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wooataes · 8 months

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Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Six)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!AU, filler chapter before next big plot point 👀, Marvel spoilers i guess?? Jihoon sucks when it comes to talking about things, sus Jeonghan, swearing, feelings of self doubt?

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Just a short little filler chapter for you guys before the next big plot point! A few cute little moments and a lay off the angst for a bit too! Some new characters will drop next chapter, and I can’t wait for you all to read! Thank you all for loving this story as much as I love writing it 🫶🏼

-Tae 💜✨

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Y/N: Meet me at the auditorium after you finish class? I’ll be helping the Jeongyeon and the girls with their Vocal project and then we can go to the library.

Jihoon rereads your text for the fifth time as he makes his way towards the auditorium with a sigh, looking up at the sky as the sun tries to peek out from behind the clouds. It’s a Friday afternoon, Ji-ah has just sent him off with a kiss and a smile as she leaves campus to take the train back home to her family as per usual, leaving him alone for the weekend. He winces into direct sunlight with a scowl before trudging inside the large building.

Jihoon blinks at the sound of five distinct voices harmonizing together on the empty stage, and he recognizes that the voices belonged to your five girlfriends, Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Momo, Dahyun and Nayeon. He spots you sitting at the piano at the side of the stage, playing a simple melody as the girls sing into the empty theatre. He is captivated at how well the girls’ voices all blend together.

“Heaven forbid someone whisper ‘he’s part of some scheme’,” Jihyo sings. “Your enemy whispers,”

“So you have to scream!” The girls harmonize, and Jihoon’s eyes widen as you sing alongside them from the piano, still playing flawlessly.

“I know about whispers,” Momo’s voice is soft and delicate.

“I see how you look at my sister...” Your voice is clear as a bell as your voice projects through the room. Jihoon feels like time has stopped as he hears you.

“Don’t!”

“I’m not naive, I have seen women around you,” Dahyun’s voice is deep and angry, singing with emotion, your voice harmonizing behind her. He can’t keep his eyes off you.

“Don’t think I don’t see how they fall for your charms,” Jeongyeon and Jihyo sing together, facing each other and locking eyes.

“All of your charms!” Everyone sings together.

They’re good, Jihoon thinks to himself. Really good.

“I’m erasing myself from the narrative,” the girls all sing in a ladder, overlapping each other with precision.

“Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart,” their harmonies are on point, Jihoon can feel goosebumps rise on his skin.

“You have thrown it all away, stand back and watch it,”

“Burn~”

The harmony echoes through the empty seats, Jihoon now sitting at the end of the front row to listen.

“Just watch it all burn,” he keeps his eyes on you, singing full heartedly as you keep playing the piano without missing a beat. Your eyes are glued to the sheet music in front of you as the rest of the girls stay put in their spot.

Jihoon stays quiet in stunned silence as you, alongside your friends sing the rest of the song together in perfect harmony. He’s shocked at how polished the performance is, you all have clearly put a lot of time and effort into it.

“If you thought you were mine,” it’s almost like the girls were competing with each other for the best belt for the finale, but at the same time their voices overlapping fits the song perfectly.

“Don’t.” The song stops sharply and abruptly.

The girls are all looking expectantly at you, and you turn on the chair to smile at them.

“I think you’re ready.” You beam. “Like seriously, that was the best you’ve all sounded yet.”

“Really?” Momo smiles back at you, taking both of your hands in hers.

“Really!” You nod excitedly.

“I personally think we only sound this good because of you.” Jihyo smirks, hugging around you from behind, your laugh echoing in the room as she plants a kiss on your cheek gratefully.

“Oh hush, you.” You swat her hands playfully as the others laugh with you.

Your laugh is foreign to Jihoon, but he wouldn’t mind hearing it more often, he decides.

“I agree with Ji.” Jeongyeon hums, bumping her hip with yours. “Your voice was just what we needed to make it perfect. It’s a shame that you have to hide behind that big piano though. We need you center stage with those golden pipes.”

“Then who else will play the music, silly?” You snark back, smiling.

“We can easily find a backing track, miss smarty pants.” Dahyun raises her eyebrow as Nayeon points to her with wide eyes.

“She has a point, Bug.”

“And risk the performance fucking up because we trusted a machine?” You cross your arms with a pout. “I’m happy behind the piano, you know that.”

“Excuse me!” Jihyo’s voice now booms towards your soulmate, who was now sitting up, startled at the volume of her voice. “This is a closed practice! Women only!”

“I..”

“Yah! Have some decorum!” You throw a bottle of water at her with a laugh. “It’s just Jihoon. We need to go study for Film Studies.”

You roll your eyes with a grin as all the girls rush to grab you. But you’re faster, jumping off the edge of the stage and leaning beside Jihoon with your backpack in hand.

“No fair! You don’t get to steal her away!” Momo whines and stomps her foot, making you laugh and wave at the girls.

“Unfortunately, he does. Unless you want me to fail and stay behind for a year.” You smirk as they all relent. “Good job today, my loves! Same time next week yeah?” You blow them all kisses as they repeat the gesture back to them. “Sorry, did I take too long?” You ask your soulmate quietly as he trails out of the auditorium behind you.

“Uhh, no.” He finds his voice after a beat of silence, cheeks slightly pink. “Not at all.” Your angelic voice is still ringing in his ears.

“Sorry about them,” You wave your hand back at the building. “They tend to make goodbyes a drawn out affair so I tried to be quick.”

“It’s fine.” He nods, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, walking to the campus library with Jihoon in silence.

Jihoon watches you from the corner of his eye as you walk together, suddenly more withdrawn and quiet. If you were a flower, Jihoon would’ve thought you just wilted right in front of him.

“Do you think people will sit back and think about that?”

“This is exactly what this project is about!” You chirp, pushing the laptop towards him. “Think about it. Tony Stark is obviously a fan favourite, both in the comics and the cinematic universe.” You’re pointing out graphs on the screen. “Everyone was on his side when Civil War came out. I bet you were too.”

“I mean, yeah, I suppose.” Jihoon raises his eyebrow at you.

“Which brings me back to my point.” This is the most animated he’s seen you be towards him, scribbling down on a notebook in front of you both. “Bucky is not to blame for Tony’s parents death. Yes, he is the one who caused their deaths, but he was under the mind control of Hydra. He was not in his right mind to control his own decision making due to the fact he was literally being controlled by these crazy bastards.”

Jihoon opens his mouth to speak.

“I know what you’re about to say,” you counter before he speaks. “You’re going to say ‘but he still did it.’ I mean, he did do it but if I hypnotized you to be a killing machine that you literally couldn’t stop yourself from being said killing machine, would you have the power to stop me? The answer is no. Bucky didn’t deserve the witch-hunt he was faced with, and Steve was completely justified in protecting his best friend. Bucky even felt guilty about it when Tony confronted him.”

“Tony was Steve’s friend too, though.”

“Who he knew for what, five minutes?” You quip back. “If your childhood best friend made a mistake and spent his entire life in agony against his will, tried to defend himself from your new friend of two years, who would you be picking?”

“… you make a point, Choi.” He hums, nodding his head sagely. “Yeah, okay, this is good. This will get them talking.”

“And it’s perfect, because we can discuss both sides!” You smile. “Even though I’m on Bucky’s side.”

Jihoon lets out a chuckle, with a little smile on his face. “I’m happy with that idea if you are?”

“Really?” You sit up straight, blinking owlishly. “You don’t have any ideas?”

“I mean, I had a few ideas but they were all pretty one sided. This idea works well because we can say the views from both sides.”

You blink again before giving Jihoon a little smile. His heart skips a beat involuntarily. “Okay, let’s do that then.”

“I can work on the Stark side and you can work on the Barnes side and we can discuss?” Jihoon pulls out his own pen and paper, starting to jot down a few notes. “We should only do a few ideas now and next week we can meet up to watch the film to draw out some points.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You nod your head quickly as you both get to work, the only sounds between you both being your pens and the occasional clicking of the keyboard of the laptop between you both.

Every so often, Jihoon feels like he can feel your eyes on him, but every time he sneaks a glance, your eyes are firmly on your notebook, diligently writing line after line of dot points on your page. It must be his imagination.

Every few moments, he spots you reaching up and rubbing at a spot on your collarbone like you have an itch, and he feels his curiosity growing but decided to leave it be for the sake of the project.

“I heard you were helping out with auditions..” you trail off softly as you walk by Jihoon’s side, two hours after your study session had begun. The sun is setting in the sky now as you shove your hands in your pockets. You’re standing on the outer side of the sidewalk, feet ghosting over the lip of where the concrete meets the road.

“Sure am.” He drawls, kicking at a rock on the pavement. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” You shake your head quickly. “I was just going to ask how it’s going.” Your eyes stay focussed on your feet. Jihoon spots your neck flushing pink.

“It’s not bad.” He shrugs. “But I don’t know how you can work with some of those actors. Almost all of them can’t sing for shit.”

You let out a cough as you seemingly choke on your own saliva, a laugh escaping your throat. “They’re not that bad, Jihoon-ssi.”

Jihoon feels like it’s so formal when you address him now. There is still the occasional moment you will call him simply Jihoon, but never Oppa. Not since the incident.

“They are bad when you have to hear the same rendition of ‘Mamma Mia! Here I go again. My my, how can I resist you?’ for four hours.” He groans, your amused smile growing on your lips as he speaks. “Why didn’t any of your friends audition? They sound a whole lot better than anyone else who sang.”

At the mention of your friends, you perk up a bit. “Believe me, I’ve tried. But they’re happy in their little show choir. I insisted that they would easily get the main role if they just showed up to audition, but they argued with me every step of the way.” You sigh, shrugging your shoulders. “So, I gave up.”

“Hmm, pity.” He hums. “It would’ve been better than who they’re deciding for callbacks.”

You nod along with him, and just as you’re about to respond, Jihoon beats you to the punch.

“You would’ve been good, too.”

Your cheeks immediately flush a deep red, turning your head to look away. “Uhh, thanks.”

“I mean, it isn’t a compliment.” Jihoon retorts. Your shoulders sag. “Well, I mean… it is, I suppose.” He immediately tries to mend things. “But coming from someone who sadly has perfect pitch, you, Jeongyeon and the others were the best singers I’ve heard all month.”

“Thank you, Jihoon-ssi.” You smile softly at your soulmate before flinching and taking a quick step towards him.

You were standing a bit too close to the road as a car sped past you, almost knocking you off your feet if it wasn’t for Jihoon to catch you by the loop of your backpack. He swiftly maneuvers you to walk on the inside of the path, now standing in your original spot without blinking an eye or missing a stride.

“It’s fine.” He acts like nothing happened. “And, if it’s too much for your rehearsal, or whatever.. I’ve been trained in piano since I was in middle school. So, uh… I could play the backing track for you if you wanted to focus on singing with the girls… if you wanted.” It was his turn to turn red as he walked, stammering. He truly didn’t intend on offering this to you, he just let it slip out like word vomit. “I don’t have anything to do after school on Friday’s since Ji-ah usually leaves for her family, so I mean if you guys wanted I could help out.”

He was babbling and probably repeating himself now. Oh god, can you please shut him up.

“Oh..” your eyes are wide as you stare at him. “I mean, I can check with the girls… but are you sure? You really don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Jihoon feels it. Your nerves begin to swirl in the pit of your stomach, the doubt and worry running through you as you question everything.

“It’s fine.” He insists. “Really, I love playing the piano anyway so this is just like a holiday for me. Honest.”

“Then, yeah.. sure.” You nod slowly as your walking slows as you reach the block before your house. “I’ll ask the girls and see. Thank you.”

“Sure.” He hums, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

“And… uh… before you leave.” You pause at your front gate. Jihoon stops and turns to face you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Soonie told me to ask you… usually this time of year leading up to Cheol’s birthday, we usually go on a big camping trip. This year we’re going to Busan and Jeonghan has told us to invite anyone who we think would want to go.”

You’re kicking at the invisible dust on the ground. “Soonie knew I was meeting up with you for the project so he told me to ask if you and Ji-ah want to come. It’s in a couple of weeks from now so you don’t have to decide yet, but the offer is there.”

“Oh, that sounds fun.” He nods slowly. “I’m from Busan, so that’d be nice.”

“And you guys wouldn’t have to worry about getting a ride there!” You insist quickly. “Jeonghan is hiring a bus so you guys can just tag along- wait, what did you say?”

“It’d be fun..?” Jihoon repeats himself before you let his words process through your brain. You blink and nod your head quickly.

“Oh, okay. Good.” You step inside the gate. “I’ll get Soonie to text you the details?”

“Sounds good, thanks.” Your soulmate nods again, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Thanks for walking me home, Jihoon-ssi. Have a good night.” You bowed your head before turning around, rushing to the front door of your home.

“Goodnight.” Jihoon mumbles, the door already closed behind you. Once he knows you’re not going to go out again, he turns around and continues his walk home.

“Ladybug? Is that you?” You hear Jeonghan’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Yeah. It’s just me, Oppa.” You call back, stepping into the room and giving him a quick hug.

“It’s late. Did you walk home on your own?” Seungcheol steps into the room at the sound of your voice, hand on his hip.

“No, I had to study with Jihoon-ssi, remember?” You lean against the counter with a little smile. “He walked me home, it’s on his way.”

“Oh, how chivalrous of him.” He cooed playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh please.” You wave your hand. “He probably only did it because you would’ve murdered him if he didn’t walk me home, or had someone organized to get me.”

“This is true.” Your brother smirks, reaching out and ruffling your hair. You have a small smile on your face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeonghan, who watched you with a raised brow.

“Hannie-Oppa,” you turn to said man. “Jihoon and Ji-ah are confirmed to be coming to Busan too, Soonie invited them.”

“Ji-ah?” Cheol asks, tilting his head.

“His girlfriend.” You mutter, Jeonghan’s eyebrows raising so high up that he’s surprised they haven’t touched the ceiling.

Girlfriend. Interesting.

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comradekatara · 9 months

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atla ships ranked solely by name

reminder that i am basing this off of ship names i have seen frequently enough to be established and therefore judged. the actual makeup of the ship is irrelevant here.

zutara: 1/10. horrible. should be “katuko”

azutara: 0/10. even worse! should be “katzula”

harutara: 2/10. also not good. should be “kataru”

kataang: 8/10. now there’s a ship name!

sukka: 10/10. very jewish name, i love it

zukka: 5/10. i have no objections to it, but i don’t find it particularly inspiring either

zukki: 5/10. meh. not inspiring. i would’ve gone with “sozuki”

yukka: 6/10. pretty nice. “sue” would be funnier though

taang: 10/10. such a great ship name

tokka: 8/10. apparently this is the name of a teenage mutant ninja turtle character. cool

toko: 7/10. short and sweet. i like it

zukaang: 8/10. sounds fun and appealing. a good ship name

zuki: 6/10. it’s fine

tyzula: 7/10. i like that ty lee’s name is first

maizula: 9/10. manages to nearly fit both their names in there! good job

mailee: 6/10. good, but also kind of sounds like it could be another character entirely instead of a ship name

maizulee: 9/10. sounds very fun and exciting. i enjoy this one

ty luki: 8/10. very fun sounding. i know the kids these days are calling it “tysuki,” but i think that’s worse

azuki: 8/10. sounds very fun indeed!

maiko: 9/10. a cute, fun name.

maikka: 3/10. unfortunately this ship name does not spark joy. i would’ve gone with “sokmai” personally

sokkla: 2/10. azula’s name is barely even in there! “azukka” would be even worse though (see: the azutara problem) so maybe “sokzula”?

bakoda: 7/10. a solid ship name.

sutara or sukitara (i’ve seen both): 3/10. haven’t we learned by now? katara’s name should always be first!!!! (i propose “katsuki”)

katoph: 7/10. that’s better

yuetara: 6/10. yue’s name is too short not to come first, so i’ll make an exception for this one. and it sounds pretty

jetara: 6/10. i don’t like that jet’s name comes first, but i do enjoy that he and katara share the T

jetko: 4/10. not actually sure what else it could be, but this name does not spark joy.

jetkka: 0/10. sounds like someone hacking up phlegm.

yueki: 7/10. cute ship name. although again, might i recommend “sue”

urzai: 8/10. surprisingly fun name

jinzula: 8/10. love this name. very cute

jinko: 8/10. also a cute name

not atla but shoutout to both makorra and korrasami for being 10/10 perfect ship names

and then of course, the best ship name of all: mohawk (momo x hawky): ♾/10.

#if i missed anything obvious please let me know in the replies please ridicule me for all time please #posts brought to you by that tiktok of the woman ranking how things get crushed in a hydraulic press #and that other tiktok of the man describing his reaction to seeing dominoes fall

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nczennie · 9 months

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be my baby.

Final Part of She's Like the Wind

Pairing: Reader x Stray Kid’s Lee Know AU: Summer love, based on the film Dirty Dancing Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (18+ only) Preview: "I'm scared of my future, I'm scared that I've been lying to my parents,". Reaching just a foot away from him, you look up at him, "But most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room, of leaving this summer and never feeling my whole life, the way that I feel when I'm with you". Words: 10.1k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of food, mentions of drug use and their effects, mentions of past overdose/death (not main character), smut scene (oral fem. receiving, unprotected penetrative sex)

It’s only a couple of hours later that you find yourself sneaking out the door of your room once again.

Once your dad made sure you were in the room you shared with your sister, he went next door to the one he shared with your mom. You waited until you felt it was long enough, taking off your makeup and changing into comfier clothes before sitting on your bed for a while in case he did come back in to check on you.

Taking the time in silence to think, you can't help but look back at your relationship with Minho. From his cold glares, teaching you to dance, to kissing, when he called you beautiful... It couldn't have been nothing could it? You refuse to believe that no matter how you started, that along the way he didn't feel anything for you even if it was just a fraction of what you felt for him.

Finally having enough of your thoughts, you walk as quickly as you can across the quiet resort, only the sounds of crickets in the grass under the moonlight keep you company. Making your way to your destination, you take a deep breath before knocking firmly on the door.

Minho opens the door shirtless, moving the shirt he held in his hands over his chest slightly to try to cover himself once he sees it's you. Clearly flustered, he lets you in without a word either way. He closes the door behind you before turning to busy himself tidying the small room he called home. You stare at his bare back, all this time you've spent touching it with dancing and learning the routine but you had never seen his muscles without a shirt. He clears his throat to speak up though he doesn’t turn to look at you, “Sorry about the mess. I know it’s not as nice as the room you must be staying in”. Your eyebrows furrow as you step closer to him, his back still the only thing in your view, “No, it’s perfect”.

A silence lulls between you both, only the soft music from his record player filling the space. You swallow nervously, “I’m really sorry Minho, about my father. About how he acted towards you”. The boy finally turns around, shaking his head at you, “No, he was amazing, helping Momo like that. I can’t thank you enough for bringing him out”. You open and close your mouth with a sigh, “No, it really wasn’t right to judge you like that, like you were the one at fault”. His mouth quirks at the edge for a split second, “Was he wrong though? Look, I can’t thank you enough for helping me, helping us, but you can’t be blind to the crowd of people we are. We’re not the people you usually surround yourself with, and maybe even it’s better if you don’t, your father knows that for sure”.

Suddenly feeling furious you clench your jaw to stop yourself from speaking irrationally, “Are you serious? Do you really think I’m the type of person to judge others based on miniscule actions like that? That I walk around thinking I’m better than everyone else because of how I grew up?” Minho gulps and averts his gaze as he notices the tears forming in your eyes, but you can’t control your emotion. You can’t believe after all this time he still thought of you as some sort of stuck-up princess.

Gaze, still averted, he speaks again, “I know you’re better than me,” he mumbles your name and before you can argue with him he continues his speech. “You're kind, you're always smiling like you still see the good in the world, cause you do. You-you got your whole life figured out, going to university and shit and not stuck working at some shithole hotel where you're looked down upon by everyone just because you don't have enough money!" His voice grows louder as he continues his rant, booming over the music in the room, throwing the shirt he was holding in his hands to the floor in frustration.

"That's not true! Minho I-" you raise your voice but he doesn't let you finish, continuing where he left off.

"And you're so brave," he says your name, "You're so brave helping us out like you have, some strangers who you rude to you, who judged you. Not once did you judge us, but gave us your time and money."

"I'm not brave," you finally get out, "I'm scared Minho".

Finally turning to look at you, he looks confused as if he couldn't understand what you could be scared of. "I'm scared," you state again taking tiny steps towards him, "I'm scared of my future, I'm scared that I've been lying to my parents,". Reaching just a foot away from him, you look up at him, "But most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room, of leaving this summer and never feeling my whole life, the way that I feel when I'm with you".

Your bottom lip trembles at your confession, at the silence that follows. It's so quiet you can hear the skip of the record, changing to play a new song.

Swallowing you decide you can't take the silence anymore, "Dance with me". You see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, before his hands make their way up to grab at your hips, pulling you flush against him. Your breath hitches but you quickly recover, moving your hands along his arms up to his bare shoulders. He takes the lead, much like the fateful night where he first taught you to dance. Now as you both move to the music, there is no intricate ballroom moves, just the sensual movement of your hips against each other, his breath fanning into your neck as you pull him closer to you.

Alone with him in his room, there is no longer the pressure of being able to dance as well as those around you. Instead you lose yourself in the music, lose yourself in Minho. The rhythm seems easy to follow, not trying to impress him but instead doing what feels right. You remove your hands from his shoulders, moving them up your neck and above your head as he dips you backwards, hips still moving against yours. Your mouth falls open with a small gasp as you feel him place a kiss on your chest where your tank top reveals your skin.

He continues to run his lips along your skin, up to your neck as he straightens you back up. Leaning your head to the right, you close your eyes as you take in the feeling of his soft lips on your neck. Eventually he smoothly runs his hands down from your hips to your ass, squeezing you and helping your move along him how he pleases.

You can't help the sound that leaves your mouth as you feel Minho everywhere as you dance together. He finally moves away from your neck, looking down at you with hooded eyes. Your eyes automatically close has he leans forward, but rather than kissing you, his lips merely brush yours as he speaks, "Is this okay?" Opening your eyes, you nod profusely, "Yes. Minho, please". Seemingly getting all the assurance he needs, he finally presses his lips against yours.

It starts as a gentle kiss, your hips still moving along to the music, but as soon as you move to run your tongue along his lips. He stops his dancing to put all of his focus on kissing you, both of his hands coming to grasp your jawline as he runs his tongue along yours. You can't help but moan into his mouth as he moves to push you into his bed frame.

You pull away to catch your breath but Minho continues to work on you. Kissing down your neck, collarbones, to your shoulder where he moves the strap of your top down. Once it's down he moves to your other shoulder, kissing it gently after moving the strap. You can feel as he hums against your skin, lips moving to the center of your chest where his hands come up to move your top down under your breasts, much easier with the straps out of the way.

He doesn't bother to remove your shirt all the way, instead focusing on your breasts just as they are. Throwing your head back as one of his hands moves to cup you, groping you softly as his mouth focuses on the other, his tongue warm and wet against your nipple.

Minho pulls his mouth away from you with a wet pop, "My pretty baby," he mumbles out, not stopping as he continues his way down your body. Moving the bottom of your shirt slightly upwards in order to place wet kisses on your stomach. He finally settles onto his knees on the ground between your legs. Humming against your hip bones, he moves to grab at your sleep shorts, hooking his fingers into the soft material to pull them down your legs.

You try not to think too hard about the cotton of your panties as you step out of the shorts and Minho throws them on the floor next to him. Though they don't seem to bother him as he moves forward once again to place open mouthed kisses to your covered mound. The wetness from his mouth seeping through the white material.

He runs his lips across your thigh and you can feel your face flush as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze. "Can I have you? Just like this?" His voice is soft but you nod right away, "Yes. Yes, Minho, I'm yours".

Without another word he turns his attention back on the white material, kissing and running his tongue along it before finally reaching up to remove it completely. You gulp as he drags them down your legs, tossing them to join your shorts. Your breath hitches as he grabs ahold of one of your legs, moving to place it atop his shoulder, granting him better access to you.

Minho moves without hesitance, moving forward to run his tongue completely along your wetness. You gasp at the feeling, stumbling a bit, using one of your hands to grab at the wood of his footboard. "Oh my gosh, Minho," you moan out as he continues to work on you. His tongue works quickly, running along you as he hums as if he were enjoying it at much as you were. You let out a cry as he moves the hand not holding your leg up to run along your folds, moving to spread you open holding you there in order for him to wrap his lips directly around your clit. Your other hand moves to grab onto his hair, running through and pulling on the softness in an attempt to ground your especially as your legs shake from the pleasure.

He moans into your core as you continue to pull at his strands, his tongue switching between running along you to flicking at your clit which causes your mouth to fall open. At his patterns you start to fall apart, toes curling, legs shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up with your grip on his bed. His grip tightens against your leg, moving to fully engulf you with his mouth to bring you to your end.

You eventually have to push him away from his attacks on your clit, whining as he finally pulls away leaving you sensitive. He places your leg softly on the ground and you swallow hard at the obvious wetness lingering on his lips and chin. Breathing still slightly uneven you watching as he moves to stand, attaching his lips to yours in another kiss as his hands round to grip you. Minho bends slightly in order lift you into his arms, moving the short distance to drop you on his bed. You land with a giggle, breasts bouncing on impact as they still hang out over your shirt.

Minho looks down at you from where he stands, a cross between an amused smile and smirk grazing his lips as he moves to remove his belt from his slacks. Sitting up on your forearms, you're able to watch him as he moves his belt, placing it on the chair before he unbuttons and removes his pants and underwear at the same time.

You gulp as you take in his length, it's already standing hard from before, his tip red and ready for your attention. He moves to join you on his bed, straddling over you, eyes wandering over your face. "I thought I could handle just having you with my mouth, but I was wrong. I want to take you completely". Your tongue wanders out to wet your lips, his gaze following before he speaks up, "I need you too, Minho, all of you". As you speak up, you take the chance to run one of your hands up his firm torso, eventually moving to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet you in an urgent kiss.

Minho kisses you back hard, his lips almost feel as if they're bruising as he pushes you flat onto your back. You stay kissing, intertwining tongues as he ruts slowly against you. Eventually his hand moves between you both in order to grip his length, guiding it to run over your folds. He glances at you one last time as if to see if you changed your mind, but at seeing no hesitation he pushes his cock into you, biting his lip at the feeling.

Letting out a strangled moan at the feeling of him stretching you out, you move your head to the side, your hands gripping his scratchy sheets. After you both adjust, Minho starts to move his hips, his slow pace speeding up to become more steady as he draws more noises of pleasure from you. "That's it, baby" he breathes as he lowers his body down and presses his chest against yours, still rocking his hips, "My pretty baby".

If there was any doubt before about Minho's skillful hips while dancing, there sure wasn't anymore as he expertly drove his hips into yours. Every thrust leaves you breathless and the drag of his chest over yours just leaves you more sensitive. He moves his left hand to grab ahold of your thigh, hoisting it over his hip to drive his cock even deeper into you.

You cry out at the feeling, your hands moving to grip onto his back, nails certainly leaving their mark on him. You can't help but clench around him as you near your end and he groans himself at the feeling. His grip on your thigh tightens as he speeds his pace up, looking to take you both to the end.

You cum with a sob of his name, your arms holding him close to you and his hips continue their fast pace. Whimpering at the sensitivity you wait patiently for him to come to his end, "Minho," you whisper in his ear, "Please, please cum for me." You're whining now as his hips begin to stutter, "You're so good, please Minho". He cums with a quiet moan, hand still gripping you almost painfully and the other braces himself on the bed as to not place all his weight atop of you.

There a few moments of silence, just the sound of you both catching your breath and the music from the record player still coming from the corner. He finally removes himself from you slowly, rolling to lay beside you, "Fuck, baby".

A smile quirks on your lips as you turn your head to look at him, his eyes close, eyebrows furrowed, and face still red. He crack an eye open as if he could feel you staring, "Just give me one moment," he mumbles out, pulling a blanket from the top of the bed to throw over you. "I promise I'll clean you up, I just need my ears to stop ringing first".

You laugh at him, content to just lay there beside him. Feeling safe and comfortable with Minho beside you. You end up staying the night with him, cuddled in his bed still listening to music and just talking. Talking about anything that came to mind. You reluctantly slip out of his housing just as the sun was rising, sneaking back to your room with a smile on your face as you finally get some sleep.

The summer trudges on and so does your time with Minho. Seeing as the performance was over, there was technically no need for you to see the boy anymore. But that didn't stop either of you from sneaking out at random parts of the day or night to see each other.

Dancing in empty rooms, swimming in the lake, loving each other between his sheets. He was your whole summer and more. There wasn't anyone else who knew the extent of your relationship. Not even Momo or Jeongin, not catching the sly glances you give each other when you come to the staff get togethers.

You were curious one early morning as you lay with Minho in his bed, both of you quietly listening to the record playing. Both bare underneath the blanket, you were cuddled to his chest, one of his arms around your shoulder, fingers tracing patterns on your arm.

"Have you had many women?" you finally ask.

"What?" He says after a moment ask if he didn't understand you, but you can hear the beat of his heart pick up under your ear. "Have you had many women?" You ask again, leaning up slightly to take in his face.

He gives you a confused look, "I-what? Why are you asking me that?" You chuckle at how nervous he's getting, you shrug, "I don't care how many if that's what you're thinking." You lean up on one arm, letting the blanket fall from your chest. Watching as he gulps, you speak again, "Earlier this summer Max kind of insinuated that there were some married women at the resort who look to have some fun with the workers. You were dancing with one, her name was Ruby".

Minho leans up on his arms, "Look, baby, I-" He pauses and you watch him, "I'm not judging you, Minho". You try to reassure him but he averts your gaze before talking again, "It's not something I'm proud of okay, being with a married woman. But there are some ladies who pay us workers to have extra fun. I know we shouldn't, it's wrong. But you don't understand what it's like to be tempted by money like that, cause you need it, cause you've never had it".

Nodding slowly you look around his room, you weren't sure what to say. Sure it was wrong but what right did you have to comment on anything dealing with money? That was made clear to you since the beginning.

"Have you," You start, till not meeting his gaze which you can feel on you face, "Have you since we-" "No" he doesn't let you finish as he understands. It hasn't been long since your first night together but you wouldn't know how to feel if he's been having others at the same time too.

But then again did you even have a right to ask him that? You weren't sure, there was never any labels or talk about what you both were. Perhaps because you both knew whatever this was would end with summer. The thought made you nauseous.

"I've always been single if I took up their offer, they may be betraying their husbands but I'm not the type to do that, to even think of that if I were seeing someone myself." He speaks up at your silence. Turning to look at him finally, you give him a small smile, pushing him back to lay down and laying yourself on his chest once again. Suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of having to leave him you just wanted to hold him as close as possible.

There's silence again, Minho taping along to the beat of the song playing and then he speaks again, "Remember how I told you it was always just me and my mom?"

You nod the best you can on his chest, not moving as he moves his hand to play with your hair. "She was a heavy drug user. My dad left us when I was very young and every since then she escaped with drugs".

You try to move to look at him but he uses his hand in your hair to keep you down, as if he wouldn't be able to tell you these things if he had to see you.

"That's where all of our money went, to her buying. I hated how she acted so that's why I took up dancing after school. It was so nice to be able to do something I enjoy and not have to think about anything at home". You start to rub circles on the side of his bare chest, wanting to at least do something to show you were listening.

"Once I got into high school, I made the wrong friends. I started using too, I thought my mom had been doing it forever so what the hell. But then one day," he starts but pauses when his voice trembles, "One day I came home after dance and I found her, my mom. She had overdosed."

"Minho-" You try to speak but he interrupts you, "No," he says, "Don't, please don't say anything". You gulp but listen to him. "Since that day I swore off that shit and vowed to never put someone through what she put me through. I moved in with Jeongin and his parents and got clean and continued dancing. After graduation Jeongin's dad found me a job using dance here and I've been here since."

No longer being able to ignore him, you sit up, frowning when you see tears streaming down his face. "It wasn't all bad though," he speaks giving a small smile, "Those bad friends I made in school, that's where I met Momo". You move to wipe his tears, "I wanted so badly to help her, I made her join dance with me. That's how we became partners. But she's always been up and down. Especially now with her jackss boyfriend, ruining all her progress".

You make him sit up so you can pull him into a hug. No wonder he had acted the way he did at the party when the worker offered you something. And with Momo, you didn't know he had been trying for years to help her and yet your father acted like it was his fault she was even in that position.

Pulling him tighter you finally speak, "Lee Minho, you're strong and amazing and your friends are so lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have met you this summer".

You pull away slightly to place a soft kiss on both of his cheeks, the taste of his tears lingering on your lips.

He brings a hand up to cup your face, gently running his thumb over your cheek before placing a kiss there. "I think I'm the lucky one".

You enjoy your quiet time with Minho, that's how the two of you had started and been since. Just the two of you, seemingly in your own world, away from the reality of your relationship.

Maybe that's why neither of you made an effort to tell the extent of your relationship to anyone else. Not even Jeongin or Momo knowing that you two continued to see each other outside of the staffing parties they invited you to.

Having your secret meant no one could remind you that summer would end soon, that Minho seemed to hate you at first, that your father seemed to hate him.

Instead you both could hide away from it all, him continuing to teach you dances and spending time in his room. Soaking in all the time you could before it was over.

You had been dancing with Minho between some of his classes and now he was walking you back to the main lounge where you were to meet your family for lunch. Laughing beside him as he tells a story of when Jeongin had gotten drunk last night, you keep your eyes on the dirt path. The path taking you through the trees until making it to the sidewalk of the main resort.

Almost reaching the sidewalk, you pause when you hear some familiar voices. Your eyes widen when you see your dad, sister, and Chan walk out of the building straight ahead of you. Panicking, you quickly push Minho off of the path and against a near tree, ignore the "What the fuck" coming out of his mouth as you try to hide both of you from their view.

You gulp, pushed against Minho as you keep an eye on your family. "Chan," your dad speaks, "Thank you for the tour, why don't you join us for lunch?" Chan seems to hesitate, "Oh, I'm not sure, I wouldn't want to intrude". Your sisters speaks next, "C'mon Chan, you don't work till later". "Obviously it would make Daisy happy," you dad joins, "Plus you can continue telling me about your university". You watch as Chan eventually agrees, your dad putting his arm around him as the three of them continue on the sidewalk to the lounge.

Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you step away from Minho, only to look up and see the boy giving you a dark look. "Sorry," you gulp, "My family," you start but trail off not even sure how to continue the sentence.

Minho hums, throwing his hands in his pockets. You stare at him, unsure of what to say. "You know my dad doesn't know about us, and if he did-" you try to talk but Minho cuts you off with a scoff. "Of course, can't let him know you're with the guy who gets his friends into drugs".

"Minho, no. That's not-" But he doesn't listen, only talks more, "It's fine, it's true. I'll never be like the waiter. Chan and his perfect past and attending university. That's the kind of boy he wants for his daughters".

Reaching to grab him, you want to get him to listen, to let you explain, but he moves back away from your touch. "Look, I know we weren't exactly telling everyone about us but I also didn't expect you to make me hide behind a tree to avoid your family from seeing us together". Your throat tightens and tears between to prick at your eyes, "Please, Minho"

But the boy moves to walk, groaning and running his hand over his face, "I knew it, I knew this is what would happen." He shakes his head, "I'm just a fool to believe I have anything you need".

He turns, going to walk back to where you both came from and you try once more to call out his name. But he just continues to walk and you don't chase him.

Guilt fills your body the next couple of days, you know now that you never should have made Minho hide the way you did. That even knowing how your dad would react, you should have stood up for him. Told your dad what an amazing guy Minho is, that no matter what he would say it wouldn't stop your feelings for him.

But instead you let Minho believe he was no good for you, something he had already told you he thought before this started. How would you be able to recover from this?

You spend the the days looking for Minho, to try to apologize to him, but you can't seem to get him alone. Even when joining Jeongin at the parties, Minho wasn't in attendance. Not quite sure what to do, you feel desperate as you trudge to the staff housing one afternoon.

Knocking at the door you wait a second before it opens, "Hey!" Momo greets, "What are you doing here?" She looks as if she's in the middle of getting ready. You swallow, licking your lips, "I'm sorry, do you have a second to talk?". She purses her lips but nods opening the door, "I have a shift soon but you can talk while I do my makeup".

Taking a seat at the end of her bed you watch as she starts her stage makeup at her small vanity. "Minho and I have the after-dinner shift in the dancing lounge tonight". You nod, swallowing before speaking, "How is Minho?" "He's good, I guess. One of the other dancers has been out for the week so he's been taking his shifts as well". You don't know how to reply, don't know how to tell her what you came here for.

"Are you okay?" she asks, looking at your through the mirror, taking a break from applying her eye shadow. You avert your gaze to your lap, "Momo, do you remember when I told you that I liked Minho?" You can hear her turn around in her seat to look at you. "Well I believe that Minho liked me too".

Looking up to meet her confused gaze, you continue her story, "Since the night of the performance we-I mean he kissed me. He called me beautiful. And ever since that night, we've been...together and it's been so amazing and I-I think I love him Momo". You sigh, tears coming to your eyes as you confront your feelings.

The girl only looks at you blankly, examining your face. "Look," she finally says, "Is there, I mean have you, are you paying Minho?" You look at her in shock and disgust, she must think you're like those married women who pay for the company of the dancers. That Minho being with you has to only do with your money but you fell for him anyways.

"No!" you state, "No, there is no money. You must know we've been dancing together this whole time and it happened. I'm not paying him to sleep with me!" You become frustrated. It seems that no matter what you do, your money will follow you. Minho thinks he's not good for you because of it and now Momo thinks Minho is only with you because of it.

"I'm sorry," she states as she watches your tears start to spill from your eyes, "I was just asking, I didn't mean anything". You shake your head feeling deflated in the place you came for help. "I have to go," you stand and walk to the door as she calls out your name. You ignore her, leaving the room and heading to walk to the main resort trying to wipe your tears.

As you sniffle along the path, you hear someone call your name in the distance. Looking up, you see Jeongin waving at you, a large basket in one of his hands.

You walk to meet him, his big smile falling off his face when he can clearly seen you've been crying. "Are you okay?" he asks and you shake your head, tears starting to fall once more. "Here come help me fold these napkins".

Following him to the outdoor restaurant you stand beside him in silence, watching as he teaches you the proper way to fold the dinner napkins. Moments of quiet follow before he speaks up now that you've seemed to calm, "Will you tell me what happened?"

You huff, paying attention to the white cloth in your hands. "Minho," you finally say. He pauses his folding to look at you, "Minho?" You nod, avoiding his gaze but you finally let yourself speak. You tell Jeongin about the lake, about the night of the performance, of all the times after you and Minho were together, dancing and talking and loving. And of course you tell him about what you did to him when you saw your dad.

Jeongin takes in the story in silence, and you let him process as he must be so confused not having a clue about you and his cousin. "You see," he finally says, "Minho as had a really hard past". He looks at you confused when you nod, "He told me, about his mom". He looks shocked, "He told you?" You nod grabbing another napkin as he continues to look at you. "I was going to say that because of his hard past Minho can be really reserved, it takes him awhile to open up to people, that's why he seems so cold. But it seems you must be something special for him to tell you his story".

Looking up sadly at him, you confess, "I love him, Jeongin". He merely looks, at you, mouth quirking. "I know it's not ideal, with summer ending and all and I'll be leaving but I can't help it. I love him. I love him and I ruined it by making him think he's not enough for me".

Jeongin shakes his head, finally reaching to fold his napkin. "I know it's hard for you too. You have a great relationship with your family so it feels wrong to keep something secret from them no matter how much it means to you". It's true, you had been so scared to be keeping this secret from them, even just when you and Minho were strictly dancing. You had never lied to them before and now you were scared how it would effect your relationship.

"It was a mistake," You confess, "I never should've made Minho doubt himself or how I feel for him. I want to tell him this, to tell him that I love him. But I can't find him and now telling you this or telling Momo it just makes me seem like I shouldn't. That I should just leave him alone".

He sighs, "You know him and Momo's past, she was just trying to look after him like he always does for her". "She probably hates me for making Minho feel this way" you say but Jeongin makes a noise, "That's not true, she's protective but once she sees how you truly feel for him she's understand".

You grumble, "I just need Minho to understand".

That night after dinner you find yourself walking back to your room with your sister. You stifle a yawn as she drags on about why she thinks red lipstick will be out of style soon. Your parents have stayed in the lounge to watch a jazz show but you and Daisy insisted on going back to the room, you're exhausted from your draining day.

You stand in front of the elevator waiting for it to pick you up and take you to your floor. Daisy hums along the the quiet music playing in the hallways and you look down to your feet, moving them slightly and remembering random steps Minho has taught you.

The elevator opens with a ding and you hear Daisy gasp beside you, looking up your eyes widen to see the elevator was not empty. Your stomaching dropping and your chest tightening in a way that makes you feel sick. "Oh, sorry" Daisy giggles slightly embarrassed as your eyebrows furrow.

Inside the elevator is Minho, still dressed in his dancing suit, hands on the hips of another woman, her lips pressing into his neck before she notices you both. She turns to apologize and you recognise her immediately, Ruby. The married woman that was dancing with Minho that fateful night when you first found Momo. The woman Max explained that would get more than dance lessons with the money her husband gave to her.

You ignore as Ruby apologizes to your sister, eyes not leaving Minho's brown ones as he realizes it's you. Your lips begin to tremble, throat burning as you urge your tears to not fall. His lips open and close a couple of times, but his face tells you nothing, blank as it's always been.

Averting your gaze as he and Ruby move out of the elevator and you and your sister take their place. Daisy pushing the button to your floor, the doors closing finally blocking your view of them.

Now that you're finally out of their view you let out a cry, an ugly sob at seeing Minho with another woman. Your sister seems to panic beside you, asking if you're okay but you can't bring yourself to talk. Just trying to calm yourself as she wraps her arms around you.

An hour later you have managed to stop your crying and clean up for bed. You lay now under the comfort of the blankets, gazing at your sister who sits on her own bed across from you. It's silent besides the flipping of her pages of the magazine she looks through.

"Daisy," you call to her, "Are you sad to have to leave Chan soon?"

She purses her lips and looks to you, "Of course I am. We've spent so much time together here. But I know we will see each other more." She sounds confident, "His university is closer to the city so I will easily be able to see him".

Swallowing you decide to ask another question, "Do you love him?"

The small lap beside her bed illuminates the redness that comes to her cheeks. "Yes, I believe I do. That's what makes it so much harder to leave him".

The sinking feeling suddenly returns to your stomach and you turn your body around to face the wall, having enough sister gossiping for the night. You think of what Daisy says, that it will be harder to leave Chan because she loves him. You already had no doubt that it would hurt to leave Minho, but could it hurt worse than this? Hurt more than seeing him with another woman in the elevator? Hurt worse than having him think you believed he wasn't enough for you?

You weren't sure which will cut you deeper but it is clear that this summer will leave you with scars you will never be able to forget.

At this point there were only a couple of days before you and your family left the resort and returned home to the city. Summer was coming to an end and soon your experience here will just be memories.

You sit at lunch now with your family and Chan. Chan explaining to you all about the final show that the resort hosts. There is to be a large dinner in the lounge, everyone dressed in their best attire, and all of the talent staff gets to perform for them.

"It's amazing really," Chan says excitedly, "We have such amazing musicians, singers, and dancers here and they all work really hard to put on one last grand show for the guests". Your mom and sister smile excitedly at the news, already planning what to wear. Your own ears perk up as well, will this mean you will get to watch Minho dance once final time?

You recall the first time you saw him dance, partnered with Momo as the two best dancers you have ever seen. Nothing quite captivated you like their dancing and you find yourself hoping to witness it one more time.

"Chan is friends with some of the singers that are going to perform," Daisy tells you all excitedly, "He actually has an amazing voice himself but he has to work on serving the guests so he isn't able to perform". Chan blushes at the attention your family gives him, "Oh, no no I think I would be too shy to perform anyways, but one of my best friends Seungmin works as a singer here. His voice is truly out of this world".

Your mom excitedly explains she remembers Chan's friend from his performance in the gazebo last week. Suddenly your dad speaks up as he swirls his wine glass, "It's good you have some friends that work with you Chan. But just make sure you stick with the right crowd, son. I know there are employees here that don't make the right decisions and I would hate for a good kid like you to get mixed up in that".

You freeze as he talks, putting your fork down as you feel your rage start to fill your body. Chan only nervously chuckles but you know exactly what your father is talking about. The night he helped Momo is obviously clear in his brain and he still holds a deep judgement for everyone that was there. Perhaps even you.

"My friends are not for you to judge, daddy". You speak to your father across from you.

Everyone stops what they're doing to look at you. Clearly shocked as you were never one to speak up, especially if it meant speaking against your father. He puts his drink down, "Excuse me?" You swallow hard trying not to lose your confidence. "I know what you're implying by what you said, but you have no right to judge them. They are my friends and they are some of the greatest people I have ever met."

Your father's gaze hardens and you can see out of the corner of your eyes that your mother reaches out to grab his arm, "I have every right to judge them," he says your name firmly, "You dragged me to help with the mess that they made. No one ends up in those situations if they make the right decisions".

Clenching your jaw your try to chose your words carefully, "I never would have expected my father to be a man who judges those on such miniscule things. I thought he was better than that".

Your sister looks at you wide eyed before your mother shouts your name, no one pleased with your words. Your father merely keeps your gaze for another moment before he leaves the table without another word.

Your mother calls your name, "How could you speak to your father in such a way?" She looks worried but the rage you felt is still strong. "I am merely sticking up for those that I love".

Hours later and you have cooled off enough to attempt to find your father. After guidance from your mother, you were able to find him sitting alone under a gazebo, seeking shelter from the rain that had started falling.

You move to wordlessly sit next to him but he doesn't even make an attempt to look at you. After a moment of nothing but the sound of rain falling, he finally speaks, "Is that where my money went?"

Looking at him confused, you weren't sure what to say so he speaks again, "When you claimed you had a friend who needed money to get home, is this where it went instead? For them to buy drugs?"

Your eyes widen, "No! Of course not, daddy! You don't understand," you turn in your seat to face him, "That money was for her, but it was for her to enter a program to break her addiction. But that night her boyfriend came and stole that money and caused that mess".

"Her boyfriend?" he questions, "One of those two who were waiting with you outside?". A panicked feeling rises in your chest as you feel you have to hurriedly defend your friends as quickly as possible. "No! Daddy, you have it all wrong. Those guys are Minho and Jeongin, they are her friends and they are the ones who are desperately trying to help her break her addiction!"

Your father only stays silent. You weren't sure what you were expecting, maybe for him to apologize for the misunderstanding, to offer to fix the way he acted towards them. But you're starting to see now that maybe your father is no longer the man you admired since you were a young girl.

"You know I'm starting to think it was a mistake to let you move into a dorm when you go to university this fall, we should look into you staying at home instead" He turns back to face the view of the lake once again, "I'm disappointed in you," he says your name.

Eyes watering as you realize this is forever the turning point in your relationship, "Well I'm disappointed in you too, daddy"

He turns his head quickly to look at you, seemingly more shocked at your words than upset. You will yourself to continue your speech even as your voice wavers, "My whole life I believed you were the greatest man in the world. I looked up to you and thought you could do no wrong. I thought you were the kindest man alive who was eager to help those around him. But now I can see that I'm wrong".

He says your name but you continue to speak your mind, not even bothering to wipe the tears that have fallen down your face, "I'm not your little girl anymore, daddy. I'm an adult who can make my own decisions, and live with my own mistakes. I'm sorry I didn't turn out into the perfect daughter you always dreamed of me being". You finally let out your emotions, feeling a huge weight being lifted that you have felt for years.

This summer wasn't the first time your father made you feel this way but it finally opened your eyes and allowed you to act on it. You don't know what'll happen between you two now, but you find comfort in the fact that you voiced what you really feel to him.

At the end of your speech you get up and make your way to the walking path, not bothering to look back at your father.

You walk the long way through the heavy rain, not even feeling bothered by how soaked you were getting. Now you walked with a mission after the adrenaline from speaking with your father still lingered in your brain.

Making your way to your destination without much thought, you were suddenly knocking on Minho's door. Hoping he would open it and hoping he would even let you in after seeing it was you.

The door suddenly opens and Minho stands there eyes widening when he sees it's you, "What are you doing here, it's pouring" He gestures for you to come inside. You watch as he closes the door behind you and moves to grab a towel as a change of clothes. You hadn't seen him since the incident with your family and your heart thuds loudly at the sight of him.

"Here you need to change quickly" he avoids eye contact but hands you a towel along with a shirt and pants that were his. You move behind a screen he has set up and dry yourself and change, listening as you can hear him move to the record player and starts some music.

You set your wet clothes over the screen to dry and see Minho sitting on the edge of his bed. He's wearing a black tank top and slacks like the many many times where he has taught you to dance. Taking a chance, you move to sit beside him and when it doesn't move away you relax a little.

Thunder booms in the distance and your hand twitches in your lap, wanting nothing more than to reach over and hold onto the man you have come to love. But suddenly the image of him in the elevator with Ruby comes to mind so you squeeze your own hands together instead.

"I spoke to my father today," you start as you stare at your hands, "I had grown up thinking he was the best man in the world but after hearing him talk badly about you and Momo I realized the wasn't the case. For the first time in my life I spoke up". You can feel his gaze burning into your face but your own eyes stay planted to your lap.

"He's your father, baby" Minho speaks, the nickname rolling off his tongue before he can help it, "He only wants best for his daughter, you can't blame him for wanting better for his daughter than to be caught up in a crowd like that".

"No!" you reply, frustrated because he doesn't understand, "You don't get it Minho. "All of my life I have merely been a projection of his idea of a perfect daughter. Everything I have ever done is because he wanted me to." You sniffle and quickly wipe your tears, "This summer was the first time I have truly felt like I have made my own choices. I chose to be friends with Jeongin. I chose to help Momo. I chose to love you". Your voice falters in the end.

A silence follows but you decided not to dwell on it, "The point is that for the first time in my life I spoke out against my father. I defended Momo, I defended you, I defended myself." you look up to the roof to try to stop your tears.

"My father had no right to judge you and I made sure to tell him that. He had no right to make your feel so low about yourself," you pause for a second, "I had no right to make you feel that way, Minho. I regret nothing more than making you believe like you weren't enough for me. I was just a scared little girl who was afraid of her father. But I know now that he wasn't worth making you feel that way about yourself".

Sobs begin to wreck your body and Minho stands to grab tissues from his dresser. He returns to his seat next to you, handing you one tissue while he keeps the other help to dry your tears. One hand strokes your hair as he waits for your to calm down.

Just as you finally catch your breath your reminded of the image of him and Ruby so you speak again, "I'm sorry," you sniffle, "I just didn't want to leave this summer having you think I felt that way about you. Even though you haved moved on, please just know I truly love you Minho, and you were more than enough for me".

Minho frowns as you attempt to stand from his bed, "Hey, what are you doing?" He questions, standing and grabbing your forearms to face him. You shake your head, "I know Minho. And I know you saw me too, with the elevator, and Ruby".

He gulps, "It's not-" he pauses closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "It's not like that okay". You swallow, "I saw you both with my own eyes".

"Okay, I was upset. When I was working my shift and when Ruby offered me money like all the times before I followed her to her room," You avert your gaze not knowing if you wanted to hear the details he was sharing. "But she had leaned in to kiss me and I couldn't do it. I pulled away before she could and told her I couldn't She offered me double but I still refused. When you saw us in the elevator she was walking me back down so I could leave, she kept grabbing me and kissing my neck to try and change my mind but I was grabbing her to remove her from me".

Looking at him once again, you can't lie to say you didn't feel relieved at hearing the truth, "Really?" You ask just to make sure and he nods, "I told you before I don't do that if I'm taken and no matter what happened I can't stop thinking about you".

You gulp taking in the darkness of his eyes. "So you really defended me in front of your father?" He smirks and you shake your head with a small laugh, "Yes, and I would do it a million times more. I wish I was strong enough to do it before".

He runs his hands up and down your arms, "It's been hard for me to accept that I am good enough to have you, we are so different in every way. But I have come to love you so much that I'm afraid no matter what I can't let you go".

Eyes widening you look up to meet his gaze, "Did you say love?"

His smirk only deepens, eyebrows raised as he replies to you, "Yeah, didn't you say you loved me too? Or did I misunderstand?"

Quickly wrapping your arms around him, you pull him into a tight hug, "Minho, I love you. I don't want to leave". His arms wrap around you just as tightly as he begins to rock you both back in forth. "It'll be okay," he says your name softly, "We'll figure something out".

Unfortunately the night of the final dinner has arrived. It was your last night at the resort and tomorrow morning you would be packing to leave. You sit at a dinner table in the longue with your family, enjoy the show that the talented workers put on.

Just a dessert was served they announced the performance of two talented dancers and you smile widely as Momo and Minho take the stage. "Those are my friends," you say proudly to your family and your mother and sister watch with interest as your dad huffs. Although things are still strained with your dad, the two of you have at least starting talking to each other once more. There's a part of you that hoped he was starting to realize that he was the one is the wrong.

The whole crowd watches in awe at the professional dances that Minho and Momo perform. Their routine include difficult moves that impressed everyone, including the lift you had begged Minho not to include when you were doing your own routine in the beginning of the summer.

You clapped loudly as it came to an end, even standing to show your support. The whole crowd roared and even your mom and sister cheered loudly, clearly impressed.

Quickly excusing yourself from the table, you make your way to where they would come off stage. Smiling brightly as they made their way down the stairs, "You guys were so amazing! It feels like it's been so long since I saw the two of you dance together". They smile back at you, Momo pulling you into a hug. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me this summer," she whispers in your ear and you squeeze her. Starting next week she will start attending the rehab your dad had recommended. You wished her luck and she pulls away, "I better see you again next summer".

You chuckle as she walks away, reaching your hand out to grasp Minho's. You hear someone call your name and you turn to see Jeongin making his way over to you with a big smile. Letting go of Minho's hand you pull the younger boy into a big hug, "I'll miss you" you tell him laugh as he spins you around, "Maybe Minho can bring you over to my house something," You nod. Jeongin will be going back to his parents house, attending school until next summer came around.

"I would love that," you say and give him one last squeeze before he has to return to work. Finally to turn back to Minho, "You were so amazing up there, I will never get tired of watching you dance". He chuckles but you can see the redness of his ears. He pulls you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead. Reaching for his hand once again you pull him towards the table where your family sat. Your sister smirks while your mom wears a curious expression, you didn't need to look to see your father had his jaw clenched.

"Everyone," you say, holding onto Minho's arm with both hands, "This is Minho". They give you a questioning look but your mother urges him to take a seat nonetheless.

He bashfully thanks her before taking the seat between you and Daisy. There is a beat of silence but you smile at him to attempt to ease his nerves. "Do you know Chan by chance? He works as a waiter?" Your sister speaks eager to break the quietness.

Minho nods clearly his throat, "I don't see him often but he's very kind". Your mother speaks up next, cutting into her cake. "I know Chan only works here during the summer, is this only a summer job for you too?"

Your father seems to perk up, eyeing him to hear his answer which makes Minho nervous. You grab his hand under the table and give it a squeeze. "That's right, it's pretty slow here the rest of the year. I only work here for summer but the rest of the time I work at another hotel dancing, as well as working at a nearby gas station". He turns to look at you and you give him a reassuring nod. He speaks again, "Although I'm going to start taking classes at the community college here in town this fall".

"Oh? Is that right? What are you planning to study?" You mother gives a smile and Minho blushes, "Childhood education".

The table pauses, as if they didn't hear him right. "Minho, is a wonderful dancer as well as a wonderful dance teacher". You boost for him.

"That makes sense, you were so amazing up there" You sister praises him. He licks his lips, silently thanking her as he reverts his eyes, never one to take compliments so easy. "It's my dream to open a dance academy for kids in school. Dancing helped me as a young kid when I was going through hard times so I would love to provide the same opportunity to others".

You can't keep the smile off your face as Minho explains, so proud of the man that you love. Daisy and your mother gush over him and his plan and urge him to eat some of the many desserts they served the table with.

Some time later you decided to take a walk with Minho, "I'll be back". you say as you and Minho stand. Your mother and sister bidding him farewell.

Suddenly the sound of a moving chair screeches and your eyes widen to see your father has stood up along with you. The three of you stand in shock for a moment before your father moves, reaching his hand out to Minho, "It was nice to meet you. I wish you luck on your schooling as well as your future plans".

It's simple but it makes you smile. He had finally realized he was the one in the wrong.

Minho thanks him profusely and they two of you finally make your way out of the lounge hand in hand. The two of you walk the path outside, taking in the stars and you swing your arms back and forth.

You can't lie that you were terrified to leave Minho tomorrow. The future seemed so unclear without being in the same resort, being hours away from each other instead. But you both promised each other to visit one another when you had the chance.

It'll be hard you know, but you think for Minho anything would be worth it. Worth it to see him accomplish his dreams, worth it to be with the man you love.

"What a crazy summer" Minho speaks, and you laugh, "I never would have imagined my summer would have gone like this". He agrees with a hum, "Do you regret it?" You quickly shake your head, "Never. Even if in fifty years from now you decided you no longer love me, I will never forget this summer and everything you did for me. You helped me more than you can imagine".

Minho wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest, "I think we helped each other, baby".

You reach to place a kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Minho".

He stops walking to place a hand on your jaw, bringing you in for a slow kiss. Pecking you several times after which leaves you giggling as he pulls away, "I love you, baby".

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One Last Dance | Chapter 5

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

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"Okay, off you go. Play nice with your brothers while I get your sister cleaned up and you wait for dad to come home." You say softly as you put Soonie in Minho's room.

You stand up straight and take a long stretch as you scan the main room of the apartment. You know Moonshine is hiding somewhere, you're just not sure where. You heard her screaming to get out the entire time you were cleaning the other cats.

"Momo, come on out! I'm not going to hurt you. You just can’t live with flour on your fur forever." You walk around quietly looking for her, checking her usual hiding spots only to find them all empty.

You stand in the middle of the living room, hands on your hips trying to figure out what to do. You could just grab one of the cat snacks and just shake the bag to lure her out. Her love of food might trump her fear of baths. Just as you're about to walk over to the kitchen, you hear the front door opening. Your blood runs cold, realizing that Moonshine might be lying in wait for her chance to escape.

"Wait, don't open the door!" You shout as you rush to the door to act as interference in case Moonshine makes a run for it.

But it's too late, you're too far and Minho didn't hear you. He opens the door wide enough for a while fluff ball to whiz past him, jumping over the foot he purposely placed to prevent any escapes.

"Shit," You mutter as you run past him to go after Moonshine.

"Which way did she go?" Minho asks coming up next to you.

"I don't know dipshit, you tell me. You were outside." You groan.

"Hey, don't get snippy with me. I tried to stop her. It's not fault that fat bastard is fast and agile as shit."

"Sorry," You rub your temple and take a deep breath, "How about you go that way and I go this way? We text if one of us finds her."

"On it," He says quickly before darting off to his designated section of the apartment complex. You feel bad for having Minho help you look for Moonshine knowing he just pulled a double shift at the restaurant. You'll make it up to him by cooking dinner.

You quickly make your way out of the apartment complex to look for Moonshine. If she was still inside, you would see her white fur standing out against the grey walls. The stairs lead directly outside with no door in the way.

"Mo-Mo! Come on, it's big and scary here. I can't protect you from the outdoor cats. They're much meaner than Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. They will not hold back!" You call out.

It's not like Moonshine has never been outside. She's just never been outside by herself. You and Minho take the cats outside sometimes to get fresh air and properly sunbathe. You're not entirely sure where she would go.

"Mo-Mo!" You call out again.

Meow

You freeze dead in your tracks trying to figure out where the noise came from.

"Mo-Mo?" You call again, hoping she'll respond again.

Meow! Meow! Meow!

You quickly turn in the direction of the bushes near the car. You see one bush rustling specifically. You quickly walk to it and start moving leaves. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find Moonshine in the middle, tangled in the branches. You send a quick text to Minho letting him know you found her so he can go back to the apartment and rest.

"You dumb baby," You laugh as you walk further into the bush, twigs grazing your legs, "See, your actions have consequences."

You spend 5 minutes poking your fingers and hands as you try to free Moonshine from her leafy prison. Eventually, you free her and hold her close to your chest to prevent her from running again. Her white and grey fur is now also covered in dirt on top of the flour. You know it's going to be a fight when you get home to get her clean.

Walking back to your apartment, you hear music blasting. You roll your eyes knowing that your neighbors are back on their bullshit with their music once again. You're going to have to tell them to knock it off so Minho can get some sleep in peace. As you get closer to their door, you pause. The beat of the music quickly grabs your attention. It's like a mixture of jazz and hip-hop. It sounds fresh and new. Something you would dance to. Something you need to dance to. The perfect song that would stand out for your company auditions and on your YouTube channel. You quickly walk up to the apartment and start banging your hand on the door, although you're not sure how they'd hear you over the music.

A little bit later, the music stops and you hear rustling on the other side of the door before someone opens the door. His soft and dough-like face twists into a smirk when he sees you. The dimple on his face showing.

"Back for round 2?" He says confidently.

"In your dreams, Chan." You roll your eyes.

"I better get to sleep then. Anyway, I know you're here about the music, I'll turn it down."

"Wait, wait don't! I mean, yes turn it down. It's way too loud. But I--That song, where is it from?"

"We made it. Just finished producing it. Just going over the sound."

"You guys did?"

"Did you forget that I graduated from JYPUA with a degree in music production last year?"

"I don't know you enough to just know that about you."

"We can change that." He grabs the top of the doorframe and leans in towards you.

"I have a black belts in taekwondo, hapkido, and martial arts, I will hurt you."

"Is that a promise?" He gives you a toothy grin, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Goddamnit, never mind, fuck," You breathe as you turn to walk to your apartment.

"Wait, wait, I'm joking. Come back," You feel Chan's hand on your shoulder to stop you from leaving.

"I just wanted to know about the song. I wanted to know who made it so I could listen to it and maybe use it for auditions." You sigh.

"Do you want to listen to it? Like, the full song?" He asks quickly.

"Right now?"

"Well, not right now,"

You're suddenly aware of the state of yourself. You ran out so quickly, that you didn't even put shoes on when you went to get Moonshine. Both of you are covered in flour and dirt and a little bit of blood. There might be twigs in your hair too for all you know.

"Right," You shake your head, "Let me take care of Moonshine and get cleaned up first. I'll swing by in an hour?"

"Yeah, that works. See you in an hour. Bye, Moonshine." He coos at Moonshine who mewls back at him.

***

After setting Moonshine and bathing her, you gave her Soonie, Doongie, and Dori a snack as a reward for enduring what they probably considered torture. You changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt after Minho helped you put ointment on all of your battle scars from today's great feat.

Walking into Chan's apartment, you had a vague sense of déjà vu. You know you've been in the apartment before but both times you navigated through it you were 1. drunk and otherwise preoccupied and 2. hungover as shit. You definitely had blinders on when you came in. You don't exactly remember everything in the apartment, but it feels familiar enough.

In the dining room, Chan's roommate sits at the table with his back facing you. Although, you've met Changbin before and this man is definitely not him. His hair is brown and straight and his overall frame is small. Changbin is jacked, you've had the pleasure of witnessing him wearing tank tops a few times and the biceps on that man are very noticeable. Did he move out?

"Oh, I don't think you've met our other roommate. He keeps to himself a lot. Y/n, this is Ha--"

"Jisungie? You live here?" You asked shocked as you're face to face with the former fourth member of Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin's freshmen year dorm room.

"Noona? What are you doing here?" He asks just as shocked, freezing in his spot.

"I live next door,"

"Really?"

"You two know each other?" Chan asks confused.

"Yeah! I'm good friends with his roommates from last year. He was too pouty and moody to play nice with the others though. He did write a song about me."

"I-I did not write a song about you!" He stutters, his face turning red. You can't help but smirk.

"Excuse me, noona, but do you have a boyfriend? A-ah, sorry, that must have been too direct. He always seemed to be working on that song when I came to grab Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin." You giggle, laughing at the memory.

"I'm just going to find the tallest building in the city and jump," Han says suddenly, getting up from his spot at the table as his face becomes extremely red. Chan, laughing, puts a hand on his youngest roommate's shoulder to stop him from leaving the room.

"H-Han you said that you didn't write that about anyone."

"Clearly, I lied. I'm a liar, hyung. Plus, I never thought she'd be out next door neighbor. Man, I have the worst luck." He drops his head in his hands.

"If you're this disappointed that I'm your next-door neighbor, then you're going to be devastated when you find out who lives across the hall." You laugh again.

"Who lives across the hall?" You can't help but enjoy Jisung's flustered state, "Noona, who lives across the hall?"

"Leave the apartment every once and a while and you'll find out." You tease.

You know you should probably tell him, but you also don't want to be around for the hissyfit that is sure to ensue when he finds out the Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Felix, his roommates last year, live across the hall. Jisung was always relaxed and polite anytime you went over to get Hyunjin or the trio. But you've also heard horror stories from the boys, no doubt Hyunjin exaggerated them, about how bad of a roommate he was. You're not entirely sure what happened, but you know that Seungmin isn't particularly fond of Jisung after an incident involving a wallet and that Hyunjin and Jisung were constantly at each other's throats. Felix felt mostly indifferent, most of his arguments with Jisung were misunderstandings and miscommunications because of Felix's limited Korean. Luckily for him, he's picked up the language relatively quickly.

"I didn't take you for a groupie, noona," Jisung says suddenly. Or maybe he and Chan were talking and you weren't paying attention.

"Why would I be a groupie?" You raise one of your eyebrows looking at the younger boy.

"Han--"

"Because of Chan hyung. He was a legend on campus-- still is. All three of us are actually, 3racha."

"Sriracha?" You ask confused.

"No...I mean technically yes, but no. You really don't know?"

"Han mayb--"

"I pretty much stick to the dance department's bubble."

"Pretty sure Chan hyung slept with some groupies from the dance depart--"

"Okay, Jisung, think that's enough of that!" Chan nervously laughs, ears turning red as he slaps his hand over Jisung's mouth. You can't help but smirk at his sudden flustered state. He quickly pulls his hand away from Jisung's mouth and gives him a look of disgust as he wipes his hand on his pant leg.

"What are you trying to hide? You and I already slept together so you don't have to put on an act." You tease.

“You two did what? When?”

“Y/n, let’s go, yeah.” It comes off more as a command than a question as Chan leads you towards his room.

The two of you leave a confused Jisung standing in the middle of the apartment trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Walking into Chan's room, it's noticeably cleaner and neater than the rest of the apartment. His bed is made, shoes in a rack in the corner, and the closet door shut. In the corner of his room near his desk, there's a piano, a guitar, and one of those electric drum kits. His desk is the only thing that's out of place. It's what you'd classify as an organized mess. Empty and have drunk water bottles line the back of the desk. The trash can filled to the brim with balled-up pieces of paper. Various pens, pencils, and guitar picks litter the desk. There are three stacks of paper but they seem to be organized. All of them are written in black ink and have notes in pink, blue, and purple. One stack has red notes on it and the other has green notes. You watch as Chan goes to his desk and cleans up the stacks.

"Make yourself at home." He says quickly as he makes a bit of space and turns on his laptop. You look around the room and settle for sitting on the bed. Chan can't help but smirk when he sees you.

"Don't say a thing," You sigh. You already know he has some joke about how you feel at home on his bed ready to go. In reality, there's no other place to sit other than his desk.

"I wasn't going to, I'm a gentleman." He says turning around and placing his hand over his heart.

"If you're such a gentleman then how do you know why I told you not to say anything?" You smirk this time, his ears going back to red. Or maybe they're just always like that.

"No comment. Just sit over here." He slightly grumbles out as he pats the back of his desk chair. You think about it for a minute before getting up and taking the seat at the desk.

As you pull the chair closer to the desk, Chan leans over you. Both of his arms cage you in some sort of hug from behind as he types on his laptop. He's so close you you that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. His face is so close you yours that one quick turn and you'll accidently kiss him. Maybe that's what he wants. His scent is intoxicating, making your head swirl. For all you know, you probably weren't even that drunk when you ran into him at the bar. You probably got too close to him and the woodsy, yet faintly flowery aroma that seems to follow him. It's a contrast from Minho who, no matter what he does, always has some faint smell of vanilla and caramel mixed with coffee and the end of Summer. Chan smells warm and comforting but not as much as Minho.

"Okay," You slightly jump at the sudden reminder that Chan is also in the room. "here's the song. It's called, Scene Stealer."

The two of you sit in silence as the song plays. Chan released you from your caged-in position and took your spot on his bed. He watches you nervously as you listen with your eyes closed listening to the beat. Your body moving automatically already brainstorming choreography for the song. You can feel the jazzy, hip-hop beats in your soul. It really is the perfect song for you to use on your channel and your dance company auditions.

"So," Chan gets up and quickly cages you in again as he stops the next from playing, "what do you think?"

"it's perfect! It has both hip-hop and jazz elements. Those are two of my specialties. I already have so many ideas."

"Don't get too excited," Chan smirks while he towering over you.

“What? Why?” Your face scrunching up in confusion.

“I’m not going to just give you the song.”

“I’m a university senior living off campus and 4 cats. I’m flat broke.” You slightly pout.

“I don’t want money.”

You sit in silence for a moment, thinking and blinking, trying to figure out what to do. You need the song.

“I’m not sleeping with you for music.” You say firmly when your brain settles on what he must be hinting at.

"What? No! That's not what--" He lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You said you need this song to help further your career as a dancer right? And that it would benefit me and 3racha, right?"

"Right,"

"So, wine and dine me."

"Excuse me?" You're taken aback by the sudden change of subject.

"Let's treat this like a business transaction. You wine and dine me and prove to me that it'll work out in my favor."

"By wine-ing and dining you?"

"See, we're on the same page!" Chan shouts excitedly.

“Sounds like you’re trying to take me on a date.” You say cautiously.

“If you give off date vibes then that’s on you. But I’m serious. Really think about why you want our song and try to convince me. You're going to have to do things like this once you officially join the industry anyway. So practice.” He has a good point.

“Fine,” You stick out your hand towards him. “We have a deal.”

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When You Leave Pairing : non-idol!Yandere!Lee Heeseung x F!Reader TW : yandere behavior ; stalking ; kidnapping ; Word Count : 2.7k A/N : Not requested, but I haven't written for Enhypen in so long, so... Here's this little thing!!

It’s amazing how one look at someone can trigger such strong emotions. Hatred, envy, lust, anger, love… It all depended on who that person was, who that person is, and it just so happened that that person was you.

The strangest thing was, all of those emotions didn’t hold a candles light to the way you made him feel. It was so much stronger than all of those put together, he didn’t understand it, and that just made him want you more. You weren’t just a mystery to him because he didn’t know you, you were a mystery because you managed to make him feel this way, a way that he had never felt before.

He’d watch you, your every move a target to his peering eyes that seemed glued to you. Could you feel him watching? Did you know he was there? He tried to stay hidden, he didn’t want to frighten you, not at all, he just wanted to watch you, make sure you were okay, make sure you made it home alright. Nothing that he did was creepy, at least he didn’t think it was. He just needed to wait for the right time, the right moment to make his move. Timing was of the essence, and if he timed things wrong, everything could fall apart.

“Oop… I’m so sorry…” You proclaimed as you bumped into him with your cart at the grocery store, unaware that he had purposely stepped in the way of it when you were looking down at the lower shelves. This was how he’d get you to talk to him, how he’d get to know you personally instead of just watching you from a distance. “I know you… You’re in here all the time. Do you work here?”

So you had noticed him already, you’ve seen him, you saw him often, often enough for you to think he worked there. He simply chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his hand on your cart, his way of holding you there without actually having to hold onto you, as much as he’d like to. “No, I guess we just have the same schedule.” He lied, hoping that you hadn’t seen him follow you on the way to the store. “I’m Heeseung, by the way… And you are?”

He already knew who you were, he had followed you to work one day and found out your name when one of your coworkers called for you. “I’m Y/N.” You answered, although he could tell that you seemed kind of nervous, or maybe shy… Did you maybe like him too? Did you think he was cute? Oh how he wished he could read your mind just now, to know what you were thinking. “Well… Uhm… It was nice finally getting to talk to you after just passing by you for so long. I have to get home and feed my babies.” You said almost awkwardly, giving him a small nod before trying to push your cart forward, but his hand held firm onto the basket, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked at you.

“Babies?” He had been following you for so long, how could he not have known that you had children? Who’s were they? Were you with someone? How had he not seen them before? He was raking his mind trying to remember an instance where you might have come out with someone else, a child or another man, but he could only think of you, remember seeing you by yourself. This made absolutely no sense.

You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you held up your hands. “N-Not… Not those kinds of babies… I meant my cats. I have two, Mimi and Momo.” You explained, stating the names of your cats proudly, but he was barely paying attention to the last part, only listening long enough for you to tell him that there were no children, there was no one else. He sighed heavily, relief washing over him as he smiled at you. “I really have to go though, they’ll attack me at the front door if I’m not home soon enough.”

A soft hum drifted from his lips as he stepped back, letting go of your cart to let you leave. “I’ll see you around.” He said as casually as ever, a simple goodbye, one that you looked at as just that… A way to say goodbye… But he really would see you around, you just wouldn’t see him. You never did, he made sure of that, but he made sure he could always see you.

Watching you had been enough for a short period of time, and then he got to talk to you at the store, and that was great… Until it wasn’t. It didn’t bring him the same satisfaction as it did before. He always had to say goodbye to you, he always had to watch you leave the store, and then he’d have to wait until the next day to see you again.

He’d listen to your small talk, acting like he didn’t already know how your entire day went. He’d nod along when you ranted about small things that people did that irritated you, and he’d pretend that he hadn’t been there the whole time to get irritated right alongside you about how rude or annoying people were with you.

It had been enough, but now it wasn’t. He needed to be there with you, he didn’t like watching you leave, he didn’t like having to wait to see you. He wanted to see you whenever he could, whenever he wanted to, and that called for measures that took a lot more planning than just getting you to bump into him with a grocery cart.

“Heeseung!” You called out through the speaker of his phone, and he smiled to himself when he heard the panic in your voice. “Mimi and Momo are gone… I thought… I guess… I don’t know. I didn’t remember opening the window in my room, but maybe I did when I was tired. I don’t know, but they’re gone!” You were absolutely frazzled, you were clearly devastated, he could hear you were crying, and while he knew he should feel guilty for being the cause of your distress, he didn’t. This was worth it, it was all worth it, because it meant that he’d get to have you.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you look for them. Just send me a picture of what they look like and I’ll search for them too.” He lied, sitting on the couch in his own apartment, the two cats sitting beside him as he gently scratched along Mimis back. “I’ll call you to let you know if I find them, try to stay calm though, okay?” He tried to soothe you, but your breaths were still erratic as you hummed in agreement over the phone until the line went dead.

He’d give it an hour or two, just to make it seem like he was really searching. He had the whole thing planned out in his mind, this masterplan that had taken weeks to devise and now it was all coming to fruition. He’d get what he wanted, no matter what it took, no matter what he had to take.

Waiting was the hardest part out of the whole plan. Breaking into your apartment had been easy as pie, your windows weren’t the best and it was quite simple to just lift the window pane and climb in. Grabbing Mimi and Momo had kind of been a struggle, but with the right amount of treats and head scratches he had gained their trust and he was able to pick them both up and leave out the same window that he left open to collaborate with the false story he told you. Now all he needed was to get you into his own apartment, and once you were there, he’d never let you go again. He couldn’t.

The minutes ticked by slowly, so painfully slow that it was starting to become irritating. It felt like they were doing it on purpose just to mess with him, just to piss him off. Two hours felt like forever, and he was becoming jittery and impatient. Would you be happy to see him and your cats? Would you want to reward him for finding them? It would be a nice thing to do considering you assumed he had taken the time out of his day to look for your cats. Truthfully, he had taken the time out of his day for you, for your cats… It was just so that he could take them… Instead of finding them… But it’s the thought that counts, right? He was doing it for you, dammit.

It had been 3:30PM when you had called him the first time, and he had gotten intermittent sporadic texts from you about how you still hadn’t found them, and he had to text back saying that he hadn’t either… But once the clock read 5:30PM, he was ready. Two hours had passed, and now it was time for everything to culminate, it had all been leading up to this moment, and what a beautiful moment it would be.

The line rang, and it rang until you answered, your heavy panting heard through his speaker, it was obvious that you had been running, or maybe you had just been walking the entire time and you were out of breath. “I found them. Someone turned them into the local animal shelter and I have them with me. I brought them to my apartment though, I thought they might be hungry or thirsty. They’re okay though.” It was easy to lie when it wasn’t exactly… Lying. Sure, he had to put a little fib in there, but it was for a better cause. “I’ll text you my address and you can come get them.”

There was a sob from your end, but it sounded… excited, relieved, thankful? He couldn’t really place his finger on just what it might be that you were feeling, but you definitely didn’t sound sad anymore. “Thank you… Thank you so much! I’ll be right over!” Your words were rushed when you spoke them, and his fingers were just as fast as he typed out his address and sent it to you. It would only be a matter of time before you showed up at his front door. He’d let you in, and then he’d never let you out again.

It’s not like he was exactly kidnapping you… He liked to look at it as you moving in, you just didn’t know you wanted to. That’s why he had brought your cats, so that it would be more inviting for you, maybe you’d be happier. See, he wasn’t evil or mean… If he was, he would have just taken you and left your cats behind, but he knows you love them, he couldn’t take them away from you. He’s a nice guy, and he hoped that you’d see him the same way still.

The light knocking on the door had him jumping up from the couch and running over, throwing open the door and quickly inviting you inside. “Don’t want them to run out again, right?” He teased, and you threw him a jokingly annoyed look before running over to his couch and petting the two balls of fur that you had been looking for. “See, they’re okay!” He said calmly as he deadbolted the door, slipping the key into his pocket and walking over to where you were. “I can’t believe they made it this far though… I mean, that’s quite some walk, right?”

“Mmhm…” You murmured, but then you froze, looking up at him with narrowed eyes, confusion written across your face. “How do you know how far they made it though?” You asked, and now he was the one confused, his head tilted and his lips pursed as he silently questioned what you meant. “You don’t know where I live… I could be right around the block… You’ve never been to my place.”

Shit… That had been the first mess up, but he tried to cover it as quickly as he could, his heart beating fast as a sense of impending doom clouded his mind. “Well… I was just assuming… Their paws were a little rough when I got them from the animal hospital.” Would the lie work? Would you believe him? Fuck, you were checking their paws.

Your finger slid across the little beans on both cats paws, and then a loud huff left your nose as you shook your head. “Their paws are just as soft as they were when I last saw them… And their fur… It doesn’t look out of place… Or… What animal hospital were they at? I just need to call to make sure they didn’t feed them anything weird. They’re on a specific food… They’ll get sick if-”

He groaned loudly, running his hands through his hair. “Why can’t you just be happy that I found them? Why do you have to question everything? They’re fine! They haven’t been sick since I got them here. They’ve been sitting on the couch with me for two hours!” And there was the next slip, and he saw your body tense up and your head slowly lift from the cats to look at him once more. Was it fear… uncertainty… anger… or maybe a little bit of all three that flashed across your face in a split second.

“T-Two hours?” You repeated, his teeth audibly clenched together, his jaw tightening as he stared at you. “You said you just found them… I’ve been looking for them for two hours… Are you lying to me? Why would you… What did you do?” You shook your head, pulling off the cat carrier from your back and opening it, both the cats jumping in willingly.

This was the part where you’d try to leave… And it’s not like he’d try to stop you… You couldn’t leave anyway. The door was locked, there was no way out. “I know you’re upset…” He whispered, watching you get up from the couch and head over to the door. He didn’t follow you, he simply watched as you grabbed the doorknob and turned it… And then you pulled, but the door didn’t budge. And then you pulled again, this time more frantically, the doorknob jiggling, and he could sense your panic from across the room. “They’re not hurt… And I’m not going to hurt you either…” He said calmly, his eyes trained on you as you turned around, admiring the way the lowlights of his apartment reflected off the tears that had begun to stream down your cheeks.

“Why are you doing this?” You sobbed, your voice broken and timid, your arms crossed over yourself protectively as you watched him. “Please… Let me leave. You’re scaring me… I don’t know what you want to do… But… Y-You can’t…” Your entire body was trembling, it was mesmerizing, but also slightly insulting, the fear you had right now. Did he ever strike you as the person that would hurt you? He didn’t think he ever gave off that impression…

“You lock a person in your house once and they immediately think you’re some kind of psycho.” He mumbled in disbelief, running his hand through his hair as he let out a loud sigh. “I’m not going to do anything, Y/N… I just… Need you here. I’d really like it if you stayed… I need you to stay. If you leave… It’ll kill me. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to finally have you here…” Your head shook as you listened to him, your face was like a slideshow of different emotions, but none of them looked like happiness. “I don’t want to hurt you… And while I’d like to one day be able to hug you, hold you, maybe even kiss you…” He tried to ignore the look of complete disgust you gave him at his words, he knows that it’s just because this is all so fresh, so new… “I’m not going to push you to do that… I want you to like me back, I need you to love me back. When you leave the grocery store… It’s like my heart is breaking… I can’t see you leave anymore… I need you here…” He ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath and putting a smile on his face as he held his hand out for you. “You don’t really have a choice, Y/N. So are you going to just stand by the door forever, or do you want to sit down and watch a movie?”

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ariihen · 2 months

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some thoughts on netflix's adaptation of atla:

kiawentiio was done dirty cause she has so much of katara's bite and sass in her interviews

u can really tell the writing is the series' weakest point because the actors have what it takes to bring those characters to life but they'll only be able to do so much with the script and direction they're given

the wigs are SO ugly. yue had it the worst imo. she deserved better

suki was perfect

LET SOKKA WEAR DRAG U COWARDS

why the fuck are ppl just bending without bending forms and stances. why is aang able to fly without needing to lose his earthly tethers

why are they randomly cutting and pasting scenes in weird places

why is the swamp scene combined with the spirit world????? that was important in setting up toph's introduction????

the fact that the writers knew it made no sense for katara and sokka to end up in the spirit world with aang so even the characters said it and they just handwaved it bc plot lol

so much exposition. clearly the mark of a good story is when the character have to TELL u everything that's happening 🫠

the writers are such big kyoshi stans

like why is she taking other characters' roles

why is gran gran doing katara's intro

iroh and zuko are cute

zuko's choreo is so good

zhao is still a dumbass

his death is unsatisfying. what happened to getting fucked by the spirit world if u fuck with it. where's the ocean spirit dragging his ass to its demise. why is iroh providing his sentence

mai and ty lee are doing nothing but have terrible wigs and give exposition on ozai's motives that they somehow knoe about

aang: *gets told there's no easy way out in being the avatar*

also aang: *gets told everything he needs to know*

badgermoles are empaths now????

bumi they nerfed u

aang they nerfed u

gyatso u deserved a cooler fight to the death they really nerfed u

it's so fucking stupid that aang has to be in shrines to talk to his past lives

kinda cool they go into more detail of the past avatars' lives ig. even if only slightly

katara vs pakku was so lackluster

these bending fights are so lackluster unless ur zuko ig

no srsly how are some ppl just bending without forms. like sozin in episode 1 roasting that dude by just holding him

jun exists only to flirt w the dragon of the west and good on her, me too girl

what's the point of sokka getting suki's fan if he's not even gonna use it...

there's no stronger relationship than sokka x momo

oma and shu are gay i think. love that for them

why tf did aang spend this entire story not even trying to pick up another element. katara literally offers to learn with him a few times and he just didn't feel like it lol

OG azula was impressive and scary. netflix azula feels more like the eldest asian daughter trying rly hard to get her parents' approval. idk she's just alright

so much expositions

ok sure let's have time sensitive plot A not conclude in one episode, have it stretch to the next episode, and still only rush in concluding it at the very end in the backburner of plot B. let's just handwave the fact that those people definitely should've died in like the three days it takes them to resolve plot B

the cabbage merchant is cabbage merchanting

effects are good

#atla #netflix atla #netflix avatar the last airbender #atla spoilers

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silantryoo · 1 year

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non-idol!jang wonyoung x non-idol!reader (angst)

WARNINGS ; unrequited(?) love, implied jealousy

jang wonyoung was like a dream to you.

she was unattainable. you always thought that something that pretty would have only been seen on screen but here she was, living her best life as your school's head cheer captain.

you watched her as you and your friend, a senior named ahn yujin, at lunch at the cafeteria.

"you should just forget about her." yujin shook her head.

"i can't." you eyes never left the tall junior. she seemed to be talking to her other cheer mate, seol yoona. "look at her."

"y/n, seriously." yujin stressed.

it wasn't that she didn't want you to be happy. it was the complete opposite in actuality. you were so devastated last year when you found out that wonyoung was dating the now graduated kim gaeul. yujin had to physically drag you to practice at one point.

now, after they had broken up two months ago, you had gotten your hopes up high.

she just didn't want it to happen again.

"i just want to get close to her." you reasoned, causing yujin to roll her eyes.

"even if that means breaking your heart again?"

you nodded. "yes."

yujin frowned. although she was no better than you, she would rather you avoid it entirely.

"don't do it." yujin stated, hating the shine in your eyes as you looked at wonyoung. "just trust me, okay? i don't want you hurting yourself over some girl."

"pretty girl, you mean." you corrected.

yujin groaned, hating how sappy you got when it came to the cheer captain.

"whatever." she laughed, throwing her half-eaten apple at your head. "just don't do it."

you nodded.

you weren't sure what you agreed to, but you were definitely sure that you were not going to listen.

your entire face went red as you listened to your history teacher talk about the newly assigned seats.

some boys in the back of your class (specifically wantanabe haruto and yang jungwon, the two numbskulls from the volleyball team) had caused such nuciense for your teacher, that she had no other choice but to reassign seat mates.

at first, you were angry considering you were paired with naoi rei who happened to be amazing at the subject. after hearing who your new seat mate was, you no longer seemed to care.

"hi." the tall cheerleader sat beside you, gently dusting her skirt. "i'm jang wonyoung."

you bit the inside of your cheek.

"i know." you winced, missing the small smile on her face. "you're cheer captain."

seeing wonyoung up close had made your brain short circuit.

wonyoung hummed. "you're...?"

you prevented yourself from wincing once more. it was humiliating to find out that the girl of your dreams hadn't even known you existed up until this point.

"y/l/n y/n." you gave a small grin. "dance team captain."

"dance team?" you watched as wonyoung whispered, looking into your eyes. "as in with ahn yujin?"

"unnie?" you tilted your head, not sure why she was asking about your older friend. "yeah, i'm on the dance team with her."

wonyoung nodded, facing the front as you watched her curiously. you didn't know why the tall girl wasn't impressed with your dance captain title. your school birthed many legendary dancers such as the lee sisters, hwang yeji and your personal idol, hirai momo.

any other person would've been impressed, so why wasn't wonyoung?

you felt a flick on the side of your head, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"hey whore," you heard from your right.

you rolled your eyes, glaring at yujin. "haewon-unnie told you to stop calling me that."

"she's not here so..." yujin shrugged, sitting on your desk as she smiled playfully down at you.

"unnie."

"i'm just teasing you." yujin smiled, her eyes hardening as soon as she saw the girl beside you, realizing it was no longer your short japanese classmate who laughed at her jokes.

she scanned the cheer captain up and down. "wonyoung-ssi."

wonyoung smiled. "hello."

yujin nodded in response, turning her head back to you as a smile appeared on her face. "haewon told me to tell you that she's mad at you again for spending over our budget."

your eyes widened. a mad haewon (who used to be the dance captain but resigned last year due to her stuco duties) was a scary haewon.

"you literally asked if we could have an old school concept." you whined, yujin laughing at your pain.

"and i love you so much for it but haewon hates your guts." the older girl teased. "sorry, but it is what it is."

you glared at yujin. "i hate you."

"yeah, whatever." yujin winked, looking at the clock in front of the classroom. she only had five minutes left to get to class, and she had science across the building. "remember what i said about pretty girl."

"i know."

yujin pursed her lips, her eyes subtly moving to wonyoung who was biting the tip of her pen nervously. "i'm serious."

"i know."

"i'll see you later." she sighed, turning to look at the other girl. "wonyoung-ssi."

wonyoung nodded.

the two of you watched as yujin hurried out of the classroom, running in what seemed to be a full-on sprint to get to ms. park's room before the bell rang.

you shook your head with a smile. you never understood why she visited you so often when her classes were always so far from yours.

"you and yujin-sunbaenim seem close." wonyoung cleared her throat, eyes trained on the board.

you nodded. "she's my best friend."

ms. son entered the room, the bell following her after. you watched as everyone got seated, waiting for the woman to begin her lesson.

you felt a tap on your hand. you turned to look at it, only to feel wonyoung's hand curl against yours, leaving as she placed a piece of paper.

you watched her, your heart beating loudly against your chest.

"since we're gonna be stuck with each other the entire time, here's my number," wonyoung whispered, her eyes trained to the front.

you bit your tongue to stop yourself from screaming. "your number?"

"yeah." the cheer captain nodded, the small blush on her face going unnoticed. "i'll text you later?"

you felt yourself involuntarily swallow. "okay."

wonyoung smiled, fully paying attention to the class as ms. son droned on about some topic that you didn't care about. you didn't bother listening, knowing all too well that the only thing you would remember that day was the feeling of wonyoung's soft hands.

you had been texting jang wonyoung for an entire week.

you weren't going to brag (yes, you were. she was jang wonyoung) but you were starting to consider yourself good friends, despite having a crush on her the size of an airplane.

you wondered if she felt the same.

despite wanting to tell the whole world that jang wonyoung had actually known you existed, you managed to keep your mouth shut, knowing that yujin would be disappointed.

but wonyoung had asked to sit with you at lunch one day, and you couldn't say no to the most beautiful girl in the world.

you walked by her side, trays in hand as the two of you approached the unofficial dance table.

"unnies." you said, looking around as you avoided yujin's eyes. "not-unnies."

you took a seat beside hong eunchae, a transfer from busan earlier that year that had been given a full scholarship for her abilities.

beside yujin, a younger teammate named kyujin rolled her eyes. "you don't have to say that every time you see me."

you pouted. "but jang kyujin..."

yujin looked away from you, her eyes trained lazily on the cheer captain. "wonyoung-ssi."

"sunbaenim." she smiled, playing with her hands as she sat up straighter than before. "hi"

yujin frowned.

"wonyoung's sitting with us today." you announced to your group of eight-ish people.

minji nodded, to engrossed in what seemed to be her english homework as the rest of the group looked around, realizing that you had finally gotten the courage to go up to the wonyoung.

you didn't let them know that she had actually went up to you. that was a secret that you would be sharing on your wedding day (at least you hoped).

"why?" yujin ate her salad, slightly aggressive.

wonyoung bit the side of her cheek. "we're friends."

yujin looked between the two of you, ignoring the side eye that came from haewon and yuna. you wondered what they were looking at her for, but then came to the conclusion that she had informed them about her vocal distaste towards the girl.

"i see."

yujin watched as you nodded and turned to talk to wonyoung.

she hated that you didn't listen to her. yujin had knew that wonyoung had no intrest in you whatsoever and tried her best to make sure that you would never get hurt by the girl. she knew how bad it would hurt.

she just wished you would listen.

"sunbaenim." wonyoung pulled yujin out of her thoughts. "how was your day?"

"it was good, i guess." yujin shrugged. she turned to you, a teasing smirk on her face. "y/n was brutal at practice."

"hey!" you whined, pointing at the pale girl beside her. "haewon-unnie was breathing down my neck."

haewon glared at you, making you cower away. "i was not."

"you were though." you muttered. "yuna-unnie almost shit her pants, and minji--"

minji's head popped up, her face bright red at the thoughts of the event that happened earlier that morning. "speak and i'll throw you in a toilet."

you nodded, pursing your lips as yujin laughed at you.

you quickly gave her the middle finger out of haewon's sight, causing her to mock you in fake disbelief.

"you shouldn't be so hard on them." wonyoung squeezed your shoulder, effectively sending your entire brain for a loop. "the others have extracurriculars too, like yujin-sunbae with basketball."

"i actually don't mind." yujin butted in, jaw tight. "i just like teasing her."

"oh."

"y/n actually has some too." yuna inserted, winking at the younger girl.

yujin kicked her leg. hard.

"you do?" wonyoung found herself more intrigued. "like what?"

"i have vocal lessons outside of school. " you tried to play off nonchalantly, but the small smile on your face wasn't selling it. "it's nothing big."

you didn't think wonyoung would think anything of it, but she had always loved people who sang well or at least knew how to use their voice. it was a talent that she valued in people.

"that's so cool, y/nnie!" wonyoung gasped, hitting your arm. "you have to show me one time."

the two of you didn't hear yujin scoff.

"really?"

"yeah!" wonyoung could feel her face getting hot, but she didn't know why. "we should han--"

"wonyoung-ah!" the captain felt a tap on her shoulder. it was her co-captian, seol yoona. "jiwoo's fighting with jinsol again."

"are you..." wonyoung closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. she stood up. "i have to go."

"okay."

"i'll see you?" wonyoung asked, giving you shoulder another squeeze.

you swallowed, too nervous to say anything as the taller girl waved goodbye, her eyes briefly meeting yujin's.

"what the hell was that?" yujin scoffed, her salad now in shreds.

you knew that she would be upset, but you didn't think she would be this upset.

"you never said to not be friends with her."

"still." yujin moved her hair out of her face, trying to calm herself down and think things through logically. "y/n, i don't want you getting hurt."

haewon frowned, giving yujin a disappointed look. "she doesn't know?"

yuna slapped the shorter girl, and gestured to you as if you weren't there.

you looked between the three of them. "know what?"

"nothing." yujin said quickly, looking behind you as wonyoung stared at her. "just listen to me, okay?"

you nodded. "okay."

you were sure that you weren't going to listen.

you found yourself at the library a week later, your head buried in some ancient textbook that you needed for your research paper due in two days.

usually, you were a diligent student. you would finish it at least three days in advance, making sure that the next two were used for revision and proofreading.

unfortunately for you, a certain cheer captain had taken up all your time at school and at home. the two of you were constantly glued to your phones, texting each other whenever you could.

you looked up in frustration, only to see someone you thought you'd never see at a library.

you ran up to her quietly.

"unnie." you whispered, causing her to jump slightly.

she turned to you with panicked eyes, immediately softening as she saw your face. "hey dork."

"why are you at the library?" you asked.

yujin scoffed. was it so hard to believe that she was willing to learn (the answer was yes). "can't i learn?"

"no." you shook your head, earning a light slap on your arm. "you're failing for a reason."

yujin stuck her tongue out. "haewon's tutoring me after you bailed."

you rolled your eyes, remembering how upset she had gotten after you had refused to help the girl. "i would just strangle you."

"whatever."

you looked her up and down, realizing that she was shaking her leg in nervousness. her eyes kept wandering around as if she was looking for someone.

"seriously, why are you here?" you squinted.

she shrugged, trying to play it off with a smirk. "no reason."

"yeah, okay." you nodded your head sarcastically. she probably had to meet up with another tutor because her grades has somehow gotten worse. "well, i got a paper due so stop bugging me."

"you came up to me!" she shouted, watching as you were suddenly nowhere to be found. she looked around, realizing that the librarian was glaring at her. "sorry."

in reality, you had just walked back to your desk which was just hidden by the row of bookshelves in front of her.

you thought you would've heard her leave, but footsteps came closer to you, meaning another person was going up towards her.

"yujin-sunbaenim."

your ears perked up, a soft smile on your face. you knew that voice.

"wonyoung-ssi."

you didn't know that they were on talking terms. if you had, you would have definitely made sure to get yujin to set the two of you up. maybe that was why she kept it a secret.

"please go out with me." you heard wonyoung ask.

you felt your arms go limp, your smile shifting into a frown.

oh.

"i told you i'm not interested."

i told you... meaning that wonyoung had already asked yujin before. was this what she had been keeping from you?

"you said that it was because we didn't have any friends in common." wonyoung explained in almost a whine.

they now had one friend in common. you.

you felt sick to your stomach.

"i lied." you could hear yujin trying to calm herself down. you wondered if she was angry right now. "and i told you not to become friends with my friends just for that."

oh. that's why yujin didn't want you to go near her. she was just protecting you. you knew you should've listened.

"but..."

but you would do it all over again just to meet the wonyoung you now knew.

"wonyoung-ssi. i don't like you." yujin said firmly, even making you wince at her harshness. "you're a very pretty girl but i just don't like you like that."

the voices stopped, the library suddenly getting quieter than you ever realized it could. you could hear a heartbreak, but you weren't sure if it was yours or wonyoungs.

"i'm sorry." you could hear her sniffling.

you hated that you wanted to comfort her.

you hear soft footsteps walk away as you felt tears going down your face. you kept your head down, not realizing another set was coming toward your area.

"y/n?" yujin whispered, her eyes widening. your head shot up and you wiped your tears. "did you hear that?

you swallowed. "she liked you this entire time and you knew?"

yujin put her hands in her pocket, playing with the fleece inside. she walked towards you. "i'm sorry."

you sighed, watching as she crouched down and wiped your cheeks with the sleeves of her sweater.

"why'd you keep it from me?" you voice wavered.

her eyes grew softer, an understanding smile replacing the frown from before. "because i knew how sad you'd be."

you clenched your jaw. yujin was always there looking out for you even when you didn't want her to. she had always been right about situations like these. you just wanted her to be wrong for once.

"y/n?"

"i want to say i hate you," you muttered, her glassy eyes meeting yours. "but i don't. i just hate how you were right."

she watched as your bottom lip quivered, immediately knowing what was about to happen next. yujin pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back as tears shed from her eyes.

she hated seeing you like this.

"don't cry." she whispered, her shoulder muffling your quiet sobs. "jang wonyoung isn't worth crying over."

she felt you shake your head. "she is to me."

yujin sighed. even now, you were still obsessing over the taller girl. "even in public?"

she laughed quietly, hearing as your sobs died down almost automatically. you pulled back, your ears bright red from embarrassment.

you hit yujin's shoulder. "stop being right all the time."

"i can't. it's my job." she playfully smirked at you. "she doesn't deserve you anyway."

"you have to say that because you're my unnie." you rolled your eyes, a small smile breaking through.

yujin's head bobbed up and down, smiling reassuringly. "but i'm always right, right?"

you nodded softly. "yeah."

"now stop crying and let me help you with your paper."

yujin grabbed the chair next to you. you put a hand on it to immediately stop her.

"no." you whined. you knew how she was when it came to anything that involved school. "i want a passing grade."

"okay, you whore." she scoffed, standing up. "don't let me comfort you then."

you grabbed her arm and rolled your eyes, feeling as if it was the hundredth time that day. yujin was always so dramatic.

"i'm kidding." yujin watched as you smiled at her, pulling her down to sit. your bloodshot eyes turned into crescents as you grinned. "thank you, unnie."

yujin bumped your shoulder lightly. "any time, y/n."

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Polarity

Chapter Fifteen

Masterlist

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 5.4k words

chapter genre: super heavy angst

chapter warning: crying, death, gun, knife, blood, mental health, pills, nightmares, breaking up, major CHARACTER DEATHs

a/n: Sorry for the super late update and the last chapter plot twist. Please believe me when I say that I love Mark and his character. It was actually planned ever since in the beginning so yeah. I'm sorry. Also, apologies for this chapter. This is dark. Please prepare your heart for the worst.

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A boyish smile. The typical college boy next door. A man who adores flowers and knows the meaning behind them.

Mark Lee.

Momo’s uncle. Yuta’s left-hand man. The future successor of the Nakamoto group. A friend you would always greet and would always smile at.

A friend you killed.

You gasped for breath, sitting up. Everything was dark. The same darkness from your dream.

Mark was standing in front of you, blood dripping from his lips. The steel of the gun felt cold on your fingertips.

A friend you killed.

“No!” You shouted, covering your ears to prevent that voice from ringing in your head. “Mark is alive. I didn’t kill him.”

The door opened, light from the hallway almost foreign in the dark. “Y/N.” the male voice called, holding your shoulders to calm you down.

You raised your head to look at him, tears springing from your eyes. “I didn’t kill Mark, right?” you asked. The guy only looked at you with worry in his eyes “Please say something, Jaehyun.” Your voice came in louder, fisting the front of his medical robe in desperation.

The doctor stared at you, breathing heavily as if he was already exhausted. “Y/N, Mark fooled everyone. He betrayed everyone.” His voice was quiet. “He planned all of these.”

You shook your head. Mark is kind and very soft-spoken. He’s smart but he cannot pull off something like this. He cannot do this kind of thing.

Scenes from what happened that day flashed in your mind like an action movie. Momo tied in a dark and empty room whispering ‘Uncle’. The scent of oleanders. Kyoko being shot by Yuta in front of you. And Mark holding Momo in his arms.

Then Mark was standing in front of you, blood dripping from his lips. Gun cold in your fingertips.

You didn’t know what reality is from the nightmares. You weren’t sure if which of the scenes in your mind were real or just nightmares.

You just wanted everything to stop.

Jaehyun handed you white small pills. “It's just a nightmare Y/N,” he claimed then handed you a glass of water which you took. “Just take these and take a rest.” You complied before he continued, “I’ll ask Dr. Moon to see you tomorrow.”

“Who is that?”

“The chief of the psychiatry department.”

“Jaehyun, I’m not crazy.”

“I’m not saying you are.”He took the glass of water and returned it to the bedside table. “But you clearly need someone to talk to. Someone who knows what to do and what to say.” He asked you to lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket to cover your shoulders. “Do you want me to call Yuta?”

You shook your head, feeling the tiredness of your eyes. “No, please don’t.” You closed your eyes, your body already feeling tired.

Everything returned to pitch black but you can hear Jaehyun's voice in your trance saying, “She’s asleep.”

The smell of lavender filled the air. Momo, in her white dress, was standing in the middle of lavender fields. “Unnie,” she greeted with a wide smile which was easily replaced by a frown. Her dress started showing a splotch of red that came from her chest. “Unnie, what did you do?” She asked, crouching down while grasping her chest for dear life.

You looked down at your bloody hands and a knife in your hand.

“Y/N, what did you…?” You turned around to push the same knife on Jaehyun’s abdomen. “Y/N,” he called before you pushed the knife deeper. Blood started dripping from his lips. His pale skin turned paler as he fell on the ground, drowning in his own blood.

You saw Yuta looking at you with a lot of fright in his eyes before you pointed the gun in his direction. “I’ll kill you for making me miserable.”

A gunshot.

And you sat up drenched in sweat. You gazed at your shaking hands with tubes attached to the back of your palm.

Maybe you are indeed crazy.

Doctor Moon Taeil is someone you didn’t expect from a psychiatrist. He’s super smiley and you were even convinced that Jaehyun is just messing with you by setting up this appointment. His office is filled with glass. One side oversees the tall buildings outside while the opposite side shows the reflection of his office. For the first time in maybe days, you saw yourself. You look terrible. Worse than when Sophie…

“So tell me about Mark.” The doctor in front of you casually asked. “What was he like?”

Mark has a boyish smile. The typical college boy next door. Mark adores flowers and knows the meaning behind them. Mark is Momo’s uncle and Yuta’s left-hand man. Mark is a friend.

“A friend who killed Sophie.” You blurted out loud. “Mark killed Sophie.” You found out about that fact from Doyoung when he accidentally shared it with Jaehyun inside your hospital room. The CCTV from the opposite establishment caught Mark coming into the hotel at the estimated time of Sophie’s death. The policeman listed him as one of the possible suspects first but knowing that you trust him, he took Mark’s name off the list. “And he’s coming after me.”

The bright red letters of blood came to you. You’re next YN. “Mark wants to kill me.”

Taeil tapped his pen on the clipboard. “You do realize that Mark is dead, right?” He claimed that made you look at him. “He cannot hurt you anymore.”

“Am I the one who killed him?”

The man in front of you didn’t say anything. The cheerfulness in his aura annoyed you. He should be serious about this. He should be mad at you for killing a person. A friend. The quietness made the thoughts swirl in your head. Mark. A friend you killed.

Mark who killed Sophie because of you.

Sophie, your friend, who was brutally murdered because of you.

You killed a person. You were the reason why someone was killed.

You held both hands on your ears, covering them to stop the voices from coming and haunting you.

You killed a person. You were the reason why someone was killed.

“I killed a person,” You blurted out loud, covering your ears repeatedly as tears sprung from your eyes. “I was the reason why someone was killed.”

You hated how the man in front of you remained cheerful despite your crying. You looked pathetic. You looked terrible. You were ugly crying in front of a man you just met.

“Doctor, please save me.” You desperately begged. “I just want my normal life back.”

You didn’t even know how long you stayed in the hospital or how long you are going to stay. Even if you leave, you realized, you didn’t know where to go or what to do. Your dad is gone. Sophie is gone. You have no one.

Jaehyun sometimes visits in the morning or night to check on you. Mama would visit, either with Aeri or Lexi. They would always ask you how you were and how was your relationship with Yuta which you wouldn't answer. “You’ve never seen him at all?”

You shook your head. Jaehyun would beg you to meet Yuta or Momo since, as he claimed, they were begging to see you. Yet you cannot bear to see them. Not after killing a part of their family.

You’re scared to see Mark’s niece broken. You killed the only memory of her mom. She had lost a lot of important people in her life even at such a young age. Your dad was the reason why Momo’s parents were killed. How dare you show yourself in front of her when you killed another important person in her life?

You’re scared to see Yuta mad at you. Mark was his only ticket to get away from the life he wanted to run from and you ruined that. Yuta is in this mess because of your dad, because of you.

You were the reason why innocent lives were killed; Sophie and Kyoko. You killed someone they trust. You killed a person.

And it’s not impossible that you cannot do it again.

Jaehyun handed you another white pill after all your crying, a glass of water ready by the bedside table. He was talking to someone on the phone and when he averted his gaze away from you, you hid the white tablet in your blanket and pretended to take it. He only nodded when you returned the empty glass on the bedside table and tucked yourself to lay down. He removed the phone from his ears, closing the lights of the room. “Take some rest, Y/N. I’ll check on you later.”

You didn’t know why you didn’t take that white pill. But feeling the effects of the lack of the pill in your body, you easily assumed that it was a sleeping pill. All this time Jaehyun has been dousing you with drugs to make you sleep. And maybe you should just take it. Every time you close your eyes, the image of Sophie’s body in the morgue, Kyoko’s smirk, and Mark dropping on the ground was all you can see. Momo grasping her bloody chest in the middle of lavender fields, Jaehyun with a knife on his abdomen, and Yuta’s look of fright flashed in your mind. You really should take the sleeping pills.

But even before you could stand up to open the light and locate the white pill you hid on your blanket, the door opened that startled you. You pretended to sleep as you heard footsteps approaching your room. The small light by the table opened and you can hear some rustling in the background. There was a smell of lilies. Someone is changing the flowers in the vase from your room.

So that is why there’s a different flower each day.

But who would even do this? Jaehyun? He doesn’t look like he likes flowers. The only people you know who like flowers are Sophie and Mark.

The footsteps became louder before you could even choke on a sob at the thought. The person circled your bed before stopping in front of you. You felt the hair covering your face being brushed to the side. “I miss you.” You prevent yourself from shedding a tear. You knew that voice. His warm hands held yours, kissing the back of your palm. “I miss you, Y/N.” He put your hand on his cheek, kissing the heel of your palm. “I don’t know what to do. I miss you, love.”

His voice has two sides you’re accustomed to: the scary, loud one from when he’s mad partnered by his cold, dark eyes, and the soft, raspy one from when he’s whispering sweet words from you paired with his gentle chocolate eyes. Now, you discovered a third kind of voice. Broken. Sobbing. You can feel the tears on his cheek in your fingertips as he keeps on whispering that he misses you.

You wanted to open your eyes, to hold him and hush him. But doing that would only make everything worse. You don’t want to hurt him. You don’t want to hurt anyone.

You cannot do this.

Mama was right. Sophie was right.

You’re not meant for this. You cannot be in Yuta’s world.

If you want to leave his world, you should learn to take care of yourself first. Jaehyun was startled when you refused to take the white pills and started to sleep normally. You talked to Dr. Moon about all the things bothering you without crying. You started to notice the little things around you: the vase of fresh flowers in the morning and the closed window.

On your way to see Dr. Moon, you also noticed how the glass in his office was one-way. That someone can see you talking to him from outside. Your gaze cannot get away from the thought of who is watching you from the outside so when the doctor asked, “What is it that you badly want, Y/N?”, you didn’t hesitate in answering,

“My old life back.” You gazed at the floor. “Waking up in the morning and cooking breakfast for my dad. Working in the flower shop with Sophie and going home to make dinner for my dad.” The tears welled in your eyes.

“My life before he came.”

With the psychiatric clearance, you were discharged from the hospital. You cannot go to your old house since you know that it was loaned to another mafia group so the only option you have left is Sophie’s apartment.

Kim Doyoung was the one who brought you to Sophie’s place and it was your chance to clear what he knows about Mark Lee. He did share that what you heard was correct and Kyoko wasn’t even involved in Sophie’s murder. When you asked him the question bugging your mind, “I killed a person. Why aren’t you arresting me?” He didn’t hesitate to give you his honest answer.

“Because your boyfriend asked to let it slide.” You gave him a confused look, “Miss Y/N, you have to understand that the mafia holds the police force in a chokehold. We cannot intrude with anything related to the mafia.” So the only thing preventing you from going to prison is Yuta and his connections? Why does it feel so morally wrong? “And personally, even if he wants to open the case, you’ll likely be acquitted.”

The apartment was the same as when you left it except the flowers are already wilted and it doesn’t smell like Sophie’s place anymore. The place didn’t look this huge before. You felt it when you found out that Sophie was gone. But now that you are very much alone, you realized how huge the place is. You sat on the floor, tears streaming from your face.

You just wanted everything to stop.

You wanted to disappear.

Jaehyun’s white pills aren't doing their job. You were tired of crying and settled on taking some to sleep but there’s no effect. You cannot seem to fall asleep as voices keep ringing in your head. You took one after another but nothing is happening. You went to the kitchen to get some alcohol but there’s nothing inside the fridge. Instead of going to your room, you settled on laying in Sophie’s bed. The robe she wore the night when Yuta and Mark came unannounced was still on the bed.

If that night didn’t happen, Sophie would still be here.

Mark will still be here.

If you didn’t meet Yuta, they would still be here.

You wouldn’t be this miserable. This crazy.

How could the best thing that happened in your life make you the worst person?

You held Sophie’s robe, crying yourself to sleep.

—--

There was a repeated knock on the door, louder each time that passed. You wanted it to stop so you covered your head with the pillow but it only grew louder that annoyed you. Pissed off, you opened the door and were face to face with a man you didn’t expect to see. “I’m sorry I was too late,” he claimed before pulling you in for a hug. You realized how much you yearn for that simple affection that you cried, holding the front of his shirt. “I’m already here. You will never be alone, Y/N.” It was the same thing as what Sophie told you. The same thing Momo had said to you, “And I brought someone you might want to see, my little kitty cat.”

Johnny broke the hug and stepped to the side so that you are entirely in the vision of the man who abandoned you. He was standing on both feet, a look of fright on his features. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I’m sorry, my daughter.”

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Crying is for the weak, that was what your father would always tell you. But right now, he let you sob in his arms like a child. Because even if he left you, even if he abandoned you, you’re still your father’s daughter. It’s still him who you need the most in your life.

Your father explained everything. He did work as a gunman and a driver for Mr. Long and Johnny confirmed what Kyoko claimed, that he was the Nakamoto group’s rival. “Mr. Nakamoto was the one who killed your mom, thinking that she was Mr. Long’s wife.” No, you don't want to believe it. “He ordered me to kill the first son to get even.” Your head was aching. You’ve heard this before but you cannot wrap your head around how your life is intertwined with Yuta’s. “I tried to leave you at the Seo’s since I know you’re safer there.” He shot Johnny a look of gratitude, “I ran away because of threats I’ve been receiving.”

“And it all came from the Nakamoto group,” Johnny claimed, showing some papers with faint dried-up blood. “I think Mark is behind all these.” You closed your eyes, trying to make sense of it all. Mark did plan all of these. There’s no doubt that he’s that smart.

“I didn’t know that you'd get involved with the younger Nakamoto.” Your dad stated, “If only I knew, I wouldn’t have left you alone.”

You should have told him. Meeting him is inevitable. But falling in love with him isn't. You should have stopped yourself the first time.

Johnny leaned in, his elbows on his knee while moving closer to you. “I don't know what you intend to do, Y/N, but let's go to Chicago. I wouldn’t associate you with the Seo’s but I’ll take care of you and your dad.”

“Why would you do that, Johnny?”

He smiled. The same smile he showed when he saved you back in elementary school. He really never changed except he had grown mature. “Because I’m taking back the mother title.” Your dad looked at the two of you in confusion.

You should have run away the first time. That was what should have happened.

Why does it have to take lives to fully realize that you are not fit in his world?

Packing was easy because of Johnny’s help. You left Sophie’s apartment and just stayed in a hotel room that Johnny booked. He would always come with you during your visits to Dr. Moon and even confirmed your observation of the one-way glass. “Are you going to say goodbye to Doctor Jung?” Johnny asked while walking in the hallways. You shook your head, you had already said goodbye to him before. “How about Yuta?” You glanced at him, "Do you really not want to see him for the last time?”

You didn’t have that much clothes. How weird that the bag you are using is the same luggage you have when running the first time but while clearing your drawer, you saw something that might bring you to see him.

It’s been weeks since you last came to this luxurious hotel. You don’t even know if he was here to begin with but you wished he wasn’t. You grasped for the phone and the key card as if your courage lies in it. The penthouse was quiet and you were relieved that there was no sign of someone inside. You placed the objects on top of the center table and were about to walk away when a door from one of the rooms opened. Yuta came out wiping his damp hair with a towel. He obviously looked surprised to see you and you contemplated on whether to just stand there or walk away.

You glanced at his phone and key card on the table, grabbing it to show it to him. “I just came to return this. I didn’t know you were here.” You shove the objects his way, looking at the ground. The option to run away seemed like the best choice there is.

He took a step forward, taking the objects from your hand. The tip of his fingers brushed against your skin that you shiver at the warmth it brought you. You really should run away. “Do you want some tea?”

You looked up at him. His eyes showed a lot of emotions at once and you cannot pinpoint what his exact expression was. It was foreign.

This is the perfect chance to run away. So why are you nodding your head and saying yes to his invitation?

The moment felt like deja vu. But with everything that happened in the past days, you weren’t sure if the memory was a dream or a reality. He started filling one jug with hot water as the smell of lilies filled the room. “I don’t have any chamomile but lily tea can relieve headaches.” He slipped the teacup to you before pouring one on his own.

Lily. Yuta told you to use that name if you become a hostess. Innocence. You were always described as that before falling in love with him. Where has that girl gone?

The cup was warm, smoke coming out of the small object in your hands. Your thumb fiddled with the mouth of the cup, trying to clear your mind. “I’m…”

“How…”

You both stopped, a timid smile appearing on your lips. Yuta bit his bottom lip before smiling the same way as you. He rested his elbow on the table and placed his chin on his palm as he stared at you with a lot of warmth in his eyes. Gentle, chocolate gaze. “I thought I wouldn't be able to see you smile again.” You frowned and stared at him in surprise. “Sorry,” he shook his head. “That was…” he stuttered. “Sorry, I just missed you so much.”

You drank the tea in one shot. You hope it can magically change into alcohol and get you drunk. Maybe it would make this less painful for both of you. How can you make this goodbye less painful? “My dad came back.” He didn’t look at least a bit surprised. The sides of your lips curled up. It was weird that Johnny is suddenly here and bringing your dad back. Now, you know why. “We’re going with Johnny to Chicago.” You stared at the empty cup, avoiding his gaze.

You don’t want to see his expression. Didn’t want to see what emotion he was going to show you. “Is that what you want?”

What you want. What is it that you want?

You want to be free from all of these. You want to get back to your life. You want the voices in your head to stop. You wanted your nightmares to stop being your reality.

But, you wanted to be with Yuta.

“Yuta…” You called. Everything was fast. He was standing in front of you, leaning in that his lips were on you. Soft, warm lips devouring yours. His hand was on the back of your head, holding you roughly. His scent and taste filled your senses. But unlike the first time you kissed, tears spring in your eyes.

His breathing was ragged as he stared at you, “It still has the same effect when you call my name.” He placed his forehead on yours, his breath tickling your lips. “When I told you to hurt me, I meant physically. Not this, Y/N.” His hand held your cheek, “I don’t think I can ever take this pain.”

From the close proximity, you saw how tears were forming in his eyes. Round, puppy-like, moist eyes. The third voice. “Do you remember when we drank tea in the mansion before?” His voice came in a broken whisper. “I told you that I want you to leave when in reality, I desperately want you to stay.” Yuta kneeled on the floor, holding both your hands. “Now, I want to beg you to stay.” He said in between choked sobs, tears springing from his eyes. “Knowing full well that I cannot save you. That I cannot protect you.”

His hold on you became tighter as he bowed his head, crying. “I want to be selfish for the last time and beg you to stay.” You tried to avoid looking at him and just focused on the ceiling to prevent the tears from falling, “But I cannot risk your happiness. I don’t want to see you cry, get hurt, or have nightmares because of all of these.”

“I’m sorry for being so weak that I cannot save you.” You shook your head. He’s everything but weak. “I’m sorry for keeping you by my side even if I cannot protect you. I only caused you pain. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You kept on shaking your head. He knows that’s not the case. But you cannot do this anymore. “Yuta, I’m sorry.” You cried. It’s too late to make this less painful. “I’m sorry I cannot choose you in the end.”

He looked up to gaze at you. His face was stained with tears. If you thought you saw him at his worst then this is something out of the books. Yuta wiped your tears with his thumb, smiling warmly. “I want you to choose yourself this time.”

“Promise me you’ll be happy, Y/N.” You nodded before he pulled you into a warm hug. His hand rested on the back of your head, the other on your back. He held you tight as you only wished the time to stop ticking. Yuta let go of the hug and then stood up, turning around from you. “You should take your leave. It’s late.”

Slowly, you stood up from your chair. “Goodbye, Yuta.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He didn’t turn around and you grasped your chest as you made your way out of his kitchen and into the hallway of his penthouse. You were holding the door handle when you heard sobbing coming from inside. The cries got louder that you quickly pulled the handle and closed the door behind you.

It was the longest elevator ride. Your eyes hurt from too much crying. Your hands shake as Yuta’s warmth can be felt as if it was imprinted on your skin. Your heart hurts so much that you wanted to take it out and just throw it away. When the door opened, Johnny and Jaehyun were both staring at you with question and worry on their faces. You stepped forward and Johnny was quick enough to wrap you in his arms, gently rubbing your back as he let you cry.

You glanced at Jaehyun and he just tapped the top of your head. “Can you check on him?” You asked in between sobs. “He was crying so much it hurts.”

“You’re the real deal, baby.” Jaehyun teased, “Making the almighty mafia boss cry.” You cried much more and heard Johnny hiss at the other man. “What floor is Yuta’s room?” You cried louder.

You didn’t think you could cry that much. You thought the last time you can cry that extreme is when Sophie died. You’re dead wrong about that.

When they said breaking up is painful, they indeed are correct. Saying goodbye is hard but telling the one you love goodbye is the hardest of all. Sometimes you wonder if this was all worth it. Maybe you should get back with Yuta to lessen this pain. But for how long? Will you risk it if you’ll end up getting crazy in the head? And if you find yourself killing Jaehyun, Momo, and even Yuta, can you bear living at all?

Maybe this misery is payment for all the innocent lives you took away.

The airport was the same as when you last came here. It was bustling with the fast-paced crowd. You stared at the plane ticket in your hand, a ticket heading to Chicago. This is it. This is your last chance to stay. Your last chance to choose what your heart really wants. You can run away and leave everything or stay and face all the demons there are.

You felt your phone vibrate, Jaehyun’s number can be seen on the caller ID. “Are you boarding?”

You lightly glanced at the digitized board and saw that you have almost less than an hour before your flight departs. “Not yet.”

There was a sigh of relief from the other line. “Wait for Yuta. He’s on his way to see you.”

“What?” you exclaimed, standing up in surprise which startled both Johnny and your dad. “Why is he coming here?”

Jaehyun chuckled, “Although he let you go, he wants your last memory of him to be the cool one and not that pathetic crying loser.” You giggled although tears were streaming from your eyes. How stupid. “Just let him hug you this last time.” You nodded although he cannot see you. He ended the call, reasoning that someone is calling him on the other line.

Johnny mouthed ‘Are you alright?’ and you nodded, smiling while you wipe your tears. You didn’t know that you’ll cry in happiness. You thought all your tears are for your misery now. Yuta really does wonders for you. The taller guy gave you a heartwarming smile, “I’m glad to see you smiling again, Y/N.” He ruffled the top of your head. “Let’s wait for your prince to come.”

You nodded, hastily wiping the streaming tears. You wanted Yuta to see you smiling when he gets here.

The minutes passing felt agonizing. You kept on tapping your foot, knees shaking in anticipation. You wanted to see Yuta already, wanted to hug him for the last time.

“Passengers boarding flight 0209 heading to Chicago…” The PA from the speakers can be heard that made your friend look at you in worry. Your father went in first but he stayed to accompany you. The last call was made and you gave up. Maybe meeting Yuta is already impossible.

Before you could stand up for boarding, your phone vibrated. Excitedly, you opened Jaehyun’s call but there was an obvious distress in his voice when he called your name. Your heart kept on thumping hard in your chest. Why is he breathing so hard? “Yuta and Momo wanted to see you.” he claimed, voice shaking. “They were in a hurry that they’re speeding.” This doesn’t sound good. “The car fell on a cliff.” No, it can’t be. “It exploded.”

You grasped your phone tight.

This is all a dream, a nightmare. You should have taken the white pills Jaehyun kept on giving you before coming here.

The tears fell from your eyes and Johnny held your shoulder.

Why does he feel warm if this was all a dream? Why is your palm hurting from holding your phone tight?

Why does your heart hurt at what Jaehyun said next?

Your nightmares are indeed your reality.

“Y/N,” Jaehyun called in between choked sobs.

“Yuta and Momo are dead.”

Chapter Sixteen (Final)

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #nct yuta #nct yuta nakamoto #yuta angst #yuta nakamoto angst #mafia yuta #polarity #mafia yuta nakamoto

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sanccharine · 6 months

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return to you | sy (1)

superhero au, doctor au

pairing: superhero!siyeon x doctor!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood

summary: siyeon is dead set on saving you, even if it means shirking her responsibilities. you weren't going to let her.

a/n: sequel to stay is finally here for this request ! but in parts bc i haven't finished the rest of it lol. also this is the first fic i've posted this year that's not hufflepuff!tzu or assassin!momo, i think ?

part 2 | part 3

“What I'm doing here is under-researched,” you said, swiping your keycard. The glass door unlocked with a click, you pushed the door to enter the main research hub.

Gawking like children at an aquarium, the handful of eager graduates filed in. With a smile on your face, you watch them take in everything that comes into their sight. They split into smaller groups, pointing and discussing the equipment they’ve only seen at a distance. One girl remained at the back, her laptop flat against her front as she looked around at her own pace.

Moments like these make you second-guess your decision to choose research over teaching. You missed teaching, you missed it so much. Actively working with students, helping them when they’re in difficult spots, and being their support system. There was just something invigorating about it. Definitely beats being locked away in a lab for hours on end. But then your desire to discover would be unsated. When you tried to balance them between the two, you only ran yourself into the ground… and dragged down others with you.

For now, taking in graduates is the next best compromise. Of course, that is if they decide to join you.

“Due to the nature of my research, the work hours will be extensive. But you will be appropriately compensated,” you said, making your way to the desk in the middle of the room.

With a swipe of your hand, a screen flickered to life, projecting the most recent test run. Very quickly, you explained the logistics of the experiment and answered any questions the students asked. And pretty soon, your hour had come to an end.

“Depending on what area you decide to work in, you will be based in different locations,” some students were already flipping to the map on their brochure. “But otherwise, this is the end of your tour. Now it's up to you to make your decision. Good job making it this far!”

With another swipe of the hand, the screen flickered off as the students clapped. They dispersed, no doubt considering their decisions with fellow graduates before they were asked to leave. Some of them were familiar faces. You already knew what research programs they would pick, even if they didn’t know it themselves yet. While others milled around discussing their thoughts, one young girl made her way to you. If you remember correctly, her name was Lee Gahyeon.

“Doctor, it was lovely to see you again,” with her laptop tucked in one hand, she extended the other to shake yours.

“It’s lovely to see you again too, Gahyeon,” you said, accepting her hand, “but I have to say I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, using her hand to push up her glasses.

“I just didn’t think this was—”

An explosion rocked the building, throwing both you and Gahyeon off balance. On instinct, you grabbed her, your arm breaking her fall. There was a moment of stillness before a hissing sound filtered in. Another blast sent tremors through the ground.

You covered Gahyeon’s face with your arm but fortunately, nothing fell on the both of you.

The explosion wasn’t at your building. But it was close enough.

Evacuation alarms began to blare as the lights flashed red.

“Take the stairs on the left! Door is unlocked,” you ordered over the alarms.

The students were filing out as asked while you picked yourself up from the floor. Helping Gahyeon up, you scanned her for injuries. She seemed to be fine, still clutching her laptop protectively.

“Are you injured?” you asked just for good measure, as you led her to the exit.

“No, Doctor, I’m alright,” Gahyeon said, oddly unperturbed.

You nodded, patting your right pocket to make sure your access key was still on you. Another blast rocked the building just as you made the stairs, you weren’t easily thrown this time. The lower you went, the more crowded it became as even more people poured in from the floors. Thankfully, only a handful of students were left in your care, all of whom were still in your sight. However, that didn’t last long.

The main lobby, usually pristine and quiet, was now chaotic. A mass of panicked people moved in all directions, struggling to find those they’d lost or rushing to the entrance. A sight like this was commonplace in your city, you were trained for it. But it still stopped you for a moment. Fortunately, security guards were already evacuating people through the intended emergency exit. Yet, you still wanted to make sure the graduates made it though.

You only looked away for a second. You don’t know how you lost sight of her but Gahyeon wasn’t there.

You couldn’t help it. You had to look for her.

The security guards called after you, but you were already making your way towards the lobby's main entrance. It was stupid. It was even more stupid to believe you’d find her in this crowd. People shoved and stepped on your feet, you were breathing harder. The moment you passed the glass doors, air filtered back into your lungs. But it offered no relief because it was thick suffocating smoke.

Then that hissing sound returned.

Much clearer now.

You couldn’t locate it.

You couldn’t make sense of it.

You couldn’t do anything but watch the building across the street erupt.

People screamed as they scattered with the blast, weightless much like the glass shards pouring down.

You only remembered the sensation of flight before everything went black.

A strange stiffness, not exactly numbness, spread down the length of your left shoulder accompanied by searing pain just above your elbow. That was the first thing you felt.

The second was the incessant pats on your cheek. Groaning, you waved your right hand in hopes of getting the patting to stop. Instead, you were welcomed with a cry.

Your eyes fluttered open and with great struggle, they were able to focus. You were face to face with Siyeon, unmasked. That unsettled you.

Siyeon looked as though she’d just run across the city, fighting every local gang, drug cartel, and trafficking port, all in a span of an hour. Her face was caked with dirt and blood. Her mask sat bunched up beneath her chin. That midnight black hair of hers, depthless as always, was pulled back tightly, a few escaped strands sutkc to her sweaty forhead. Yet, the most startling features were Siyeon’s eyes. All white with how wide they were, peering right through you.

You pulled away from her. Uncomfortable under her stare, but not as uncomfortable as the jagged stone pressing into your sore back. Siyeon had you propped up against a brick wall. Still regaining your bearings, you didn’t make out what she was muttering when she pulled you into a hug. Her face nuzzled into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, her tears wetting your skin.

“I thought I lost—I thought you,” her voice was barely audible over your groan. “You were—”

Her breath hitched as a sob passed her lips. However, you couldn’t tear your eyes from the flashing lights and the faint sounds of sirens… situated buildings away from you. The real indicator of how far away you were from everything was the eighty-floor skyscraper illuminated by a terrifying array of blue and red. The main headquarters of your research facility.

“Siyeon, where are we?” you couldn’t help but ask even though it was pretty clear you were in a secluded alley, safe from everything going on.

Your voice was raspy, understandably so, your tongue felt like sandpaper when you tried to wet your lips. Siyeon tried to compose herself. Inhaling and exhaling into your neck, feeling your warmth, your pulse underneath her hand before pushing away. She took a moment to look at you again, a sort of relief passed over her breath and stuttered out. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her tears trailing a clear path through dirt and dried blood, but they didn’t look afraid anymore.

“You’re hurt, I found you, passed out, you—” Siyeon paused, closing her eyes when her breath hitched again. When your working hand cupped her cheek, she exhaled, no stuttering this time. “I brought you away from the explosions. The blast knocked you out, completely.”

Siyeon sputtered when mentioning that but caught herself. She covered your hand with hers and pushed her cheek into your grasp, sighing at the sensation.

“I found you on the stairs, at the entrance to building two. There's a huge gash down your left arm, I think you lost quite a bit of blood. I don’t think you’re concussed,” you felt fine apart from the pain in your left arm, just slightly exhausted. You shook your head and Siyeon finally let out a chuckle. “Alright, Doc, you’re not concussed. But you’re still injured and I’m taking you home. That’s final.”

“Siyeon, don’t—”

“I said that’s final!” Siyeon yelled, gripping both your shoulders and pushing you into the wall.

You looked at her. She looked at you.

In an instant, she fell backwards, clasping both her hands to her chest as you let out a pained gasp.

Clenching your teeth, you tilted your head up to breathe in hopes of alleviating the pain. A soft whimper from the back of your throat escaped you without permission and you glared at the sky. You needed to get used to this pain and get used to it fast. You couldn’t let it deter your focus. You were wasting time.

With a groan, you focused all your energy on curling your fingers into a fist. The pain that shot up your left arm was sharp, making you shudder. But once the sensation passed, so did the stiffness. You did just that a few more times, all the while not missing how Siyeon kept mumbling apologies.

“Siyeon,” you called to her, finally able to somewhat lift your left arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“Siyeon, please,” you nudged her with your leg.

She just shook her head. Her nails dug into her thighs as she kneeled before you, almost reverent.

“Siyeon, please, would you just look at me?”

She scrunched her eyes shut, blowing out a shaky breath. Then, from underneath her lashes, Siyeon looked up at you.

“Come here,” you extended your right hand.

Akin to a wary animal, she gingerly took your hand before moving forward. When you pulled her close to you, a deep exhale left as her forehead found purchase on your shoulder again. Naturally, you wrapped your arm around her, running circles on her back as she continued to mutter apologies. Siyeon had stopped her sobbing, yet she continued to tremble, so much that you tightened your hold on her. You’ve never seen her so distraught.

“I’m here, I’m fine,” you pressed her flush against your side before repeating the words.

A few moments later, she pulled back. Only enough to look down at her. Her breathing was back to normal, but tears still stained her eyes. You couldn’t take the look she was giving you.

“Now you know how I felt every time you showed up at my door,” you breathed out.

It was supposed to be a joke. At least, you think that was the intention. Something to alleviate the tension.

It didn’t come out that way.

There was too much honesty in that statement to ever treat it so lightly. You couldn’t help but pour some of the animosity you’d felt in the years you were together. All of those tiny moments building up to your painful separation. You wished you reigned in your emotions better.

Because it was wrong.

It was wrong to throw that in her face, now of all times. Especially when she was so close, that you could witness every single emotion that flicked across her face.

“I hated every second of it. I never want to feel it again.”

Right, if only it was that easy.

“You handled it way better than I did,” Siyeon confessed. A strange look passed her face when she glanced at your arm. “Even now.”

Siyeon didn’t give you the chance to respond. She pulled back as she furiously swiped at her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. Perhaps, that was smart of her. And maybe for once, you’ll bite your tongue.

Sighing, you reached out to her. You carefully drag the pad of your thumb across her furrowed eyebrows, a familiar instinct. Then just as naturally, you moved to place a kiss on her forehead.

“Are you—” Siyeon nodded before you could finish the question.

“I’m still taking you home,” Siyeon shook her head when you tried to speak. “You have to let me take you home. Please, I’m not leaving you here. I can’t leave you here.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” Siyeon sent you a scathing glare but you pressed on. “We’re not too far away—”

“You’re aware you’re telling that to the person who carried you here, right?” Siyeon asked, folding her arms. “Who, by the way, happens to have superpowers and still is tired and sweaty from the trip.”

“I think you’re more sweaty from all the anxiety when you thought I—”

“Too soon. Not funny.”

Siyeon always managed to lighten the situation with you. Maybe jokes were just not your thing.

“It is far, fine. But I am feeling better,” it was your time to shake your head when she tried to interject. “I’m not concussed but still exhausted, walking back would be a terrible idea, I know. I can probably get a cab back to my hospital—”

“Oh, you mean the hospital that’s up in flames?”

“Our buildings weren’t being attacked,” you rolled your eyes at her exaggeration. “Actually, I think they were energy blasts with—”

“That is still an attack,” Siyeon deadpanned and you shook your head, vehemently. There was something more, that familiar hissing before the disruptive blast.

“No, no, you don’t—never mind, that’s not the problem right now,” you said, filing the thought away. “Seriously, our buildings weren’t being attacked. Only those in our vicinity were.”

“This was a distraction,” Siyeon answered and you nodded eagerly, unable to hide the surge of pride.

“More or less, they’re after something else,” you glanced at the skyscraper ahead, now surrounded by helicopters. “And there's a good chance it's back in our labs.”

“Then I’m definitely not letting you go back or anywhere near your lab until—”

A beep interrupted Siyeon. A beep you were once familiar with.

You sent Siyeon a confused look, but she just mirrored yours.

The beep played again. You definitely recognized that sound.

Siyeon, still a bit confused, backed away from you. She lifted her left wrist and pushed back her sleeve. Instead of showing the time like it usually did, Siyeon’s watch glowed a vibrant blue. An incoming call. Siyeon could only stare, frozen in place.

“Tell me that’s not who I think it is?” you whispered.

“Yes, it is,” Siyeon muttered back, fingers shaking as they inched closer to the screen.

“I thought you stopped working for them.”

“I thought so too,” she scoffed when a familiar face appeared. The watch answered the call for Siyeon, a shaky hologram washing her in a blue light.

“Cygnus Protocol,” your blood chilled. You looked up to catch Siyeon’s gaze, but all she did was glare holes into the hologram. “Agents report to these coordinates,” with that, the face disappeared and was replaced by a map.

“Wait, wait, agents?!” you asked, on instinct looking at every hidden corner for a camera. When you couldn’t find anything, you pulled away and pressed yourself against the brick wall, as if you could become one with it. “How does he know?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Siyeon said as she studied the map with a frown. It was quite the distance, in fact, it was the exact opposite of where you were currently situated. Near the other side of the city.

Meaningless blasts. Out of bound distress call. Something wasn’t adding up here. You must get back to the labs. And Siyeon—

“Siyeon, you have to go,” she only chewed her bottom lip as she considered it. “You have to leave if he—”

“Would you go?” Siyeon asked, swiping at her watch before looking up at you.

You gulped, afraid for the first time tonight.

Without the blue light, Siyeon was only dimly lit by the moonlight. The flickering street lights far down the alleyway, painted her shadows much darker so that it was difficult to discern her clearly.

However, one thing was abundantly clear.

Siyeon was angry.

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My Heart Has Gone To You - 04

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader contents: alcohol consumption, not angst but reader does cry, soft ynhoon moments, use of bunny as pet name, smut [explicit unprotected sex, needy!bottom!jihoon, soft!dom!reader, oral (m. receiving), marking, orgasm delay, masturbation, mention of sending explicit pictures, yall already know jihoon aftercare king] w.c.: 4.4k a/n: if you haven't noticed yet i use ji as nickname for when y/n is more in control and coherent and hoonie when y/n is more needy and submissive

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You haven’t talked to Jihoon in a few days, which isn’t an uncommon occurrence when you guys are both busy people. Midterms are over so your studying isn’t as aggressive as it was a few weeks ago but you’re still swamped with work and projects and life.

According to Soonyoung he’s been cooped up in his studio more often than not and you guys can’t seem to get your schedules to line up. Whenever he’s free, you’re busy, and whenever you’re free, he’s busy. On the slim chance that you guys are both free you’re both too tired to actually do anything other than sleep.

So you haven’t seen your best friend in a while. You guys don’t really text each other either and when you do it’s a game of phone tag.

When the weekend hits you finally have a day to yourself. You shoot Jihoon a text when Sana comes bursting into your room.

“Come on, we’re going out.”

“What?” You look up at the girl.

“You heard me. Put on a cute little slutty dress and slap on some make up. We’re going clubbing with the girls. I’m going to allow you to sit around and mope just because Jihoon is busy.”

“I’m not moping!”

“Really?” Sana quirks an eyebrow up and looks down at your clothes.

You look down too and realize both the t-shirt and sweatpants you are wearing belong to Jihoon. You pout and claim it’s only because they’re comfortable.

“I don’t care. Pick up your tits or I’m dragging you to the club looking like that!” Sana calls as she walks out of your room.

When you get to the club the other girls are already there. You note it’s only the older girls tonight and it’s most likely because you guys are in an actual club and the younger girls are not old enough to drink.

“Y/N! You look so good. I swear it’s been forever since we’ve seen you!” Jeongyeon comes and throws her arms around you. You giggle and hug her back.

Nayeon has agreed to be the sober one tonight to look after you guys so soon Sana is shoving shot after shot into your hand and soon you’re wasted as you and your girls dance around together.

A small voice in the back of your head whispers how you wish Jihoon is here with you. He’d be dressed in all black with the top buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. His strong hands would be gripping your waist as you danced around him, trying to get him riled up while still being somewhat discrete. His lips would ghost against your neck as he whispers in your ear what he was going to do when you guys got back to your apartment.

You shake your head and try to get rid of the thoughts of Jihoon. This is a night to enjoy with your girls, not to think about your best friend. You do miss him though…a lot. You wish you could see him. Not to have sex or anything, just see him. Maybe cuddle and watch a movie or play video games together.

You feel tears prick at your eyes and you don’t even know why it has you crying but you’re grateful that Momo comes up to you with another shot so you can focus on something else.

You easily avoid the proposition to dance from men all night as you just want to focus on your girls. You’re thoroughly drunk by the time you guys are calling it a night and your feet hurt and you’re a little cold and you just want to go to bed.

Nayeon has everyone sitting in a booth as she’s trying to figure out how to handle everyone. Her car unfortunately cannot fit five people and she doesn’t want to send you and Sana home alone while drunk.

She doesn’t want to bother anyone but she figures it’s the best call. She’s about to make her call when she hears one of you guys crying. She looks over to see it’s you. Your nose is running and your eyes are teary as you try not to let it all come flowing out.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” She slides into the booth next to you and wraps an arm around you.

You go to answer but the dam finally breaks and the tears stream freely down your face. “I miss Jihoonie,” you sob loudly, not even bothering to wipe your eyes or nose. “I want my Hoonie!”

Your wailing catches the attention of a couple other people in the club and Nayeon tries to shush you. “Okay, okay. I’m gonna call him right now. You’ll see Jihoon soon hun.”

Nayeon stands up again and dials the short boy’s number only for her phone to go straight to voicemail. She groans. Now was not the time for his phone to be shut off. It’s late anyways, what is he still doing in his studio?

The older girl tries again and Nayeon sighs as Jihoon’s number goes to voicemail once more. She switches over contacts and dials up Soonyoung who answers on the first ring.

“Nayeon? What’s up?”

“Soonyoung! Thank goodness. I’m at the club right now and I need someone to come pick up Sana and Y/N so I can take Jeongyeon and Momo home,” Nayeon explains.

“Yeah of course, send me the address and Wonwoo and I’ll be right there.”

It takes the boys about ten minutes to get to the club and by then your tears have stopped flowing down your face.

“Y/Nie~” You look up when you hear your name being called and you start sobbing again when you see who it is. Soonyoung looks startled and seeks out Naeyong’s help but the other girl is nowhere in sight. Wonwoo is already leading Sana to the car so he has no choice but to deal with you himself.

He tries to get you to stand up but you push him away. “You’re not my Jihoonie!”

Soonyoung then understands and sighs. The younger boy has been locked up in his studio all week and rarely comes out unless it’s to eat something or go to the bathroom.

Soonyoung and Jihoon live in a five bedroom, two bath apartment that is off-campus. The fifth bedroom was going to go to Minghao but he instead opted to live with Seokmin and Mingyu in the on-campus apartments. Jihoon told the boys he’d take the rent for the fifth room if he could turn it into his music studio and all of the guys agreed.

The problem with having an at-home studio means that when Jihoon gets really in the zone, he never leaves the apartment for anything. Which has now led to Soonyoung trying to wrangle you out of the club and into Wonwoo’s car.

Finally Soonyoung is able to pick you up and dump you into Wonwoo’s car, even if you are squirming around the whole time. In the car you’re still crying and begging for Jihoon and all Soonyoung can do is promise that you’ll see the other boy soon. He feels bad for you knowing that Jihoon has decided to shut out the whole world currently.

It takes some effort, and even calling Jun down to help, but eventually the boys get both you and Sana into their apartment. You’ve seemed to calm down now that you’re inside the apartment and know there’s a chance you’ll be able to see Jihoon soon.

Soonyoung leads you to Jihoon’s bed where you fall down onto and curl up automatically. It’s not the first time you’re spending a night in Jihoon’s bed and you relish being enveloped in the smell of Jihoon. The older boy walks over to the room next door and knocks on the door. When there’s no answer Soonyoung assumes Jihoon either has his headphones on or fell asleep on his studio couch again. He doesn't even try the door, knowing it’s locked, and just goes back to Jihoon’s room to break the bad news to you.

He’s about to start talking when he realizes you’re already fast asleep, face buried in Jihoon’s pillow. Soonyoung shuts off the light and closes the door. Sana is also fast asleep on the apartment couch when he passes by and he finally trudges to his room and falls asleep himself.

When you wake up you feel like you want to die. The room is too bright and your body feels cramped. You go to stretch your limbs but run into something and you finally blink your eyes open and realize you’re not in your own room.

It doesn’t take much to clue you in on the fact that you’re in Jihoon’s room though. Not only does the whole room smell like him but you recognize his bedspread and the photo of the two of you on his nightstand.

You blink down at the form next to you that grunts when you try to move again. Only the top of Jihoon’s head sticks out from the covers, his black hair spread across his pillow. You didn’t hear or feel him come to bed last night so you’re a bit surprised to see him there.

“Hi baby.” His voice is muffled by the covers and droopy with sleep, but you still hear him. “Didn’t want to wake you up when I came to bed, but I did change your clothes.”

You look down and finally notice you’re out of your uncomfortable club dress and in a pair of Jihoon’s boxers and one of his sweaters.

“I heard you got into some fun last night and started to miss me.” You then remember that you quite literally cried in the club as you sobbed to see Jihoon. “Sorry we haven’t seen each other in a while, that’s on me, c’mere.”

Jihoon’s arm is snaking around your waist and pulling you back down onto the bed. You snuggle up into his chest and he kisses the top of your head. His body is warm and you practically melt in his arms, finally having what you’ve been craving for over a week now.

“I really missed you,” you mumble into his chest. You feel tears start to well up in your eyes again and you don’t even know why you’re crying, you’re literally in Jihoon’s arms. “I just love you a lot, Hoonie. Wanted to see you so bad.”

“I know babydoll, I know.” He wipes at your tears before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, I’m here now.”

Jihoon held you for what was probably another thirty minutes, pressing soft kisses into your hair and face, until he heard your stomach rumble. He laughs and pushes you off him softly so he could sit up.

“Come one, let’s go make breakfast. I’m sure Sana and the boys will be hungry too.” Jihoon stands and you slowly follow him into the kitchen where he supplies you with a cup of water and some painkillers. He then starts to move around the kitchen to make breakfast.

It’s early enough that nobody else is awake and that you are still feeling clingy so as Jihoon cooks the eggs on the stove you stand behind him and wrap your arms around his torso, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Jihoon hums along to a song he’s working on as he makes breakfast. It’s been a while since he’s been able to eat a proper breakfast and be around the people he loves so he cherishes this time as you won’t let him go.

Soon the other people in the apartment wake up and gather around the kitchen table and you and Jihoon serve out the food. The boys make jabs at Jihoon that it’s nice to finally see him and he brushes them all off.

When breakfast is over you’re following Jihoon into his studio. You sit down on his couch and he pulls up one of his computer tabs and hands you his headphones.

“This is the song I’ve been working on. Take a listen?” You nod and grab the headphones from him. “It’s not totally finished, but I think I’m gonna title it ‘Ruby’.”

You slide the headphones on and listen to the opening chords. It sounds like the start of a ballad until the drums sound and Jihoon starts to sing. You’re shocked by the change in pace of the song, but it’s a good shock.

You’ve always loved Jihoon’s music but this song fully entrances you. It’s all in English and you’re glad that your parents forced you to take all of those English lessons as a kid.

“Shit this is red too.” Your eyes widen at the line and you stare up at Jihoon, slack jawed.

The song finished up and you’re taking the headphones off. “Jihoon this is amazing! Like, I can’t even describe it. It’s one of your best I think.”

Jihoon chuckles and blushes a bit. “Well I’m glad you like it, considering it’s about you.”

You’re not completely surprised by his words but it still makes you feel nice when you hear it. Suddenly you have a good idea so you stand up and push Jihoon back into his studio chair. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

“Y/N, what are you-”

“Shhh, I just wanna make you feel good. You’ve been working so hard, you deserve a treat. Don’t you think, Woozi?” He shudders as his producer name falls off your lips.

“I’ve been the one neglecting you though, I should be the one treating you,” he tries to fight back but you only let out a tut.

“So you don’t want me to take care of you?” You reach down between your bodies and palm at his already half hard cock. He lets out a high pitched whine as his hips cant up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You lean down and Jihoon tries to meet your lips but you grab his hair and pull his head to the side. You pull his shirt collar to the side and attach your lips to his shoulder. You suck at the bare skin and Jihoon is already trembling under you. His hands reach down to grab at your plump ass. He kneads the soft fat in his hands and hums in satisfaction, he missed this.

His hips are grinding up into you and before he can help it he’s making small keening noises. You pull your mouth off his shoulder and grab his face gently and connect your lips. You kiss him slowly and sweetly, savoring the taste of him after being apart for so long.

Much too soon for Jihoon’s liking you’re pulling away again. He’s about to beg you to kiss him again but you press your finger up to his lips. “Shh, you have to be quiet, baby. You don’t want anyone hearing right?”

Jihoon then remembers that not only are all of his roommates home, but your roommate is also still over. His studio is soundproofed but he knows that it only goes so far so he only nods and you kiss his forehead, cooing at what a good boy he is.

You slide off his lap and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs. You bring your hand up to palm at his crotch again. You can feel he’s fully hard now and straining against his boxers and sweats.

His hips buck up at the touch and you practically purr. “Yeah baby, gonna make you feel so good. Grind against my hand.” His hands are tightly gripping onto his chair as his hips continue to thrust up, trying to find any kind of friction.

After a few more thrusts you’re pulling your hand away. You bring your hands up to Jihoon’s waist and run your finger across his stomach before hooking a finger around the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down. Jihoon lifts his hips up to allow the fabric to fall down around his ankles.

You can see his dick straining even harder now and you lean down to press a kiss against the clothed length. Jihoon’s hips push up into your face and you use your hands to shove his thighs back down.

“Hey, play nice Ji,” you scold the boy.

“Sorry,” Jihoon mutters out. His face is flushed and he keeps squirming around in his chair. You tut at him but still tug his boxers down his legs, his leaking cock springing out. It stands up against his stomach and the sight makes your mouth water.

Jihoon has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. You’re not just saying that because you’re biased, it really is the prettiest dick you’ve seen. It’s thick and long, but not too long. His tip is a nice pink color and he has a thick vein that runs along his whole length. His has a slight curve up that helps him hit your g-spot in just the right way.

The short boy is whimpering above you, begging you to suck him off, but you don’t pay him much mind as you run your thumb over his tip, spreading pre-cum across his dick.

You wrap your hand around Jihoon's thick cock and pump slowly as you bend down to suck a hickey into his hip bone. Jihoon is quietly whimpering above you as you do, trying his best not to thrust up into your hands.

Once the mark is deep enough to your liking, you lean forward and lick a stripe against the vein and Jihoon is biting down on his lip so he doesn’t make too much noise. You kiss up and down his length, teasing him.

Jihoon thinks he’s about to go crazy when you finally slide his dick into your mouth. You bob your head up and down before pulling all the way off. You stick your tongue out and swirl it around the tip of Jihoon’s cock. Your lips tenderly wrap around the tip of his cock as you start to suck on the head. Your hands grip at the base of his cock, pumping a bit as you play with his tip. You don’t break eye contact with Jihoon as you do and you can see the pleading in his eyes, begging you to do more.

You comply with his wishes and take all of him in your mouth again, deep throating his dick. You have experience swallowing Jihoon’s dick down your throat and it’s almost comforting as you move your mouth up and down.

Your hands are resting against his hips so he can’t fuck into you. Jihoon’s hands stay gripping the seat, knowing you’ll get mad if he shoves your head down. You speed up your pace and Jihoon swears you’re going even deeper now, even though he didn’t think it was possible.

He can feel his balls tightening and he’s about to cum when all of a sudden you’re pulling your lips off his cock and sitting back. Jihoon whimpers and tries to grab at you but you only bat his hands away.

You stand up and pull down the boxers that Jihoon leant you. Jihoon can see the way your pussy glistens with arousal and he gulps thickly. He wants to fuck you so badly, he’d go nice and slow, making up for the time you guys lost while he holed himself up. Instead though, you’re moving away from him to sit on the couch.

“Don’t touch yourself Ji, okay? Be a good boy for me and I’ll reward you.” You look into his eyes and he only nods.

He’s practically drooling as he watches you lean back against the couch cushions and spread your legs open. He licks his lips as you bring your fingers down to play with your clit, slowly rubbing circles into the sensitive bud. You’re spreading your slick around, making your pussy look even more tantalizing.

Jihoon’s hips buck up involuntarily and you chuckle a bit at him, muttering at how needy he is. Then you’re moving your fingers down and inserting two into your pussy right away. It’s your turn now to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning out.

You feel your cunt clench against your own fingers as you thrust your fingers in and out. Your eyes are trained to Jihoon, whose eyes are trained on your pussy.

Jihoon knows you’re supposed to be treating him, but this feels like torture. Part of him wonders if he deserves it for neglecting you. You continue your actions for a little bit more before you’re standing up. Jihoon doesn’t take his eyes off of you as you saunter up to him and stick your fingers out towards his mouth.

Eagerly Jihoon takes your fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. He even grabs your hand with his own so you can’t pull them away. When Jihoon has gotten his fill he pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a pop.

“Good boy,” you coo and Jihoon melts. “I’m gonna ride your cock and then you can cum inside of me, got it?” Jihoon is nodding so hard you think his head might fall off.

You climb back onto his lap and hover over his dick as you line yourself up. You think about teasing him even more, but you’re both a little too needy and depraved to follow through. You sink down onto his cock and you both let out low, breathy moans at the feeling.

You don’t move at first, letting yourself adjust. You lean down to bring your mouth to Jihoon’s and you kiss passionately as you start to move your hips up and down. Jihoon’s hands move down to grab at your ass again and he helps guide your body as you ride his cock.

Your kiss isn’t aggressive but it is forceful as you guys are desperate to taste each other after over a week of not having sex. You roll your hips at a rhythmic pace that drives Jihoon insane but he knows better than to take control.

He reaches down and in one swift motion he pulls his sweater off your form, leaving you completely naked. You tug at his shirt as well so it’s only fair and when the article of clothing falls to the ground you are both left bare. You lean back, bracing yourself on his knees, as you bounce on his cock. Jihoon’s hands are splayed against your stomach, watching as his dick leaves a small bulge in your tummy.

Jihoon licks his lips as he watches the way your tits bounce in front of his face. He can’t help himself as he leans forward to take one in his mouth, his tongue tracing around your hard nipple. One of his hands moves to your back to support you and push your body into his more.

You grab onto Jihoon’s shoulders and dig your fingers into the warm flesh. You can feel your orgasm already approaching and you hope Jihoon’s is too.

Your breathing is labored as you struggle to speak. “Ji, are you close?”

“So close bunny,” Jihoon mumbles back, his voice muffled due to his mouth being pressed against your skin. After he answers his mouth goes right back to attacking your tits, biting at the soft fat on your chest.

“Then please fill me up,” you whine lowly.

“Anything for you baby.” The pads of his fingers are finding your clit and he starts rubbing quick, messy circles into the bud.

You pull his face up and smash your lip into his so you don’t scream out as you fall apart, your pussy convulsing and gushing all over Jihoon’s lap. He’s not far behind as your tight walls milk his cock and he’s spilling his cum deep into you.

You have to catch your breath as you collapse into Jihoon. He wraps his arms around you and presses soft kisses into your shoulder.

Part of you knows that you should clean up, but the other part of you wants to stay here in Jihoon’s arms, his cock buried into your wet heat. Jihoon is smarter than you though, and he’s gently lifting you off his lap. Your legs tremble a bit as you stand and you have to grab onto his shoulders again for support.

“Now how do we get cleaned up without the guys noticing,” Jihoon wonders out loud. You groan, you totally forgot about clean up when you decided to seduce Jihoon.

He grabs a towel that lays next to his desk and starts to wipe down his lap and desk chair. The only reason the towel is even there is because he also missed you while working on his new song and may or may not have jerked off multiple times thinking about you while hiding in his studio.

There were times when you guys would get busy and couldn’t find the time to see each other in person but would still be free enough to either call or text each other. This left Jihoon with a multitude of lewd images from you saved to his phone that he doesn’t mind pulling up to jerk off to.

You reach for your phone to see a text from Sana.

Sana: Jun, Soon, and I went to get lunch. I think Wonwoo is gaming so he won’t hear if you guys wanna get frisky ;)

“I don’t think anyone’s home,” you say after reading the text. “Except Woo, but he’s gaming.”

Jihoon sighs in relief. He tugs his sweats back on and tells you he’ll be back soon. You nod and sit down on the couch and hope that none of Jihoon’s cum slides out of you and onto the couch.

Like he promised, Jihoon is back within a few minutes with water, clean clothes, and wet rags. He cleans you up and then thoroughly cleans up his desk chair.

The clothes Jihoon brings you are a pair of your panties that you know he definitely stole at some point, a pair of his shorts, and a t-shirt. You pull them on as Jihoon grabs the dirty clothes and throws them into the washing machine.

When he walks back into his studio you’re laying on the couch, your head resting on the arm rest. Jihoon crawls on top of you, settling in between your legs. His face moves down to kiss at your face and you giggle and wrap your limbs around him, pulling him closer to you.

“Never leave me alone like that again, okay? I missed you,” you mumble to him. Jihoon only nods and kisses you again.

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