way. Every single part of it. Every minor detail.” He reassures, voice coated in sincerity as he trails his hand along your thigh, thumb running across a faded scar.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you turn your face away from him, with a blush peppering your cheeks. “It’s your turn…” You add, letting your legs fall open for him.

“Our turn,” He corrects as he turns your face to look up at him.

“You ready, Sweetheart?” He asks while he hovers above you, and you can feel how warm and heavy he is against you, prompting you to nod your head yes.

Hyunjae sheathes himself inside you slowly, causing you to groan blissfully as your eyes fall closed. He feels so good. The stretch is just right, and as he buries himself deep inside you, it’s like you’re being split open, but in the best way. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you adjust to his girth and length. When you finally open your eyes, you're met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“You okay, Darling?” You ask in a teasing whisper while you take in Hyunjae’s state. He looks tense, his teeth are abusing his bottom lip, and for shits and giggles, you clench around him and he hisses.

“You’re incredibly tight.” He says through gritted teeth before he exhales. He rears back, his eyes flutter closed for a moment, and you hear him curse under his breath.

“I-it’s like your pussy is choking my cock…” He mumbles before he leans down to kiss your neck and tries to press forward again. You hear him whimper softly, and it’s the most alluring sound you’ve ever heard, and it's all because of you.

“I feel good?”

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He praises through a pant.

His hips start to roll against yours as he finds a steady pace to fuck you with, and soon his bedroom is filled with a mixture of moans and skin slapping against skin. His body weight presses you further into the bedsheets, and you feel like you’re being surrounded by love and warmth as every fantasy that you’ve ever had comes true.

Hyunjae’s strong body lays flush on top of yours, and his fingers lace through yours while he rocks into you harder with precise movements. His other arm goes under your body to tilt your pelvis upward as he begins hitting you at a new angle that pulls a cry out of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, needing him closer and deeper as you’re fucked into oblivion. Each powerful thrust has you sliding up the sheets, and your pussy clamps down on him whenever his cock drags out of you. You felt stuffed, filled to the brim, and you missed him when he reared back, leaving you nearly empty for half a second at a time.

Praises were mumbled against your skin while he plunged into you. You had the best pussy. You were doing a good job; you’re taking him so well. You felt incredible. Hyunjae’s words sent you to the edge, and all you could do was gasp and moan as you came undone. Your walls flutter and spasm as you arch your back, screaming his name out for the neighborhood to hear.

“J-Jae,” you whimper, lip trembling as Hyunjae molds your body to his fat cock.

“I know, Sweetheart… Relax and enjoy it.” He coos softly, coaching you through your second orgasm.

His hips don’t slacken; they do the opposite, speeding up as he hammers the sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly until something inside you snaps. You writhe underneath him, and your fingers tighten around his own as you fall into bliss. Hyunjae’s eyes are glued to your face as your mouth drops open, and a long, drawn-out groan leaves your body.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going.” He says through a grunt as he starts to chase his high.

He shifts, lifting you into his arms while his cock stays buried inside you. You're positioned upright, body going limp against his muscular thighs as he continues to drill into you, massaging your walls at a merciless pace. One large bicep stays wrapped around your waist, and his free hand snakes between you both to rub against your clit as if he could get you to cum a third time. You’re just a brainless lump of whimpers at this point as your head rests against his sweaty chest.

“I’m close, Sweetheart. I know you can do it again, come on, baby.” He pleaded, voice ragged as his thrusts turned desperate.

His moans get more prominent, and when you look up to meet his gaze, Hyunjae looks fucked out beyond belief, lips parted, and hair a disaster on top of his head. You muster up enough energy to kiss him on the lips, swallowing all his pretty noises and whimpering against his plush lips. You feel his hips stutter. Then heat spreads inside you, and you shake as he fills you with cum while you experience another earth-shattering orgasm.

You're both tired and sticky. The bed sheets are hardly halfway on the bed, twisted onto one side, but neither of you seems to care. You collapse onto the bare mattress with Hyunjae’s cock still hidden inside you. When he finally pulls out, your dripping pussy adds to the mess on his bed. He lays down beside you, immediately pulling you in for a cuddle.

“You’re going to stay here, right?” He asks, looking down at you with a hopeful gleam.

“Of course. Even if I wanted to go home, I couldn’t deal with a walk of shame right now. My legs don’t work. I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon when I have to walk the dogs.” You answer through a giggle.

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Love Me Right | Ju Haknyeon

summary: perhaps you and your best friend Haknyeon were destined to be lovers after all

pairing: best friend Haknyeon x f!reader

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst & suggestive (only in the beginning)

warnings: bad breakup & arguing (with ex), lust (slightly)

word count: 3,530

a/n: me? writing fluff? unheard of 🤪 jokes i'm usually much better at writing angst/crime fics, but our precious boy hakkie deserves a sweet fluff fic 🥺 i love him sm he's literally my fav comfort person ever, and yes he is my bias wrecker alongside hyunjae lmao 🤧 hope you guys enjoyed this! 🫶🏻🩵

buzz buzz!

The alarm on your smartwatch goes off, giving you the signal that indicates the end of your shift.

It has already been 14 hours, and you stood up from your chair and did a stretch as you submitted the final report of one of the patients you had to deal with throughout the night.

You originally would’ve ended your shift 2 hours ago, if only one of the ER nurses didn’t call in sick this morning. You shrugged, it happens almost every fortnightly in your department, always being understaffed that is.

Packing up your belongings, you waved goodbye to all of your co-workers where some were just finishing up as you were while the others had just clocked in for the day and headed straight to your car.

To make matters worse, it was snowing pretty heavily as you made your way to your vehicle. You had to use your handy-dandy ice scraper to get rid of the snow that formed on the windshield and the sides of your car doors. With that, the first 10 minutes right after your shift ended were gone in the blink of an eye. You hopped into your car real quick and gave yourself a heavy sigh, hoping at least the car ride home wouldn’t be too bad.

Stepping onto your front porch, you dug into your backpack for the keys to your apartment. You wasted no time trying to unlock the door and quickly kicked your boots off as you closed the door behind you.

Making your way into the living room, you spotted the familiar figure laying down on the couch.

Your boyfriend, Daniel.

At the beginning of your relationship, the two of you would gladly wait for each other to arrive back home and chat away about how the day’s been for both parties. Now, getting a “welcome home” from your partner is already better than nothing.

However, tonight was different as you muttered those two words to your boyfriend laying down on the couch. Instead of responding, he stood up with his back facing you and muttered a deep “we need to talk” right back at you.

Already exhausted from your shift, you so badly wanted to ask him to save it till morning when both of you are in much better shape, but that won’t happen tonight as he wasted no time trying to make his way to you.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. This relationship we’ve been having? I don’t see the spark nor commitment no more.”

“Please Daniel, what are you trying to imply here-”

“You work for 12 hours straight each day, God. Sometimes even more than that. I’m off to work while you’re asleep, and you're only back in the house during the wee hours of midnight. What happened to us spending quality time as a couple?”

Your boyfriend certainly had a point there. It has been months since the both of you truly had a good bonding time with one another. As work started piling up for you, you had to always sadly turn down the multiple ideas of your boyfriend’s well-planned dates and vacations.

Of course, he’d be frustrated and sad. But it was also his responsibility to understand your situation here. You’re a nurse gosh darn it, and he should know damn well how whenever duty calls, you can never say no. That is what he agreed with when you both started your relationship 3 years ago.

But apparently, the spark that the two of you have been sharing for the several years you both had up till now, has been completely burnt out.

“Let’s end this, Y/N.”

To say that you were in tears would be an understatement.

Hell, you have been bawling your eyes out for the past 2 hours and breaking down in your living room as your boyfriend left your shared apartment after a heated argument.

You kept blaming yourself, for how much you have ruined this once so-called perfect relationship you have built with your now current ex. Everyone around you said that you both were perfect for one another, that you both were a match made in heaven and the wedding invitations are bound to arrive at your friends and relatives' doorstep in another 2 to 3 years' time.

Including your best friend, Ju Haknyeon.

Feeling weak and vulnerable, you desperately needed a warm embrace, and to hear some comforting words from someone who cares about you deeply.

It was now 3 in the morning, and there was only one place you know that you’ll be accepted in.

You stood right outside of the door that reads Apartment 309.

You knew this apartment from the back of your mind. The drive route from your apartment, even up to the passcode or where the extra pair of keys are hidden on the front porch.

Instead of trying to open the door on your own, the owner of the apartment has already been expecting your arrival and they were the ones welcoming you at the front door instead.

The brunette male, wearing a white t-shirt with black sweatpants, opened up the door for you. His eyes widen as he examines your red swollen eyes, puffy cheeks, and a wet soaked nurse uniform you were still wearing.

Before he could ask you what happened, you were pushing the male into the apartment while slamming the door shut with your leg. Guiding him all the way to his bedroom and pinning him down on his bed. You climbed over him and were about to kiss him right on the lips.

What was going on in your mind? Has the break-up made you feel a sudden surge of lust towards your best friend? Desperately wanting a hug and a kiss to see if it could make you feel better or at least forget about your ex.

But the male was clearly stronger than you were and he turned the tables over within seconds, and now you’re the one who’s being pinned down on the bed instead.

“Y/N, what is this all about?”

With that one sentence, you then broke down into tears again, leading the male to pull you up and hold you tight against his embrace.

It’s been a while since Haknyeon has witnessed you in such a fragile state, the last time probably being in college when you and your ex were going through some tremulous times to fight against all odds in order to be together.

And he hated it. Hated how vulnerable you were at that moment. He hated seeing you cry the most.

Especially when he still had feelings for you after all these years.

After calming down for a bit, you finally fill Haknyeon in with all that has happened the past few hours prior. You can’t help but to sob and sniffle from time to time and Haknyeon manages to wipe away your tears and calm you down each time.

Without having much thought, you blurted out “Haknyeon, be my boyfriend” right there and then.

Deep down you know very well that this was your best friend’s dream for the longest time, and he would definitely be delighted to accept the offer.

Or will he?

What you didn’t expect was the straight rejection he gave you right after you said that.

“Why not Haknyeon? You’ve had your eyes on me and loved me since day one of high school. Isn’t it always your dream to date me?”

“Y/N. I love you with all my heart. Hell, I would give up anything if it’s for you and to make you the happiest girl alive. But not like this.”

Haknyeon then lets you out of his embrace and cups both of his hands on your cheeks, staring deep into your eyes.

“I want you to love me when you’re at your best. I want you to truly see the man that I am, and how much I’ve grown. I want you to truly make up your mind because I will not let you go when you’ve decided to begin a relationship with me. I want you to love me right.”

You have been crashing at Haknyeon’s apartment most weekends for the past two months, and he couldn’t be happier if it makes you feel better.

During the weekdays though, Haknyeon would make the effort to come to visit you instead while bringing you the best take-out meals from all of his favourite restaurants in town. Your best friend clearly does not mess with food.

Knowing how messed up your eating schedule was, he has even taken the initiative to plan out your diet.

No consuming those nasty junk food when you’re already low on sleep.

You’d constantly be reminded of your bestie’s words every single time you’re about to head to the drive-thru at Mcdonald's at two in the morning after your shift at the hospital.

Tonight was different though as your manager informs you that you get to finish your shift way earlier than your usual post, as your department is getting a handful of transferred nurses from the capital. That was good news especially how your hospital has been understaffed for like two to three years now.

And that 2 - 3 years had to be the time when you were with your ex.

You shook off the negative thoughts you had in mind and quickly got out your phone to text Haknyeon about you coming home early for the night.

You were certain he was definitely on his phone when you sent the message because it took him less than a minute to give you a reply.

Hakkie 🐷: sweets!! I’ve had a big night planned ahead of us, can’t wait to see you at home 😊

You can’t help but smile at the message, thinking about how cute he was at times when he was all giddy and excited, which makes you wonder if you both are really the same age at all.

Your co-worker noticed your excitement and how a big sincere smile was plastered all across your face. It has been a while since you’ve been this jovial anyways.

“You got a date tonight?” She nudges your shoulder while giving you a wink.

Smiling back at your co-worker, you looked back down at your phone staring right at the newly changed picture your friend has chosen for his iMessage profile.

“I guess you can say that.”

“Woah Haknyeon, what on earth have you done with your apartment?”

You were astounded by what your best friend has done. The entire living room has been cleared out and Haknyeon took the largest blanket he owned and turned it into a fort. A comfy throw was laid out nicely on the floor with pillows scattered above it. As a finishing touch, fairy lights were hung around the blanket to give it that true cosy movie night experience.

“You sure are an ambitious young man.” You replied.

“Since when have you ever gotten off work this early Y/N, I’d say this calls for a celebration, and of course thank heavens that tomorrow is the weekend!!”

“Okay okay, kiddo. What are we watching tonight?”

“Big Mouth, the infamous K-drama everyone’s been talking about recently.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, both you and I are huge fans of crime shows, and we love Im Yoon-ah, so I’d say it’s a win-win situation!”

“More like you are the one who’s obviously obsessed with her.” You protested.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your bestie's enthusiastic comment. Eventually, you gave in and decided to make yourself comfy. Haknyeon went ahead and made some warm honey butter tteokbokki in his so-called best portable pot that he owned. Of course, a comfy night movie wouldn’t be complete without a warm mug of cinnamon latte according to the food master himself.

You never expected to have enjoyed the drama this much as it’s been such a long time since you've been to the cinemas, let alone watched a tv series or show at home. You missed this feeling of excitement as you engross yourself in the show’s plot, and of course, having someone to share the same experience with you in the same room.

As the show progressed, you can’t help but have tears well up in your eyes whenever a sad or frustrating scene appears on the screen. Haknyeon notices your demeanour and quietly puts an arm around your shoulder. Naturally, you decided to lay your head down on his shoulder. None of you said anything but just enjoyed this little comforting moment you both were having.

Haknyeon truly was your best friend, you definitely didn’t deserve a fine young gentleman like him.

“So where are we off to this time Mr Ju?”

It was another rare occasion where you’ve gotten a day off from work as your manager has seen all of the extra hours you’ve accumulated over the past several months.

Since the hospital wasn’t understaffed anymore, your manager has even managed to free up your Sundays from now on. It definitely has improved your physical and mental health as compared to your previous self when you were working 14-hour shifts straight for 7 days a week.

Your best friend was beyond ecstatic to find out that you’re free for the day, and he wasted no time coming to pick you up early in the morning, insisting on bringing you on a day trip.

So now you are sitting in Haknyeon’s car, and god knows where he’s bringing you to because he wouldn’t tell you what the itinerary even was for the day ahead.

It was now the beginning of summer, and Haknyeon clearly was taking you somewhere away from the city. Both of you passed all of the highways and eventually ended up on a riverside road just a little outside of Seoul.

It was kind of a long drive, around 4 and a half hours to be exact. Many times you’ve offered to take over the wheel, but the male insisted that he was fine and you deserve to be in the passenger seat instead.

“Rude Haknyeon, I’ll show you that I’m just as good as a driver like Sangyeon and Jacob oppa.” You pouted and crossed your arms.

“Yeah, rather convincing, Y/N. Remember how you were desperately calling for me in the middle of the night back during your first year in college when your car swerved right into a tree because you got too nervous to drive on your own? And oh, may I add, you were also crying over the phone and it took me a good minute to try and figure out whatever you were trying to tell me.”

“Shut up. We don’t talk about that.”

Haknyeon was clearly winning this whole debate, and he begin singing his lungs out on his so-called victory song, Young Tak’s Jjin-iya. You on the other hand, were sulking and decided to turn your head towards the window, trying your best to ignore the ever-so-slightly annoying song that was getting on your nerves while taking in the scenery in front of you.

After 10 more debate topics and bickering (because your friend is a tease like that), you both eventually arrived at your destination. Your friend has brought you to Haeundae, one of the famous beaches in Busan. As you both stepped out of the car, Haknyeon immediately went to the boot of his car and brought out a huge basket filled with whatever items he brought for the day.

He quickly grabbed hold of your wrist and brought you to the beach. There were quite a number of people here today, reasonable as most families and couples would’ve come to spend the good weather out at the beach. But Haknyeon manages to find a quiet spot where the both of you could truly enjoy the peaceful time today.

Haknyeon wasted no time in taking out the first item from the basket, a huge blue beach cloth and laying it down on the sand. Slowly, he took out all of the remaining items from the basket, most of them being food, to be honest.

What surprised you was that he picked out all of your favourite food and snacks that you literally consume whenever you wanna have a cheat or fulfilling day. Japanese fruit sandwiches, onigiris, chips, you name it he has got them. Oh, and yes he brought along his handy-dandy trustworthy Bluetooth speaker he’s been using for years that he loves and swears by it.

“Since when have you become a chef, Mr Ju Haknyeon. I thought you were a business consultant, not a restaurant owner.”

“Anything for my bestie, am I right?”. He gives you his signature cheeky smile, and you have to mentally ask your heart to stop beating so quickly.

Stop being so cute for the love of God.

With every bite you had, you couldn’t help but constantly give out this mmmmm pleasure sound, indicating how delicious every single meal was, and your friend couldn’t be much happier as it felt like he had gotten a trophy from a race or something.

You both enjoyed the meal and had a good chat about every single topic that comes to mind. You both reminisce back on the good old high school and college days, where multiple times Haknyeon has saved your ass from being called to detention for being late to class to almost missing your graduation day in college because you somehow lost the high heels that you planned to wear with your matching dress that day.

It was hilarious catching up with all of the crazy adventures you both had throughout the years, and Haknyeon with his bright and gagman persona made it a lot more memorable.

“I’m so glad you were with me from the beginning, Haknyeon. Never would I have thought to have gone through heaven and hell if I was alone.”

“Likewise, Y/N. I couldn’t have had a better bestie than you.”

You smiled and gave your best friend the biggest hug. “I just wish for us to be together for as long as we can.”

With that, Haknyeon breaks off the hug and grabs hold of your shoulders, looking deep into your eyes. He hesitated for a few moments, before deciding that it was the right time for him to speak about that certain topic that he has been desperately wanting to for the past couple of weeks now.

“Y/N. I know you’re probably sick of hearing this from me, but still, I want to make it clear to you. I still love you, even after all these years. I’ve never once given up hope on you.”

“And?”

He swallowed. “A-and. I mean, y’know we’ve been getting a lot closer for the past few months, crashing into each other’s place throughout the weeks, having tons of fun and cute movie and date nights at the restaurants in town. I just… wanna let this thing that has been bothering me for weeks now. I don’t mind if you don’t give me an answer, but just hear me out. I-I just… I want-”

“I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Wa-wait what?”

You chuckled. “Oh my god, Haknyeon. I swear I’m gonna be dosing off to sleep waiting for you to blurt those words out. I know you still love me since the first day we met back in high school in the science laboratory. I gotta say I admire your persistence, young lad. Even what I was still with the ex who shall not be named.”

A burden was taken off of Haknyeon’s shoulders, and he immediately jumped right back into your embrace while rubbing his cheeks against yours. He was like a puppy who has just gotten their biggest treat yet.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

The hug lasted for a good few minutes, both of you taking in each other’s scent while resting both of your heads on each other’s shoulders.

That was until Haknyeon broke off the hug for the second time now, as he moved his fingers right onto your plump lips.

“May I?”.

“About damn time, Ju.”

No words were needed. He lowered his head and crashed his lips onto yours. It’s like you both have been waiting for eternity for this to happen, how long you both have waited for this day to come. He wasted no time in exploring your lips, kissing you deeper as he tilted his head, and you did the same.

Breaking off the kiss, he eventually scooped you up bridal style and brought you straight into the waters. As the sun starts to set, you both spend the rest of the remaining time kicking and splashing each other with water at the shore. By the end of the day, you both were soaking wet, but no regrets were made.

Haknyeon then lifts you up in his arms once again, giving you another kiss on the lips as you lean down and wrap your legs around him, both resting your foreheads with one another.

“I love you, Y/N. More than you could ever imagine.”

a/n: yes there will be a part 2 😌

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scnders · 3 months

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edit: closed for now so i don't get overwhelmed! hi everyone! i'm pretty new to posting ads for 1x1 rp-ing but i have a lot of muse for writing a variety of plots! a little bit of info about me is that i'm 25+, s/her pronouns, open to m/m, f/f and m/f. as for timezone and activity, i'm in the gmt + 8 timezone and i would say i'm pretty active unless i'm working (i have a corporate job) or hanging out with friends during weekends. there are also some days when my writing muse is low of course so please do understand. (when you have those days i'll definitely be understanding as well!) i'm looking to find 1x1 partners who are at least 23+ on discord. i'm an oc type of girl who plays both male and female ocs. definitely more experienced writing male ocs, but i like having a good mix. i would hope the same for my rp partners as well! i definitely can do semi-lit to novella depending on muse or brain juice. also! i would like to practice writing nsfw since i haven't done so in a while. below the cut you'll find more information about tropes, fcs i like to use and etc. like this post if you want me to approach you for your discord! or you can message me with yours!

just some general info:

be clear when communicating especially if you have no muse for a certain plot/thread! i would appreciate it rather than being ghosted.

please put in the same or enough effort when it comes to plotting/headcannons and etc. i promise to do the same or inform you if i don't have enough brain power to come up with things.

i love angst and fluff is definitely fine too as a bit of a palate cleanser.

my only trigger is descriptive self-harm but there are some taboo topics i am really not comfortable writing despite not being triggered.

some fcs i rp/would like to: song kang, park solomon, ateez san, txt's yeonjun, the boyz younghoon and hyunjae, svt's jeonghan and jun, bright vachirawit, bibi, youha, fromis_9 jiwon, noze, twice's sana, kiss of life's julie han, billie's haram, kitty chicha, kwon nara and honestly many more. also open to suggestions!

some tropes/genres/what have you ideas:

grumpy x sunshine, best friends to lovers (pining premium, both are idiots, drops the 'bro' and 'no homo'), fake dating (for dumb reasons like i need to make myself look desirable because people think i've been bitchless for years which yes i have been But), meet ugly, enemies to lovers, exes to friends to lovers, rivals (especially for like royalty aus), high fantasy, supernatural, revenge, royalty, reincarnation, 25 lives (the poem by tongari), blind date gone wrong, based on anime/movies/series, storybook characters with a twist and a plot like hotel del luna where they're wandering souls staying at a super fancy hotel, vampires, merfolk and etc... that's a lot i realized.

specific plot ideas:

business partners who are also fwbs. two people who match in every aspect from financial status, looks, in the bedroom etc.. have tried to make it work in the romance department but it just left them frustrated but they try again

final girl who's trying to recover from the horrors of what happened (we can base it off of a movie) who accidentally falls for a serial killer

i have more i Swear this post is just getting too long fr pls don't cancel me

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cloverdaisies · 11 months

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WISH YOU WERE SOBER: JI CHANGMIN

“nineteen but you act 25 now. real sweet but i wish you were sober.” a ji changmin very lightly suggestive¡ angst¡ fem reader¡ based on conan gray’s wish you were sober.

request from anon🤍 , that is your anon now btw i’ve named you bc your req was so sweet ☆

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“Spin the bottle, y/n.”

“It’s your turn bae”

“What are you so scared of have a bit of fun.”

My intoxicated classmates around the circle hollered and cheered for me to grab the empty bottle of bud on the ground. chewing at my lip in a fit of nerves, The alcohol intruding my conscience, as i wrapped my slightly damp palm around the bottle. With a twist of the wrist, I looked around the circle before I let go of the glass.

What is the worst case scenario?

The predatory eyes of every boy around the circle alerted my sense of safety in the room.

The intimidating glare of Juyeon.

The lick of lips from Hyunjae.

The hopeful eyes of Sunwoo and Haknyeon.

This is definitely

Or the face of the boy I used to love, his deer-like eyes watching the glass spin, a glint of light appearing over his face from the reflection of the moving bottle. Another girl clung to his arm like a parasite protecting him from the circle, despite the poor girl just being his bit of fun for that night.

The glass slowed, making a dragging sound across the floor eliminating each next person from the possibility of some time in the bathroom with me.

The bottle drew closer to my worst nightmare, the nerves in my stomach booming like thunder.

It landed on him.

Ji Changmin, a man that I swore was the love of my life at some point, but was no more than a lethal lover who stomped on my heart for his own selfish needs of alcohol, girls and a good time. Despite his innocent looks, he was a man of desire, abhorrent evil that tied his strings around the heart of women and pulled them like a ventriloquist because the status it gave him.

As the crowd around us chanted mixes of cheers and suspenseful “Ooooo” noises, his eyes darkened, landing on myself as I cowered away from his intense glare.

In my mind, his old words and bitter memories resurfaced and split to form new wounds on my heart.

“Nothing’s going to hurt you baby” but you did.

Taking me to intimate places where the music just drowned out into the background of our romance.

Kissing and loving me in the backseat of your car, fooling around like the stupid 18 year olds we once were. It’s a shame you act so much older now, time has moved in ways that shaped you to be the horrendous man you are.

“I’ll love you to the end” but you didn’t.

Dragging me back into my thoughts, I was pulled up by the girl hosting the party, dragging down the short black satin dress I was wearing in order not to flash the drunk staring crowd.

Moments flashed by before I was thrown into the harsh lighting of a nearby bathroom and facing the one man I couldn’t bear to be near.

“You look gorgeous.” He purred, panning down my attire tongue poking at the side of his mouth.

“Shutup. Is that all you have to say to me after all this time?” I crossed my arms in frustration, watching his eyes flick back and forth as if they were observing all the memories that had flashed back to me earlier.

“Still heartbroken?” He patronized me, with evil intent that shattered my heart - it was if he was a completely different boy to the one i had loved. “Be quiet and be mine again. Just for the night.”

His almond eyes became glossy, lust painted deeply inside of them which evidently juxtaposed the hints of regret behind the water which welled up in his tear ducts - as if he was trying everything in him not to fall at his knees and take me back with everything he could give.

“I will never be yours again.” I spat at the boy who edged closer to me, his hands falling over the sink behind me caging me in like prey.

“You want to be though.” He chuckled, “I can see it in your face, your ears going pink with embarrassment like they always used to. I know every little thing about you, (your name). I know you wore that dress because you knew I liked it, you knew I’d be here.”

“You’re still selfish. I hate you. I hate everything about you.” I hissed, infuriated by his every word that spiked into my heart like daggers piercing into my already slit wounds of romance.

“I think it’s clear we don’t hate each other baby.” He drew his face closer to my own, his minty breath laced with traces of beer, feathering on my lips.

Without a reply to give, he sealed his lips with my own, becoming more passionate as every memory exploded like bliss. A kiss that could only be described like a nostalgic masterpiece of romance, memories of his ripped jeans, bright smile, loving words that played on my mind like a piece of claire de lune.

Getting carried away with our love affair, memories of lust, want and need slowly started to interrupt my thoughts of logic and his too as our setting faded back into the background as it always did. Hands riding up clothing, roaming the skin of each body, unwanted memories forgotten about in seconds.

Tears started to slip from my eyes, everything I ever wanted was him. How I wish he never changed, how I wish he never hurt me the way he did.

“Darling you’re crying.” He halted his actions, immediately tending to wiping his thumb against my face to clear away the running water. Genuine concern laced his expression.

“I still love you.” I sobbed slightly, watching him as he stuttered, taken a back by the words

“I als-” He began, the familiar chocolate brown eyes that spoke to me of pure romance overbearing his shallow façade. Before the door could open he kissed me again, a quick conceal of passion that revealed his every intention to return my words.

“TIME’S UP LOVEBIRDS!” The host slammed open the door, as he moved away from me in conflict with himself. The crowd of the party hollered and cheered for us, dirty minds thinking thoughts of what happened behind that door.

Returning to my friends, I caught eyes with him across the party, he quickly downed another bottle of beer trying to shake my gaze - it’s clear he was in battle with his idea of status and his idea of love which broke my heart.

Wandering through the crowd, I attempted to grab the boy’s arm in hopes of stealing him away from the party again but no. I was beaten to it.

“Baby, did you do anything with her?” The girl leeched to his arm earlier asked, as she caught me trying to whisk what I could only assume as my last dooming thought was his girlfriend.

“No sweetheart, I don’t know her at all.” He smiled at her with reassuring eyes, a sick lie that helped him spin another web around another woman.

Into a thousands pieces, he’d hammered my heart with a mallet with each word of that sentence. My eyes welled up as I watched him look back about to leave the party.

“Give him time (your name).” Juyeon appeared behind me in the crowd as if he’d observed our every move.

“Time won’t fix him.” I sighed, tears cascading down my cheeks in a waterfall of bitter memories. “Time won’t fix me either, I just wish he was sober.”

Without him there wasn’t a reason anymore, without him I lost everything about myself.

The ghost of everything he ever did right, haunted me in bittersweet angel thoughts. He’d ran away with my heart and I would never get it back.

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 — teaser!

nonidol!ji changmin x fem!reader

everyone thinks changmin is cute and harmless, but you know that's not who he really is.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. e2l, childhood friends gone bad, slow burn, fluff, angst, no specific warnings for the teaser itself

▷ projected release date. friday, april 14th (i'm,,, going to try really hard 🤡 it'll be this month for sure tho) I LIED ITS COMING OUT THIS THURS, APRIL 6TH (PDT) !! lol i forgot to update this but it's here !!

▷ estimated wc. 30-32k

▷ taglist. open!

this is the third installment of the love in unity series! it can be read as a standalone, but i do encourage u checking out cobie's storyline and eric's storyline :]

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 600 WORDS)

Changmin liked to think that he became nosy, and that he wasn't born this way. But ever since he overheard that Kun guy asking about Ten wanting to walk you home, he couldn't help but wonder…

He shook his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, before those same bangs flopped back into their place. He walked back onto the main stage of the performing arts hall to the soundtrack of a hype playlist blasting from the ears of his headphones. As he made his way past groups and individuals doing their own thing, he absentmindedly searched for one person in particular.

Conveniently, he found Ten setting himself up right by Changmin's things. He was shouldering off his black puffer jacket, rolling the material up into a manageable ball to shove into his duffle bag.

"Hey," Changmin greeted, bending down slightly to grab his water bottle.

Ten straightened and flashed him a smile. "Hey."

It wouldn't be awkward would it? Probably not. Just be cool about it, Changmin. He smiled slightly, the dimples in his cheeks disarming his acquaintance. "I didn't know you and Yn were close."

Your name felt so… foreign, yet familiar, on his tongue. It was like tasting déjà vu, like eating a treat from childhood that had been associated with good feelings, but he couldn't decide if it was still as good as he remembered or a trick of his mind.

The mention of your name brought a jolt of energy to Ten's body and Changmin saw the man lean into the conversation. Curious… "Oh? Well, I mean—" he gave a shrug, "—she's really cool. She just seems like a good person to get to know, y'know? Why do you ask?"

Changmin couldn't tell how much he trusted the slight narrowing of Ten's feline eyes. There was no way you hadn't mentioned him to Ten at some point or another. To be honest, he didn't like the feeling of you still lingering in his head if he didn't linger in yours. It meant a myriad of things that he loathed to admit.

He let the feeling slide away, let his mouth tilt upward like his eyes to the spotlights in the ceiling. "Just be…" He shook his head. "Nothing. It's nothing." He flicked his wrist, as he spun his water bottle cap on tight. "You can forget about it."

Ten sent him a look that Changmin pointedly ignored.

Somewhere within the depths of the performing arts center, Changmin could hear the howling laughter of his friend Hyunjae as he most likely bugged his best friend out of her mind, both to her chagrin and her delight. That was another can of worms entirely.

Ten piped up as he settled onto the backstage floor while Changmin mentally went through some of the problem sets he had to review today. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you and Yn on such… uneven ground with each other?"

There it was. Changmin snorted. "Uneven ground? I don't even know if we're on the same ground."

"You're both really friendly people," Ten added, "so it just doesn't make sense to me."

Changmin pursed his lips. He never felt the need to divulge this stuff to anyone but his friends, but he didn't know what Ten already knew. He didn't know what you told him, but based on the fact that Ten wasn't looking at him the same way you did… Changmin scratched the back of his head and leaned his side against the wall to face him. "Something happened a long time ago. I guess we just both hold a grudge well."

Ten huffed a laugh in response. "Remind me never to get on your bad side then," he joked.

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hyungseos-cafe · 4 months

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Pairing: Enemy!Hyunjae x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warning(s): Hyunjae is a meanie butt, swearing

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Hyunjae, your sworn enemy always made it his goal to show off his achievements to your detriment. Now that you were working at rival companies he suddenly softens seeing you struggle, but why?

A/n: Hi Izzy! Thank you so much for placing your order with Hyungseos-cafe! I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

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“Why don’t you go bother someone your own size” You would tell Hyunjae, today was your essay, yesterday it was your presentation. Every day Hyunjae would find something to point out to you, how did he always find something you lacked? No clue, what you knew was he was a perfectionist. You were the same, always double, even triple checking your work before turning things in. Your outfit, always pressed and steamed with not a hair out of line.

Things were pretty rocky throughout college, why? Hyunjae. Always told you when he got a higher score than you. He felt the need to one up you, to do better, be better than you. He had this ego surrounding him that never allowed him to back down when it came to you. It was unfortunately, really to always have to do well.

“No, but you don’t understand! Who starts a thesis with a question? You don’t do that!” Hyunjae sighed, his temples ached

“This is a draft for fucksakes Hyunjae! This paper is not even due til the end of next month!”

“That’s besides the point! Start with a quote or some sort of statistic, not a question”

That’s how it always went for you, argument after argument. It was hardly ever cordial between the two of you. You were best friends, so what happened? Your parents were worried seeing how stressed you’d become after talking about Hyunjae.

“Why don’t you just ask him what’s wrong rather than trying to gnaw each other's heads off?” Your parents suggested, but it was never that easy when it came to Hyunjae.

“You guys don’t understand, he won’t give me a minute of his day to let me question him! He always tries to show how right he is” You tried to explain to your parents, they continued to look at you with concern before completely dropping the subject. Your parents loved Hyunjae, they were best friends with his parents since they too also met in college.

As your college career slowly came to an end, your relationship with Hyunjae continued to sour. It got so bad once that you had to leave campus and drive the hour back home just to get away from him. He blew up on you for not returning his messages and calls because he knew you had a big test coming up. He wanted to see how you were doing, but instead of answering, you ignored him for the entire day. He was worried sick, but what he didn’t know was that you were in fact studying and just happened to lock your phone to avoid distractions. Unfortunately that “excuse” did not work on him and instead he began berating you, calling you forgetful and inconsiderate.

That was the last string, you broke down and promptly left his sight as you cried all the way to your dorm. It took Hyunjae until graduation to apologize, but by that time it was too late. You had moved out and cleaned your dorm before graduation and stayed with a friend who lived off campus. This time, you blocked his phone number so he wouldn’t be able to contact you.

Truthfully he felt bad and wanted to fix your friendship, but he slowly began to think he’d deserved the silent treatment after blowing up on you like that. He tried many times during the graduation prep to get you by yourself, however your other friends knew of your situation and kept him away. Hyunjae was heartbroken and angry at himself for getting so carried away that he pushed you two apart.

Flash forward a few years after gaining some experience volunteering and interning, you were ready to enter the workforce. After hundreds of applications and many interviews later, you were accepted into one of the largest sales marketing companies in the city; Maverick Inc. Being that you were still new, you had to work your way to being an executive sales representative. Of course it was grueling work, but it all paid off because you finally got the raise that you've worked so hard for.

However everything slowly went downhill when you got word from your manager that a certain someone was hired at the competing marketing company; C.O.D.E Inc. and got his raise two months before you even though you’ve been working at your company for longer. It had been so long that you forgot about Hyunjae, but seeing that he continued to rise above you angered you. Couldn’t he have left some success for you instead of stealing the spotlight?

C.O.D.E Inc. was conveniently located down the block from your building which meant there was a chance for you to run into each other during your lunch breaks. Unfortunately that time came all too soon when you got in line behind him for coffee.

“Well, look who it is. Are you visiting?” He snided, a smirk plastered on his face

“I work at Maverick Inc. thank you very much”

“Wait, like you actually made it?”

It was your turn to order, so as to not blow up at the poor barista, you quickly placed your order and stepped out of line to wait.

“Yes. Where are you working”

“C.O.D.E Inc. I just got a promotion too. My manager said I’m on the fast track to becoming an executive”

“Wait, already? Didn’t you just start there like 6 months ago?”

“What, are you jealous that you didn’t make it as far as me? With your grades I don’t know how you even got your position”

You were fuming at this point, what gave him the right to speak with you like that? You hurriedly went to grab your order and ran out of the coffee shop. Again, Hyunjae knew he blew it. You meant everything to him, yet he couldn’t keep you close. Why? He thought being mean to you would help quell the love he felt for you.

You were the apple of his eye and truth be told, his heart raced when he ran into you at the coffee shop. You were always put together, not a hair out of place and walked with a certain confidence he’d only dream of having.

The next day, he ran into you again at the cafe. This time however, you seemed distressed. Your hair in disarray, clothes wrinkled with various coffee mugs lining your table, so many cups the baristas began to worry. He noticed you had dark circles beginning to form under your eyes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hyunjae gently questioned, afraid that if he spoke too loud you’d run off.

Instead of answering, you slowly nodded as you carried on typing up the final sales report for the quarter. Sensing you were lying, he pulled out next to you and took a seat, offering you a smile as you pushed your mugs to the side making room for him.

“What are you working on?” Hyunjae inquired, looking over to your screen.

“Why do you suddenly care?”

“You didn’t answer my question”

“I’m working on the quarterly sales report that I was assigned at the last minute. It’s due in 3 days and I’m not even halfway done” You pushed your laptop forward and put your hands in your hands. The stress is evident with how tense your shoulders became. Slowly you started to slump into the table, falling asleep.

Hyunjae took the opportunity to grab your laptop to see how far you’ve gotten so far with the report. In the 6 months that he’s worked for his company, he’s had to write many monthly reports. Noticing that you were 40 pages into your 100 page report, he used this time to let you rest while he finished your report. Writing reports was one of the tasks he liked the most about his job, not the arguing with clueless executives over trivial matters.

Instead of going home as he’d been excused early, he stayed at the cafe writing your report until it was complete. As soon as he’d finished writing, he noticed you began to wake up. He quickly closed your laptop and began working on his own, carefully breathing to slow his heart.

“Y– you’re still here?” You asked, sleepiness laced in your voice

“Yeah, I’m not letting you sleep here all alone. Besides, the cafe is almost closing”

“Oh, thank you for staying with me” You smiled, stretching out before getting up to gather your items.

“See you around Hyunjae”

“See you around”

The next day, you sat in shock, your report was complete. It wasn’t your work though because who on earth writes this elegantly, yet so succinct? There was only one person… Hyunjae. You didn’t have any time to think before submitting the report. Your manager was blown away by how well you had written, gave you a raise due to your efforts knowing you worked on short notice.

“I am so pleased by your work, the report was most pleasurable to read. Thank you for providing me with our group numbers on short notice. As I have seen you working hard, I will be giving you a promotion and a raise. Since our office will be closing due to renovations, the company will be off for a month. Enjoy your break and thank you for your work and time” The email read, you sat at your desk in pure shock. Hyunjae wrote your entire report for you, earning you not only a promotion, but also a raise.

There was a chance you’d run into him at the cafe, so every day for the next few weeks you showed up at the cafe sitting at the same table you’d sat at last time. You never saw him until one day when you were about to give up.

“Oh, you’re here” Hyunjae quipped, he smiled at you for the first time in a while

“Hey! I uh, I wanted to thank you”

“For what?” Hyunjae knew, but he wanted you to say it.

“For finishing my report, I only knew because only you could write so well. And guess what? That report earned me a raise and a promotion!”

“Are you serious? That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you”

“Thank you Hyunjae, how can I repay you?”

“Adatemaybe” Hyunjae spat out

“A what?” He blushed, shy that his feelings got the best of him.

“A date” Hyunjae whispered, he began biting his lower lip, nervous you’d reject him.

“Why all of a sudden?” You questioned him and considering how he’s been talking to you, you were confused.

Hyunjae sat you down at the closest table which happened to be at the very back of the cafe. His eyes began darting around to the surrounding tables and brought his hands down to tap his thighs, he nervously cleared his throat before meeting your eyes.

“I thought I would explain myself and please just listen okay? It’s kind of a lot” You nodded as you turned to put your full attention on him.

“I realized pretty late that I actually enjoy being around you and I know. I should have realized back in college, but I was too busy trying to be better than you. In doing so, I really just pushed you away along with my feelings for you– which began in college. The very first day you walked in Mr. Moon’s business literature class, I knew I had to talk to you. We became friends, right? We were so close our first year, but then I realized I actually liked you”

Hyunjae paused, the air suddenly leaving his throat seeing the sun settle gently across your face. Your features soften under the warm golden rays, the way your hair was slightly messy to your smile.

“Anyways, sorry. I just. I didn’t know how to make it up to you, so I wrote your report for you. You know how much I enjoy writing, so it came pretty easy and plus you do a great job recording data which made my job easy. All I really needed to do was explain the data, input all the data and that was pretty much it. I hope you were okay with that and I didn’t over step” He exhaled, looking at your eyes, his face calmed and a warm smile slowly forming.

“Wow Hyunjae, I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t need to say anything, I can just leave” He began to stand up when you held onto his wrist, there was a tingling sensation felt by the both of you.

“Don’t go” Hyunjae softened by your touch, this time sitting on the chair next to you.

“I cannot thank you enough for finishing that report. I’m sure you probably could tell how stressed I was, but turned out okay because you were looking out for me. So to that, I am forever grateful.

I literally got a promotion and raise because of you”

“Wait, are you serious? That’s incredible!” You leaned onto his shoulder as you smiled, interlocking your fingers, smiling up at him.

“Also if that date offer still stands, I’d like to accept”

“Really?”

“I mean my office is going under construction and I have a month off, so yes”

He met your eyes again before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you sat in conversation until the cafe closed about what you two would be doing for your month-long break and how you could help him collect data for his next report. You really were his kryptonite, he just never told you.

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Friends in Despair

Word count; 5,292

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Choi Chanhee, Reader X Son Youngjae & Reader X Bae Jacob

Characters, Choi Chanhee, Son Youngjae, Bae Jacob, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Hyunjae, Ji Changmin & Kim Younghoon.

Warning; Angst, Cheating, Depression & Drowning.

Notes; Happy Birthday Chanhee 🎂❤️

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“Y/N he’s cheating on you,” Chanhee said with tears in his own eyes. Your mind swirled over the news your best friend had broken your way. “No, No there’s no way,” you said shaking your head in denial. “You’ve got it wrong,” you demanded with a slight sharpness that made Chanhee purse his lips in your direction. “Y/N I wish I had, do you think I like this,” He said pain laced In his tone. “You got it wrong, you must have just misidentified him,” you said smiling hoping for the belief he got confused. “Do you think I don’t know what Son Youngjae looks like, it was him and Yejin that was kissing,” Chanhee said a little more annoyed with your denial. “He wouldn’t, she wouldn’t,” you snap back making him breathe in hard. “Stop refusing to accept this, because if you continue only pain is further in your future,” he adds more calmly as he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N you don’t need to do this because you’re scared to be lonely, you have me,” he added smiling as you flipped his hand off you. “I’m not lonely, I have my fiancée,” you scoff with anger beginning to form through you. “A fiancée who’s cheating and who’s going to hurt you, their is no happy ending here,” he said with his arms crossed in your direction. “Is this because of your feelings for me?” you ask his way as his face paled in your direction. “Sangyeon told me your in love with me,” you add as he looked to the floor before his eyes snapped back towards you.

“How long have we been friends Y/N?” He asks more calmly once he sorted his posture out. “Since we was babies,” you whisper, knowing your family was close friends and he had been your best friend since before you could even walk. “Have I ever gone out my way to hurt you?” He questioned as you tried to hide the smile of your child life squabbles. “One when we wasn’t immature brats,” he adds knowing your thought process as always. “You can’t answer can you, that’s because I would never use your pain to have you in my arms. My emotions are my own problem. You don’t feel the same and I’ve never wanted you to force an emotion. Plus I would be your rebound, what do I have to gain from that,” he said pain returning to his face.

Silence fills the space between you hearing his emotions from his own lips for the first time. “So please believe me,” he cry’s as his hands fall to yours as he holds them tight. “I’m sorry I can’t. Your wrong, or your lying,” you bite out hearing a cry come from him. “I’m sorry you feel like that,” he said looking at the floor in pain as your heart sunk hurting him. “Chanhee please believe me he’s not cheating on me,” you said holding his shoulders with his eyes broken from your accusation. “Fine believe that, believe him over me,” he said refusing to look at you defeated. Your heart hurting not just from the allegation your fiancé of two years could be cheating on you. But also the friend who you was hurting right now because you couldn’t give him what he wanted, what he needed from you. “I’ll drive you home,” Chanhee said walking towards the car as you stood frozen still trying to adjust to everything revealed. “So now my car isn’t good enough,” Chanhee said looking back towards you looking hurt. You followed him in dead silence as he dropped you home words just failing you. Your mind a mess as you struggle to comprehend everything.

“Hi baby,” you said snuggling in to your fiancé when you returned home, Chanhee’s words deep thrown down. “Hi babe, you hungry?” He smiles your way as he made himself towards the kitchen. “Your not about to cook are you,” you smile back in fear of his direction towards the cooking appliances. “Yejin made some food for us, you just missed her. She said she’s been trying to contact you all day,” he said as he pulled the tray of food from the oven. Your heart stung a little hearing her name and how she had been here while you was gone. “Yejin was here?” You asked trying to keep your voice calm as your mind chewed on Chanhee’s words. “Yeah she said she was going to surprise you on a lunch date, she got me instead,” Youngjae said calmly at you as you tried to analyse his words. “She didn’t message me,” you said looking at your phone praying for any message that could help your paranoid mind. Your heart relaxing a little when you found the message that you had not read, busy with Chanhee.

‘Y/N where are you? I don’t think Youngjae wants a lunch date with me and I agree I miss you, let’s meet up soon’

Chanhee was wrong, Youngjae and Yejin was just friends because they adored you. It wasn’t there fault you was getting your ear chewed off by your so called best friend.

“Oh she did, oh I’m so bad, I didn’t see it,” you smiled slipping the phone on the counter as you watched Youngjae prepare you the food. “Yejin said to contact her before she goes away to Busan on her work trip,” Youngjae said as he placed your plate on the island counter. “When’s that?” You asked as you sat to consume your meal. “I don’t know I think she said Friday,” he said as you took a mouthful that felt like it burned. Youngjae was away that weekend, apparently on his business trip. “A lot of business trips going on,” you chuckled to cover your accusation that you couldn’t help but spill. “I think it’s the season,” Youngjae said as he took a spoon from the samgyetang. “You can always come with me, we could make it a dirty weekend,” he winks suggestively that makes your cheeks flush. “That sounds perfect but I’ve got work,” you pouted making him mirror pulling his bottom lip out. “Call in sick, trust me it’ll be fun,” he smirks mischievously that filled you with confidence that nothing was amiss. “I would if I could,” you smile before digging into your meal, content that your fiancée wasn’t cheating.

“Now do you believe me!” Chanhee said shoving the photo that was your worst nightmare in your face. “What’s this?” You asked despite knowing but wanting to be in denial a little longer. “Y/N stop this, do you need any more proof,” he said with more annoyance in his tone. “So you got a photo of two friends shopping that means nothing,” you said turning to walk towards your sink, in need of water to quench your sudden burning thirst. “What when one is suppose to be in Busan and the other Daegu,” Chanhee scoffs behind you as he follows. “How do we know that’s where they are, it could be from somewhere around here,” you said before taking a sip of the water you just poured. “Y/N what does it take for you to believe me,” he pleads as you close your eyes looking down at the sink with your back still turned to him. “Fine I’ll take you to see for yourself,” Chanhee said with anger as he grabbed your wrist. “Chanhee no,” you cried as he drags you towards the door. “No i can’t cope watching this no more, your denial is infuriating me,” he shouts at you as his hand slips. “Well i didn’t ask you to believe such absurd story’s. I want no part of this Bullshit,” you shout as he looks like his oxygen is ripped from him. “It’s not a story,” he whined pain returning to his features.

“Look I can’t do this,” you cry defeated at the view of his discomfort from the story’s he was believing. “Come with me then, I’ll look after you I promise,” he smiled not understanding your words. “Your so blinded by your feelings for me that you want to believe this story. I can’t deal with that,” you said as his nose scrunched with annoyance. “How many times have I said I don’t want you, not like this. You can love someone that you don’t want,” he bit out. “You just said you would look after me,” you stubbornly said as he closed his eyes frustratedly. “Y/N I meant as a friend, why do you suddenly think I have an Alternative motive all of a sudden. It’s like you don’t know me no more,” he said his eyes searching for yours once open. “Because to you I’m more then your friend, you have different emotions now that changes things,” you said hating how the words fell. “Is that what you feel now? That I’m someone you can’t trust because I’m in love with you?” He questions letting defeat fall back on his face. Words got lost in your throat you knew your words was unfair, you knew you was hurting him. But you wasn’t ready to accept that Youngjae and Yejin could do such horrible things to you. The lack of words between you swallowed the atmosphere in a icy tension. Chanhee closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply once more as you knew your lack of words was hurting him. Eyes searching for yours to force words to spill, he seemed desperate for anything. When he didn’t get them he turned to the door to leave. “Sorry that our friendship has come to this,” he cry’s as he opens and walks out.

Instead of returning to your denial, him leaving hurt, the pain hit you like a truck. You had just potentially ruined your friendship over a man that in denial you had a gut feeling was correct. As if you suddenly could accept the possibility you ran to the door, you had to catch him up. Running as fast as your feet could carry you as you made it to the lift before you waited impatiently. When it took its time you realised that the stairs was your only hope as you made the exhausting dash to him. As your heart thundered in its panic as you needed to fix your best friends heart from your cruel words, your feet seemed to not move fast enough.

But instead of finding his car parked in your reserved bay which he used, was empty. You noticed his vehicle driving away, your feet not being able to catch up. ‘It’s ok he’ll realise we need each other, he will call me later’ you told your self as you fought to catch your breath. ‘This Isn’t the end, it can’t be’ you said reassuring yourself as you turned to walk back to your apartment.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” Sangyeon said sorrowfully when he informed you Chanhee had moved away. “But where has he gone?” You cried as your body went numb. “He refused to tell me,” he said as he passed you his mobile to avoid you contacting him. “I’ve hurt him haven’t i?” You whispered as you tried to process what was happening. “I think he doesn’t want to stay and watch you get hurt,” he said refusing to answer the question that you knew you was right with. You turned from him as your mind refused to work. “Y/N he said to look after yourself well,” Sangyeon said placing his hand on your shoulder. “I will,” you said as your voice broke before you slipped away. Chanhee had left you, how did things go so very wrong.

Everything went downhill after that, your heart hurt, his space in your life was a painful gaping hole. The signs of your fiancé’s deceit was now obvious and you had given up caring. Him and Yejin had become so comfortable with your lack of needing to ask questions that they wouldn’t hide it as much. The lingering eyes, the brush of their touches. They had even continued meeting up with there suppose separate business meetings. Youngjae even returning with love bites up his neck. Once he noticed you refused to ask the questions he returned with more. You wouldn’t even be surprised if one day they suddenly fucked each other in front of you. You didn’t care because you felt defeated, your life wasn’t the same without Chanhee, your best friend in it.

Your mother and Yejin was planning your wedding and even the knowledge that in her mind it was her own didn’t faze you. But even when Youngjae confessed putting a end to the engagement you didn’t batter an eyelid. Losing Youngjae was nothing compared to losing Chanhee. You knew in that second that you was possibly in love with him. Like the second Sangyeon had confided in you about Chanhee’s emotions, that you stopped seeing him as your friend.

“Y/N you can’t keep sitting on this,” Changmin said weeks after your moping from your heartbreak. “What you on about?” You question him despite knowing the words that is about to fall. “You know your in love with Chanhee right?” He suggests as he unwraps a sweet. “I know, but it’s too late,” you moan throwing your head back. “Says who? You just need to find the courage to search for him,” Changmin said throwing the sweet into his mouth. “It’s not that clean cut, I have no idea where he’s gone,” you said resting your arm over your eyes. “I’m sure someone knows where he is,” he said muffled by the sweet he was consuming. “I’ve tried,” you said removing your arms to look his way. “Asking Sangyeon doesn’t qualify as asking,” Changmin said sitting up to look your way. “Well who else is there I’ve asked Hyunjae and he has no idea neither,” you said thinking of his school friend who you knew would hide his whereabouts. “You didn’t ask convincingly did you,” he said as if he read your mind. “You think he’s hiding his whereabouts too?” You asked sitting up as he nodded. “Maybe you could talk to him?” You begged as his eyes widened. “What and affect my own friendship, the second Hyunjae tells me he won’t talk to me again,” Changmin said shuffling in his seat. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” you leant back in to your chair. “It’s ok to ask, but I can’t help by destroying my own friends trust,” he said with his palm resting on your thighs. “It’s ok I understand,” you smile his way before your view takes to the ceiling. “Keep fighting though, keep searching your find him I’m sure,” Changmin said laying back to rest his head by yours.

You had done just that, you spent months searching for him. Meeting with any mutual friend, prying on the hope they would drop information on Chanhee’s location. It had almost been 8 months since you had lost him when Hyunjae had let slip he wasn’t even in the country. Searching regularly on social media gave you nothing on his whereabouts. Though you imagined him some where peaceful that he could take many pictures.

As a year had approached since you lost contact, you slumped into your sofa feeling lost and lonely. You had a dead end job just to pay the bills. No best friend, though Changmin tried his best to fit the gap Chanhee left behind. Youngjae and Yejin was due to get married that left a bitter sweet bite in your falling apart life. You knew you had to stop putting your life on hold for a guy who didn’t want to be found.

Your heart skipped a beat when you found him in the most unlikely place. A work colleague posted a photo of his holiday in England. The person sat smiling in the camera with his arms around Jacob Bae was your Chanhee. The captions. ‘Great time with friends, Miss you bro see you soon’. How was they friends? Did Chanhee live in England now? Your heart was beating fast, you had to be clever and careful. If Chanhee knew you had found him he would run once more. Was Jacob unaware of the connection? If so then he could give you the fine detail without being suspicious he was betraying his friend.

Calmly meeting with Jacob after an offer of coffee once he returned, your warm friend was excited to share his Journey. You had learnt Jacob and him had met by his brother, who had taken him under his wings in LA. He had then moved to England for personal reasons that Jacob refused to spill. You couldn’t try to push for further without getting him suspicious. Asking about the things he had seen in England you joked that if he was to return to let him come with you. You had been half joking with that suggestion, so when Jacob propositioned you a couple weeks later, you jumped at joy of finally getting as close as you could to Chanhee.

So a month later you was on the plane to London. Jacob’s friend Younghoon was getting married and you was his plus one. Though you knew Chanhee would be put out having you gate crash and Jacob would be heartbroken at you using him, you needed to see him. It wasn’t as if you and Jacob was in any way romantic, the pair of you just mere friends and this journey more of a companionship.

“You ok Y/N?” Jacob asked as your mind was anxious with soon meeting Chanhee again. “Yeah, just not good with meeting new people,” you threw out which had him place his hand on your shoulder warmly. “I get that,” he smiled looking at you with that smile that made you feel comfortable and safe. “But they really are so fun cool blokes,” he said in attempt to cool your anxious emotions.

In your mind you imagined so many ways you both would meet at the wedding pre drinks. Chanhee would sometimes be excited, sometimes mad, but you’d always be back together even if it was just your friendship. But instead you was left with the bitterness in Chanhee, his complete ignorance of your past relations. “This is Y/N,” Jacob said introducing you. Chanhee smiled softly and stuck his hand out. “Oh hi Y/N how lovely to meet you,” he said letting his eyes turn back to Jacob as if you was a stranger.

“So I got your project request, I think it’s brilliant,” Chanhee said to Jacob as his smile beamed brightly. “Project?” You questioned to Jacob not being aware of a project Chanhee was taking part of at work. It meant that he was aware the possibility that you and Jacob could be colleagues. Did he know you was coming as Jacob’s plus one? “You know that TBZ project, well we need a photographer and Chanhee’s a professional,” Jacob explained as your face lit up. “Wow that’s amazing,” you said being excited at the future he had set up.

“He’s one of the best in London,” Jacob said proudly that you couldn’t hide the smile on your face at how proud you was. “I wouldn’t quite say that,” Chanhee said bashfully looking as if he was pleased that he had acknowledged his former best friends excitement in his features. “He’s so humble he pretends as if he isn’t the well known celebrity’s favourite photographer, New Choi,” Younghoon added excitedly. “New?” You question wondering the brand name. “Hey enough about me, I’m sure there are others here you will find more exciting,” Chanhee said in an attempt to cut you off from knowing more information. Younghoon changed the subject feeling the slight avoidance from Chanhee’s tone. Jacob’s arms fell around your shoulder as Chanhee’s eyes fixed on them resting there. It was the first sign he had showed since your reunion of your past. It was clear jealousy was on his mind, he must be wondering if you and Jacob was something being his plus one. You needed to find a way to communicate with him alone.

However, as much as you tried throughout the drinks he would avoid you. Each time you floated towards him when he was alone, he would make his escape to someone else so you couldn’t talk privately.

Dashing to the rest room you searched in New Choi on your mobile and found him. Though there was no picture to indicate it was your Chanhee, Younghoon wasn’t lying. He was well known as a celebrity photographer. It seems his photography was what he used to escape Korea, from you. Did he really hate you so much to need a new life. It suddenly hit you it’s why he used the name New. You needed answers, you didn’t want to bring him pain, if he didn’t want you there you needed to go home. So you typed away to him in one more attempt to not lose him.

Chanhee, sorry I shouldn’t have contacted you this way. But it seems you are doing everything to avoid me. I miss you, I miss you so very much that there’s a void in my life without you there. I know my cruel words hurt you, if I could take them back I would have. Please allow us to speak properly and if you don’t want me here I will leave.

You breathed in deeply as you pressed send, ready to face what ever happened next. But nothing did, no reply, Chanhee didn’t communicate with you. He remained his usual self, avoiding being left alone with you and pretending you was strangers.

The following morning was the wedding. Jacob woke you from your shared twin room as you blinked at him with his warmth morning smile. “Why you so happy?” you asked sleepily as he passed you a cup of coffee to help waken you. “It’s wedding fever possibly, but I’m happy because I have a beautiful young lady as my companion,” he smiles as he brings out the dress from the closet unzipping it from the bag. “I’ve run you a bath, I’ll order room service while your in there. What do you fancy for breakfast?” He asked sweetly. “Anything light, I don’t want to be bloated today,” you said self consciously. “I’m on it, come on get that morning ass up,” he teased as you throw your hands through your messy bed hair. “I’m going, I’m going,” you chuckle taking your phone with you to check if Chanhee had replied, which he hadn’t.

Walking into the foyer to meet Jacob who was waiting down stairs while you changed, you found Chanhee by his side. Both them looking at you with their mouth agape. Your cheeks heated with their response which excited you yet worried you, especially Jacob’s. Was your companionship blurring the line? “You look very beautiful,” Jacob smiled walking his way to you as you mirrored awkwardly, before your eyes took to Chanhee. He bit his lip turning away to walk off out the foyer which stung as you took your focus back to Jacob. “It’s ok you don’t have to be so anxious, it’ll be fine, you look fine, no you look perfect,” he complimented as he placed his arm around your hip to walk you to the rest of the wedding party.

You was sat between Jacob and Chanhee at the wedding, arms brushing each other as he sat awkwardly next to you. However, you noticed him tense the second Jacob’s arms fell around your waist bringing him closer. Being directly opposite to him during the wedding feast did little to diffuse the situation. Sitting across from you he avoided eye contact at every cost, minus when Jacob placed a string of hair behind your ear. Your eyes locking with each other that your breath hitched. Jacob believing it was for him chuckled before pouring you a glass of wine. By the time the evening had come you couldn’t avoid dancing with Jacob. His sweet smile, warmth hold as he pressed your head to his chest. You could easily get lost in the moment even though your intention in Jacob wasn’t romantic. As you closed your eyes as you let him rock you, you danced to the slow music, your eyes reopened to view Chanhee. His face looking tortured as it twisted to walk from the venue. “Jacob I’m so sorry I need the rest room,” you said moving to look up at him. “I won’t be gone long,” you said as he smiled your way nodding.

You dashed to find him, he was at the front entrance talking with someone. This time you wasn’t going to let him walk away, you needed to talk, you needed answers. “Chanhee,” you called out startling him. He realised that you was going to speak to him regardless who was around, bowing at his friend he made his exit. Speeding your feet to catch him up next to the venue pool, you managed to grab his wrist to twist him to face you. “I’ve had enough now, you can’t keep ignoring me,” you cried as he looked at you bitterly. “Go back to lover boy,” he growled snatching his hand back. “Chanhee their is nothing going on with me and Jacob, I am just here as his companion,” you cried as he looked at you laughing with amusement. “You can’t fool me Y/N,” he said walking away from you once more. “Why don’t you believe me,” you shouted out as he stood still turning to face you. “Are you taking the piss,” he growled out with anger towards you that you hadn’t witness since kids. “You know me, you know I wouldn’t lie,” you pleaded softer. He walked back towards you, his steps sounding louder as if his anger was travelling to the ground. “You meant like you never believed me,” he snarled as if your heart hurt remembering his pain. “Chanhee if you waited I would have had a chance to apologise but you acted childishly and ran away before I could,” you said your eyes looking for him to soften. “But you ran away from me, from our friendship, like I never meant anything. Yet you tell me you love me,” you said holding your hand to him. The simple touch was like he burnt as he moved backwards letting your hand fall.

“Loved, I came to my senses and realised there was no love, nothing,” he said hurting you with his words. “Chanhee I don’t believe you,” you said pressing your hand to his chest. “Your more stupid then you look then, because I haven’t missed you once. Your nothing to me Y/N, so leave me alone,” he said pushing your arm away from him that you lost your balance, falling into the pool.

First the shock of the cold attacked as if it was possible to burn in cold freezing water. But the panic as your head submerged was worse, splashing as you felt your body begin to sink. You couldn’t swim and you right this second was drowning. As you started to sink to the bottom you could see through the clouded water, the splash of a body jumping in. The fluid falling into your lungs burned as you struggled for breath, pain engulfing you as you fought for your life. Even as you felt arms yank around you hard pulling you back to the surface.

Thinking the air would comfort and remove your burning lung was wrong. As soon as the air hit, your lungs rebelled as it attempted to expel the fluid that you had consumed. “Y/N, Y/N,” you heard Chanhee cry as he leaned over you fear and panic on his face. Coughing and spluttering as he leaned you to your side, your lung struggled to regain its purpose. “What the hell Y/N don’t scare me like that,” he cried as he laid by your side, his hands resting on your face. “You pushed me,” you choked out coughing as his face fell. “I know I’m sorry, I didn’t think, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he cried sitting up to pull you into his lap. “I thought we was over punishing each other when we was kids,” you said to encourage him to laugh. “It’s not funny Y/N I feel awful, your now wet and cold,” he said with concern written all over his face.

“Well at-least you don’t hate me to save me, so I can cope with it,” you smile happy despite your lungs aching.

“I could never hate you,” he smiled confessing. “You just hurt me that I couldn’t watch you live the life you was living despite knowing,” he added pushing your wet hair out your forehead. “You was right,” you said as his eyes fell not taking delight. “I know, I also know that you became a weaker person because of it, someone who didn’t care when it was painfully obvious,” Chanhee said as he breathed in. “I was so glad I wasn’t around to witness that,” he added looking in pain. “So you left me because you couldn’t witness my pain?” You questioned. “Do you know how much I loved you, to be just a friend was hard. But knowing you knew how I felt, but put a man before our friendship. I would have ended up gloating. The minute our friendship had me having those feelings it was just as dead as your relationship with Youngjae. You can’t come back from a friend loving you in a non friendly way,” he said stroking your hair as you looked up at him. “So you ran for a new life? One away from me?” You questioned despite knowing that fact. “A new choi, a new life, one where I use to miss you, one that was hard without you,” he added as you saw a tear escape from his eyes.

“Then you ran for no reason, because Chanhee it’s not a half love friendship. I didn’t care about Youngjae, not because I didn’t want to acknowledge what he was doing. But because the pain of losing you was more then caring about anything else in my life,” you added reaching your hand to cover over his. “Choi Chanhee I’m in love with you too,” you whispered as his eyes widened. “What,” he gasped in shock. “That’s why I tracked you here, to tell you. To fight for you to be with you,” you said smiling his way as he looked dumbfounded by your comments.

Before his mouth could open you heard a voice shrill Chanhee’s name out. His face looking in horror when he found the person who called him by the side looking at you half drowned in his arms. The look on his face was guilt one you recognised straight away. Many times he would get up to mischief as a kid and look with sorrow, guilt and remorse when caught out. “What’s going on?” She cried looking at you both as Jacob rushed over behind her. “She fell in the pool, she couldn’t swim I saved her,” Chanhee said with shakey breath. “Oh you poor thing you look frozen,” Jacob said going to his knee to wrap his jacket around you, removing you from Chanhee’s lap. “It’s a good thing my fiancée is a good swimmer,” she smiled pressing her hands around Chanhee’s wet shoulder. “Fiancée?” You questioned looking his way as his eyes couldn’t look at you.

He was engaged, that was why he said he loved you in past tense. It was too late, you found him too late to tell him how you felt.

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#kpop smut #kpopidol #fiction #the boyz smut #choi chanhee smut #son youngjae smut #bae jacob smut #lee sangyeon #lee hyunjae #ji changmin #kim younghoon #best friend to lovers

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mvvnsseul · 9 months

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If only it ended that way

➵ Pairings: none

➵Featuring: Younghoon and Hyunjae (TBZ)

➵Warnings: angst, fighting, blood, depictions of violence, mentions of death and car accidents, Bbangmil as bestfriends!

➵ Word count: 1K

➵ a/n: This is my first work on Tumblr, so I am actually a bit nervous but well, here it goes. Hope you guys enjoy it. Reblogs/ feedbacks are very much appreciated.❤️ (Also, apologies for any cringe)

Younghoon stomped up to his best friend, jolting him by the shoulder as he let out a yell. “Watch it, Hoon!” Hyunjae looked up to see thunder drawn all over the guy’s face, a rare sight.

Without paying any heed to him, Younghoon dragged his collar to the empty science lab which wasn't occupied since the morning. Confusion took over Hyunjae as the other kicked the door shut in rage.

“Hoon, what’s wrong?” His voice held a hint of distress which only increased as his friend turned around, his nostrils flaring up as he walked towards Hyunjae.

“What’s ‘wrong’? You tell me, Jae? How could you do this?”

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he blinked them back, his jaw tensed up. Hyunjae’s brows crinkled as he glanced around, utterly confused as currents of panic bolted through his mind. He genuinely had no idea what nonsense his friend rattled on about.

“I swear to god, Hoon, I have no clue what you’re saying!” He yelled at him, making a furious Younghoon lose his patience, slamming a hard hand across Hyunjae’s face as he winced in pain. Holding his cheek, the guy was instantly provoked, a rush of fury filling him before striking his strong fist on Younghoon’s jaw as he fell on the floor, busting his lower lip. He gasped, noticing the blood from his wound imprint the white wooden floor. He coughed, tossing himself on the opposite side with his back to the ground as Hyunjae abruptly charges at him.

“The pictures! You leaked them, didn't you?” Younghoon managed to squeak out as he gripped the brunet male’s collar and knocked another blow, this time in his torso as he let out an agonizing yell, throwing his body beside him. Hyunjae shut his eyes, catching his breath as he groaned, the pain electrocuting his abdomen. His mind began to ponder on what the guy next to him just said.

“What… pictures?” He let out, his stomach giving in to the throbbing ache.

Younghoon breathed heavily, his black hair now damp, sticking to the sides of his face as he turned to look at him.

“The pictures of the papers I sent you…” He paused to gulp some air, “the ones for… the exam on Tuesday.”

Hyunjae’s mouth fell open as his brain recalled last night.

It was a well known opinion, more like fact, that the two were extremely pea-brained when it came to geography. And to the professors it seemed a good idea to hold a geography and history exam on Tuesday.

Which was why Younghoon decided to threaten his good-boy image and sneak into the department head’s room and take a peek into their upcoming assessment, all while sending the snapshots of the paper to his best friend. Hyunjae whipped his head in Younghoon’s direction as he grew anxious.

“Wha- no, Hoon, I’d never do anything like that!” His voice slightly trembled as he pushed himself up on his elbow, his wet brown strands intruding his eyelids.

The sounds of uneven breathing filled the room as impenetrable silence followed. Younghoon’s face scrunched in agony as he propped himself up, facing the bruised male.

“You really didn’t?” Younghoon asked him, his voice calmer than before. Hyunjae shook his head without any hesitation, implying that he, in fact, didn’t do it.

“I needed that paper as much as you did, Hoon. Besides you’re my best friend, I’d never do anything to put you in trouble.”

A wave of remorse washed over Younghoon as he heard the confession. The teacher had caught him and deducted 20 points off his academic record due to potential breach of staff privacy and cheating, and that angered him, given that he worked his butt off this semester.

“They’re deducting my points, Jae.”

“So what?” Hyunjae retaliated, shoving the chestnut strands away from his eyes, “Tell him you aren’t the only one involved in this.”

Younghoon’s eyebrows wrinkled at this suggestion.

“What the heck do you mean?”

“I mean, tell him I told you to do this.” Hyunjae looked at him with pleading eyes. Despite the intense scars on his face which would put anyone under the impression that he went to war, his face was enough to persuade Younghoon.

“Wait, but, what about it? I mean, it’s not like it’s going to save me, yeah?”

“Yes…” Hyunjae began, his eyes infused with thought as he paused for a moment, then continued. “But we will both get points deducted.”

Bewilderment made its way into Younghoon yet again as he raised his brow, scrutinizing his friend. “Seriously?”

“At least we’re both getting in trouble together!” A hint of cheerfulness sparked within Hyunjae’s voice, his eyes gleaming with joy as he shot the guy a sheepish smile. Younghoon rolled his eyes, his lips breaking into an embarrassed grin as he playfully slapped the latter’s arm.

“God, Jae, you and your ideas!” He remarked as they got up to their feet with their arms swung around each other, the loud voices echoing as they exited the science lab, grateful for the unbreakable friendship they shared.

Younghoon’s eyes blinked him back to reality as the roaring sound of thunder gushed in his ears. His smile faded as he gulped, a cold current running down his spine. Gloomy droplets of rain fell mercilessly just like the tears on his face as dark clouds loomed over him. His gaze shifted to the front, where a gray tombstone rested, with Hyunjae’s name on it. Flowers and pictures surrounded the stone, all overshadowed by the somber atmosphere.

Realization hit Younghoon, paralyzing his movement. He bit his lip as tears swelled up in his eyes, fogging his vision. After their disastrous brawl, the two were suspended and Hyunjae was involved in a fatal car collision, which killed him. Today was his funeral, and Younghoon couldn’t even sort things out with his best friend before he took his last breath. All he could hear now were tumultuous heart beats in his chest as the rain lashed down heavily.

If only he’d have trusted Hyunjae and not blatantly accused him. If only he would've forgave him.

Then maybe Hyunjae wouldn’t have driven rashly and crashed his car. Maybe he would be standing next to him this very minute.

If only things would’ve ended the way it did in his imagination.

#the boyz #writing #kpop #the boyz imagines #the boyz younghoon #the boyz hyunjae #bbangmil #younghoon #hyunjae #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #tbz au #the boyz scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #tbz

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nyubiecore · 1 year

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1201 Jelly ☆ choi chanhee

a the boyz new oneshot

"lots of jealousy and I need love, please hold me tight when I look at you" idol choi chanhee x f! reader

genre: angst(not really) , fluff

in which you find your jealous boyfriend drunk at the after-party

you were scrolling through social media the whole train ride to the mall.

you refreshed the home page of your Instagram when your favorite boy posted a picture. it was a picture of him at the company's rooftop with white outfit on, looking confused.

you smile to yourself admiring him. you misses him so much since you guys last saw each other a month ago.

you opened the comments scrolling through the compliments and good words liking each and every one of them - replying and reporting hate comments.

then you post your comment too "my boyfriend, you look so good" there's a few comments like that except- yours is a fact.

the train ride came to an end

you put your phone in your bag walking to the mall. you beelined to the grocery store on the 2nd floor picking out ingredients for pizza and a few other groceries to restock.

everytime you miss chanhee, pizza is your comfort. it reminds you of him and there's countless times you cry while eating them thinking of him. done for the groceries, you walked pass ice cream parlor and bubble tea stand when you saw olive young , your favorite shop.

you didn't hesitate into stepping in knowing your skincare products were running out. you walked through the face pack section when your eyes darted at mediheal's face masks. you looked over it taking a few of them in means to support sunwoo's brand and also aiming for the pc you'll get when you purchase 10 or more face packs.

satisfied with your finds, you also came over avene, a brand hyunjae is the face of currently. you wanted to grab some but you cancelled the thought when you looked over the price. "maybe next time" you thought to yourself but takes a picture of the rack full of avene products as a reminder and also to upload them on your social media.

grabbing your needs after going through dermatory, mediheal, medicube, dewytree, avene, all the brands the boyz is a model of, you beeline to the counter before you make another stop to any other sections already hearing your wallet cry in broke. getting out of the store after buying it, you busily unlock your phone and went to your deobi Instagram account posting a story out of pictures of products you purchased and took a look at.

you posted individually for each brand and putting captions such as "supporting my babe's brand" etc as a joke on mediheal, avene, dermatory, dewytree, and medicube.

when the clock stroked 7 pm, you quickly woke up from your nap and went to the kitchen. you sorted out ingredients for making pizza and put away others. you immediately started making the dough. halfway with the sauce, your phone that was playing 'Jelly', a kyeobmuda unit song started vibrating like a madman- or madphone. "tbz juyeon" on the screen, you accepted the call in confusion what brought your boyfriend's friend to contact you at 8:30 pm?

"hello? juyeon?" "hi y/n" "hey its been quite long since we last talked" "yeah, i'm sorry we've been crazy busy" "it's okay, what's the occasion though? its not like you to call me first" "nah its nothing, sangyeon hyung just asked me a favor to call you" "yeah? why? did something happened to chanhee?" "yep, you got it right" "w-what happened? is something going on?" "nah nothing big, he just is.. having a breakdown right now" "what?" "yeah.. um just come to the restaurant we always go for after-parties" "wh- what why?" "yeah um.. please hurry up you'll understand what ever's going on right now" "y-yeah i'll be on my way" "sure, thanks !!" juyeon last said before ending the call leaving you dumbfounded whatever is happening to chanhee.

you turned off the fire heating the sauce and wrapped up everything before taking your phone and wallet, locking your door and rush to the restaurant juyeon mentioned. it wasn't far away from your house that you were thankful.

from the restaurant glass window, you saw all the 10 boyz except chanhee and a few staff having drinks, talking and eating the snacks chilling. you step inside the restaurant and search for the table they were at when you made eye contact with hyunjae.

"oh my god thank you" he let out before walking over to you

"what happened? why did juyeon call and what's with chanhee?" you ask all the question to the brown haired boy while walking to the table they were sat on

"well," he stopped on his track upon a boy who were sleeping, head on the table before your brain connected all the dots, too familiar to the lean frame, black hair wearing a saint germain sweatshirt and chanel beanie. it was chanhee "please do us a big favor and take this drunken boy away"

you scanned through the boy quite confused what made him drink so much?

"take him away? as in bring him home? the dorm?" you ask dumbfounded

"nope, certainly anywhere but the dorm" hyunjae replies

"don't you guys have a schedule tommorow?" you were more and more confused since chanhee always tells if they were allowed to go home or are having a break

"nope, we're on a week break starting tommorow so there'll be no one to look after him if you bring him to the dorm" he explains the obvious also weird why you didn't know about it

"oh- sure thanks for telling me" you smile at hyunjae before walking over to chanhee, tapping his back a few times in an attempt to wake him up from his sleep. upon seeing him twitching his eyes open, you made eye contact with him.

"hello master chanhee, i'm your assistant sent to bring you home" you said playfully knowing he wasn't in his right mind. chanhee scans through you then sits back up eyes still on you

"you look like my girlfriend" he says smiling sheepishly sending blushes through your cheek

"oh really? she must be beautiful then" you say patting his back a little earning a quiet "hm" and chanhee closed his eyes back drifting into dream world

you scoffed when you stood back up sitting beside him when changmin scoots over to juyeon's side making space for you

"what even happened? he isn't the type to drink till death?" you asked the members

"i think something happened that you knew better than every one of us" jacob replied calmly

"i mean it did weird me out, he would always ditch the after-party whenever we were allowed to go home but he stayed back and even drank like a fish from the beginning. we didn't even start playing games" changmin says beside you that was supported by nods from the members

you look at him sleeping soundly before standing back up

"thank you for calling me, i'll take him away then" you say before making another attempt to wake chanhee up

"chanhee, wake up. can you stand on your feet? we should go home" you say calmly to the drunk boy

he twitched his eyes open, scanning you and when he looked like he recognized you, he let out a "hmph" scrunching his nose before standing up

you look at him before wrapping your side around his body, trying to support him walk. you wanted to ask him why he didn't tell that he were on holiday and so many other things but you calmed yourself down

you made a stop at the convenience store where you put chanhee to sit on the chair outside the store buying some hangover drinks then picking him back up rushing to your house as you felt your shoulder sore

pressing the code to your house, you rest chanhee on the sofa. turning the lights on, you were met with a now fresher looking chanhee. the walk must've helped a bit. you walk over to his side wrapping your arms over him leaning into him.

"did you go shopping today" he asked- stated?

"yeah.. how'd you know"

"you looked happy buying sunwoo's brand"

"what..?" you asked confused where this is coming from

"i saw your update" then everything connected, he was jealous when you smiled to yourself looking at him who's eyes were anywhere but at you

"omg- is our chanhee jealous? that's why you drank so much and didn't even inform me about your week break?" you teased holding him tighter

"nope, definitely not, i'm perfectly fine when my girlfriend posted my friends brand products with questionable captions, i am perfectly fine sir" he said in a sarcastic tone

"heyy~ still you know you're my favorite member right?"

"yeah sure"

"i mean as a fan i should be equal with my support and.. as your girlfriend, i should get on the good side of your friends too shouldn't i?" you comfort him when you see him starting to allow eye contact with you

"hey but still.. you bought so much of mediheal's products. weren't you aiming for that pc when buying multiple products?"

you kept silent knowing you were caught

"hey- wow that's so mean, you should've just asked me for them instead of throwing away your money like that. what is the use of your idol boyfriend at times like this?"

you look at him in confusion when his attitude changed 90 degrees "its fine, there's no thrill in getting them if I don't work hard for it"

"sure- sure" he says, done with you "did you get them though? i heard it was sold out the 2nd day?"

"yep, i didn't but i guess atleast i got to try the product. i heard its good" you say trying not to make him nag

"-oh right, go wash up. i'll finish making my pizza and we could have our movie night together!" you say tightening the hug

"nope, go call sunwoo to join you, why would i" he says jokingly sulking

you laugh at his turns of attitude cupping his face and sending kisses all over them "nope, only me, the pizza and my boyfriend" when you say tints of pink all over his cheek reminding you of a tomato

"my chanhee is turning into a tomato" you tease him already steadying yourself to run away

"YAH DON'T CALL ME A TOMATO" he chases you all around the house..

-end-

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz au #tbz #tbz au #chanhee imagines #chanhee fluff #the boyz new #chanhee au #SoundCloud

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juhakx · 2 years

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Stupid- Eric Sohn

Genre: Angst, fluff (stupid in love Eric), she/her pronouns mc, drugdealer!Eric (not a main plot point, just something you need to know)

Word Count: 1903

a/n: wrote this a long time ago. miss Eric. so i revived this.

Inspired by Stupid by Tate McRae

It was stupid.

The entire campus knew not to mess with him. And if they didn’t, the bruises and scars would throw them off sooner or later.

Yet here he was, worrying what a random college sophomore in his history class was doing. Saying. Thinking.

“What did you get?” She asks, a hopeful look on her face. Eric beat her last time. He knew that if he said he got a higher grade than her this time, she’ll start to doubt herself. He picked up on the littlest things about her.

“It’s not looking good. A 94. What about you?” It was evident from the mirth in Eric’s eyes that he was up to something, but to someone like her, he always was. He keeps the paper reading 100 tightly in his grip underneath the desk.

“96,” She grinned so brightly he swore it was blinding. It was stupid how stupid she made him.

“Knucks,” He holds his fist out, waiting for her fist to bump his. Even on days when he knew he didn’t have to make runs, this was still the best part of his day.

She bumps her fist against his, faintly mimicking the sounds Baymax does in Big Hero 6. Eric doesn’t think she notices she does it every single time, but it was one of his favorite things about her.

There’s a faint, hopeful look in her eye, searching his face for something. Her eyes land on the scar resting on Eric’s cheek before wandering to the one on his lip.

“See you Friday?” She asks.

Eric opens his mouth but remembers the deal he had made with Sunwoo, promising him that he would accompany him to his runs for the day.

“Why? Gonna miss me?” Eric deflects, the gleam in his eye quickly disappearing at the thought of not seeing her. It was stupid how he got himself into this mess, and now he can’t get out. He knew it was dangerous, but it was even more dangerous how his biggest fear is never getting to talk to her again.

“Just a little,” She breathes out, a soft smile on her face. He’s sure that she will be the end of him.

“I’ll see you Monday,” He really shouldn’t promise things he can’t be sure of.

It was stupid.

It was stupid how Eric could be lying on his death bed, and his number one worry would still be what she was doing.

It took him a week to recover this time. He knew what he was getting himself into when he started doing runs with Sunwoo. It was not enough. Not enough drugs, not enough money, not enough energy to argue.

If Eric looked bad, the other guy went to hell and back. People always doubted with the way Eric was built that he couldn’t pack a punch, but he loved to prove people wrong.

“You disappeared!” She says, sitting in the seat in front of Eric but immediately turning around to face him. She frowns at his appearance, causing Eric to lift his hood up and tighten the strings. He never wanted her to frown at him again.

Eric remains silent, not knowing what to say. He hated how he lied to her.

“Where did you go?” She asks nonchalantly, taking her things out of her bag.

There’s no way she didn’t hear the rumors that circled around about him. Some of them true, some of them untrue.

One way or another, she already made up her mind about what he was doing the past week and where he was.

“Y/N,” He warns, knowing she was edging into dangerous territory. She didn’t need to know the truth. The further she stayed away from the reality of Eric’s life, the better.

“You disappeared for a whole week Eric,” She reiterates, frowning once again. “I had to sit next to Hyunjae the entire week. You know how he gets!”

Eric lets a smile slip out, something he found occurring more and more often with her. She made him so weak it was stupid.

“And now,” She continues, fumbling with her pencil bag in her hand to get out her color-coordinated pens. It was always different shades of blue for history. “You’re a week behind on the FDR presidency. Do you know how important the FDR presidency is? No, you don’t! Why? Because you missed a whole week on it.”

Eric laughs. He laughs for the first time in weeks.

She narrows her eyes before huffing and turning around in her seat. Now, all he could see was the back of her head. He kicks the back leg of her chair, stifling another laugh when she doesn’t respond. He kicks again, causing her to finally turn back around.

“Did you need something?”

“Teach me then,” Eric states.

Her lips part in a moment of confusion. Though his words startle her, the wheels seem to turn in her head. She turns around with confidence, pulling something out of her pencil bag. Eric wants to question it, but he doesn’t. When she faces him again, there’s a sticky note in her hand. She passes it over.

“My apartment. 5 pm. Tomorrow. You better show up,” She turns back around and doesn’t speak to him for the rest of class.

He doesn’t show up.

It was stupid because as he did his runs last night, he wasn’t at all worried about the altercations that could arise. Instead, he was worried about her.

It’s understandable. The reason why she ignores him when she sees him next. He deserved it. And possibly, it was for the better. Things never worked out when Eric got close to other people. It would be better for her. Right?

It was stupid.

But there he was, standing outside of the library doors and peering inside. He could see her from where he was standing. She was sitting alone, textbook in front of her and writing notes in the notebook beside her. She was using red, so it must have been math. She hated math.

It was easy to find her. Once again, he’s glad his perceptiveness came in handy at times like this.

‘I only ever go to the library on Drag.’

‘Well, ‘cause it’s quiet there, but never too quiet.’

‘Yeah, Jacob, I’m going there afterward. I have a big test.’

Granted, he probably should not have been listening to the entirety of that conversation considering she was ignoring him. But, if there was anything Eric was good at, it was doing things he isn’t supposed to be.

So, Eric makes a stupid decision. He makes his way over and hopes for the best.

She looked pretty. Staring down at her textbook in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed and her knee bouncing up and down.

“Can I sit here?” Eric’s voice breaks her out of her train of thought. Her face was stoic, and he couldn’t help but think about the fact that she normally smiled when she looked at him.

She nods her head at the chair in front of her and goes back to her notes. Eric pulls out the chair and sits, fidgeting with the strap of his backpack. They don’t say anything for a while, and Eric just watches her. She was reading the textbook now, but Eric knew she wasn’t actually paying attention. Her eyes would scan the line, pause, and then scan the same line again instead of going on.

“I’m sorry,” Eric finally says, leaning in closer. He wanted to make sure she could hear him. His eyes flicker between the textbook and her face, but she doesn’t look up at him. Instead, she continues to stare at the page that she’s been on for the entirety he had been here.

It was stupid, but he takes a leap of faith and shuts the textbook in front of her.

“I was reading that,” She mumbles, frowning.

“We both know you weren’t.”

It goes silent for another moment. It was evident that she was avoiding any eye contact with him, which made Eric more upset than he could fathom.

“Eric,” Her eyes dodged across the table as she came up with the right words to say. She was nervous. God, he hated that she was nervous. “I understand if you don’t want-” She stops herself, her frown deepening.

She looks up, finally, and Eric can sense that he’s not going to like where this was going.

“You don’t have to force a friendship with me. I understand if you don’t want to, but please,” Her eyes soften here, her words dissolving into a whisper.

“Don’t give me false hope,” She pleads. “Please.”

It was so stupid how those few words broke Eric’s heart when he could’ve sworn he couldn’t feel these kinds of emotions again. He wasn’t supposed to be capable of wanting something so bad, liking someone this much.

It takes Eric too long to figure out what he wants to say. She must have made up her mind about where Eric stood because she reaches for her textbook, muttering a quick, “I should go.”

“I’m sorry,” Eric repeats, wishing he could just spill everything right here and now. Tell her how since their conversations started, he couldn’t get her off his mind. How in his dark world, she made it colorful. “I’m really fucking sorry. Those were never my intentions.”

The words sounded forced, his voice straining. Something must have come across correctly, though, because she pauses her movements. Her textbook was already in her backpack, a sign that if he didn’t say something quickly, she would be up and gone before he could even explain himself.

“My life, I wish I could explain to you how complicated it is,” Eric breathes out. This time, it’s him who looks away, playing with his fingers that rested on the wooden library table. “I wanted to come, I really did. Even if I didn’t show up, I didn’t forget. It’s all I could think about. You’re-” all I can think about.

She doesn’t say anything, so Eric continues.

“If anything, I understand if you don’t want to be friends. There’s so much I can’t tell you, that I wish I could. But, trust me when I say that you’re,” He breathes out. “Everything. And I’ll take anything you give me.”

He feels better. He tries to make it obvious, that way he can blame it on his words for where he wanted this to go.

“I want to be friends,” She reassures. Her eyes soften again, and Eric can’t help but let a small smile peek out in relief. “I want to be whatever you’ll let me be,” She whispers.

It was stupid, but he thinks his heart is going to beat out of his chest.

It was so stupid.

But he’s going to let himself be selfish. Just this once.

“Go out with me.”

“Damn, FDR did all that?” Eric smiles up once she finishes telling him. The essay on his presidency was due last week, but she still insisted that she told him everything he missed.

“See how much you miss when you don’t show up to class and then bullshit your essays,” She shakes her head.

She didn’t need to know that he already knew all this. Or that he got a 99 on the essay. Anything for her smile.

It was stupid how in love he was.

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Beast in the Beauty - Chapter 1

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff

word count: 1,638

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“Hey! We need a coffee break!”

Eric, your best friend and partner for life (according to the man himself) dumps a whooping pile of files and documents onto your table. He puts on his signature whiny and pouty lips, then proceeds to cup his face with both of his palms while bending down onto your desk.

“Now in what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, Sohn Youngjae.” You heartlessly replied to the young man with his full name while typing away on your typewriter, not even sparing him a glance.

“How can you say that bestie when you’re well aware how Chief Ayden has been going on and on about me missing multiple deadlines. Thanks to him I have been pulling an all nighter for 5 days straight now. Even worse, he might extend that for another week or two.” Eric shuddered at the thought of it.

This time you stopped what you were doing and looked straight into the young lad’s eyes. “Well Mr Sohn. It’s partially your fault for ditching your job and missing deadlines while you went partying with the juniors at the local pub.”

“Hey, someone has to give the juniors a warm welcome no? Just like how you and I started off back in the good old days.”

“Well then, I’m sorry to say that karma gets back to you when it does. So suck it up and do your job.”

Right when Eric was about to put on this cutesy big doe eyes in hopes of changing you mind, you shut the young lad down with a stern look straight to his eyes, already knowing whatever trick he was about to pull. “Nope, I’m not helping you this time.”

Eric continues to beg and even starts bribing you with coffee and ice-cream dates, knowing damn well how you were a sucker for cafes. You chuckled internally as you knew how much of a troublemaker he was, always getting into trouble and getting his ass whooped by the Chief multiple times a month. You’re surprised he hasn’t lost his job just yet.

But you’re well aware that he puts his whole passion and heart into his job. And all of your co-workers and even the Chief himself knows that.

Despite his looks, he was one of the best detectives your unit has ever had for the past decade. He may be one of the youngest, even younger than you are, but he excels at what he does all the time.

Due to his outgoing personality, he was able to fit right into the team in no time and everyone truly enjoys his presence in the office really.

He was the first person whom you’ve made friends with (or rather he was the one who approached you firsthand) when you started your career. You were shy and terrified at the beginning, which is to be expected working in an environment filled with your opposite sex. But somehow Eric managed to break off the ice from the get-go and made you felt at home.

The young lad, who was a year younger than you were, always treated you to the best cafe dates whenever you needed a pick-me-up because heck, this job can be draining at times.

In no time, you both hit off as good friends, and always had each other’s backs. Along the way, you somehow begin treating him like a lost long younger brother that you’ve always wished you had.

All of a sudden, Eric’s whines were then cut off by a deep voice coming from right behind him.

“Get your ass up Eric, we've got work to do.”

Standing right behind your whiny friend was Ju Haknyeon, the only detective that is the same age as you were. You two immediately hit off right away in the beginning when you both first met, all thanks to his social butterfly persona.

Like Eric, he is a well-respected senior in the office, and he works directly under Chief Ayden. Hence, everyone counts on him to receive the latest news on cases to work on, or sometimes some hilarious or even embarrassing TMI’s about Chief Ayden which was what everyone in the office is most excited to hear about.

But looking at Haknyeon’s expression today, you knew that he wasn’t here for fun and games.

“It’s about what happened last night, isn’t it?” You questioned.

“Bingo.” Haknyeon then drops a thick pile of documents and the infamous red folder onto your desk.

You and Eric both knew what was in store for you both. It wasn’t just any red folder, it was the folder that contained all of the details in regards to the infamous case that haunted Whitechapel 20 years ago.

“Jack The Ripper.” Eric murmured.

“Exactly. A body was found at George Yard street last night around 2 hours past midnight. The M.O. was exactly the same as how the perpetrator did so 20 years ago. There’s no doubt that there is a connection there.” Haknyeon sighed heavily as he stroked his furrowed brows.

“So what are we gonna do now? Are we supposed to assist you in this case?” You asked the troubled young man, knowing damn well that he is definitely gonna take on this case as he works directly under Chief Ayden.

“Not just that. Chief Ayden has instructed that we are to open up a squad to resolve this so-called Jack The Ripper 2.0 case, and the both of you will be joining the team. No questions asked.”

You and Eric walked into Chief Ayden’s office while noticing the tension in the air. You knew how the case had deeply affected Whitechapel, and the police station you worked at was no exception. But all of you were fully aware how it has affected Chief Ayden the most.

He was part of the original cold case squad 20 years ago, and he has seen many of his subordinates leave the force for good due to the public pressure that they have faced for being unable to put the criminal behind bars. Some on the other hand went losing their minds as they were never able to fully recover from this case.

This was a big deal. To have Whitechapel experience this terror once again was worse than having a terrible nightmare. Neither of you want to experience the devil himself in this day and age, having to play cat and mouse with the killer.

This has to end. And you sure are determined to be able to finally catch the killer this time, finally putting an end to these chapters of horror and bringing justice to the victims from 20 years prior and from last night.

“I’m sure detective Haknyeon has already spilled the beans on the reason both of you are being called here so let me get straight to the point. I don’t care how many all-nighters all of us are gonna pull, if there’s ever a slightest chance of evidence or clue that gets us quicker to putting the culprit behind bars then get the hell onto it quick. Put your lives on the line for this case, and I mean it for real this time. Because I sure damn well will be doing so.”

The 3 of you immediately responded and acknowledged Chief Ayden’s instructions and all of you were ready for the next step of the job.

“Since this is a big case, and heck we’re reopening an infamous cold case from decades ago that taunted the entire nation, I have specifically asked for back-up from the headquarters. Which means we’re doing real business this time and I'm in no way in any mood to be playing games.”

You were stunned. From the headquarters? Your unit has hardly ever had backup from the superiors from Scotland Yard as they barely communicate and take notice of your unit in such a feared district due to the living conditions of the people here.

There have been multiple times where Chief Ayden has requested assistance from them, but many times your unit was left to their problems and all of you had to solve dozens of cold cases all on your own while dealing with the issues of having a high number of staff turnovers during the past few years.

However, since it was the Jack The Ripper murders you figured that the headquarters had to at least have a part in this, otherwise they would be dealing with the heavy criticism and fire from the public if such a small unit like yours was left to their own accord.

At that moment, a knock was heard from the other side of the Chief’s office door, and he gave the consent for the individual to step into the office.

A tall light brunette male, looking around to be 180cm tall, walks into the office.

He wore the classic white long sleeved shirt that was obviously a tad bit small for him, which made it look tight and the fabric was seemingly hugging onto his well-built body. On top of his shirt sits a shoulder holster, where the individual himself stored his weapons. The detective himself was also wearing a black glove on his right hand.

His facial features? Oh god. You were left stunned. He had deep dark brown eyes that just captivates whoever that dares to look into them.

Also the fact that his hair was parted down to the sides right in the middle? You couldn’t help but to be in awe as you stood there taking in the sight in front of you.

He was breathtakingly beautiful.

The individual then wasted no time in introducing himself to the team.

“My name is Lee Jaehyun, but I go by the name Hyunjae. It’s a pleasure to be working with you all.”

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