#seojin x reader
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Cw: noncon,manipulation,, seojin is a bad person, fingering, reader is described as smaller than seojin
Pairings; cheon seojin x reader
Notes; JSAKSIUSOWIW she is doing things to me :(( i needdd to get this out also @pepemyfantasy dm'd me if i upload any shi like this😵💫
All you've ever wanted was to become a singer, a star, a person prodigies look up to, just like cheon seojin. She was your idol, your star even... so when you were offered vocal lessons from her you couldn't say no! but seriously you couldn't. if you did she would've made sure your life would be over until you came back to her.
once you arrived at Hera Palace you went straight upstairs. getting confused on where you were supposed to go you met a nice lady named suryeon! she was so nice and warm you felt so safe with her :)) ur innocent eyes and small stature made her drawn to you specifically, as well as the way you talked, so nervously n fidgety you were so cute! but when you asked where seojin's room was she was quite mad... i mean why wouldn't she be? a thieving witch like seojin shouldn't have access to such a naive n sweet girl like you! but you headed off to her place anyway cus u were extremely excited to finally meet your idol!
but when you do she's already so bossy :(( she keeps saying to resonate better but this is your limit? or get a higher note when you've already hit the note perfectly so she can keep you for longer than necessary :// n suryeon did not trust her very much!!! n she was right cause seojin didn't trust herself either. controlling herself was so hard for her... and the way you sat there, looking all pretty she was trying hard to regulate herself n not take you right then and there!!! ur cute smile n pretty lil eyes made it even harder for her ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) as the night went on the rain got heavier n heavier , n darker nd darker! it'd be foolish of her to allow such a pretty girl out of her sight, at night nonetheless!
you kept asking if she was sure she'd let you stay, cause you know you needed to come back home, cause your mom would never let you stay over at a strangers house. "dont worry... i've called your mom and she has agreed to let you stay... " no, of course she hasn't, why would she? you didn't need to know that anyway. pretty girls like you shouldn't need to go anywhere without someone like her!! so obviously she invited you over for dinner like any sane person would?? but it was quite... uncomfortable for you.. her hand on your thigh slowly crept up underneath your skirt, to the point she was barely an inch away from your cunt.. nd as you ate dinner her fingers drew small circles on your inner thigh. but no matter how much you squirmed, or squealed her hand never moved away, even a squeeze or two would occur occasionally.
"ya'know y/n....you'd be such a popular singer... only if someone thrusted you into the spotlight.. " "you... you think so? " "mhm" she smirked slightly, while her hand started to cup ur cunt "and i know just who can help.. " you squeaked as her finger hooked on your panties n pulled em off quickly, "ms. cheon!-" her hand went over ur mouth as she collected your slick along her fingers "god... you wanted this didn't you? you wanted me to fuck you didn't you? that's why you wore this fucking skirt. " your hands gripped on her shoulders as her pointer teased your entrance "whore... trying to get fucked by me huh? want my fingers? hm? " at this point you were on the table, her finger pushing through your entrance, her finger was deep inside of you... but she wouldn't move her finger. " fucking hell, admit it or else your walking out of here high and dry" "please... wan' your fingers so bad! ms. cheon... " your whining got louder n louder as her fingers glided in and out of you quicker than anything you've ever felt.
you felt weird "ms.cheon! please go slow...! " "what? dont tell me your a fucking virgin?" you silenced yourself, telling her your answer "even fucking better... " she already knew, you don't a come across pretty girls whose cunt hasn't been stuffed full. "trust me, i know what i'm doing... " your head was dizzy, you could barely think. you became jello in her arms, allowing her to lie your body down on the table. "please- ms. cheon! " "don't you want to be a recognizable singer? you'll need me to even get into SNU. " her fingers curled up n your eyes got blurry as her pace quickened inside you, you whined loudly "you like that? huh? " all you could do was nod, unable to think very well. "have i already made pretty girl dumb? i bet i did.. " your hands gripped her shoulders tight, as your nails made small half moons on her back. why'd you let her do this? cause you needed any chance you could get to being a popular singer. this was what you needed, a chance, and although ur dignity was left for dead. it'd be okay.
a loud whine escaped your mouth, as the knot in your stomach snapped. you felt dirty, defiled. the fact you let n even enjoyed her having her way with you "i know it felt good.. right, pretty? " you only nodded, not wanting to anger her "felt.. so good"
#୨୧.seojin#୨୧.penthouse#𐙚.ramblings#🎀. noncon#🎀.fingering#seojin x reader#penthouse x reader#seojin smut#cheon seojin x reader
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Trick or Treat!🎃
Kit kat+ Frankenstein + The Addams Family!
Happy Haliween!!🕸🎃💜💚
☾ Pairing: Serial Killer! Seokjin x Serial Killer!f. reader
☾ Summary: For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common.
☾ Word Count: 3,245
☾ Genre: Enemies to Lovers(ish), Slasher, A little humor
☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
☾ Warnings: Thoughts about murder, references to murder, reflection on being a murderer - literally, this is a drabble about two serial killers, they do not actually commit murder in this but literally the entire subject is MURDER!! Like reader thinks about killing people multiple times, this is disturbing but not necessarily graphic, and there are overall just. Themes of insanely morally corrupt people. Also contains explicit language, breaking into homes, knives and threats, stalking, prepping to murder someone, profiling people to be victims, sexual tension, and implications. Ambiguous ending, we don’t know if they kill their victim.
☾ Published: October 8, 2023
☾ A/N: I am so sorry if you don’t like strange serial killers to lovers(ish), but for this Haliween trick you have selected Kit Kat + Frankenstein + The Addam's Family which equals Seokjin, Enemies to Lovers, and slasher! I kept this light-hearted and there’s no actual murder or anything, but this is absolutely unhinged and was an experience for me to write from the POV of a killer. I hope you love these two competitive lunatics with zero moral compasses discovering they have more in common than they think!
☾ A/N 2: Mini shoutout to @minisugakoobies and @daechwitatamic for their input on my ruminating about what to do with this Haliween combination. Their musings inspire this wild little masterpiece and I could not have gotten the brain chugging without their comments.
☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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There are days you wonder if you should kill Seokjin.
It would be too complicated, though. Not only would someone notice if he doesn’t show up to work, but it’s too close to home. Murders should always be removed. There should be no connections between you and the victim. Anything within seven degrees of separation is far too close.
And everyone knows you hate him.
Hate the way he charms everyone else so effortlessly. There isn’t a soul at the store who doesn’t like him except maybe you. He is perfect. Not a hair out of place, his handsome features painfully symmetrical and alluring, his ease with people so crystalline that you want to scream. Glasses that are perfectly perched on his perfect nose. Effortlessly chic hair. A knockout mouth structure.
It’s hard to imagine anyone is that perfect, but it appears Seokjin is. No matter how much digging you do, you never find anything incriminating. There’s nothing. He hardly seems to exist outside of the store.
You hate him for it. Especially when you see he has beaten you for employee of the month again. Seokjin walks into the break room, looking at the announcement on the board. He smirks when he sees it, eyes coasting over to you. The grin grows and he shrugs.
“What can I say?”
“Nothing, ideally,” you offer.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
You feel your eye twitch. You imagine how satisfying it would be to smash his teeth in. To feel the bone break beneath your foot, to hear the crunch.
The thought of it makes you smile and turn to him, suddenly calm again. “Congratulations, Seokjin. I look forward to celebrating with you during our meeting.”
Tying an apron around your waist, you leave the break room and head out onto the floor. Your calm intensifies, muscles loosen. The store is not open yet. Outside, the world is gray. The fluorescent lights shine down on the perfectly lined aisles, every item in place. Above, soft music plays.
Mornings at the grocery store like this are second only to the high of watching the light fade from someone’s eyes. Here, you are alone and in peace. You feel the quiet of the world, undisturbed. Like a god walking through the land of their creation while everything is asleep.
But it’s when you see someone looking at you as they embrace death that you know you are a god. You are the final thing they see, and right before they fade, they see you as their ender. Their maker.
Seokjin might be able to take the employee of the month from you, but he cannot have this. These two moments. Different sides of the same coin. He could never understand the power that peace and death give you.
No one else understands. No one else could.
-
When the store opens, your day unfolds. It is an upscale grocery store with organic foods, fresh pressed juice and swollen, ripe strawberries. You see all manner of people come in and out: assistants doing the shopping for their wealthy employers, socialites snapping pictures of their smoothies and juices, the upper class toting name-brand bags and watches as they hand over metal credit cards.
It is disgusting, in a way. But in your way, it’s become beautiful. A hunting ground for people who jet around the world so often, no one will know if they go missing. You’re always so so careful with your marks. They have to be right. Perfect. You have to spend weeks making sure they are the one.
The one problem with this ritual is how long it takes. The need to feel that power and the need for safety and caution wage a war inside of you, neither giving ground to the other. It’s been months since you’ve had a fix, and with Seokjin’s employee of the month win, you know it’s time to sift through your options.
Your list is small. The sweet, doe-eyed boy Jungkook is an easy mark in the sense that he has a very small social circle, his life is built on routine, and he is wildly trusting. Because of his routine, though, he might present a problem when he goes missing. That, and he is physically a danger to you if you don’t knock him out first.
Taehyung isn’t bad, either. He comes and goes, traveling the world and staying in hostels, losing his passports across countries and sharing all of his travels on social media. He lives loosely enough that if he vanished, it would take a while for anyone to find him. But that social media feed of his would eventually attract attention.
When Hoseok gets into your line, you feel your heart stutter. Perfect Hoseok. He is quiet and solitary, a fashion designer who often vanishes for long periods at a time. He doesn’t leave his quiet, lofty mansion in the hills often when he is in a fit of designing for a new season, and he is prone to hospitalizations for working himself near to death.
Perfect Hoseok, who smiles like Apollo and smells like the sun. He is an entity. A light that you cannot help but stare at. And you decide him. What would it be like, to see someone like Hoseok look at you and beg. Please. Like you’re his god. The only thing between him and death.
Your palms get sweaty as your line shortens. He’s just four back - it’s a busy day - but you try to get through your customers quickly. You want to make small talk with him. To get his weekend plans.
And then Seokjin steps into the register next to you even though he’s supposed to be on break, and he turns the light on. “Hoseok! Come on over, let’s get you through.”
Rage. You stop ringing up items. The conveyor belt hums and the products on top of it begin to pile up. White noise roars in your ears. You watch as Hoseok gets out of your line and swaps to Seokjin’s. They shake hands and start talking, Seokjin leaning back with a laugh.
High-pitched ringing sings in your ears as you watch Seokjin bag Hoseok’s items and offer to walk him out to the car after flicking the light off at his register.
“Ma’am?” You blink and the ringing vanishes. The man in front of you stares, raising his brows. His cat-like eyes are sharp and concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you rasp, voice suddenly dry. It’s a lie. “Yeah.”
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“Do you like stealing my customers?” you ask Seokjin, pressing the knife down hard through the apple you’re cutting at the break room counter. “Is that how you got employee of the month? Turning on your light to ring up one person and then fucking off?”
“Ooo,” Seokjin answers, closing the fridge with his hip. “We are still touchy about my great awards, are we?”
“You know that was a bitch move.” You slam the knife down on the cutting board. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife, which is wildly obnoxious for cutting fruit. And, you realize belatedly, it’s from Seokjin’s personal collection. You file it away, wondering what he knows about good knives. “Stay the fuck away from my business when I’m working.”
“Hoseok isn’t yours.”
His tone makes you look up. Seokjin’s demeanor shifts, a chameleon adapting to a hostile environment. The telltale signs of his true annoyance are all there: red ears, vacant eyes, blank face. His shark face. You see it so rarely that it shocks you to see it now.
It’s in moments like this where… he is almost your mirror.
“He was in my line.”
“Funny how that isn’t the same thing.”
“Customer poaching is desperate.” You pick the knife back up and slice through the apple, hearing the crisp, wet crunch like breaking a bone to get to marrow. “Are you that desperate, Jin?”
From the corner of your eye, you see his fingers twitch. For a split second, you think he might grab the knife. A flutter of excitement runs through you, unfettered. You wait to see what he does, holding your breath as you slowly turn to look at him.
Is he going to do it?
The moment clings to the air a moment longer. Then Namjoon opens a shelf and spills several boxes of granola, shattering the weaving tension between you and Seokjin. He takes a step back and you turn back toward your fruit, knife abandoned.
When he leaves, a shiver runs up your spine, quite unsure what that was.
You also think that perhaps Seokjin is... more attractive than you give him credit for.
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Two weeks. You tap through your phone, lighting up your face in the dark of your room. Hoseok will begin his descent into designing for his Spring collection in two weeks. It’s the perfect amount of time to prepare yourself, to begin the ritual of hunting. To watch, notate, and practice.
You hit the button to turn off the lock screen and you’re bathed in darkness.
Two weeks and you can feel the rush again.
Two weeks and you’ll be fed on the high for months.
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Not even Seokjin can get you down at work. You look at your time requested off on the calendar every morning you clock in. A blissful spread of days in which you’ll need to prepare, execute, and come down for the euphoria before coming back to work.
No amount of goading from Seokjin can upset you this week. You are locked in. Focused. So honed on your rapidly approaching desire that nothing can bring you down.
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“Switch weekends with me,” Seokjin says, stepping in front of you before you can clock out. It’s late, both of you staying overtime to help unload a late shipment. You growl at him and try to jockey him out of the way, but he’s like iron. He doesn’t move. “I need that weekend off.”
“No.” Seokjin’s stance grows firmer. You push him again but he is unmovable, making your lip curl. You slowly start to drag your eyes to his, where he is pouting. “Move or I will make you.”
“That’s the best reaction I’ve gotten from you all week. What plans do you have, huh? A date night with a bubble bath and a vibrator?”
You frown. He isn’t entirely wrong. The need to lay in warm water in a post-kill daze and bring yourself to an orgasm is part of the after routine. Still, you manage to shove him aside and punch in your number.
“Please,” he says gently. “I need the weekend.”
“No. Not for you. Not in a million years.”
“What do you want? I’ll trade you anything.”
You face him after clocking out, giving him a wonderful smile. “You have nothing to offer me, Jin. I know you’re not used to hearing that.”
Slowly, Seokjin’s face changes. He goes from charming and warm and melts into something else. Ice in a glass, losing its form and weak attempt at holding false shape.
“You’re lucky we work together,” Seokjin murmurs. There is something dark in his voice. An abyss you’ve never heard from Seokjin, but you’ve touched yourself. It is the secret, dark voice of threat. Of promise. And then he grins, shrugging. “I guess I’ll ask around. Have fun with your sex toys.”
You watch Seokjin walk out and all you can think about is that low voice. That darkness. Like the thing that lives inside of you.
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One day. Hoseok has locked himself away. His social media has gone quiet. You watch as the trash cans go without being taken out. No one comes. No one goes. The only light that remains on is the one in his second-floor office. Hoseok comes outside a single time to look at the rain as it comes down hard on a Thursday before going back inside and not coming out again.
Tomorrow.
You watch the office light go off at five in the morning.
Tomorrow.
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Making a murder look like an accident is not easy. It is your least favorite method, in fact. You prefer people who vanish. A ghost is harder to trace than an accident. There are too many questions involved.
Hoseok, though, cannot be a ghost. You knew that when you picked him. You haven’t orchestrated an accident in some time, but you will now.
Hoseok likes to drink. He likes to fuel his designs with so much whiskey that sometimes he falls asleep in his office with the lights on at his desk, glass full. Other times, he crashes into furniture and knocks it over, shattering lamps and slipping down the stairs to get to his bedroom.
Tonight, you have everything you need. A little bit of Xanax, which he has a prescription for. A little bit of chloroform to help knock him out. Epinephrine for you to give you a carefully measured and tested boost of adrenaline and strength. Gloves. Wrapped shoes. A list of all the blind spots in his alarm system and its codes.
Crickets sing to you as you watch. You walked the full three hours to his home tonight. It was nice with the rush of cars around you and the crunch of your shoes on gravel. Once in the hills, you meticulously changed your clothes at a gas station, wiping off sweat and grime before taking the fifteen-minute trek into the lower hills where Hoseok lives.
Light pollution makes it hard to see the stars, but the world stretches out beyond you as you stand in the murky darkness of an unsold home across the street. For the past two weeks, you have been an impromptu gargoyle perched among the trees.
Hoseok should be happy he will not be around when someone moves in. The trees that offer the home privacy offer an entire vantage point to watch him through his uncurtained home. Even just climbing to other limbs gives you a view of other windows. Other ways in.
The way in though, is easiest through the backyard where his spa room leads outside to the pool. The spa door has no camera and is in the blind spot for the camera under the patio pavilion. It additionally is rarely locked, a feature of Hoseok’s home he rarely uses.
It takes five minutes to get from the spa bathroom to the office. His stairs are well-made and don’t squeak. He leaves no other lights on. It will be just you and the dark.
You look at your watch. It’s four in the morning. For the past few days, Hoseok has gone to bed at five. He’s made it all three days in a row, not falling asleep at his desk. Tonight, he will do the same thing. He will get up, turn the lights out, and head to his bedroom.
Except this time, you plan to be in the hall. A little chloroform. A little forced Xanax to make him weak when he wakes up and prevent him from fighting back. A jolt of adrenaline for you and a snap of his neck before he falls down the stairs and-
A shadow crosses the wall of Hoseok’s yard. You straighten in the tree, watching it make its way across the yard toward the back. Without even thinking about it, you move. The thought of someone breaking into the house and killing Hoseok by accident and stealing your high makes you bolt.
Your heart hammers. Your hands get sweaty. This isn’t how your night is supposed to go. You’re up and over the wall and sliding along the glass windows as you walk toward the spa bathroom door in a heartbeat. You feel rattled and out of sorts - not at all what you should be feeling on a night like this.
Any other time, you might call it quits. Should call it quits.
But you don’t. It’s been so long and Hoseok has been taking from you once this month already. You cannot let it happen again.
Like a shadow, you slide into the home. It is cold inside. Already you’re working out how to factor in another person. You had not intended to stage a home invasion, but the third person is a liability and a threat. You’ve never taken two at once before, and though the promise of what that might feel like makes you giddy, you also don’t know the math of this. You don’t know what this looks like.
And still you creep forward.
Hoseok’s house is modern art. It is all sleek edges and warm tones washed in art on the walls and sculptures. Thankfully, it is also big and full of negative space. Nothing gets in your way as you creep up the stairs, eyes swiveling back and forth as you look for where the intruder has gone.
When you get to the top of the stairs, the hair on the back of your neck tingles. You swivel, bringing up your hand just as a knife stops in front of your face, only restricted by the iron grip you have on your assailant's wrist. You know the make of it immediately. It’s a Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife.
Neither of you move. You cannot make the features on your attacker's face. Slowly, you see their other arm come up. You somewhat see they are holding up a hand. A white flag. Trembling, you loosen your grip on their knife arm, your other hand wrapped firmly around the hunting knife sheathed at your thigh.
Together, you step away from Hoseok’s office door. One step. Two steps. A waltz backward and toward a guest room, where the door opens and you step inside with your opposite. Friend. Foe. You’re unsure.
Moonlight filters through the window and your counterpart steps backward into it.
Your breath catches in your chest and the urge to laugh suddenly takes you, swelling up so abruptly that you have to press your lips firmly shut to stop the madness from spilling out.
Seokjin looks good in all black, standing in the gray light of the moon. His shark eyes stare at you, face blank, waiting. The Wüsthof Classic Butcher Knife is still in his hand. It doesn’t shake. He holds it loose. Casual. A fast striker, you think.
“What a strange thing,” Seokjin whispers. “To see someone so unlike me be my very mirror. What are you doing here?”
“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,” you whisper back, recalling a quote from The Tell-Tale Heart. “But once conceived, it haunted me day and night.”
He hums. “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
Hoseok opens the door in his office. You both freeze, listening to his stumbling steps as he clambers down his stairs. Not a sound slips between you as Hoseok shuts the bedroom door downstairs.
The silence is roaring.
“What well it be,” Seokjin whispers. “Friend or foe?”
You tap the handle of your knife. “I want to be employee of the month next month. Try less.”
“What do you like to do after?”
“What was it you said? Take a bubble bath with a vibrator?”
He sheaths the knife and offers a hand. “I can give you more.”
You carefully hold out a hand to him. Not an enemy. Not a friend. Perhaps… an equal. “We are the same, then?”
“A mirror.” He pulls you in a little, just enough that his mouth brushes against yours. You want to take that dive suddenly. To lean into him. Past atrocities are forgotten in light of this new, beautiful darkness you share. “A mirror.”
You descend the steps together, two workers from the store. And a little more.
#seokjin fic#jin fic#bts fic#seokjin x reader#jin x reader#seokjin x you#jin x you#jin drabble#seojin thriller#seokjin imagines#jin imagines#haliween#minors do not interact#minors dni
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cheon seojin x reader
cheating headcanons
TW//noncon, cheating, name-calling, swears.
you were eunbyeol's gf and seojin has always liked you
she would always maintain eye contact with you and smirk every time you two talk
couldn't help herself when she discovered that you wanted to get into cheong-a's art school
it all happened one day when eubyeol wasn't home and she told you to come over
how she discovered your number? that's doesn't matter at all, she said
when you arrived, you thought eunbyeol would be there but seojin simply said that "she forgot eunbyeol wasn't home and was out with her friends" whilst you stand there with your big innocent eyes, the eyes that seojin admires the most.
seojin then asks you to go to her office to discuss about school things
and then it ends up with you begging her to stop licking your pussy and her blabbering something like "oh? i thought you said you wanted to get into cheong-a. if you want to be successful, just endure it, slut" whilst fucking your tight hole with her fingers until you're screaming her name.
and eun byeol? she may even arrive while her mom is fucking her girlfriend, but it only makes seojin hungrier for your pussy
she will be saying something about how loud you're being for her and
"why are you so loud and wet if you told me to stop? what a little dirty puppy. do you want your cute little girlfriend to hear us? do you want her to know how much of a whore you are to her own mom? hm?"
when eunbyeol arrives, she sees you all sweaty and messy
she obviously asks what happened and you just come up with any excuses you can
(with seojin's help)
after that, you couldn't look eunbyeol in the eyes for days, but after some time, you just accept that if you want to get into cheong-a's seojin has to fuck you everyday
#the penthouse#cheon seo jin#cheon seo jin smut#the penthouse smut#cheon seo jin headcanons#kdrama#korean drama#headcanons#gxg#cheon seojin x reader
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Dream With Me | jhs
Pairing: actor!hoseok x female!reader, f2l!au, school!au
Word Count: 25,517
Genre: angst/smut/fluff
Warning(s): mega-angst, profanity, unrequited love, mistaken betrayal, mention of an accident, dirty talk, smut, fingering, clit play, oral (m + f receive), smutty kissing, unprotected sex, nipple play, m!dom, slight f!dom, driver roll up the partition please thats it thats the hint it took me years to write this story and some intense editing also there is a surprise guest featured from nct 127 Rated: 18+
Summary: Your secret crush on Jung Hoseok develops into an unexpected friendship because of your encouragement that fueled him to follow his dreams. His feelings for you bloom, but when a strong misunderstanding leads to losing touch, you cope with the immense heartbreak as best as you can. Life has a funny way of leading you to where you belong. Despite the new love interest you have found once the years pass, the man you have loved since you were eight years old seems to find his way back and now you must fight for what it is you truly want.
Credit to: @yoonoclock for creating the perfect cover!
{24}
Tears drip in warm trails off your cheeks when the click of the front door signifies the leaving of Jaehyun. Admitting you are in love with someone else is already hard enough, but the pain of losing someone whom you thought would understand is more overwhelming than you could have possibly imagined. Conversation involving a famous talk show murmurs in the background, but the volume is not enough to drown out the sniffles now pressing onto the back of your hand while your entire frame shudders. Eventually, you plan to reach out to Jae in hopes of reconciling at least a friendship because it is what he deserves, and his heart is in the right place despite the pain you caused.
It is the face on the television screen that captured your heart for sixteen long years and the roller coaster of emotions encircling your chest tightens, producing a lump at the back of your throat as you swallow roughly. The movie premiere has officially been released, and the world has gone feral for the seven men seated before the interviewers who have asked questions the entire time as expected. But it was the words that one of the actors said that confirmed what you needed to know, and when you froze with the remote almost slipping from your hand, you knew that you were still in love with him, and your now ex-boyfriend Jaehyun could tell in your eyes that there is no turning back.
There was a fight that prompted Jaehyun to leave, but he was aware from vague communications that you and the actor in the interview had a history. A long history of almost unrequited love, or so you assumed, to reconnecting in the most unexpected way, but before things could get out of hand this time, you did confront Jaehyun in a warning that maybe things weren’t meant to be, but he convinced you to stay because sometimes everybody goes through their spells of doubt. But, when it came to Jung Hoseok, there were never any doubts.
It’s him.
It was always him. And, when answering a question involving inspiration as to why Hoseok chose the career path he is on- the words you had spoken to him back in high school were repeated, and your heart turned with the longing that never dimmed. You love Jaehyun, and that was never a lie; he unknowingly helped you through a tremendous heartbreak that ultimately revealed to be a misunderstanding that still leaves you humiliated to reminisce upon. And even now, standing within the living room of your home, you no longer can take it; sauntering to the kitchen table, you scoop up your car keys, slipping on your shoes, there is only one destination in mind. Locking the door behind you, the crisp air of the evening that wafts along your face is a reminder of the tears still wanting to fall, and when your car roars to life, your vision adjusts past the tears, and you turn out of the driveway on a mission.
A mission to find some form of healing.
10 years earlier…
{14}
Sunshine reflects off the bleachers enough to cause your eyes to squint toward your notebook where you sketch enough doodles to realize you have not made a dent in your homework. How can you? The pang of a soccer ball bounces off a shoe into the air- kicked with intense force to cause your wandering eyes to view the anger now contorting the player’s expression. His lips stay in a firm pink line, but the dew from the earlier rain unexpectedly slips him onto his back while cocky laughter reverberates beyond the field. Heart turning with sadness, you remain hidden within your favorite spot, though even from a distance, you can see evidently that his feelings are hurt.
“C’mon, Hoseok, you can’t make the team!” Kevin, the most raucous bully of the school clutches at his stomach overdramatically while his posse looms behind him. “You can barely make the tennis team! You’re in over your head, man,” and with that, they scurry off, shoving into each other’s shoulders as if they have accomplished the funniest gig when really, the most they have accomplished is the nausea rearing within your stomach. And, as much as you want to take a stand for the boy now swiping at his clothes, you shyly hold back continuing to seem hidden high up on the bleachers where he never seems to notice you exist.
Here is where you wait until your father comes to pick you up; unless it is overwhelmingly crowded, you tend to wander off in the opposite direction. You will hide within the room where the drama club meets to practice their lines. It may be halfway into your first year of high school, but you have successfully memorized every aspect of the school building, and while the memory dissipates, you cuddle your notebook to your chest when you watch the lanky kid spit out sentences of curse words before swinging his arm around in a mimic of punching someone.
Hoseok is not the only one who has had his fair share of Kevin. It was elementary school when you first became acquainted with the two, and the memory still haunts you at times to this day:
“Piggy! Piggy! You’re a chubby piggy!” Kevin would, for lack of a better term, romantically sing to you, side stepping a full circle around you to where you would feel cornered. At eight years old, you were slightly on the chubby side though by nine years old you slimmed up, but on that particular day at eight years of age, Kevin took his demeaning banter too far pushing you severely to the limit. Jabbing a finger into your face, his snotty nose almost made you hurl on his brand-new sneakers.
“Shut up Kevin!” You warned whilst your stubby digits curled into your palms.
“Make me, four eyes!”
Glaring at him, you wished he would disappear as easily as a magic trick, and your fists remained glued to your sides while you fumed. Your stomach growled above the intense anxiety within your abdomen, and you were livid enough at this kid for interrupting your snack time. Tears gathered when you couldn’t find a swift comeback.
“Hey!” A young voice yelled. “That’s not very nice!”
Turning, you saw a brunette boy an inch or two taller than you with puffy, red cheeks and bright, brown eyes whose mouth pulled into a pucker once his eyebrows knitted together. Instinctively your mouth flew open as you gazed at your knight in shining armor.
“I don’t care!” Kevin blasted. “She’s a four-eyed pickle brain!”
That was it.
Slowly, you faced Kevin, the fire burning in your palms had never felt so real and before you could control yourself, you smacked him as hard as you could across his face. Kevin gasped in terror as he tumbled to the ground, crying dramatically once his hand pressed against his reddened cheek. Embarrassment washed over mingled with immense fear when you realized what you had done. Kids had been so busy enjoying their lunches throughout the picnic tables that they hadn’t noticed Kevin’s relentless sobs. Taking a step back, you lifted your hand to your mouth to stifle the triumphant smile wanting to grow at the sudden action. You smacked Kevin! The biggest bully you had ever known. Your palm and fingers were slightly pink from the aftermath and despite your heart ramming along your ribcage, you enjoyed that subtle sense of pride.
“What happened? Kevin, love, what happened?” The teacher ran quickly toward the tear-stained boy, bending down to rub his shoulder in an attempt to comfort. A blush crept its way to your ears as you watched the teacher lift the child to his feet. Already visualizing Kevin pointing an accusing finger toward you, you felt the ground being ripped from beneath your feet.
Kevin stuttered, hardly understanding a word he blubbered, “"She-he sma -ah-acked muh-muh-muh-me.”
“Is this true?” The teacher questioned, quite stunned to think a quiet student as yourself would ever do such a thing, but in the teacher’s defense, she was unaware of the turmoil Kevin continuously put you through. Frozen stiff, your eyes enlarged in evident fear, swallowing the lump in your throat trying to gather words, but had not had the chance to speak when someone unexpectedly spoke up on your behalf.
“I-I did it, Misses Kim.”
Those were not your words.
Those were from the little brunette boy who feigned being ashamed as he locked his hands behind his back, staring at the ground. His bottom lip jutted out to add to the effect and all you could wonder was what this insane boy was doing. His eyes met yours for the first time when he raised his head, let me handle it, he pleaded with you before returning to Miss Kim. “He called me a bad word so I… I hit him.”
“Oh, Hoseok.” Miss Kim sighed. “I am extremely disappointed in you.”
“Bu-But!” Kevin blurted, but the teacher continued.
“The two of you will have to see the principal. I’ll phone both of your parents as well,” she straightened her frame, leading the two boys toward the school while you remained sticker shocked. Hoseok, head casted downward, slipped his small hands into his pockets, and to this day, you still could not believe the bravery he had. Hoseok was your hero in that moment years ago and risked his school record for a girl who was verbally bullied by some petty kid who has nothing better to do than bring others down.
Hoseok hadn’t known you that well back then and he still took the blame. In fact, that was the day nearly seven years ago when your heart leaped every time you would see him walking the hallways. He and Kevin were let off with a warning by the principal and you hoped that Hoseok would become your friend after his stunt, but unfortunately, it had never happened and he was switched to a different class, so they could keep him, and Kevin separated to prevent further troubles if any were to happen. And as humiliating as it is to admit it, you remember crying when you discovered he wouldn’t be in your class for the rest of the year which kept you from ever being able to thank him for sticking up for you.
Now at fourteen, you watch him from a distance wishing life would bring him to you as it did when you were eight. Hoseok, focused, kicks the soccer ball again where it soars into the goal, the net rebounding the ball back onto the ground. He stands in awe, breathing heavily as he bows forward to place his hands on his waist- hair swooping over his eyes, probably annoyed that Kevin isn’t there to witness the success. I believe in you, you want to whisper to the breeze hoping miraculously that your encouragement would reach him, but instead, you bite the corner of your lip nervously. Of course, Kevin is the current star of the soccer and tennis teams, and he is still the jerk you always knew him as. And, since it has been a solid seven years since the incident from elementary school, between the two boys it has been forgotten.
You jump when your phone buzzes harshly against the metal of the bleacher to see it is a text message from your dad of his arrival. From your peripheral vision, Hoseok’s head shoots up to see you scrambling to compile your books into your backpack, eventually jogging to where your dad typically parks. Praying under your breath, you hope Hoseok isn’t watching you, or finding you weird for sitting out there alone, or here you go overanalyzing absolutely any situation involving him… Again. Heart thudding in your temples, you hope the lad isn’t embarrassed if he were to think that you happened to witness the situation with Kevin earlier on the field. If only Hoseok knew how much you want to support him.
Flinging the car door open, you roughly seat yourself inside.
“Whoa there, Kid. Someone’s in a hurry, eh?” Your dad’s deep voice greets you as he chuckles. Exasperation forms into a sigh, so you shut your eyes momentarily.
“Sorry dad, I just want to go home.”
“Alrighty then, but you’re okay though, right?”
“I am.” You promise in a murmur, shifting to face the window where the countryside zips past. Your father always knows when to let you have your time to yourself which is something you have always appreciated. Plus, you haven’t found the courage to talk to him when it comes to the topic involving boys. As protective as your father is, you know better than to bring it up.
Upon the arrival of home, a small house, fit for a family of three is nestled in a quiet suburban area where the neighbors respectfully tend to themselves and there’s hardly any space to run which you happen to not mind. To your pleasant surprise, your mother greets you and your father at the door. The smell of food wafts prompting your mouth to water.
“You’re home early!” You say cheerfully whilst your mom pecks the side of your forehead.
“A lot of staff today, so they sent me home.” She smiles as she turns to finish preparing dinner. Your parents have always been wonderful at conversation which you are highly grateful for, and once dinner is served, you help set the table before taking a seat across from your mother. Your father sits in the chair to your right. Each of you speak on how your days have gone which your parents enjoy hearing things are going well on your end. Though you normally tell your parents everything, especially your whereabouts when you’re hanging out with a friend, one thing they are not aware of is your distant crush on Jung Hoseok. At times, you almost confess to your mom, hoping she can give you some advice, but the other factor that comes into play is that you and he aren’t… friends really, just acquaintances which others may find bizarre as to why you are so infatuated with him. But you want nothing more than to be his friend if that’s all it takes.
"So,” your mother’s voice breaks the brief silence, dispersing any thoughts involving Hoseok. “Now that you are finally in high school, you know, one step closer to being an adult…" She pauses. “Have you been thinking about colleges yet?" Mom stabs at her salad with her fork, the plate clinking beneath each jab. Pausing mid-chew, eyes wide, her question catching you off guard; you can feel your dad's stare as he remains silent.
"Well," you say reaching to take a sip of water. "I mean, it's a little too soon to tell right now… I think. Maybe." Stuttering, you nervously crumple a napkin in your hand.
When an excruciatingly few more minutes, pass with the same awkward silence, your mom chuckles. "I'm just messing with you. I’m not ready for my baby to grow up!"
"Oh, my goodness, mom, you scared me!" You reply in obvious relief noticing your dad's shoulders shake as he tries to contain his laughter. "She had you there for a minute."
When dinner is finished, after some more frilly laughter, you help with the dishes before running to your room. You shut the door behind you in anticipation for the warmth of your bed covers. It doesn’t take long to put on pajamas after brushing your teeth and once your frame tangles into the comforter, you feel better. The memory of the very first day of high school filling your mind until you drift to sleep.
{15}
Summer break always brings a loneliness that you dread especially in sleep when nothing, but the images of Hoseok’s face haunt you in the sweetest way. How is it that a student, meaning you, counts down the days until they see their crush again? How is it that you actually enjoy being at school because it means Jung Hoseok? You get it. It’s not normal. It’s not normal for a teenager to beg for time to pass swiftly just to roam the halls of school again.
When you find yourself entering your first class to begin your second year of high school, your stomach flips immediately which increases your heart rate at the sight of Hoseok. For the first time since children, you now share a class together which means you will see him up close every day versus a far distance between the bleachers and the field. Refraining from smiling giddily like the maniac you want to say you are, you bow your head as you find a seat to descend into. A seat that rests beside a girl with faded purple strands and kind eyes. She doesn’t seem familiar, so you figure she is new to the school.
Flitting your stare, you see the way a boy with dark hair gazes at the girl before taking his seat. At some point in a span of a few minutes, you learn that his name is Jimin, and her name is Monnie. Something about them makes you smile; it is as if they have a chemistry that is so obvious that even grown adults in established relationships would be envious of the bond they share. If only you could say that about Jung Hoseok… But that would require interacting with him. Which then requires bravery. And that is something you do not know how to collect without humiliation following close behind it.
Weeks pass further into the school year. The more you keep your ears alert, you tune into conversation between the new classmates as well as the whispers in the hallways involving them. Park Jimin is not only a fellow classmate of your first subject but started attending the drama club alongside Monnie. It is rumored that Jimin starred in a childhood movie that used to be popular. And if you heard correctly, Monnie was in the movie also which is how the two initially met. Hoseok, who you have noticed has been adopted into their friend group, smiles widely at the couple and plants himself comfortably into the chair behind Jimin while they giggle about something you didn’t quite catch.
Trying not to gaze too long at the trio, you remember last week Jimin, and Monnie were trying to convince Hoseok to join the drama club because he always had a passion for acting which is something new that you learned about him. Hoseok seemed uncomfortable from what you gathered, but your heart bloomed with the hope that he would show up to the scheduled times the club usually meets. Would this be the year that he changes his mind? And why was he so nervous? If acting is his passion, why not give drama club a chance?
It is a typical Monday morning, one you did not anticipate, after organizing your wardrobe in the order of favorite outfits you plan to wear for the week. A strange urge to style your hair and paint on a bit of makeup surprises you, but you woke early enough to make it happen, and you throw on your first favorite outfit of the week. You feel oddly confident in yourself for reasons you haven’t quite figured out. Regardless, you roll with it. Is this a way to see if Hoseok will notice you for once this morning?
Well, he doesn’t.
Maybe if you busy your mind with something else it will help. So, you do. Doodling along a piece of notebook paper shielded by your binder, you are tempted to write his initials within the hearts you’ve drawn but resist. With your luck, the teacher will catch you and read the drawings in front of the class. Then, your crush will be made known. A crush that he may dismiss or be confused by since neither of you talk. Sometimes, you just wish he simply knew you existed.
Drama Club becomes your primary focus once you near the end of your final class of the day. Mrs. Lee already passed the scripts for Romeo and Juliet last week for everyone to study. Today is the day she will have the students read their parts aloud. When the bell rings, you fumble through your backpack until your fingers grip the side of the play and as the anxiety starts to flutter within your stomach, you gulp.
The walk isn’t far, but your steps halt, tongue mutes, and sweat beads form along the line of your forehead the moment your gaze briefly meets the eyes of Jung Hoseok. He’s here!? In drama club? He decided to join after all!? Jimin who happens to be sat beside Hoseok, nudges his shoulder to show him a funny video on his cellphone which disrupts you from your reverie. Did Hoseok just catch you looking at him?
Your mouth feels dry at this point, and you hurriedly find a seat four chairs away from Hoseok to figure out how to steady your breathing. You thought you were anxious before, but the clammy feel of your palms on top of quivering fingers show that it escalated the moment your eyes met. How can someone have this much of a hold over you unintentionally? None of this makes any sense to you, but there is something about this human being that drives you mad.
Your bag slips to the ground by your side while your eyes glue to the script before you. The words of Mrs. Lee echo in the room once everyone arrives, but you are so muddled you hardly grasp what she is saying. All you know is that you are assigned to be the narrator which is easy for you to find because your part is in italics mostly. And then, you silently breathe a slow sigh of relief when Hoseok is introduced to everyone by Mrs. Lee, and she assigns him the part of Paris since one of the students originally assigned is out sick.
You feel relief because that means Hoseok isn’t going to be assigned Romeo. And that is because you aren’t assigned Juliet. The last thing you want is to see Hoseok, although acting, face to face with another girl. It would hurt and you don’t have time to be hurt. Even though it is you hurting yourself.
One thing you did happen to observe is how timid Hoseok became when he was introduced as the new addition to the drama club. Is he really that shy? Or did he seem like he didn’t want anyone to know that he is going to be a part of the club in itself?
Unfortunately, Hoseok still gets taunted by Kevin which tears your heart into pieces, but Kevin wouldn’t cause Hoseok any hell over this right? Drama club isn’t even embarrassing, so why would Hoseok be embarrassed? Are his parents against him having a passion to become an actor? Maybe it’s a family thing he is worried about.
You really overthink too much; you scold yourself inwardly.
{16}
College planning becomes the ultimate priority when entering the final year of high school. You even gained a friend in a sweet girl named LenLen whose sleek, black hair is tossed behind her shoulders while she concentrates on the task at hand. Last year happens to be a blur, and you spent the summer hanging out with LenLen, but keeping your secret about Hoseok buried until you feel it is safe to bring it to life.
Speaking of Hoseok, he hardly came to drama club all last year until the very end when he became even closer to Jimin and Monnie. They must have done an excellent job encouraging him because he doesn’t want the entire school to know that he loves to act, and it shows, yet he attended much more than you expected the final months of the last semester. What is he so afraid of? You still haven’t figured it out.
Rubbing your fingers along your forehead in exhaustion, jittery nerves bundle at your fingertips as your eyes burn from staring at the computer screen too long. LenLen asked if you would meet her at the library after class to apply for colleges, and she is typing away at the keyboard while you take a mini break.
There is only one college you have your heart set on the second you discovered it over the summer, and the only college you want to attend:
Konkuk University.
It is the top college you can attend to pursue a degree in acting. The constant talk of colleges amongst the teachers have reminded students to start preparing for where they will want to go to begin their dream careers. Your parents have been doing research along with you to colleges you can apply for, but Konkuk seems to be where you want to go. Where you feel, you are destined to go. The excitement of even applying to Konkuk seems to be the only thing on your mind.
Promising LenLen you will save her a seat in the cafeteria, you click off Konkuk’s website, sling your backpack over your shoulder and rush to make it to the lunch line. She arrives around ten minutes later, sitting across from you as your lunch trays almost collide. It’s as if your peripherals pick up her presence, but your pupils do not leave the sight you cannot believe you are seeing.
Hoseok must have gained a new friend too because there he is entering the cafeteria alongside Kevin and his clique. Whatever Kevin said to impress Hoseok is beyond you, but who in their right mind would see Kevin as a good guy? He has bullied so many people, yet Hoseok gave him a chance to redeem himself. Or at least, that is what you are trying to tell yourself. You are stunned by the revelation that you almost miss the statement LenLen makes.
“I see you staring.” She smirks, kicking at your shoe as an equivalent to elbowing you if she wasn’t sitting across from you. You can’t help the way your eyes enlarge in response.
“Wha- what do you mean?”
Winking, “I think you know exactly what I mean.”
Shifting your stare towards Hoseok, you want to cringe at the thought that somebody has figured out your secret. Or maybe you want to cringe because you have made it way too obvious. You decide to play dumb.
“Wh-who?”
“Kevin, silly! You haven’t stopped staring at him all day!”
Oh, the way your jaw drops so quickly and abruptly. It’s as if you are offended because in all honesty, you are. But LenLen is nowhere near at fault for that. Kevin just has no chance with you even if he is to be the last man on earth.
“Kevin!?” You manage to say with your voice cracking. “You think I’m looking at Kevin!?”
She swiftly examines the group of guys just to shrug. “Well, who are you looking at then?” Looking down at your food, which you have been nibbling on, you quickly start eating it again. LenLen gets the point and doesn't press any further. "Well... Whoever it is, just talk to him!" Though her intentions are genuinely pure, it’s easier said than done. You still haven’t worked up the courage to approach him. It has been years that you have known his existence, yet you haven’t said a word to him to try and introduce him into your world.
Months disappear into time and the one day you miss due to being sick is of course a day where one of your teachers passed out a test. So, guess where you are today? Staying after school to make up a test. Once turned in, Mr. Von leaves in a hurry, but you don’t immediately text your dad to be on his way. Instead, you shuffle through your backpack to find the script for A Midsummer Night's Dream to quickly highlight your lines to give yourself some quiet time.
Hearing footsteps reverberate in the hallway, a chirpy whistle is keeping up with the beat of each step. You keep your focus unbroken and manage tuning out the sounds. You do catch, however, the footsteps passing the open door, halting, to then backpedaling as if the person notices you are in the classroom.
“Hey there!” The deep voice is as happy as the melody he had been whistling, but there is something familiar about the sound of his voice. “Y/N, right?”
“Yes!” You reply faster than you mean to, and once your eyes lift to the figure before you, there is a moment where you want to run, but also a moment that makes the world around you disappear into the depths of your brain cells. Jung Hoseok. The person who entered the classroom is Jung Hoseok. Holy shit.
What do you say? How do you speak? Where do you begin? How do you begin if there was never a beginning? How do you breathe? How do you blink? How do you stand? How do you walk? How do you act normal? How do you even even?
“I’m Hoseok,” he offers his hand, and then you must coax yourself to shake it, but even then, you are questioning how you reach your hand forward to slap palms and shake his hand.
“Nice-nice to meet y-you.” You force your biggest smile, but that feels awkward. Amazed, you can’t believe you’re even audible when speaking because your voice is coming out so quiet. You are nervous meaning you’re either going to be too loud or too quiet.
He nods. “You did great today by the way… Playing Titania.” One thing you have gathered about Hoseok this year so far is that he has become so outgoing compared to previous years of knowing him. He is one of those guys who will talk to just about anybody and knows how to keep a conversation going. If only those were skills, you developed because you just make things plain awkward.
“And you did wonderful playing Oberon.” The blush heats upon your chest and cheeks while you return the compliment. Can your heart pound any harder? Any faster? You figure he is bringing this up in general because Mrs. Lee plans on quizzing everybody on their lines in preparation for the play. Your eyes trail him from the tips of his shoes to the handsome curve of his chin, and you hate the affect he has on you even over a small conversation.
Why is he so attractive?
The silence is smothering, but he holds a soft grin as he turns to lean against a desk behind him. “Thank you.” He murmurs, shoving his slim fingers into his pockets. Why does he seem so distant suddenly? Does this mean you leave? Why leave when you have waited to magically be alone with him for years just to be able to obsessively write in your journal every single detail you remember of sharing your first real conversation with Hoseok? Goodness, you need help. He’s just a guy. But you know very well that trying to chalk this up as ‘no big deal’ isn’t going to work. Because him standing before you is, indeed, a big ass deal.
Hoseok clears his throat. “I know this is random, but you seem very passionate about what you do. Have you ever had a dream that you were uncertain about? Like… you knew that it was exactly what you wanted to do, but you were scared maybe… it was too good to be true?”
Looking down for a moment, you know what Hoseok is saying. Everyone has experienced this a time or two in their life. Possibly even more. Chasing dreams can be scary, but that’s what makes it rewarding. He's obviously talking about acting. And from the past few months of the drama club, Hoseok really has it in him. He really can act. Every line he's ever given, he's always shown the right amount of emotion. Each character he's given to portray, he knows exactly what to do and how to depict that character in the most beautiful way. He hardly ever receives criticism from Mrs. Lee, and he receives tons of standing ovations for his outstanding performances from his peers and you know deep down an audience will follow behind in his future.
You can never understand why he's always been so ashamed of his talent. Who cares what anybody thinks? Especially Kevin. Nobody cares about him, nor his thoughts anyway. So, why should Hoseok? After a second, you realize he's still waiting for you to speak.
Deciding to take this opportunity, you give him some advice. If anything, maybe it will help him. Possibly stick with him for the rest of his life. Now that would be too good to be true. You just need to try. You’re so tired of him being ashamed of the drama club. He should never be ashamed of his talent. Or himself.
"Hoseok..." Wetting your lips before you continue, you try desperately to gather your words. "Don't ever be afraid of chasing your dreams. You know you can do it, so why are you afraid of what other people think?" He looks at you, lips parted, his brown eyes deeply searching yours. "You know you're good enough to make it. So, go for it. I mean it." You know you’re coming off a little stern, but it's time for him to know the truth about how you feel. Even if it’s only the brim of the whole damn truth. "You are so talented, Hoseok. I always wish I could perform like you; convey emotion as you do with every character you're given."
Hoseok grins shyly, leaning off the desk and reaching over to give you a side hug. "You know, I have never heard you talk this much before!" He pulls away, his eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you. That means so much.”
"Hey.” You murmur softly. Unintentionally yet boldly, you pinch his chin gently between your fingertips to keep his gaze from faltering. “Don't be afraid anymore, Hoseok. Okay?”
Sincerity fills his eyes as you give him a terse nod. Knowing your dad is probably waiting for you outside at this point since it has been too long for you to not text him, you collect your bag and duck out of the classroom, your heart still pounding as if you just ran a marathon.
Either way, you’re thankful. Giddy, even. That's the first time you and Hoseok have held a conversation, and that's the very first time you've ever told him what you think of him and his many talents. The only thing you left out was the never-ending crush you've had on him because now is not the time to reveal something that most likely wouldn’t make any sense to him. Sometimes, you don’t fully understand how deep your feelings for him go.
And that is okay with you.
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The Friendship Phase
{17}
Familiarity in the form of heated bleachers against the skin of the bottoms of your legs bring a subtle comfort while your eyes scan the pages of the book assigned in literature class. With only a few months away from graduation, there is also the spring play to look forward to in a span of a few weeks yet the only thing you can genuinely rejoice about is the newfound friend you have in Jung Hoseok.
Yes, you thought that correctly.
You are now friends with Jung Hoseok which obviously deepened your feelings stronger than you ever thought possible. Shifting your mind, you scope the endless colorful, sticky notes sticking out of all sides of this book. You have always taken your studies seriously which is something your parents are very proud of, but sometimes you are exhausted.
Sounds of enthusiastic footsteps pounce along the metal bleachers which captures your attention to look up. “Hey, y/n,” your heart melts as Hoseok’s dimpled grin includes a brief wave of his thin hand.
“Hey there.” You coo even though you didn’t mean to coo. Hoseok plops next to you leaning into you swiftly to then stretching his long legs on the empty bleacher in front of him. “I heard Jimin pranked you with a fake snake earlier.” Hoseok shudders but in a humorous way at your random statement.
“And they just had the audacity to film the whole thing.”
“You have the best reactions, and you know it.” You can’t help but chuckle with him as he shakes his head. With one hand, he ruffles his bangs, his smile staying intact.
“I’ll get him back.”
“When-”
“Nobody knows. It could be today, tomorrow or Friday the thirteenth.”
Teasingly, you roll your eyes. “Well, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Hoseok elbows the side of your ribs prompting you to snicker at him. After a moment, the silence only lasts shortly while Hoseok eyes you curiously. “Have you applied to Konkuk, yet?”
You remember the eagerness you felt last night once it was completed and submitted. “Applied last night, have you?”
Hoseok’s dream has also been Konkuk University which you had no idea until months earlier when the friendship blossomed. Acting comes in handy especially at a time like this because hiding feelings from the one person you’ve been infatuated with since elementary school might burn the chance of him staying in your life. If a friendship is all he wants from you, then a friendship from you he will have no matter the pain.
“Of course!” Hoseok’s enthusiasm shows in his voice as he stares out onto the soccer field and the bright, blue sky. “We will have to celebrate!”
Smiling, you shake your head at his optimism with the hope for this dream to come true remaining. “Hoseok, I don’t even know if I’ve been accepted, yet!”
“I have no doubt,” he reaches over and pats your shoulder, his small grin showing his dimples again, inwardly making your heart skip a beat. It’s then the familiar buzz of your phone reminds you of your father’s arrival to pick you up and though you love your father, it takes everything in you not to groan. If you could sit here with Hoseok forever, you would.
“Thank you, Hobi.” You say, nudging his shoulder with your own as you move to stand to your feet. His eyes always show a serenity when you use the nickname you gave him. It happened randomly but also naturally as if he has been your friend longer than he actually has. Hoseok looks up at you, positioning his head where the sun isn’t shining in his eyes.
“What are you doing later?” You wonder, hugging your binder to your chest after slinging your bookbag over your shoulder.
“I’m practicing dance moves with Jimin and Monnie. There are a few moves they’ve been struggling with, so I offered to help.”
Auditions for the spring musical were a few weeks ago, and already being assigned roles, everyone in the drama club has been practicing nonstop in preparation for the play. Hoseok stands to his feet leaning backward to stretch. “You can come if you want to,” he insists, standing straighter. “I’d love for you to join.”
Though disappointment fills you (because when do you not want to be with Hoseok), you remember your mom is planning on cooking dinner tonight, and you need to study not only for a quiz on Friday but study the couple lines you have for the musical as well as the songs of choice. “I can’t tonight, but I’ll catch you tomorrow?”
“I’ll catch you tomorrow.” Hoseok raises his arms in the air, pulling you into a tight hug. As the both of you sway from side to side, you take in the faint smell of his cologne, his smooth chin resting against your forehead. It takes everything in you not to move to kiss him but then you remember that you’ve never been kissed. Pulling away slightly, you notice the atmosphere change, as if a nervous tension has made its appearance between you two. Slowly lifting your head, you see Hoseok’s ajar lips first before he swallows. Refraining from scrunching your eyebrows, you have no idea what to make of this moment with his arms still wrapped around you.
Is there more that he wants to say?
Abruptly, as if lightning has struck, Hoseok presses his lips ever so softly on your reddening cheek. Eyes wide and heart ramming against your sternum, you don’t even have time to react before he sprints off. Your fingertips touch the tingling spot of your cheek and now you will be counting down the minutes until you get to see him again.
-
The practices for the musical are building excitement for everyone in the drama club. The adrenaline rush of performing in front of a live audience along with the impact of the music when everyone’s voices join in loud harmony; the dance moves growing more in sync with every practice, the pure joy of getting to share this dream with people considered your second family; absolutely all of it gives everyone something to look forward to and you wouldn’t change that for the world.
Turning the page to your wrinkled script, you briefly study the highlighted lines. The air outside has warmed, the cloudy day giving off a strange feeling as you try to focus on the words in front of you.
Instead of pouncing feet, this time the footsteps are slower, heavier, dragging even. Curiosity mingled with concern fills you as you turn to see a quiet Jung Hoseok who is eyeing the ground, hands in pockets, pink lips in a straight line, walking to take a seat next to you. Furrowing your eyebrows, you’re surprised at his sudden change in demeanor. You haven’t seen Hoseok like this in a while.
This morning he was all smiles and dancing his little jigs down the hallway whenever it was time to go to class. At first, you’re at a loss of what to say, and when Hoseok, finally meets your gaze, he swallows a lump in his throat.
“Something’s going on with Monnie and Jimin.” He murmurs, concern evident in his features. Hoseok scratches at his knee then slips his slim fingers into his pocket. Shock fills you.
“What!?” Replaying the day's events, it’s hard to keep up with Jimin and Monnie during the school day versus seeing them at drama club. Observing Hoseok, worry remains in his expression.
“Jimin won’t tell me what’s going on, but he’s been upset all day.” Hoseok chews the side of his cheek, his eyes zoned out in front of him.
“Have you spoken to Monnie?” Now realizing, the two of them haven’t texted in the group chat in a while, and you beat yourself up for being so oblivious.
Hoseok shakes his head slowly, meeting your eyes. “She dodges me and Jimin every time we try to catch her attention.” Running a hand through his reddish-brown hair, he lets out a long sigh through his nose. All you know is whatever is going on is not good. Jimin and Monnie are crazy about each other whether they will admit it or not.
“What about practice? When’s the last time you all got together for that?” Bringing your hand to your mouth, you can’t help gnawing on your nails, anxiety for your friends rising. Also, Hoseok has been practicing dance moves with them a lot recently; with Jimin, playing the prince, and Monnie, playing the main fairy, which are the lead roles, practice for them is imperative.
“A few days ago.”
“And everything was fine then?”
“Yeah.” Hoseok is so quiet that you barely hear him. Your heart breaks, not only for the sadness of this situation. Without thinking, you set your stuff to the side, scooting closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. Your heart thumps within you at your sudden gesture, and self-consciously wondering what he may have thought of it. To your surprise he leans his head against yours, his warmth bringing peace after hearing the news about his friends.
Selfishly, you’ve daydreamed about his kiss from the other day, but now you can’t even bring yourself to smile about it giddily as you’ve been. Until Jimin, Monnie and Hoseok are okay, you aren’t going to feel okay.
Inwardly, you hope everything works out for the two of them. They are beautiful souls made just for each other; and whatever is going on, you hope it doesn’t last forever. Staring at the sky, Hoseok and you don’t speak, just sit comfortably in the silence. You can’t help but shove the fear aside- the fear of losing him. The past few months have been nothing, but you and him: becoming closer, encouraging each other, dreaming of your futures as well as the mutual excitement of hopefully attending the same college, dancing together, singing at the top of your lungs purposely missing notes, meeting at your favorite spot on the bleachers (your everyday routine) until your dad picks you up; it has been the most magical few months you’ll forever be thankful for. You just can’t imagine the two of you ever losing touch, and you don’t want to.
Still cuddled up on his shoulder, you look down to see how near his hand is to yours. The back of his hand is so close that the desire to intertwine your fingers with his is hard to ignore. Swallowing, the nerves build within you, contemplating on if you should just do it and see what happens, or not do it for the fear of rejection. The second you slightly move your hand even closer to his, your phone buzzes.
Hoseok lifts his head in response, unaware of your almost gesture, and looks toward your phone. “Is that your dad?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, not in frustration, but more of disappointment only because you’re not ready to leave Hoseok. Meeting his eyes, he gives you a silly grin.
“Well, I will see you tomorrow. I’ll update you if Jimin tells me what’s up.” Hoseok stands along with you as you turn to stuff your notes in your bag. “In the meantime, I think I’m going to go kick some ball with Kevin and his friend Shownu. Shin and Myung-jun may be joining, too.” As soon as you zip your bag up and sling it over your shoulder, Hoseok wraps you in his arms. It is a tradition, you have noticed, that you both do before you leave to meet with your dad.
“I hope you have fun,” your voice is soft, savoring every second of his embrace. You get one more squeeze, nodding once when you both pull away. “Wait!” You spew the moment Hoseok starts to turn on a heel. If you can’t hold his hand yet, then you will return his gesture from what feels like forever ago. A gesture the pair of you haven’t talked about… yet. On your tiptoes, your palms greet his shoulders, and you plant the sweetest kiss you can on his cheek. He is just as stunned as you are, but you do not give him time to react.
You jog up the bleachers toward the direction of your dad’s parked car. The ride home goes by fast because your mind is on full blast. Dad and you make small talk, but you don’t remember it because all you can think about is how soft Hoseok’s skin felt against your lips.
As soon as the car parks in the driveway, you immediately run to the mailbox trying to force a distraction. Because did Hoseok like it? Will he think you’re crazy? He kissed you so why couldn’t you kiss him back? Is he going to act weird about it tomorrow? Will he say anything?
You dissipate the thoughts by roughly shaking your head and return to the squeaky sound of the lid to the mailbox opening. Ever since applying to Konkuk, it’s been your number one priority to check the mail after school each afternoon. With already anxious fingers, you peek inside the dim, small space. A large, white letter outstands the rest of what you assume is junk mail and the panicky jitters swarm in your stomach.
Reaching for the largest letter, you see your name in bold letters, a smile forming on your lips as excitement fills you. Running your eyes to the corner of the letter, there in the most beautifully typed font reads:
Konkuk University.
-
When school starts the following morning, you’re all smiles as you tuck the unopened letter in one of your folders and settle it into your backpack. If there’s anyone in the world you want to open this letter with, it’s Jung Hoseok. Sitting in the first few classes nearly drives you mad as the nerves build with every second. Not just nerves involving whether you have been accepted into your dream college or not, but nerves from the kisses. They weren’t on the lips, but kissing someone’s cheek is just as much of a big deal, right?
You carefully scan the crowded hallways between each class period, trying to stay alert for any signs of Jimin or Monnie. You texted Monnie last night to check up on her, but she was very concise with her reply, and you knew it was best to let her be until she feels better. Whatever is going on is her business and you never want to pry.
LenLen was also the next person you texted, letting her know you received your letter from Konkuk. She showed her excitement with all caps and exclamation points leaving you a wide smile before you fell asleep. Despite the college excitement, you also scribbled in your journal about the events with Hoseok because you wanted to remember that moment for eternity.
Now, nearing the end of the school day, the sun is shining high in the sky as you cling onto the strap of your backpack that seems to live on your shoulder. Heading in the direction of the bleachers to the soccer field, you hear the familiar joyful voice of Hoseok.
“Y/N! Y/N!” He shouts, and before you can fully turn around, he lifts you in the air and twirls you around in his embrace. You laugh hysterically, watching as he does a little ditty, shuffling his feet in one of his infamous robotic dance moves after setting you down. As soon as he finishes, he rests his hands on your shoulders. “I got accepted! Konkuk accepted me! I am going to Konkuk University!”
“Oh, Hobi!” You shout gleefully, crashing into his arms again while he sways you. “I am so proud of you!”
“Did you get your letter?” He gleams, pulling away from the hug, his hands now lingering on your elbows.
Nervously nodding whilst biting your bottom lip, you turn to unzip your bag, pulling out the folder you kept the letter in. “I haven’t opened it, yet.” You admit. A blush creeps on your cheeks. Confusion clouds Hoseok’s eyes as he looks at you.
“Oh?”
“I wanted you with me.” Holding his eyes, his lips part then relax into a timid grin. With shaky fingers, you thumb at the flap of the envelope, carefully opening it. Your heart pounds loudly as you gulp. Once you free the letter from its thin package, you unfold it slowly, bringing it to your line of vision.
Taking a moment to find the sentence you need to read, your shoulders go rigid, your fingertips are suddenly ice cold as the whole world around you stops. Tears brim in your eyes, as your heart falls to the ground in shattered glass pieces.
To: [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N],
Thank you for your application into our Acting and Arts program as we are very honored for your consideration of us to pursue your educational career path. We are very sorry and regretful to say that we are not able to accept your admission to Konkuk University at this time…
The words blur before you. Your mouth hangs open, but no words are coming out. Every hope and dream you had for attending Konkuk has disappeared along with the excitement you had been feeling since applying. The emptiness in your chest is smothering you, and the worst part is…
“Y/N?” Hoseok steps forward, worry all over his face as his gentle voice brings you back to the present. Realizing you haven’t said a word, your eyes shoot to meet his.
The even worse of the worst part is, the one person who has finally entered your life; the one person who you dreamed of being by your side through college and hopefully further in life; the one person who you’ve been inseparable with for a short span of time, will be far away. Konkuk is about five hours away from your town, and just the thought of hardly getting to see Hoseok destroys you.
Tears spill onto your cheeks. You have no words. Bringing a shaky hand to your face, you run. The letter sways in the wind behind you as you choke back a fit of sobs. Hoseok’s voice calls your name, but it fades in the distance. You run elsewhere. Anywhere that is not you and Hoseok’s favorite spot; any place where you will not be found.
At least, not until your father picks you up from school.
Devastation overwhelms you as the tears continuously soak your cheeks. All your hopes were set on Konkuk University. And, for the first time in a long time,
you feel stuck.
-
The covers of your bed have never felt so welcoming as you cuddle further under the comforter. The empty feeling in your chest is prominent as you try to shove the earlier humiliation from your mind. Squeezing the bridge of your nose, heavy footsteps catch your attention.
“Hey…” The deep voice of your dad sounds as he cracks the door open. With red, puffy eyes, you look at him, his sad face showing pity. “Mom and I are heading out to visit your grandma.” It looks as if he wants to invite you to come but knowing the information you received today along with your sloppy appearance, he decides against it. “Just wanted you to know that your mom and I are proud of you. Always. Don’t let this end your hope.” Blinking back tears, you force a grin at your dad’s words. “There’s always an answer. Konkuk just happened to not be it.”
Nodding, a tear slides down your cheek while your dad continues. “Don’t give up, y/n. We believe in you.”
Thanking him hoarsely, your dad gives a nod, closing the door behind him. Minutes drag, and you decide to brush your teeth to rid of the sour taste in your mouth and prepare for bed early. Maybe sleeping will help you escape this misery for a while. Once you’re freshened up, you throw on a pair of yoga pants and a loose T-shirt refusing to look in the mirror at your appearance and trying to enjoy the freedom of not wearing a bra. As you make your way to your bed again, you lift the blankets when the sound of the doorbell makes you jump.
Heart thudding lightly, your eyebrows furrow, sniffing back the excess mucus clogging your nose. Your parents haven’t been gone that long and if they had forgotten something, they would have texted you first. Making your way to the door, you open it. Your eyes enlarge in astonishment when you see Jung Hoseok, lips parted, staring into your eyes. Embarrassment flushes through you as your cheeks and chest burn. You know you look awful. You also know that you feel awful. Not a good combination, you scold yourself.
“Hello...” He murmurs. His hands bury in the pockets of his blue and yellow jacket. “Can I come in?” He asks after sixty seconds of silence. Speechless, you nod with a forced grin. Hoseok steps through the front door then you close it behind him. It’s not the first time he has been to your house; he’s been countless times for homework purposes and drama club practices. You just didn’t expect him at your doorstep at this moment right now. You never dreamed he would show up to see you unexpectedly like a movie.
The two of you hold eyes, regret pooling in your heart. Hoseok’s arms loosen to then step forward, pulling you into a tight hug. Your body trembles against him from the tears brimming in your eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” You whisper. You are not only sad about not being accepted by your dream college, but you are in pure devastation at the thought of losing Hoseok. The man you have been longing for since you were eight years old. Why is it that when he is finally in your life, a part of your world, that life wants to strip him away from you again?
“No, no…” He says tenderly, his chest so warm pressed against your cheek. “Please don’t be sorry.”
“I just… I just didn’t know what to do.” You sob. Once you both pull away after your minutes of crying subsides, Hoseok follows you into your room. The both of you sit on your bed, and his knee brushes your thigh as you two shift comfortably facing each other. Silence drowns the room, but only for a few minutes before you speak. “I’m so happy for you.”
Hoseok glimpses at you from his twiddling hands, his pink lips form into a sweet grin. He looks as if there’s something he wants to say, but decides against it, returning his eyes downward, his fingers move to play with a piece of lint he finds on the comforter.
Awkwardly, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and sniff, the emptiness you feel not doing any better. You feel horrible for running off like that; you really are happy for Hoseok, and you hope he knows that despite your devastation of being rejected by Konkuk. Deep down, you know he’s not angry with you for feeling this way, so why you are overthinking it you don’t know.
“Come here…” Hoseok says warmly. Looking up at him in surprise, he moves forward, embracing you once again to you resting into the side of his neck. His warm skin sends those familiar shivers all through your body. How can someone captivate you this much without even knowing it? Without thinking, you whisper.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” Your voice breaks as your chin trembles. “So, so much.”
He moves just enough to meet your eyes again, and his face is so close that you can feel his breath against your chin. Your eyes notice when his lips part, both of you staring without making one sound. You have never been kissed on the lips before, and never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined it to be with Jung Hoseok. Butterflies grip you internally as the tip of his nose brushes the side of yours, his eyes closing as you hold your breath.
As smooth as the touch of a flower petal, Hoseok’s lips press to yours ever so warm and ever so soft making your head spin sporadically. The two of you pull away but only for a second to stare into each other’s eyes, as if he’s asking permission to kiss you again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He smiles so wide; you can hardly conceal the excitement bursting all over your heart that is mending because of him and those words.
The infamous pound of your heart awakes in your temples the second Hoseok kisses you again. His thumbs stroke your cheeks as your hands grasp his forearms following his lead. As your lips move together, you feel yourself laying back onto the numerous pillows against the bed frame. His body aligns with yours, the material of his jeans thick against your yoga pants. There are no words to describe the happiness igniting within you as you get lost in the feel of his kiss, the way his hair feels between your fingers, the tip of his tongue circling yours, and the way your legs tangle together. This day might have started off in the most horrible way, but Hoseok knew exactly how to mold that misery into a bliss you never thought you would ever experience.
There are just no words.
His eyes meet yours once more as a beautiful smile spreads upon his face. “I’m going to miss you more.” And with that, he kisses you repeatedly, and you never want this night to end.
Never in a million years.
{18}
The clinking sounds of silverware interspersed with the numerous conversations populate the atmosphere as you rush from table to table refilling drinks or taking orders. It’s hard to focus on the task at hand after being here all day, but you manage to give polite smiles despite the stress of the crowd growing. It’s been several months post high school graduation since you started your full-time job here waitressing, saving up money until you find the right college for you.
Swiftly, wiping your sweaty palms along your apron, you take a quick break to check your phone.
When you have yet to receive a message from Hoseok, you feel your heart drop in disappointment. Hoseok left for college a month ago at the end of summer, and though you know his schedule is continuously busy, it’s like him and you have barely been able to speak a word since the two of you said goodbye. Fighting the urge to cry, you set your phone back in your locker and sprint to see if any of your customers’ food is ready.
The job continues to keep your mind busy enough to dismiss the sadness from checking your phone a bit ago, but not busy enough from the memories of your friends. You’ve never missed your friends so much; almost seeing them every single day to never seeing them at all took a toll on you, especially when Hoseok left.
The final days of your senior year were eventful other than the suffocating exams that consumed everyone’s time studying. LenLen and Hoseok were the only two who kept you sane through the horrendous time; and now, after finishing the final exam, you make your way toward the front doors of the school, stopping dead in your tracks. Jimin and Monnie are standing a good distance apart; Monnie hugging a binder to her chest, her stiff shoulders apparent as her and Jimin never break eye contact.
“Hey, y/n.” Hoseok’s voice echoes. When you turn to him with nervous eyes, he looks out the glass doors to realize why you’re silent.
“Oh, shit.” He whispers, grabbing your arm and pulling you to a corner to where you both couldn’t be seen easily. Heart-shattering, you watch as Monnie mouths something to Jimin, even from where you’re standing, you can see tears glistening in both of their eyes. Jimin looks down for a moment, returning his eyes to her, mouthing something in her direction as well. As if the moment was lost, Monnie rushes to a car that pulls up, and you assume it’s one of her parents coming to pick her up.
A memory floods your mind from the previous week, when Monnie, with sad eyes, told you the news that nearly broke you.
“I’m moving back home.” She whispered. Shock overwhelmed you at her statement, being her home is basically a plane trip away.
“What?” Stunned, a tear spilled onto your cheek. “Monnie, no-” you remembered the night the spring musical ended, Monnie left immediately afterward without a word to anyone. Jimin, depression evident in his countenance, leaned on Hoseok for strength as the mystery of Jimin and Monnie remained. They never told anyone what happened, and if they had it was very vague.
“I know.” She said, looking down to avoid you seeing her cry. Enveloping her in a tight hug, you held her close as she broke into silent sobs, and you refused to let her go until she was ready.
A warm hand intertwined with yours, the memory slips away as you watch Jimin disappear around the corner of the school.
“Do you think it’s because she’s moving?” You murmur. Meeting Hoseok’s eyes, the both of you share a knowing look of worry, wishing there was something you could do to reunite the couple you two weren’t sure you would ever see again.
“I don’t- I don’t know.” He says softly, wrapping his arm around your waist for comfort.
The memory fades into the evening along with your will to smile. Thankfully, the second closing comes around, you quickly help wipe down tables, tidy up the chairs, and wash dishes before you gather your purse and phone. Refusing to look at your phone screen, you wait for the arrival of your mother to pick you up, wishing you were brave enough to get your license. Although, as soon as you settle in the passenger side, your mom and you make small talk until you both make it to the house.
Running to shower, afterwards, you freshen up with a pair of clean pajamas, soon settling into your room for the evening. Your legs are sore from standing all day. As if on an impulse, your fingers tap along the phone screen and before you know it, you’re dialing Hoseok’s number. After the long day you’ve had, your heart yearns to hear his sweet laugh, hoping maybe it can bring some healing before you fall asleep for the night.
Chewing on your fingernails, the anxiety rising beneath your chest surprises you. Why are you so nervous? It’s not like you and him are strangers. Before you can scold yourself any further, the sound of his voice snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Hey.” Hoseok’s voice sounds frantic once he answers on the fourth or fifth ring. Taking note of his heavy breathing, you wonder if he just came back from dance practice, or maybe he went for a jog.
“Hey.” A grin fills your face just at the relief of finally hearing him after what felt like so long. It has been a while since you and Hoseok have spoken over the phone, and it’s hard ignoring how much you have missed him since his leaving for Konkuk.
“Hey, y/n, I’m so sorry but I can’t talk right now.”
A strange feeling overwhelms you as disappointment knocks on your heart. “Hoseok, is everything okay? I just feel like we haven’t talked in so long and it’s starting to worry me. I just, I-”
“I know, and really I’m so sorry, I promise I will explain everything later but right now, Jin and I are rushing to the hospital-”
“Wha-?” Shock engulfs you, and you can feel your voice thicken with fear.
“One of our friends just got in an accident.”
*
Your heart had stopped at his words and your whole body went numb. It’s been a few days, and still Hoseok’s words have echoed in your mind continually. Swiftly, you asked Hoseok to update you on everything before the two of you hung up. Of course, he promised, but even now, still waiting, you have yet to hear from him.
Sighing in utter frustration, mostly to yourself for being so selfish, you collapse onto your parade of pillows, pulling up your Facebook app. Just the thought of someone getting hurt tore you up completely. It’s one of those situations where you wish with all your heart and soul that you could help and save somebody from their storms. Then during the healing process, prove to them that they are not alone, and that you will do everything in your power to help them find an escape from their torments.
Turning on your side, you try to ignore the uneasy feeling at the pit of your stomach. You wish misery wasn’t a thing; especially right now, with worry racking your whole brain with everything being unknown. You have no idea if Hoseok’s friend is okay, and you also don’t know if Hoseok and his friend Jin are okay, and overall, you think that’s what’s driving you insane the most. How can you be okay if you have no idea if anyone you know is alright?
Scrolling through your Facebook timeline, you try to distract yourself from the inner turmoil of fear threatening to consume you. As if this week couldn’t get any worse, what catches your eye next causes you to sit up. In the picture sits a group of people, all tagged from what looks to be a middle-aged woman who you assume is somebody’s mother, and as your eyes linger over their faces, you pause at the young girl who is smiling contently with Hoseok’s arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Hoseok’s arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Blinking back tears, you take in his dimpled grin expression, the one you had fallen in love with over and over again; realization plagues you and now everything makes sense as to why you haven’t heard from him as much. Clicking off Facebook, you decide to deactivate your account as well as the many other social media accounts you have that Hoseok follows. You don’t even hesitate to block his number. Hoseok has moved on, and even though you don’t want to accept it, you must. Slinging your phone toward the end of the bed, you bury your face into the comforter letting the thick material muffle the wails as warm tears stream down your face.
{22}
Do people truly move on from a broken heart? Or do they suppress the situation so far in the back of their mind that they eventually numb themselves from the pain of the devastation? Either one could be you, but you haven’t given it much thought in four long years. More like forced yourself not to think about it.
Twirling the cold beverage in your hand, the evident taste of beer pools on your tongue once you take a slow sip. You do not necessarily care for alcoholic beverages, but this brewery in downtown has been a nice place to frequent on lonely Friday nights. A few stragglers take a seat at the bar while the bar tenders’ breeze back and forth to prepare the orders.
You never went to college. Almost did, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t the right thing to do at the time. However, you found a job opportunity to become a prop organizer for sets. Did you go for it? You did, training under a family friend, but held the bitterness of not attending your dream college, so you decided to work on multiple television sets for a couple years until you changed career paths. Instead, you applied for a banking job. You have your own desk at least and a set schedule. You also always have weekends off and the pay is somewhat decent.
Are you happy at the job? Not really but are you content with the job? To an extent. LenLen shoots a brief text with a picture of a meme that makes you smirk to yourself. You are grateful that you have maintained a wonderful friendship with this angelic human being. If it wasn’t for her then you would have never gotten over… Him. But as one may question, have you really gotten over him? You have made it clear to your parents, you didn’t move on because you wanted to, it’s because you had to. He found someone else. You finally accepted that you merely weren’t enough for him. LenLen argues that you should have communicated with him to be sure, but you disagree.
Regardless, you refuse to say his name, or create any social media that puts you at risk from seeing something that will rehash the day you discovered he had someone else. The only human being you have kept up with is Monnie from her movie premieres. She has become a highly known actress since you last saw her in high school- a super successful actress in her career. Subconsciously, you wonder if Monnie was ever able to rekindle her relationship with Jimin now that they are adults, but for now, you cheer Monnie on from the sidelines. She deserves her fame, and you will forever be so proud of her.
LenLen still harps about how cool it is that the pair of you attended school with a celebrity. And you definitely agree. You also hope Monnie’s heart has been mended the way you wish yours would. What is it about losing someone special that can take away so much of you? Sometimes you regret letting the initial pain from four years ago haunt you still. Why can’t you just forget about him entirely?
Your stomach gurgles momentarily to remind you that you need to eat something before you get buzzed. Unfortunately, you aren’t a fan of the food at the brewery, so you plan to run by a drive thru when you decide to head home.
The slide of a full glass of beer captures your attention when the lean fit frame of an individual carefully takes a seat beside you. Do you turn to look? Is it appropriate to stare? Your shoulders tense especially when you smell the crisp scent of cologne. You could smack yourself too because it smells delightful.
You’ve dated here and there, but they were never good enough. LenLen blames it on your past heartbreak, but you assure her that is not the case. At least, you wish it wasn’t the case but here you are. Whoever this person is, smoothly leaning on his elbow to face you, is entering dangerous territory if he is going to smell this enticing.
“Waiting on anyone?” His voice is like velvet when he speaks, and you shift in the stool to eye him curiously. Your heart skips a sudden beat, and you have to fight every fiber of your being to put on your best acting skills.
Black strands are tousled though few are wisping at the corners of his brown irises. An amused gaze stays in his expression and along the smooth, pale skin of his face tilts a gentle smirk with pink, thin lips. He is the most beautiful, exquisite man you have seen in a while. And he chose to plant his rump next to you. Great.
“I’m not.” You timidly bite your bottom lip because what else are you supposed to do? You already want to hide from the heated blush running along your chest, but you remain rooted in your seat.
Relief shows in the form of his dropping shoulders as he breathes a swift sigh. “Good because I’m not as tough as I was trying to look.”
“Nonsense!” You giggle profusely, seeing the way his smile grows into one of comfort.
“No, really. I’m not one to fight, but I was going to throw some hands if it means at least getting your name. Jaehyun,” his smile stays intact as he offers his hand. Feeling the warmth of his palm, you are embarrassed when you notice yours is clammy, but Jaehyun doesn’t seem to mind.
“Y/N,” you say softly, having a hard time taking your eyes off him.
He seems as though he wants to say something, but he’s so entranced by you that he clears his throat awkwardly instead. “What brings you here alone on a Friday night?” Jaehyun takes a sip of his beer.
Shrugging your shoulders, you realize your hand is tightly gripping your glass from the nerves. “Honestly… I don’t know. It’s just a place for me to escape to for a while.”
“Do you… Give me permission to join you? Sometimes escaping is fun if you have a partner in crime.” Hope resonates in his eyes at the question and there’s something about him that you can’t shake. Is this a coincidence? Or is this fate? Will he be the one to mend your heart into what it should be? You aren’t sure, but you will gladly find out.
“Of course,” you smile, and that became the beginning of a new love story. Or so you hope.
{23}
The time we all have been waiting for
One year ago, you met your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and one year ago is when you experienced a high you have missed. He was your first everything aside from kissing, and once intimacy became comfortable, it then became addicting. You did learn after a month of courting, that Jaehyun had gone through a horrible break up leading to the night you both first met. As much as you would love to admit that you relate to him, you don’t. You want to keep your former love buried deep in the crevices of your mind, so your heart can breathe.
What really piqued your interest in Jaehyun was discovering he is a cameraman for movies galore. How crazy is that? You have always wanted a career related to film and acting and here you are dating a cameraman. A successful one at that. His father happens to be a well-known director so part of that has contributed to his career, but you have enjoyed the sets you secretly have gotten to visit whether the movie makes it to the big screen or not.
There’s just… something missing. You cannot seem to pinpoint exactly what it is that’s missing. But something just isn’t there. The guilt eats you alive somedays, but Jaehyun has been a dedicated lover and friend, so why ruin what is a decent relationship?
“I’ll be back tomorrow, and by then, I should have more information on where my next job is located.” Jaehyun reaches to hold you then plants a soft kiss to your lips. “Behave.”
Snickering, you shove him. “I can’t promise I won’t fuck something up. The cookie jar was just meant to fall off the counter.”
“Pushed.” He corrects.
“Accidentally.”
Jaehyun shakes his head teasingly at you while his fingers move to grip your hips. “I want everything intact when I get back, okay?”
“Roger that.” You nod once, letting the next kiss linger. The tip of his tongue greets yours which prompts you to moan.
“I’ll miss you.” He whispers.
“I’ll miss you, too. Let me know when you land.”
You hate the loneliness you feel when Jaehyun leaves to travel to his job locations. But you know he must. The pair of you moved in together four months after dating which you know is a bit fast, but he had been so good to you that you couldn’t help but rush it. It’s as if you were chasing a spark, you hoped would remain, but never truly found it. But nobody has to know that but you. You always liked his company because he always stayed so peaceful. You assume that his presence not being in the house makes you feel you might succumb into the sadness you experienced so long ago.
The second Jaehyun calls the next morning, you can’t believe the exhilarating news he shares. “Do you remember the girl you went to school with that became an actress?”
Your breathing hitches. “Monnie?”
“That’s the one!” Jaehyun beams to the point that you can tell he’s smiling on the other end of the line. “She’s starring in the movie I was hired to help film!”
“Are you serious!? Goodness, it’s been years since I’ve seen her!”
“Well about that...” Jaehyun hints, and you steady your excitement.
“Yes? Come on, spit it out!”
“So, they’re doing a table reading of the script while the rest of us crew prepares the sets. And I may or may not have bought you a plane ticket, so you and her can catch up.”
“No way!” You screech. “You mean it? I’m really going to see her!? Oh God, what if she doesn’t remember me?”
Jaehyun’s laugh reverberates through the phone. “Of course, she remembers you, and she’d love to see you again. It was her idea to fly you out here!”
“Oh, you tell her thank you so much! …Am I on speaker?” You lower your voice.
“… No?”
“You’re going to get you some of that goody good the second the plane lands you best believe. I’ll even wear a thong.”
Jaehyun’s chuckle darkens with lust. “I’ll be ready. I love you.”
“Love you.” You nearly scream, jumping on your bed in happiness. You get to reconnect with an old friend, and maybe being with Jaehyun for a bit will strengthen the hope that there shouldn’t be any doubt about this relationship. Scurrying to your closet, you throw all your clothes down to figure out what you’re going to wear and what you’re going to pack.
If only you knew who else was going to be there the moment you arrive.
-
You’re exhausted by the time the flight ends, but you happily greet your boyfriend who smiles widely at your presence. “There you are.” He coos, pinching your chin before planting a sweet kiss.
“I need some caffeine.” You say, kissing him one more time. “Has the table reading started?”
“It has, but as long as traffic is fine, we may make it on time.”
Throwing your duffel in the back of the rental car, you shuffle to the passenger side letting Jaehyun rest his large hand on your thigh. Why aren’t you as excited to see him as you hoped you would be? In all honesty, you’re more excited to see Monnie more than your own boyfriend.
“Hopefully me and Monnie can reschedule if we end up late.” You are disappointed, but it is also not your fault that your flight was delayed by two hours. Jaehyun squeezes your thigh while your eyes gaze at the scenery passing by. Jaehyun offers to grab you a coffee, but you decline in hopes it will get you to Monnie faster.
Once the car is parked, you, hand in hand with Jaehyun, enter the facility and you halt unintentionally when you see a frantic Park Jimin, a blonde Park Jimin at that, running after who you see to be Monnie who is keeping her gaze downward. Your eyes widen in elation. Have they been in contact this whole time? Then… Why do they look so worried?
You squeeze Jaehyun’s hand and whisper, him leaning closer so he can hear you. “I think it’s safe to say that we’re rescheduling.” Jaehyun sees the scene as the couple in the distance disappear around a corner and he mouths an ‘Oh.’
“I’ll show you around, then.” He clears his throat, and he unintentionally drops your hand when the pair of you round a corner into where a large table with numerous chairs sits. Few sparse, bundles of people are sharing conversation that echoes throughout the building and when someone starts greeting Jaehyun, your eyes scan the room until they stop on an individual whose coffee cup drops right out of his hand in pure, debilitating astonishment.
His shoulders shudder in embarrassment, but your heart is racing so fast, you are not sure if you are breathing. How is this possible? How is this real? Someone with blue hair beside him rushes to clean the mess, but you can’t run because your boyfriend is only a few inches from you, yet you back away slowly to try and calm yourself. You feel lightheaded as if you are in a torturous dream, especially when you catch his eyes again that are equally enlarged with disbelief.
“Ho-Hoseok?”
7 years earlier…
Hoseok smiles triumphantly at the director of the college who unfortunately sent your letter of acceptance to the wrong individual who happened to share the same name as you. Hoseok couldn’t be more thankful to solve this mistake, and to celebrate, he has been working two part time jobs on top of juggling his college classes to save up money to purchase a necklace he has been dying to get you since he moved to Konkuk University.
He knew something wasn’t right that you didn’t get accepted into Konkuk when your grades should have reflected how hard working of a student you are. Secretly, he made it a pact to get to the bottom of it, and now that he has, he cannot wait to share this news with you. You can either start classes this coming spring or start completely the following year and Hoseok will remain by you every waking moment. Even if it’s mostly over phone for now.
He misses you more than words can say, and the exhaustion that plagues him continually is no help on the nights he’d rather stay up talking to you. He does feel guilty on the other hand that he hardly has been able to text much due to his doting schedule. Seokjin, a friend he gained, who has been a much better colleague than Kevin, greets him at the library where they plan to study.
Hoseok has made acquaintances too, one being a guy with blue hair named Yoongi and the other being a girl named Sun Hee who Hoseok believes is Yoongi’s girlfriend from the way they interact. What Hoseok didn’t expect after gradually introducing the small group in his life is the accident that ensues that leaves Yoongi injured and in the hospital.
Of course, you had called right when he finds out the terrifying news that leaves him and a frantic Seokjin scurrying to the car to make it to the hospital. He plans to call you to tell you everything at some point but as the days continue, the nerves involving Yoongi get worse and Hoseok can hardly focus on anything else but his friend. If anything, he wishes he has you to hold, but he knows it would be impossible for you to make it the five hours to him when you don’t have your license yet. Nor does he want to interrupt your job. Or, upset your dad.
Many students who either have classes with Yoongi, family, or friends of Yoongi’s visit him as he recovers which thankfully has been good news. At one point, Hoseok walks over to comfort Sun Hee who is still trying to get past the emotional distress of it all, so he wraps a friendly arm around her shoulder before Yoongi’s mom proudly asks everyone to take a picture. Yoongi’s mom wants her son to remember the endless support he has no matter what and Hoseok grins as the camera flashes before him and Seokjin head back to the dorms to rest.
What Hoseok doesn’t anticipate is the fact none of his messages deliver when he goes to text you. Heart pounding anxiously, he attempts to call but nothing goes through. But… Why? Of course, he goes to check social media to see you are nowhere to be found, and the confusion muddling his mind is no help. Did you block him?
Seokjin consoles Hoseok while he scrambles around the room wondering what to do in order to think thoroughly about it all. Did you find someone else? Why did you cut him off? How is he going to tell you about the good news with Konkuk? Seokjin offers for Hoseok to use his phone, but Hoseok is scared you would mistake Jin’s number for a scam caller since you obviously do not have Seokjin’s phone number. The pain hovers in his chest while he fights the tears. Was it because he didn’t get a chance to talk to you much?
Hoseok, months later, pays a visit to your home with hope to see you again, feel your embrace one more time, but is greeted by your dad who lets him know that you are working at a different location and isn’t sure when you will be back. Your father never told you because he knew exactly what you would do, so it’s a secret he keeps safe since he is the one who saw your heart shattered over the boy he is staring back at.
Hoseok apologizes then visits his parents for a few more days before returning to Konkuk. At this point, the necklace dangles before him once he is in the security of his dorm and tears of guilt drip onto the bed covers. If only he knew how to find you again, he would do anything. For now, he will try and accept that maybe he wasn’t enough for you after all.
-
{23}
You kept him for years in your every thought, every word you wrote and every pound of your heart. Dancing eyes that glued to your soul the moment he kissed you, and touches as gentle as flower petals loomed all over your skin. His smile haunted you even in times that you begged for it not to and why you are saying this in all past tense is just you trying to hide the truth. He still does. He still resonates with you even as if he never tore your heart to shreds.
You haven’t seen him in almost seven years, yet his memory burns alive as if you physically relive the memories every day. As if his touch is as fresh as it had been the first time, he ever held you in his arms. Why must life be so cruel? To toy with you as if he is ultimately meant to be your forever just to take him away from you repeatedly.
You didn’t give him a chance the last time. You made the choice for him because he found someone else. Why couldn’t he just be yours? Why was he there when you least expected it? Now, every feeling you’ve tried to hide is igniting into the present.
You stand there frozen for a timeless eternity locking eyes with the one man you never thought you would see again. He is just as stunned. You can see it in his eyes and from the way his Adam’s apple bobs at the gulp he swallows. You can tell by the scripts on the table right in front of Hoseok that he must be casted in this movie, and all you can think through your catapulting thoughts is that you would have found Hoseok much earlier if you hadn’t run late to the table reading. After all this time, and from the memories of high school, it is clear Hoseok has finally chosen to follow his dreams, and that, despite the turmoil hounding your chest, you feel a pang of warmth at the realization.
In your peripherals, you remember a very important detail suddenly. What about Jaehyun? Instead of turning, your auditory senses pick up your boyfriend still having a conversation with who you assume is a coworker. He has no idea about the stare down going on behind him.
Now, you know why Monnie ran. She didn’t expect to see Jimin here either. Is this the place where love reconnects? Or was your original thought, correct? Is fate just messing with you? Why now? Why couldn’t you be single right now, so this guilt rising in your chest didn’t exist? Why should you feel guilty though? Nothing has happened other than the immense wave of emotions plaguing your entire system. Would that have something to do with it? Holy fuck.
You do not know how you survive the day avoiding Hoseok the way you do, and Jaehyun is starting to get worried about how frantic you appear as if you want to run. Safely getting to the hotel that evening, you don’t even remember how to do your typical evening routine. With how nauseous you feel, you nibble on your dinner trying to assure Jaehyun that you are fine.
The second day at the set, Hoseok could not take his eyes off you and Jaehyun, though you do not know, happens to notice how often you and the red headed actor keep sneaking glimpses at each other. This day confirms your assumption that Hoseok is indeed a part of this movie. You learn from the second table reading, where you get to briefly wave at Monnie when she arrives, that Hoseok is casted as one out of the seven guys who are hopelessly in love with Monnie’s character.
At one point, Jimin happens to recognize you and sends you a wave as well. You can tell Monnie is also being observant by the way she scans the noticeably awkward way you refuse to interact with Hoseok. Monnie is aware how close you and Hoseok were in high school so how come neither of you are acting as if you once were friends?
“Are you okay?” Jaehyun, all in his camera gear, leans in and whispers. You hum a ‘yes’ in response, but you can tell he doesn’t believe you.
The third day, you feel how tired you are from the lack of sleep due to not wanting to dream about Hoseok while your boyfriend is sleeping right next to you, so you tossed and turned until you couldn’t take it anymore. All the stress of seeing Hoseok is starting to take a toll and when arriving with Jaehyun, at one point, you see Hoseok standing off to the side while a few of the cast members are preparing to film a scene. You aren’t sure where Jaehyun went off to, but you gaze at Hoseok with the longing you wish would stop burdening you. You also wish you could tell Hoseok how proud you are that he is finally choosing to follow his dreams because as you watch him observing the scene being played out, he looks so lovely that the sadness washing over you becomes intense.
It is then that Hoseok sees you. An overwhelming feeling that neither of you can explain becomes existent and he holds your eyes as if that’s the only constant keeping him at bay. You try to read his stare while he looks into your soul, yet your feet remain planted for the moment. There is no way that you are the only one who feels this connection. There is absolutely no way. So, why did he choose someone else all these years ago?
Something breaks the gaze because instead of putting on your best, inner actress, you flee to the nearest restroom. The nausea is intense- much more intense than you realize because you are throwing your hair back immediately in preparation for the retching. Nothing really comes up but some bile since you haven’t eaten yet, and now you are breathing steady to calm your nerves.
Sometimes an overwhelming amount of shock and anxiety can do this to you, so you aren’t surprised. You just are grateful that nobody else is occupying the restroom so that you can think. What in the bloody hell do you do? Do you approach him? Do you continue to ignore him? Do you tell Jaehyun? The thoughts turn into pacing while you clench your stomach because what the hell are you supposed to do? Jung Hoseok is in the same vicinity as you and there is no one else you’d rather… confront for lack of a better term. But is it worth confronting him for all the pain he caused you what feels at this point like a lifetime ago?
Will he even remember? Will he understand why you blocked him from your life? He will just have to because he chose somebody else over you. Whereas you spent majority of your life putting him first. Is this why you feel betrayed deep down? You know ultimately you should have put yourself first which is what you learned before turning twenty-two and prior to meeting your boyfriend. Otherwise, Hoseok was all that mattered to you.
And he still fucking does.
Gritting your teeth, you rummage through your purse for a small bottle of mouth wash that you keep for emergencies and swish it around your teeth and tongue. You rid of the foul taste and rinse with some water before taking a few deep breaths. You can do this, y/n. Just fake a smile and act as if you are going to be in this movie yourself.
Placing your hand on the bathroom door, you shove it slowly as if you are hiding from someone. Which technically you are but you get the picture. You investigate the hallways that echo a small number of footsteps, so you, in relief, step out into the unknown thinking all is safe. Standing, you can’t remember which direction you came from, so awkwardly you just continue to… Stand there. You decide to reach into your purse for your phone to text Jaehyun, but fast steps dissipate your movement.
“Follow me.” A familiar voice halts your heart. He grasps your wrist before you can scream, but it’s not a firm grip, it’s a gentle hold and you jolt your stare to see a hazy view of red hair who leads you into a storage room set off to the side. You should stop him. You should shout. You should fight to call Jaehyun. But you don’t. And repentantly- you don’t want to.
Hoseok kicks the door closed behind him until your back shoves against a wall. Red strands hover over his determined eyes as he breathes heavy, now holding both of your wrists that he pins to the wall. You can’t even respond because your words die in your throat. This is the hottest fucking thing you have encountered, and you will keep that with you till the grave.
There are no words shared, just ajar mouths of panting, but he is so close that you feel his breath brushing your chin. Your body is begging for more of his touch at this point, but you do not move a muscle. It is then that you remember that you are supposed to be mad at him. Yet simultaneously you want to kiss him so bad. He can’t know this though. You have a boyfriend. You must think about Jaehyun.
“Let go of me.” You say through gritted teeth even though it destroys your heart piece by piece to even say it. Hoseok hesitates, but calmly releases his fingers that curled around your wrists and steps back carefully. Your heart is betraying you because you would do anything just to make love with him right here and now, but it isn’t the right thing to do especially with how he broke your heart. And, for the sake of Jaehyun’s heart.
Hoseok turns just to rake thin hands through his hair before he runs a palm along his face. “I don’t know what came over me.”
You do. Because you feel the powerful truth resonating in this very room. You’re hurting over Hoseok and Hoseok is hurting over you. Neither of you truly know the reasons why.
What is mind blowing to you is how seven years flies by and it is like he was never a stranger. The emotions you’ve suppressed are waiting to burst at the seams as if they would even when he was still in your life. You do not know how this is possible. You know it’s crazy. You know nothing right now makes any sense and you want to scream at the top of your lungs. And, you know even if you were to have gone back to Jaehyun, Hoseok would have done exactly what he is doing now and that is confronting the reality that you both are here. In a place far away from your hometown, you both by some twisted form of fate end up in the same place at the same time. Of course, you are pondering the odds of this, of course you fucking are. All you know is you can’t let Hoseok hurt you again. Plus, now you have Jaehyun.
“I have to go.” You finally say in the deafening silence prompting Hoseok to turn swiftly to face you where his widened eyes hold the same desperation that you feel. Yet, he is so beautiful. Fuck. Even to this day. He is exactly how you remember but grown out of the boyish charm from high school and into a man. Your heart is pounding through your temples while you take in his features. He’s just so beautiful.
“Please…” He murmurs, stepping forward as if being even closer to you can make all of this add up. “Before you go, just tell me why.”
His statement catches you off guard. Why? What does he mean why? He can see the disbelief written all over your expression which causes him to question inwardly. How does he have the nerve to question your reasons for cutting him off? He knows good and damn well why. He has to.
You feel unsteady briefly, but you are thankful to hear your phone buzzing within your purse which you figure must be Jaehyun. Hoseok understandably gives up accepting that you must have moved on just as you assumed he has.
Reaching for the doorknob with horribly shaky fingers, you pause for a moment collecting enough strength to end this strange yet alluring moment on good terms. “I’m proud of you.” You whisper, Hoseok’s gaze burning innocently at the back of your head while his heart feels as though it is going to explode watching you leave. “You followed your dreams. There was never a reason for you to be ashamed… Goodbye.”
And with that, you exit the storage room, returning Jaehyun’s call to ask him if he can take you to the hotel while you muster with all your strength not to erupt in a pool of endless tears.
-
A towel is wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist as he ruffles his dampened hair. He has talked endlessly about his day (as he should) and the excitement he holds for the upcoming film. You, hair wrapped in a towel, rub on a face mask to cleanse your skin as you wearily stare at your reflection in the mirror. You try so hard to listen to every word your boyfriend says, but you can’t shake any thought of Jung Hoseok from your mind.
Vivid flashes of the way Hoseok pinned you to that wall stirs an unwanted wave of desire through your frame and a reoccurring pain that seems to never find closure. If only he slid his teeth along your bottom lip while slipping his hands into your pants while you whimper his name… If only the emotions from the years of longing for his return continued in breathless kisses and gasping in response to the way his lips would trail your neck… Maybe you could ignore the myriad of questions that have plagued you profusely for all these damned years of wishing, and pleading, and fighting to understand why you can’t just let. Him. Go. It’s like, in a way, a spell has been cast on you whether it’s Hoseok himself or something that is preventing, almost trying to keep the two of you from being together in the end. But, why?
Maybe the truth is right in front of you. Maybe you don’t want to let Hoseok go.
Maybe you really just can’t.
Jaehyun eventually moves to wrap his strong arms around you from behind while he places feather-like kisses along your neck. “So, I hope you’re enjoying your time here.”
“I am.” You reply softly. His fingers then slide gently into your sweatpants where he finds your clit, rubbing nice and slow while he continues to place tepid kisses. You wish you were becoming aroused, but you can hardly concentrate on the way his lips press to your skin and his fingers slipping into you pumping gently while you squeeze your eyes shut. There are no goosebumps, no moaning, no excitement- just pure sadness.
Because you know deep down what the truth is, but you do not want to admit it. You know what’s missing in the relationship. Jaehyun is not Hoseok and he never will be. It’s the saddest simplicity of an answer. He is not Jung Hoseok.
“Hey…” Jaehyun’s voice is soft, cautiously releasing his fingers from inside you, he then spins you around. Despite, the face mask covering your cheeks and forehead, Jaehyun looks at you lovingly while he reads your eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Hesitant, you reply anyway. “Nothing.”
Jaehyun flashes a pointed look because he does not believe you whatsoever. “Are you jet lagged still? …Did I do something?”
“No! …No, I’m sorry. I promise I’m not trying to be gloomy. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Are you sure? Because you have seemed off since you’ve been here. Is it because you haven’t gotten to see Monnie much?”
“I mean yes, I do wish I could see her more, but we have plenty of time. Work allowed me a week off, so I’m not too worried about that.”
“Then what is it?”
Guilt pools in your eyes as you visibly see his concern, but what are you supposed to tell him? Okay, maybe the question doesn’t involve what, but how? “I… don’t know.”
You let him kiss you then even though the cream of the face mask gets all over his skin, too but it somehow makes you giggle. You wish you knew how to tell him, but it is way too soon. What happened earlier with Hoseok was probably going to be a onetime thing. You keep replaying the whole scene with Hoseok wishing there could have been a different outcome, but you can’t change the past. And you don’t want to hurt Jaehyun who has been nothing but good to you.
Once you finish freshening up, you try having sex with Jaehyun to rid of the pain inside your chest, but the remorse is so smothering you hardly can enjoy it. It’s not his fault at all so you give it what you got. Except this time, when you close your eyes, all you can see is Hoseok’s face and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears.
-
It's not until the day before your flight that you finally meet with Monnie. Her management rented out a space in one of the fanciest restaurants to ensure privacy from the spotlight so the pair of you could catch up. She embraced you tightly while the scent of peonies greeted your nose. It’s amazing how much the two of you had to catch up on and the endless conversation is exactly what you needed. Sometimes a friendly face helps lighten the load for a little while.
As a surprise, you facetimed LenLen so Monnie could say hello which erupts into bouts of happy squeals from LenLen. Being with Monnie made you forget how famous she actually is, and you are so thankful that she always maintained her humility amongst the fame.
Neither of you mention Jimin or Hoseok even though you wonder if the question crossed her mind at any point. You also wonder if she kept contact with Hoseok or if Jimin did since all four of you happened to be in the same place in a different location way far away from the high school all of you attended together. It’s surreal, but maybe not bringing the subject up was a good thing.
Anxiously, you stop by Jaehyun’s work to bring him lunch and to go over the time your flight departs tomorrow. Jaehyun, who proclaims he has a surprise for you, says he ordered a limousine to pick you up for your ride to the airport. Speechless, you have never ridden in a limo before, and you cannot believe how thoughtful Jaehyun has been all week which fuels the devastation when you notice Hoseok standing adjacent from you. He’s gripping another coffee cup while he speaks with one of the producers.
Did he just hear every word you said? Did he hear that you are leaving to go back home tomorrow?
“I already told Stan where to pick you up.” Jaehyun attempts to say but he notices your obvious distraction which has pretty much lasted the entire week you have been here.
“Wh-who? Whose Stan?”
“I just told you, silly, the limo… driver.” Jaehyun follows your wavering gaze to see the red headed actor glimpsing at you for the hundredth time. Is this why you have been acting so strange? Do you know this guy? Jaehyun starts to question if you really were with Monnie when you said you were. Or the other times before when you claimed you needed a breather.
An uneasy feeling starts to bud in Jaehyun’s chest. “Um…” He leans forward to get close to your ear. “Can we talk?” Jaehyun lowkey has noticed the tension ever since the first day he brought you here whenever that actor was around, but thought he was going crazy. Jaehyun is typically not the jealous type, but something seems off. Everywhere you were, it seemed this actor followed.
Disrupting your entrancement, you swallow the lump in your throat as your heartbeat spikes. Jaehyun just walks swiftly around a corner and unbeknownst to you, Hoseok has excused himself from the producer to hide away enough to make sure you’re okay. He feels awful to intrude, but he can’t help the strong emotions building within his heart and the indisputable closure he wishes you would give him. Because he never was able to get over you either.
Jaehyun is restless as he tries to gather whatever words he can. “Look, if I sound crazy, I don’t care. Something isn’t right. And if I had to guess, it has to do with that actor you keep looking at. So, what is it? Do you know him?”
Your hands glue to your hips while you uneasily try to keep yourself standing from the uncomfortable blow to the chest. Shit. You want to scream. Jaehyun caught you and now you don’t even know where to start. “I’m sorry.” You whisper which you are surprised sounds audible, but that’s all you can muster.
“Okay, so something did happen then?”
“No! Jaehyun… No, it’s not what you think.” You try to breathe but feel like you can’t from how much your chest tightens.
“Okay well what am I supposed to think? Were you really with Monnie earlier?”
“Yes! Of course, I was!”
“So why are you so distant? If I did something wrong, then I need to know so I can fix it. I also can’t read your mind. Communication is what I need here, y/n.”
“I know this, Jae… I-”
“Okay, then explain. I’m doing all I can to prove to you that I love you. I just need some kind of answer. I’m starting to get really worried, and you know I’m not like this.”
Tears brim because you know deep down, he has done everything for you. You are in the wrong for this and you know it. You do love Jaehyun. You really do, but the love for him will never be as strong as the love you had for Hoseok. The love you know you will always have for Hoseok. The silence hurts. The emptiness and sorrow you feel for Jaehyun… Hurts so deeply.
“Jae…” The tears stream to drip from your cheeks. “I want you to know that I do love you and I am forever grateful for all that you have done for me… I just, um…” You press your lips together to prevent your chin from quivering. You can’t even look your boyfriend in the eyes. You don’t even know how to answer him. How can you? If you were to tell him everything from the beginning to now, not only would it crush him, but would he truly understand where you are coming from?
“You’re not going to tell me are you.” It’s not a question. He says it sternly.
“I… I can’t.” You stifle a sob. “Jae, I’m so sorry. I just can’t right now.”
Angrily, and rightfully so, he glowers at you while his jaw clenches because after a year together, he does not understand how fast everything can change in the span of a week. And after a year, how can you not trust to tell him what is going on? He deserves to know, and you wish you could find the will to just tell him the whole story without holding back.
He is rigidly holding back tears because he is just as hurt, but he can’t bear the thought of you stepping out on him which is what he is starting to believe. Is he wrong to think that? He knows anger causes irrational thinking but right now, he wants space to clear his head. Even if it means being away from you.
“The hotel is yours tonight.”
“Jae-” You rush to step forward, but he holds a palm up to pause everything.
“The hotel is yours tonight. Stan will pick you up for your flight tomorrow… We’re done.” He shoves past you as you spin in panic to watch him leave, but you do not chase him. This is not how you wanted it to go. Not on bad terms, but you feel so devastated yet so relieved that Jaehyun made this decision, yet you feel so helpless simultaneously.
The tears continue as you scramble to order someone to pick you up and if you regret one thing, it’s not telling Jaehyun about your first love the first day you met him like you should have.
-
The guilt is eating you alive.
Your eyes are dry and puffy from the crying the night before, so to force some way to lift your spirits, you put on a faint amount of makeup and throw on a floral summer dress. What better way to cope with the heart ache by pretending there is no heart ache? You suck at that. It’s visible all over your frame that is weak and exhausted; your mind has done nothing but run vigorously on high speed since landing a week ago and you are not sure how you are functioning properly.
Once you have everything packed and prepared, you triple check the hotel room to ensure you haven’t left anything. The room felt desolate last night without Jaehyun being beside you, but in a way, you appreciated being alone. Maybe it’s for the best that you never try to love anybody else because as long as Jung Hoseok exists in your heart, there is no such thing as anybody else. How can someone have your heart this long and they were never really yours?
Rolling your suitcase behind you, the walk to the outside is brighter than you anticipate. The sun gleams high in the sky while people bustle from left to right to exit or enter the hotel building. It doesn’t take long for you to spot the limo slowly pulling up to the curb. An older man with gentle eyes greets you, introducing himself as Stan.
“Now I finally have a face to a name.” You smile sweetly as he takes your luggage to settle into the trunk. “Thank you.” You murmur. The moment you open the limo door, you duck to begin taking a seat, but something stops you in your tracks.
It’s the scene of glimmering shoes that tilts your head in confusion as you scan from the shoes all the way up the slim legs, to the loose-fitting shirt on a familiar frame to then locking eyes with the one person you never expected to see yet again.
“Hoseok?” You croak with widened eyes. Did you say his name out loud? You have no idea. All you know is your heart is ear piercingly screaming and your fingertips have gone numb. His red hair is gelled back so you can easily see the enchanting curve of his jawline and the quirk of his lips smirking gently. You are in trouble. And you don’t care anymore. But your conscious tries to tell you the opposite.
“I um… Uh, I have to go-” You panic preparing to back away.
“Absolutely not.” Hoseok grasps to pull you in, reaching around you to slam the limo door closed once your body plops onto the seat. When Stan hears the signal, he starts to drive away from the curb and your mind is dizzy with anxiety.
“Hoseok.” You try to say sternly, but his name comes out in a whimper. You are trying with all your strength not to pass out.
“Y/N.” He speaks. His eyebrow cocking. You have remained leaned forward from how he pulled you in and his face is so close, you are doing everything you can to keep your heat from clenching simultaneously with the reaction of your body wanting to tremble.
“What the hell are you doing!? How the hell did you even know I would be here!?”
He shrugs. “A friend.”
“What friend-”
“Monnie. She’s known Stan for a while. So has Jin and bandana guy.”
“Well, Stan is about to be fired!” You try emphasizing the word loudly to kid with Stan even though you are lowkey dead serious. You should be grieving Jaehyun, not letting the desire to tangle with Hoseok be floating subconsciously in the back of a damn limousine. “If Jaehyun finds out that you jacked the limo driver, he’ll be pissed. And who the hell is bandana guy!?”
“I’ll answer your question once you answer mine.”
“Hoseok, I’m not playing fucking games with you.”
“Neither am I.”
Eyeing him in exasperation, you shake your head to hopefully rid of the evident confusion. “You know what- we can’t do this. We can’t be alone.”
“And why not?”
“Because-” Because you just went through a breakup, damnit! Not that you are aware that he knows. But you are trying so hard not to cave into the longing to be with Hoseok the way his eyes intensely look into yours.
After all this time, holding it in all these long, long years:
you explode.
“Because you are just so fucking ruthless, you know that!? I have fucking had you in my head since I was a child and there is no escape from you! No escape! Do you know how much it killed me to see you leave seven years ago? Do you know how fucking insane seeing you again is all these stupid ass years later? I have been losing my shit nonstop and for what!? Because you just think it’s so damn cute to occupy every fucking brain cell I have and tear me to shreds! Like, do you even fucking know the hell I’ve been through!? Seeing you with-”
Hoseok kisses you suddenly stopping your words. This kiss is so desperate and rough yet, it’s so much softer than you would think since you were losing your absolute shit a minute ago, but his lips are as warm as you remember, and your body loosens as his hands cup your cheeks. Gasping into his kiss, the world spins so magically that you forget that you are heading to catch a flight home. You don’t want to stop. The way his mouth moves so good with yours. How are you going to pull away?
So, you don’t.
His fingertips slip to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss while the love you buried revives into the atmosphere.
Because you are so in love with him, and you never once stopped.
Hoseok’s other hand pats along the door refusing to break the kiss and your ears catch the sound of the partition lifting to separate the pair of you from the driver. Something about that whole gesture sends a gush from your heat, wetting your thong that you inwardly hope Hoseok will see. It’s like you are in a dream. If ‘high school you’ knew that seven years from then that you would be making out with Jung Hoseok in a limousine, you would have never believed it. Instead of bottling everything up anymore, you are just going to let go. In this moment, you are with the one person you have always wanted: Jung Hoseok. So why fucking fight it? You are done fighting it.
You have made up your mind. You want to give him your all and you want to give it now. Conversation can be saved for later.
“Hoseok,” you gasp between his kisses. “Please… whatever you do. Don’t… Stop.”
It doesn’t take much until his hands move to grip your waist, positioning you in a straddle. Immediately, moaning loudly against his lips that have eagerly grown hungrier as you cling to him desperately. Humming into his kiss, the relief flooding your limbs eases the tension you have fought this entire week, and your hands slide to grasp the gelled strands of his hair in deprivation. His tongue dances with yours while he fumbles with where to place his hands next.
You moan when you feel his erection beneath your heat though clothes remain on; with the dress, you're wearing, the fabric is spread enough, you're able to feel the material of his slacks along your inner thighs. You unintentionally grind your hips, him doing the same, lips nearly bruised from sultry kisses he refuses to stop.
His palm slaps your ass to then squeezing so hard, you nearly melt into his frame, your teeth sliding along his bottom lip before sneaking the tip of your tongue along it to then snatching his lips once more.
Your fingers trace his jawline, a part of him that nearly makes you faint. Breaking the kiss, his breathing is heavy while your lips linger to trail his jaw, lightly sucking with each contact until you reach his ear. A soft laugh resonates into his eardrum, him groaning with immense desire in response. You can't help yourself especially with the fire dribbling from your heat. Your inner kinks start to arise.
"I don't know if you've ever been given a blowjob in a limo baby, but I’m not going to let you forget it.” You say it so erotically, Hoseok is losing his mind. You're wild when it comes to sex, yet you’ve only ever had one sexual partner. With the way Hoseok's hazy, brown eyes watch your every move, you don't mind giving him the ride of his life. You are going to show him exactly what he has missed.
Squeezing his shoulders once, you move backward off his lap carefully despite the moving vehicle. You kneel on the floor, your antsy fingers unbuckle his belt, the jingle of the metal sending jolts of excitement throughout his limbs. The anticipation is nearly smothering, especially when you unbutton his pants to show his underwear, spreading the fabric to free his erection. The sight causes you to bite your lower lip instinctively.
"Oh baby." You nearly drool. His hands curl around your wrists before you lean in to cover his area with your mouth encasing every bit of his girth. He leans back in immense pleasure while you perform a long, intense suck before dipping your head up and down seductively. Hearing him moan fuels you to continue. Running your tongue over his tip, you let the taste of his precum lead you to yearn for more, pleasuring him so much he could release right then and there. You unlatch your wrist from one of his tightening hands, bringing it to his scrotum that is peeking through the opening of his underwear, massaging softly whilst sucking, his feet pressing harder at the floorboard from the paradise he's been wanting with you and only you.
When you see how much of an effect it has on Hoseok, you continue your bliss, sucking and sucking until his hands grasp the sides of your ribcage causing you to gasp in surprise. Without a second to blink, your back is crashed against the seat cushion with Hoseok hovering above you, strands of his hair glistening over his eyes, his chest heaving as his hands rest on either side of you. Your eyes are wide from the sudden action, but when he lowers to place his lips near your ear, a tingling sensation waves across your figure.
"I don't know if you've ever been fucked in a limo.” He growls. “But I'm gonna make sure you, my dear, will never forget it."
Oh. Fuck. His fingertips feel for your underwear that he slides down to your ankles. He doesn’t even take a second to admire what type of underwear it is before he comes back to kiss you.
You are so aroused that your vaginal walls are sopping wet before Hoseok slams his erection into you. He drums so hard that you can't help the screams of pleasure that are gratefully unheard from the vibration of the speakers reverberating within the small space. This is when you realize music must have started playing to drown out the sounds Stan most likely does not want to hear.
Your hands clasp roughly to Hoseok’s sides which regains your focus. He pounds so rhythmically with the bass of whatever song is playing, your g-spot is being stroked with each thrust. The growing climax sends your eyes rolling back. Hoseok slows for a moment though and aligns his body with yours still keeping himself inside you. You watch him while your chest heaves.
He lifts a finger to trace along your cheek until he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. You are uncertain why he has stopped, but you are thankful neither of you have cummed too soon because you are not ready for this to end. Even though it has to… Oh, shut the fuck up brain.
“You’re not going to the airport today.” His eyes shift from a lust to a softness that reminds you of when he first became your friend. You want to sit up in surprise, but you don’t because you like Hoseok’s body being on top of you and his erection keeping its rightful place inside you.
“What do you mean? I’m supposed to leave today.”
“I… Have made other arrangements.”
“Did you cancel the flight!? How!?”
“Well, no… But I can reimburse you for the inconvenience of missing your flight.”
“Are you…” In honesty, you are not upset at all. Your heart is flying so high with relief, you could cry. A smirk graces your tingling lips. “Are you kidnapping me, Jung Hoseok?”
“Only if you let me,” he winks, pressing a slow kiss to your bruised lips. “Otherwise, the airport I will take you but only if you say so.”
“What about my job? I have to go back at some point.”
Sadness etches in the corner of his eyes while he exhales slowly. “How about we worry about that tomorrow? … I don’t want to lose you. Not again.”
You don’t either.
Your hand reaches to tangle in his hair while you pull him to kiss you. He starts thrusting again, but this time nice and slow while your tongue swirls with his. The two of you are so lost in intimacy that neither of you notices the pause of the limo and the dimming of the music. It's Hoseok who jolts away immediately, stuffing his being back into his pants, scrabbling to buckle his belt before it dawns on you that the limo is no longer moving. Swiftly, you fix your dress, running your hands through your hair in panic, also hoping your makeup isn't smeared all over.
Your throbbing heat is relentless, and you squeeze your thighs to try and relieve some of the sensitivity, but it's no use. Once Stan opens the door, you and Hoseok smile at him trying to hide the fact the two of you were literally having intercourse directly behind his back.
Stan squints his eyes in suspicion when he notices how embarrassed the two of you chuckle when leaving the limo, but he brushes it off, him tipping his hat for a farewell. You grasp Hoseok's hand while your other hand clings to your luggage. You do not know where you are, but you are assuming it’s where Hoseok lives.
“My roomates are still shooting scenes for the movie we’re in, so we have this whole place to ourselves for the time being.” Hoseok beams. Your feet move faster than they ever have as he follows suit to the front door. He chuckles at how cute your eagerness is because he is just as giddy, too. Being with you just comes so naturally even after all this time. The moment you reach the door, you spin around, dragging his mouth to yours.
Your back hits against the front door nearly bringing you to your knees while he follows your lead. You throw your arms around his neck as his hands press into your waist; the two of you rebuild the itching desire that had been interrupted. The pure addiction of Hoseok's lips on yours is everything you could have dreamed of, so you hate that you have to break the kiss just for him to unlock the door. Snatching his hand once more, you kick off your heels, him slipping out of his shoes while your luggage tips over somewhere near the door.
You follow him up the stairs until both of you are safe in his bedroom. He locks the door behind him once he turns on the lights, and that's when he tackles you lovingly once again, kissing your mouth roughly. Your hands pull off his shirt and in return, he unzips the back of your dress.
When your lacy undergarments taunt his enlarging eyes, you step away from your dress, giving him a seductive smile. Now he notices your thong. Sliding your fingers slowly to your entrance, you coat your digits with the wetness he's caused you, stepping forward to carefully smear it on his lips. His eyes close while his staggered breaths relish in your scent, urging to taste you, he clamps his warm mouth around your fingers, his teeth grazing your skin while he sucks.
"I want you, Hoseok." You whisper. "I want you to never stop wanting me."
That's all it takes before he squats to wrap his arms underneath your ass, lifting you effortlessly in the air prompting a fit of giggles. He sprints to his bed and crashes you onto it. Once the bounce of your bodies settles, his hands desperately tear your thong from your frame as well as your lace bra, his mouth leaving tenderly placed kisses along your ribcage before your trembling hands move to rid of his pants. Unbuckling his belt, Hoseok helps you free himself from his pants and underwear- every article of clothing between the both of you finally plopped on the ground.
Unexpectantly, he rolls you above him, pressing your bare chest against him, his teeth nipping your ear lobe before his breath haunts your ear in the sexiest, deep voice you've ever heard. "If I'm going to taste you properly, I want it all over my face."
Oh. Shit.
Hoseok clings onto your hips once you get into position. You move with him until your folds are above his starving mouth. Now with his heated palms smoothed along your ass, you lower yourself just enough until you hear the sudden sound of his lips caressing along your heat bringing a moan to escape your throat. "Ohhh, baby." You breathe. His tongue circles your heat slowly before he roughly flicks it against you, delighting in your taste while your head thrusts back in ecstasy.
You've never had sex so good- especially with the way his tongue licks so effortlessly underneath your clenching vaginal walls. Your thighs quiver from how strong your climax is building. His lips cover your clit, sucking before returning his tongue to lick rapidly among your slit.
"Ohhh, Hoseook." You can hardly concentrate, him continuing his mission until you slide back, forcing him to raise, his bangs now clinging to his perspired forehead. His lips part just to land to kiss your chin where the scent from your folds is fresh on his lips.
He’s starving for you, and you learn right then that he wasn’t done. His hand finds your chest where he pushes you down until your back bounces on the mattress. His fingers find your nipples first where the ticklish feel from the rising buds causes the fire below to heighten. Whimpering in response to the pleasure, his mouth latches onto your nipple while his tongue dances along it.
You beg for him as he pleasures you. The intensity of how turned on you are is so heavenly, you could do this forever. He then kisses along your body until he stops at where he originally feasted and you can see the lust in his eyes before he dives in, lapping up every bit of you while he slides gentle fingertips to then vibrate along your clit. “Oh Hoseok! Oh baby- ah!” You moan feeling how strong your sense pleads to orgasm while your eyes roll back in ecstasy. His tongue is relentless while he licks along your heat.
When you think he’s done, he repositions to where you are sitting on his face again while his large hands cup your ass.
"Now." He says, his lips tickling your skin when you both find yourselves hazy and twisted together. "Where were we before we were interrupted?"
"I think I remember." You whisper musingly, him rolling you to crash under him- his penis finds your entrance before you can catch a breath, and that's when he starts. Pumping into your walls that are warm and drenched, your screams of delight ring throughout his room, letting Hoseok enthrall every single one of your senses until your legs nearly give out. You moan his name. You moan profanities. You moan it fucking all. "Harder!" Your voice breaks. "Harder! Oh!"
Your climax hits you suddenly and strongly prompting you to squirt slightly which turns Hoseok on even more than he already is. Your legs jolt beneath him while he spills inside you. You’re still screaming in pleasure from the high when he falls next to you, him leaking down your mid-thighs while you squeeze them for friction. Both of you hyperventilating, the sensitivity still presents between your legs while you two try to recover.
"Holy shit." You breathe. "Where the hell have you been again? Holy fuck."
A deep chuckle sounds from Hoseok’s pearly smile, his eyes gleaming from the happiness he feels with you finally by his side. When his long fingers intertwine with yours, you furrow your eyebrows, shifting to rest on your side so that way you can see all of him easier.
Preparing to speak, his free hand reaches to tuck a strand of your fallen hair behind your ear rendering you speechless. Though you've kept your feelings private for so long, he's always made your heart palpitate; but, with everything that has happened, where do either of you start?
You lean your cheek into his palm where he rests it, him moving to sit up just enough to brush his lips to yours before pressing kisses on every inch of your face, his sudden passion surprising you, especially when he turns you to lay you back down just so he can lounge in your beauty from above.
“I like you naked.” He teases causing you to playfully scoff when you shove him. His chuckling smile kisses your smile while you enjoy the feel of his warm skin and the high of his presence. “I’ve missed you…” He whispers when the moment becomes serious which hitches your breathing.
Missing Hoseok is an understatement. You’ve wished to see him again but never thought it would actually happen. You know you shouldn’t ask this, but it has tormented you since he left that you can’t help it. Hearing those words from him should have made your heart swell, but then the picture that changed everything years ago seems to be in the forefront of your mind now. “Then… why did you choose her?”
Hoseok’s eyebrows scrunch as his lips pucker. The confusion is so apparent that you start to feel the budding sense of humiliation. He met a girl at Konkuk, right? The picture showed it all… Right?
“I mean I dated here and there later on in college, but I had to get over losing you.”
You shift to sit up as Hoseok’s body rolls off you. What does he mean?
“But you wouldn’t have lost me if you hadn’t chosen to be with her. I mean, c’mon, Hoseok you hardly talked to me once you left. I spent countless nights wondering what I had done wrong! I knew you’d be busy, but I never thought, nor did I want to believe it’s because you found someone else.”
Hoseok tries so hard to understand what you are talking about as he reads your panicked gaze. But… you blocked him? Why would you block him unless you moved on too? He is uncertain of the girl you are talking about, but he listens as best as he can while he racks his brain of what happened seven years ago.
“Y/N…” He says calmly. “Can you please tell me what you are talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Hoseok! The picture! You had your arm wrapped around another girl! What else was I supposed to think? Do you know how destroyed I was?”
Hoseok flits his sight to the comforter while the pair of you start to distance from your sweaty frames. The smell of sex is starting to fade, and you bundle the comforter over your chest while Hoseok’s lower-half slips under the covers. When realization enlarges his eyes, his heart drops to his stomach. Now, he knows what you’re talking about.
“Wait… Yoongi’s girlfriend?”
“Yoongi? I thought-”
Hoseok’s eyes search yours as if he is trying to get you to telepathically see his memories. “Me and Jin were at the hospital for a few days because Yoongi was in the hospital from- from the accident.” He wets his lips. “Sun Hee was just a friend of mine, and she was stressed from it all, so I was just trying to be there for her. We weren’t dating! I’m pretty sure we’re even related somehow.”
“Wait- wait a minute, what?” The heat hovering over your chest is intensely overwhelming when you realize the huge mistake you have made. “You mean-?”
“When I came home, I tried to get a hold of you so I could tell you everything, but I was blocked! Even years later, I tried checking social media every now and then so I could find you again, but it was like you disappeared!” Hoseok is pouring his heart out to you meanwhile tears of utter humiliation form and begin to drip in so much regret, you can’t believe the fog in your head is allowing you to compute his every word. “Why didn’t you talk to me first? Why didn’t you let me know you were hurt?” Hoseok’s voice is pained as he continues. “I could have explained everything! I even showed up at your place a few months after, but you weren’t home.” He doesn’t mention your dad since none of this involves either of your parents especially when he sees your reaction.
“You… came back?”
“Of course, I did! I was in love with you, y/n! I even planned to tell you about Konkuk’s mix up! They sent you the wrong letter. You were accepted. I had it all ready and planned out to surprise you! There was never anybody else, it was always you!”
The world stops. Everything just stops. The words you have longed and hoped and wished and prayed have just been said to you by Jung Hoseok. The man you have loved to no end. You can’t move. You don’t budge. This embarrassment is so deep and severe, you just want to run.
That’s why Hoseok asked you why.
“Y/N? Y/N?” Hoseok reaches to hold you.
“I was accepted into Konkuk? You- you got it fixed for me? You-”
Your head is spinning, nothing makes sense anymore. All this time, you were robbed of being with Hoseok because of you. Not him, not fate, not destiny, not your parents, not the girl, not Konkuk University:
you.
Dropping the covers, you race to gather your things. You don’t even know if your flight has left yet. You don’t even know the time, but you must go home before you ruin everything again.
“Y/N? Please. Please hold on-”
You blur out his voice while you fumble to grab your things. Hoseok tries to stop you, his eyes pleading- begging. You don’t know how you remembered Stan’s phone number that Jaehyun happened to text you after the argument, but you manage to shoot Stan a text despite the chaos. All you hope is he is right down the road.
Somehow you find a way down the stairs while tears pour non-stop. How will you ever forgive yourself for the mess you made? Grabbing your suitcase, you struggle to put on your shoes while Hoseok tries to slip on his. When Stan arrives, you jump into the backseat where you and the man of your dreams made love paining you as you sob. He’s frantically begging you not to leave but you can’t bring yourself to now that you finally know the truth. You don’t even give Stan time to help you. Rather, you fling your suitcase into the back seat and slam the door before Hoseok reaches you.
“Y/N! Please don’t go! Please! We can figure this out!”
It’s all crashing down so hard as you hear Hoseok’s voice. You beg Stan to hurry, and as the limo turns to head to the airport, you see the man you love more than anything falling to his knees in mirroring agony.
{24}
It’s him.
It has always been him.
Your hands grip the steering wheel until your knuckles are white as your eyes stay focused on the road ahead. You barely made your flight that day, and with hushed tears, the whole flight was nothing but heavy misery.
When you made it home, you were too tired to pack anything, so you stayed bundled in you and Jaehyun’s bed with no will to want to do anything other than cry. It took another week for Jaehyun to return home and that’s when he convinced you to give the relationship another try. You thought staying was what you deserved because after what you did to Hoseok, you don’t deserve him anymore. And you still loved Jaehyun even if it wasn’t completely to the fullest as it should have been.
It was when the movie Hoseok and his friends were in blew up all around the world that you started seeing his face everywhere. Every picture, every magazine, every interview on television. Jaehyun, naturally, questioned about everything that happened between you and ‘that actor’ as he refers to Hoseok, so you summarized as vaguely as you could which still wasn’t enough for Jaehyun. Of course, you suppress the guilt as much as you can since that is all you have seemed to feel anymore.
“There is someone from my past that means the absolute world to me and always will.” Hoseok’s words from the interview that prompted Jaehyun to leave echoes silently in the car. “This person encouraged me and believed in me even when I didn’t know it. They said to not be afraid anymore. So, I took that advice and I’m thankful I did. Now, I’ve gained brotherhood and my dreams have come true.” The remote almost slipped from your hand while you stared in shock. You knew Jaehyun needed to know the truth because Hoseok was your truth.
The fight and the breakup are still fresh, but now that it’s dark, you wipe your fingers along your face to rid of the new tears.
Hoseok is known by the whole world now. Globally. He really did accomplish the dreams that you knew he could and would reach. He is going to make history for the rest of his life, and you will cheer him on no matter what distance. No matter what time. You will always cheer him on. Because he deserves it all.
The bleachers of the soccer field. That is where you wanted to escape to.
Stepping down the metal seats, you find the infamous spot where you would secretly watch Hoseok all those years ago as well as the times the friendship bloomed, and he would come see you every day before your dad picked you up.
You smile through the tears as you descend into the spot. The tall lights glisten with the stars as you sit back enough to feel the breeze and you can smell the mist of the humidity from the earlier evening rain. You don’t know how much time passes, nor do you care. You just want to be here where Hoseok used to be so you can relive all the memories and create memories you wish you could have shared with him during the years you took away.
Unexpectedly, you hear the familiar pounce of footsteps making their way down the bleachers perking your ear drums to tune into the sound. You are not sure who it could be at this time of night and you also aren’t sure if you should be afraid. You stiffen immediately once the steps stop. Silence.
“…Y/N?”
Standing in response ever so excruciatingly slow. You cannot believe the voice you are hearing. No way.
His voice is soft as flower petals when he says your name, and the tears brim as you turn to face him with unshed happiness blossoming along your heart because Jung Hoseok in the flesh is standing there with hope mingled with stunned nervousness evident in his expression. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Swiping a tear, you hardly can believe it yourself, but now you understand why you felt the urge to come here. It’s because you were meant to because the stars were aligning for him to be here too. Where it all started. “I didn’t know you’d be here either.”
“I come here when I-”
“Need an escape.”
“And, to think about you.”
Your chin quivers as you keep his eyes connected with yours. It’s been a year since you have seen him, yet it still seems so fresh as if it all happened just yesterday. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper, trying to stifle a sob. “It was all my fault why we missed out on so many years we could have been together. It’s honestly even been years since I have been here. But something… something fueled me to come here, and here I am.”
“Well…” Hoseok clears his throat while he slips his cold fingers into his pockets. “I have a new rule for you.”
Looking at him, you wait for his response while you wipe at another tear that escapes.
“Please don’t say you’re sorry anymore. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“But I do.” You sniff to clear your airways. “I should have spoken to you the second I saw that damned picture, but I… I was so hurt and panicked that I let my selfishness take over when you needed me the most…
If I would have just waited for your call. Things would have been different. I should have asked about your friend, too. He was hurt and even though, I didn’t know him personally, I should have asked about him. Asked about you and how you were doing. If Jin was okay. There- there should have been consideration, but I let me get in the way of… Me. And I’m so sorry… Even for a year ago, the humiliation devastated me that I didn’t know how to face you. I think… I think I needed time to forgive myself for taking away time I could have spent being with you.” You stare down at your hands that are quivering from the anxiety.
“We still have time.” Hoseok murmurs. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks. “Now, come here.”
Flitting your gaze in surprise, it’s as if the tradition never ended, but this time, there will not be a single goodbye after this embrace. Immediately, you sprint to crash into his arms, bundling into his frame while the sobs are relentless. “It’s you, Hobi. It’s always been you. I’m so proud of you and all you have accomplished. I will never stop cheering you on or supporting you. You are everything to me.” He squeezes you so tight and fights to prevent his own tears from spilling onto your hair that tucks beneath his chin. He isn’t going to let you go. He holds you while you let it all out, crying all the guilt and the regret into his clothes while he comforts you the way he always will.
Into the evening, the pair of you find yourselves sitting on the bleachers staring at the stars where fingers are interlaced. This time you found the courage to grab his hand, sitting so close that shoulders are touching while the moon glistens above. Early memories begin to bud.
“Remember in elementary school when you took the blame for me smacking Kevin?”
A sly smile fills Hoseok’s face. “Do I! That was the best day of my life!”
You look at him incredulously. “You went to the principal’s office!”
“I know, but you smacked Kevin before I could, so I wanted to take some credit.”
“Oh God, then why were you his friend later on?”
Hoseok’s lips press in a firm line. “He didn’t have the best life growing up… Found him in tears one day so I gave him a chance. Then we lost touch.” He shrugs.
“Well, I hope he’s okay.”
“Me too.”
Silence lingers for a moment before you continue, “I guess my point of bringing up that whole situation is because that was the day, I started having feelings for you.” The serenity that collects in his gaze while he locks eyes with you breathes life into your heart just as strongly as his presence has the entirety of the night. “I don’t want to lose you anymore, Hoseok.” You whisper. “I’m done losing you.”
Hoseok’s eyes reflect serene emotion and after a few minutes of him moving forward to press a slow, sweet kiss to your forehead, you then notice his free hand moves to retrieve a square box from his jacket pocket. Pulling away slightly, you stare at the box then to Hoseok, then the box and then back to Hoseok. Speechless.
“I bring this with me every single time I visit here, but I didn’t realize the exact moment I needed would present itself.” He shifts to face you more while you stare in stunned silence. “This is a gift I’ve been wanting to give you for years… I got it back when I started college. The second I saw it, I saved up all I could so I could surprise you.” He then hands it to you. “Open it.”
Tears are in your eyes as you bring shaky fingers to your lips. You reach for the gift and lift the lid cautiously to see the most beautiful shimmering necklace you have ever seen. The diamonds smile back at you while the symbol of a page from a script beams in the moonlight. “I know it’s not exactly how we met, but it is definitely what brought us together.”
“Hoseok!” You cry, as he reaches for the necklace. You move slightly as he helps you put it on. You can’t take your eyes off the symbol. How did he even find something so perfect and so beautiful? “Hoseok, I- I love it so much! I don’t- I don’t even- I haven’t-”
His hands find your cheeks to force you to look into his eyes which ceases your panic.
“You are enough.” He means every word and you feel his heart connecting with yours beyond what you can fathom. “Also,” he smiles excitingly. “The offer still stands at Konkuk University if you still want to attend. There’s plenty slots open.”
“Oh, Hoseok!” You burst with elation. Immediately, he leans into you, pressing his lips to yours igniting the magic that comes alive because the pair of you have finally found each other and refuse to let it diminish. Not anymore.
“I love you.” You gasp between kisses. “I never stopped loving you.” You cling to him while he deepens the kisses, pulling you even closer.
“I love you, more...” He whispers. “And I will never stop.”
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Thinking of writing an socmed au!
Not sure about what tho.. Wait! I know what! Something's coming soon Ya'll!
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More than words
Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader
Summary: your best friends are getting married and you're their maid of honor. They just forgot to mention that the best man and your partner in the wedding is the guy who broke you heart.
Word count: 6,394
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk people, just fluffy and a tiny bit if angst, also there's a screenshot/fake text close to the end.
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A/N: so, this was supposed to be a bday post for Lee Know but I couldn't finish it on time :( turns out I can't write under pressure and I still don't think this is good enough but I don't think I can do better this time lmao I'm sure he can feel my love even if it's a bit late(I wish) so happy late bday for my bias the most sassy and sexy man on earth!!!!
You look at the invitation in your hands and sigh. You were really looking forward to your best friend's wedding. You were overjoyed when she told you Jeonghan had finally proposed and that she had chosen you as her maid of honor. You were excited to go out shopping to choose her wedding dress and enjoyed helping plan all the little details.
The thing is, Seojin forgot to let you know that the best man is going to be her best friend, your long-term crush and the guy who rejected you. Lee Minho, your wildest dream and worst nightmare embodied.
You, Seojin, Jeonghan and Minho had met in college and you fell in love at first sight. Yeah, kinda cheesy, right? You always had been a logical person so love at first sight sounded like bullshit to you, until it actually happened.
It was the strongest, most nerve wracking emotion you ever felt in your life. The way every move he made, every word he said, every smile he gave you, just made your entire world turn upside down.
You never really put a lot of effort into hiding that you liked him, seizing every opportunity to hit on him but he never really gave you the time of day, brushing it off as a joke.
A year ago, you decided to confess to him. You told him about your feelings for but it was no surprise when he turned you down.
You already guessed he didn't feel the same way as you did, you just thought it best to regret what you have done rather than what you haven't. And you did regret doing it in the end. Your heart was broken and you felt empty, you haven't spoken to him since that day. So to know you'll have to spend a whole weekend in his presence is not something you're looking forward to.
>>>
You came to the airport right after you clocked out of work. It's not a long trip, so you try to make yourself comfortable while you're in the plane.
As the maid of honor, you have to help the guests during the weekend, this is your job so Seojin can relax before her wedding.
So when you feel someone sitting by your side, you put your best smile on, ready to introduce yourself.
Your smile disappears when you see Minho there, he has his usual smug smile on his lips and an eyebrow raised, staring at you and waiting for you to continue.
"Oh, it's you", you say, feeling your cheeks warm, turning around to look out of the window.
"I expected a more heartwarming greeting", he jokes, "we are partners for the weekend after all"
'Don't even get me started on that', you think, sighing.
You should be nice to him, at least while you're on wedding duties, he didn't do anything wrong after all. But you're embarrassed, the last time you talked to each other was when he rejected you.
"How have you been?" He asks when you don't say anything.
"Fine", you give him a forced smile, "and you?"
"As usual", he answers, shifting in his seat, uncomfortable.
"Dating someone?" You ask and his head snaps at you, he didn't think you'd want to know something like that. You sure are having the same reaction, cursing yourself with every name you know, you really can't help yourself, you're an idiot.
"Not really", he clears his throat, he thought you'd have forgotten all about him after so much time but he feels strange knowing you still want to know about that, "you?"
You shake your head, no. You're not dating anyone since you didn't get over him yet. It's pathetic really, a whole year went by and you're still hung up on him.
You don't talk much for the rest of the trip, you just make small talk about his plans with Jeonghan for the weekend. Minho missed you, more than he could have expected, so it's nice having time with you again.
You have always known Jeonghan is rich, but to book a room for every one of their guests at a five star hotel it's a whole other level of wealthy. You're already dreaming about the long bath you're going to take on the hydromassage in your room, after that you're going to lay in the comfortable hotel bed and relax for the rest of the night, maybe check again your plans for tomorrow.
"Mr. Lee", the receptionist says to Minho, giving him the keycard. She looks at you, waiting for you to get closer to the counter, "What can I do for you, Miss…?"
"Oh, it's Y/N L/N", you say, stepping closer. The woman taps something and frowns.
"You're in room 143", she says and you smile politely, waiting for your keycard, "together with Mr. Lee", she points to Minho, who's looking at his keycard and showing it to you.
You take a deep breath.
"There must be a mistake, we are not together, we have to be in different rooms"
"I'm sorry, there must have been a mistake in the booking", she smiles apologetically, "we can give you a full refund"
"There's no need, I can just stay in another room"
The woman presses her lips in a thin line, looking at the other receptionist by her side.
"I'm sorry, but we are fully booked"
You take a moment to understand what she's saying. So there's no room for you? That's great.
"I'll just go to another hotel", you sigh, stepping away.
"I'm afraid it will be hard for you to find another hotel miss, it's the weekend and there are a lot of weddings happening at this time of the year"
"What am I supposed to do, then?", you ask, trying not to freak out.
You can't stay with Seojin since she's the bride and the other bridesmaids magically found a partner to bring to the ceremony so there's nowhere for you to sleep.
"Just stay with me", Minho sighs, running his hands through his hair. "It's your room too anyway"
You stare at him for a whole minute, trying to think of a way to get out of this, but you can't. You have to stay close to Seojin for the wedding plans and you really want to stay in this hotel.
"Do you have a better idea?" He asks, seeing the frown in your face.
You sigh, shaking your head, there's nothing much you can do. You follow Minho to the elevator, pressing the bottom and waiting for the doors to open. A crowd starts to form around you, pushing you together into the confined space. Minho is crushed against the wall and you're being pressed against him, as if things aren't already bad.
"We should have waited to catch the next one", you whisper and he sighs.
"Is not like we had a choice"
You want to fight him, you want to blame him for all this situation. If he didn't reject you, you would be together now and you wouldn't mind being pressed against him. You wouldn't mind the warmth growing in your lower stomach just by the touch of his skin on yours.
The moment people get out on the second floor, you step away from him, trying to hide your red face. You walk together in the corridor, your mind is so full you forget the situation you are in, but when you enter the room you see the bed. There's only one bed. You completely forgot this is a room for a couple, as if it's not enough that you have to sleep in the same room with Minho, you'll have to share the same bed too? If there's a god, he must be laughing at your face right now.
"Do you want to shower first?" Minho's voice takes you out of your thoughts and you turn around to look at him.
"Yeah, thanks"
You grab your bag and go into the bathroom. It's okay, you don't have to freak out, you are in a five star hotel, in a really nice suite, you can manage to survive the weekend.
When you packed your things, you were planning on sleeping alone so you are lucky you actually brought pajamas even though you always sleep in your underwear. This pajama is not the most decent one but it's what you have at the moment.
The hot bath does wonders to relieve your stress, you use the expensive shampoo and hair conditioner and massages your body with some nice body lotion, ready to have a good night of sleep.
Minho's seated by the bed when you get out of the bathroom, his clothes are folded by his side and he's scrolling on his phone. He lifts his eyes towards you, freezing instantly. What the hell are you wearing? He feels the warmth going up his neck, cheeks and his ears.
"A-are you done?" He stutters for the first time since you've known him.
"Yeah, the hair conditioner is really nice, look how soft my hair is now", you step closer to him, tilting your head so he can touch your hair.
"I'll try it myself", he walks past you. You must have taken a lot of time in there for him to be in such a hurry.
When Minho gets out of the bathroom you're already sleeping, you're laying down on your stomach with your round ass bursting out of your shorts or whatever is that thing you're wearing, he's sure he'll go crazy in the next two days if you keep this up.
>>>
When you go into the restaurant and see Seojin, you want to commit a murder. You know that face she's making, it's the face she has when she did something mischievous and is trying to hide it.
"So it was YOU", you slap her arm, sitting in front of her at the table. The other girls didn't seem to have arrived yet.
"I don't know what you're talking about", she smiles looking at you with doe eyes.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, really, you put us in the same room?"
She sighs in defeat. Seojin knows better than to keep pretending, you know her too well to believe in any excuse she'll come up with.
"I just want my two best friends to make up", she smiles, "it's my wedding after all"
"I get that, but you could have thought about a better way", you sigh, calling for the waiter and asking for a bottle of wine. "I won't ruin your weekend", you smile, grabbing her hand to squeeze it, "but you're done for when we go back"
She shivers, you're really scary when you get mad. But it's worth the risk, she knows you're not over Minho and she wants to help you get together.
"Leave the whole bottle", you ask the waiter that just came back to your table bringing the wine and two glasses, "and keep bringing more when you see I'm out of it", you ignore his look of pity.
You're going to have lunch with Seojin and the bridesmaids, then you're going to pick your dress up and bring it to the hotel for you to wear tomorrow.
Soon enough the bridesmaids arrive, there are only three, Seojin's cousins and Jeonghan's sister. They won't shut up about their partners, that aren't even official or anything. You can't believe they brought just about anyone to your best friend's wedding and you absolutely are not being petty because you were forced to stay in the same room as Minho because they all had partners.
After setting the date for your meeting later in the night, you go to pick up your dress. You had to make some last minute changes and were lucky they were available to assist you immediately.
The first thing you do when you get to your room is to try on the dress, making sure it's perfect for the next day. You struggle a bit to put it on, since it has a zipper in the back, but you manage it.
You stare at your reflection in the mirror, you look nice. The green really enhances the color of your eyes and it's going to look perfect with your makeup and hair done.
You feel a sudden tug in your hair, a few strands got stuck in the zipper somehow. Perfect. You pull it a couple of times but with no success until you pull it so hard the zipper actually breaks.
"Oh no no", you whine looking at the big problem you have in your hands.
The door opens behind you and Minho enters, staring at you for a moment, you look beautiful. He would have admired you for a whole hour if it wasn't for the desperate look in your face, that's when he sees that your dress is open in the back with some of your hair stuck in the zipper.
"Are you alright?" He asks, you look at him trying to calm yourself down. What are you going to do? The wedding is tomorrow.
"I messed up", you tell him, tears brimming in your eyes, "I ruined my dress, how am I supposed to go to the ceremony?"
There's no way you can get it fixed, there's a lot of weddings happening this weekend and it's Saturday afternoon, there's not going to be a tailor available.
Minho can see the gears turning in your head, you're overthinking. He gets closer to you, grabbing you by the shoulders, making you look at him.
"Hey!" He says, loudly enough to catch your attention, "calm down! We can find a way to fix it!"
He's looking deeply into your eyes, telling you to take deep breaths and you do just that, calming down a bit in a few minutes.
>>>
Minho had his fair share of broken hearts, sometimes he was the one crying over the end of a relationship and sometimes someone else was in that position. He liked you more than as a friend, he knew that since the beginning of your friendship but he never opened up enough to form another type of relationship with you. So when you confessed to him, he felt so many things at the same time.
He was happy that you felt the same way as him, mad he didn't know about it sooner but mostly, he felt scared, your friendship was so important to him that he didn't want to ruin it by dating you. What if you two broke up later? How could you still be friends?
That fear made him turn you down, he regretted it the moment you walked out of the cafe you were meeting up and in a certain way, he did ruin your friendship, since you didn't speak to him after that day and he couldn't bring himself to contact you too.
He knew Seojin was the one who pulled this stunt of putting you together in the same room, she always loved to play cupid. He just didn't expect he would like the situation so much, he missed you a lot, more than you could ever imagine.
Seojin was waiting for him at the lobby, she wanted to go for a walk and talk, to settle some little things about his role in the wedding.
"Finally, you're here!" She smiles, squeezing him in a hug and he does the same.
"Did you wait long?" He asks.
"Nope, I just had lunch with Y/N", she answers, eyeing Minho and waiting for his reaction to the mention of your name, he chuckles.
"So, did you have to put us in the same room?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. Seojin smiles, giving him puppy eyes.
"If I didn't you wouldn't speak to each other, I'm sure of it", she huffs.
"I would try talking to her, you know that"
"Yeah, but she'd probably run every time, that's why I had to go to this extent", Seojin starts walking and Minho follows her.
"I guess you're right", he says, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"Didn't you regret turning her down? I know you like her too"
"It doesn't matter if I regret it or not, she hates my guts now"
They walk for about five minutes before Seojin takes a deep breath and starts talking again.
"I know I shouldn't meddle into this but you're both my best friends so I feel like I have the right to intervene when you're just being dumb", Minho glares at her, "I'm sure she still likes you, Min"
Do you, though? You can't even look him in the eyes. You don't want to talk to him. He wants to believe in what Seojin is saying but he's afraid he lost his chance with you.
When he sees you almost bawling your eyes out because of the dress, he knows he has to do something, anything for you.
"So, I called someone I know that lives here in the island with her family and her grandma is a former tailor, she wants to check the dress and see what can be done", Minho says, looking at you sitted by the bed, your hands gripping the ruined dress.
You get up in a jump, wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing him.
"Thank you so much, Min, I don't even know how to repay you", you realize too late how close you two are from each other. Stepping aside, you give him a sheepish smile, mumbling a "sorry"
He clears his throat, turning around and walking to the door, trying to hide the blush in his face.
>>>
Seojin held the position of the most beautiful woman you've ever seen… until now. You're seeing Minho's friend but she doesn't look real, she's so gorgeous that for a moment it looks like she's walking in slow motion.
What takes you out of your haze is the awkward interaction between them. Minho said she is someone he knows but are acquaintances close enough to ask for favors? And the way they are interacting tells you they're not friends either.
She's smiling at Minho and he's just there, nodding, there's not a single glance of affection in his behavior. He's not like this, sometimes he may seem cold and a bit mean, but he's the sweetest with the ones he likes, you know that because you used to be one of them.
"So, I'm Mina", she looks at you with a big smile and you greet her, telling your name. "Is this the dress?" She asks, looking at your garment bag.
"Yes, thank you so much for accepting to help", you say and she chuckles.
"Anything for Minho", she looks at him with a smile and you feel your chest ache even though he keeps a straight face.
She leads you into the house, it's a beautiful traditional construction. Her grandma is waiting in the living room and she asks Mina to make some tea while she looks at the dress.
"Can you help me bring the things?" She asks Minho and he nods.
The old lady is very nice, she tells you about her years of experience as a tailor and how she had to fix absolute disasters in her days, so your case will be easy peasy, she just has to replace the zipper with a new one.
"Give me half an hour", she reassures you with a smile and then looks around, "can you go see why my granddaughter is taking so long?" She asks and you nod, getting up and following a path you think leads to the kitchen.
"Does she know about us?" You hear Mina's voice and stop in your tracks, you shouldn't eavesdrop, right? Then why can't you move? Your heart starts beating so loudly you're not sure you'll be able to hear his answer.
"Let's not talk about that while she's here", Minho asks, sighing. "I'll meet you when you come to Seoul and we can talk"
You can't breathe. So they are not just friends, you feel dumb. Of course Minho would like a supermodel like her, even though you are beautiful you can't really compete with that.
You go back to the living room. You can't look at their faces after what you heard, is it immature? Yes, but it's not a secret that you're not over Minho and listening to him, thinking about him meeting with another woman just makes your heart break again, even though you thought the pain you were feeling would end after he rejected you last year.
"Are you alright?" He asks when he sits by your side, smiling slightly at you and you nod awkwardly.
Would you have gotten over him already if he just had said you are not his type? He just said he couldn't be more than friends with you, was he trying to be nice?
The old lady refuses to get paid for fixing your dress, she says it was so easy it shouldn't even count as a service, in return she asks you to come by again when you're in Jeju because she liked you. You thank her again, saying your goodbyes and walking to the car while she asks Minho for something only a man can do, since her son is not home yet.
You put the dress in the backseat of the car, finally breathing relieved.
"So you're the one I should thank", you're startled by Mina's voice behind you.
"Oh, for what?" You ask, turning around with a hand on your chest.
"For bringing Minho here", she smiles sadly and you frown. "I guess he didn't tell you", she says.
"I know that you're a thing or something like that", you say, is she trying to rub it in your face? Is she feeling threatened?
"Oh", she laughs, "no, we are not a thing"
"I don't understand, then", you say, trying to not smile, feeling a weight being lifted out of your chest.
"We dated a few years ago, but I did something terrible to him, I know he hated me after that", she sighs, "I've been trying to meet him for so long to apologize but he never gave me the time of day, so imagine my surprise when he willingly called me to ask for a favor", she smiles, "I guess you must mean a lot to him"
You feel your heart sink, did he really do that for you? You don't know what she did, but you know Minho doesn't forgive someone easily and he surely doesn't like to owe a favor to someone that did something bad to him.
"Anyways", she says awkwardly after you stare at her without saying a thing, "thank you, I hope you make him happy", she smiles, nodding to you and heading back.
Make him happy? Does she think you two are together? Did she notice you were jealous?
So many questions and no answer at all. You snap out of your thoughts when the gate to the house is closed with a loud noise. Minho walks to you, opening the door.
"Are you not getting in?"
You don't speak much on your trip back to the hotel, your head is just so full of thoughts you don't think you'll be able to form a sentence if you try to speak. Besides that, it's almost time for your outing with Seojin and the other bridesmaids, Minho's also in a hurry so you guess he has something planned with Jeonghan and the groomsman as well, so you both run to your room to get ready.
You're the first to shower since you'll take longer to dress up. You don't take too long, letting Minho go in while you do your hair and makeup in the wall mirror in the bedside.
You put on a tight navy blue dress, it's long enough to cover your ass but not enough to make it proper.
Minho comes out of the bathroom already dressed, he's wearing a white button down that looks heavenly as if it was made just for him and jeans that just embrace his toned thighs.
"You can take a picture if you want", the smirk on his lips makes you scoff, taking you out of your state of haze.
"Well, it's no secret that you're handsome", you point out, "I did fall in love with you after all"
Minho stops in his tracks, he did not expect you to bring that up. Do people that still have feelings for the other joke about it? He wants to believe he still has a chance, but the way you act, so nonchalantly, makes him insecure.
"You're pretty too", he says, ignoring your remark.
"Not as much as Mina", your voice sounds more bitter than you meant it to be, "she's really gorgeous"
You turn around, picking up your purse, you don't want him to see your face full of contempt and jealousy. You walk out of the room, not waiting for his answer, cursing yourself till you get to the lobby to find your friends.
There's nothing like a girl's night out to take all your worry away. You drink, flirt with strangers, play games, take a tour around Jeju eating delicious foods, go to karaoke and walk by the beach.
Around midnight the bridesmaids take a taxi back to the hotel but you and Seojin want to drink more and have more fun since it's her last day as an unmarried woman.
The fresh air of the beach sobers you up, you're still a bit dizzy, but not as wasted as before. Your friend is worse than you, she's stumbling and laughing at nothing.
"I love you so much", she says, grabbing your face and cupping your cheeks, "you know that, right?"
You chuckle, putting your hands over hers.
"Of course I know, and I love you too", she smiles, stumbling and falling down on the floor.
"My butt", she whines, caressing her sides.
It seems like she's too wasted now, it's time to go back. You call Jeonghan, asking him if he can come pick you two up by the beach and as the gentleman he is, he didn't drink because he knew his fiancee would get too drunk to even walk and need someone to pick her up. You laugh at his answer and wait for him, it's good to know Seojin will have someone to take care of her like that.
You all were friends in college and you love Jeonghan, but you were always closest to Seojin. She came up to you and asked to be your friend on the first day of school when you were all alone since you didn't know anyone in the city, much less in that university.
You stare at the waves in the ocean, it's really calming to feel the breeze and the sound of the sea.
"My love", Seojin screams, looking behind you. She gets up and runs before you can help her. You turn around to find Jeonghan and Minho coming in your direction. Seojin jumps into her fiance's arms, giggling and kissing his face.
"Are you alright?" Jeonghan asks her and she nods frantically, mumbling 'better now' while resting her head on his shoulder. He looks at you with a brow lifted, questioning and you chuckle, nodding.
"What about you?" Minho asks and you roll your eyes, walking in a straight line to prove you're fine but your body betrays you and you trip on your own feet. You don't fall since Minho wraps his arms around your waist holding you. Why do his hands feel so good on you, when he's holding you? Why must you still feel this way after being rejected? Don't you have any pride left? Those ungodly reflexes he has are annoying sometimes, you'd rather he'd let you fall face first on the sand.
"Are you sure?" He asks, a judging look in his face.
"Yes, I'm sure", you say, stepping away from him.
Maybe you're still a little bit tipsier than you thought.
He glances at Jeonghan and he shrugs, they take you and Seojin to the car, securing you two on your seatbelts. The trip back is noisy, unfortunately Seojin is not a sleepy drunk, she gets even more energetic in her intoxicated state. So she tells Jeonghan and Minho about everything you did during your outing, every detail, even that three guys tried to take you home after you drunk flirted with them.
You give your goodbyes in the lobby, since they are staying in another wing of the hotel. You and Minho go to the elevator and you notice he's drunk too, he tries to hide it, but he keeps stumbling and has to lean on the elevator's wall to keep standing.
"I think you're much prettier than Mina", he blurts out of nowhere and your head snaps at him, a frown in your face. "You didn't let me finish earlier, I was going to say that you're the prettiest girl in the world for me"
The doors to the elevator open and he walks away, like what he just said didn't leave you completely lost. You feel your heart beat faster, following him to your room and leaning on the door after you close it, staring at him while he walks around the room.
Your mind is full of thoughts, why is he always so nice to you? You suddenly have the preposterous urge to tell him again you're in love with him, it must be the alcohol, but maybe you need him to tell you he doesn't like you in that way, maybe if you're humiliated one more time you'll be able to let him go.
"You shouldn't be nice to me", he looks at you, brows furrowed in confusion, "if you do I'll cross the line you drew last year", you stumble a bit, trying to get to him and he holds you. "I'll kiss you if you don't stop me", you say, noticing how close you're from each other.
Minho doesn't say anything, his head is spinning a bit and he's sure you're bluffing. He's so wrong, though. He realizes that only when your lips come crashing on his, he doesn't even have time to process what's happening before you push him away, stepping aside.
"I-I'm sorry", you say, 'of course he won't reciprocate', you think.
However, contrary to your expectations, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his hand on the small of your back and pulling you back to his embrace, kissing you. His lips are soft and his movements are rushed like he's been waiting to do that for a long time.
Maybe you're just dreaming while awake, it's impossible for him to be kissing you, right?
You wake up feeling your head hurting like crazy, your mouth is dry and you feel sick. Suddenly what happened comes crushing in, did you actually kiss Minho? And the most important part, did he reciprocate? You can't remember, the last thing that you recall is kissing him but everything after that is just a blur.
You look around the room, trying to find him and when you realize he's nowhere to be seen, you can only draw one conclusion. It seems you've been rejected once more.
It's okay, now you feel like you can get over this crush, you two didn't have a future anyway. You want to cry, you really do, but you can't show up to your friend's wedding with puff eyes and you don't want to stay in this room for long, you don't want to meet him again until the wedding. So you grab your dress and the things you'll need and take it to the bridal suite.
Minho is happy, you still like him after all. After you two kissed you fell asleep, he tucked you in bed and watched you. You were always a sleepy drunk, when he's more like Seojin. He feels energetic until the exhaustion hits him.
He wakes up early, to grab some coffee and hangover medicine for you two, but when he comes back waiting to find you awake, you're nowhere, your things are not there either. Did you regret kissing him? Maybe you just wanted to feel something familiar with him. No, he's not going to let these intrusive thoughts make him assume things, he needs to talk to you.
And he would, if you answered his calls or his texts. He freaks out even more when his phone buzzes with a bunch of texts.
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You're trying to distract yourself, telling stories about your college times with Seojin to the other bridesmaids and helping the bride relax before her big moment. You don't want to tell her about the whole thing with Minho, you don't want to turn her big day into a drama about yourself.
She keeps frowning while looking at the phone, the ceremony is going to start in less than thirty minutes so it's understandable that she's nervous.
She looks at you with desperate eyes.
"The wedding planner just texted me saying there is something wrong with the menu, can you check it for me?"
"Of course, I'll be back as soon as possible", you smile reassuring her. It's weird though, you went through all the details with the staff before meeting with Seojin.
You walk to the kitchen, looking for the wedding planner and finally finds her talking to the waiters.
"Hey, what's wrong with the menu?" You ask the older woman and she looks at you, confused.
"What do you mean?" She asks, "there's nothing wrong"
You frown, looking around. Seojin clearly told you the wedding planner was the one to report the issue, so it's impossible for her to not know about it.
"Hm, Seojin told me there was a problem?!"
"She must be confused, honey, brides get really stressed, maybe she read some of my texts wrong", she tries to reassure you and you nod, not really buying it. Seojin is a perfectionist, she wouldn't make this kind of mistake. But if the wedding planner is telling you there's nothing wrong then there's nothing you can do about it.
You walk back to the bridal suite, twenty minutes till the ceremony. When you open the door there's no one else there, where did they go? You look around trying to find someone but they're not even in the dressroom. The door opens behind you and you turn around ready to ask where's everyone, when you see Minho closing the door.
He stares at you for a few seconds, waiting for your reaction.
"Did you regret kissing me?" He asks, taking a few steps towards you.
"What are you talking about?" You say, trying to sound nonchalantly even though you want to cry just by looking at his face.
"You kissed me, you should take responsibility", he gets closer.
You feel your throat dry, taking a step back.
"You're the one who left me by myself", you mumble.
"I just went out to buy meds for us, why did you assume things?"
"Of course I'd assume things, you rejected me once, why wouldn't you do it again?" You point out, feeling angry and your answer feels like daggers being shot at him.
He takes a deep breath, grabbing both your hands and holding it close to his chest.
"There's not a day I don't regret turning you down that time", he sighs, "the truth is that I liked you since the first time I saw you but I couldn't ruin our friendship and I was so scared that I wouldn't be enough for you, like I wasn't enough for her"
You know about who he's talking about and want to kick him for even thinking you're anything like Mina, but most you want to punch her in the face, she broke his heart and left him in crumbles.
"I would never do anything to hurt you", you whisper, he's so close to you know, you can feel his breathing hitting your face.
"I know, I was scared that time and I'm still scared", he lifts your hand to his lips, "but if you give me one more chance I promise I'll be better, no one's gonna love you more than me and I'll always be there for you"
You waited for this for so long you're not even sure if it's happening.
"Can you pinch me?" You ask and he smirks.
"I can bite", he slides his hands to your waist, getting closer and giving a peek to your lips, biting your lower lip, making you shiver.
"Now I know it's real", you say, staring into his dark eyes.
"Should I take this as a yes?" He asks and you nod.
"I have been yours ever since I met you, there's not another answer but yes when it comes to you"
He smiles, the brightest smile you ever seen on him, then he kisses you, and he wants you to remember this one for the rest of your life.
Walking down the aisle with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, arms linked with Minho's while exchanging knowing smiles, you can't help but imagine if one day it's going to be you two there. Minho on the other side is already planning how he's going to propose, because he's absolutely sure next time it's going to be you in a wedding dress and him waiting patiently for your hand.
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hwighting (wayv)
pairing: yangyang/ten x reader (idol au)
type: scenario
summary: incidents that occurred while yangyang and ten appeared on hwighting at the dive studios
warnings: reader is an idol (contestant in yangyang’s and cohost in ten’s), established relationship in yangyang’s, mentions of alcohol and food
request: yes
a/n: please read info before requesting 🩵
masterlist | info
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yangyang- dive was doing it on purpose at this point. you and yangyang hadn’t been going out for very long and it was in secret but rumors were swirling. your team didn’t realize that when they agreed to have you on the show that yangyang would also be on there. sometimes sm’s teams aren’t very good at communicating between each other. not only were you on the show with him but they put you together on the same team. you both walked out from your respective green rooms in matching hoodies and both did your best not to react. ten, however, did not get the memo and let out a loud laugh, confusing everyone but you two did your best to play it off. once filming started you found out the game you would be playing the “stop yelling at me challenge” and as a team between you, kevin, and yangyang, you would give the clues, yangyang would guess and kevin would present the clues. the first team failed miserably thanks to ten and eric and your team was ready to perform better. “manager” was the first clue and you went to work trying to explain it to yangyang.
“oh! seojin-nim!” you told him your manager’s name.
“soju? alcohol! uhh barbecue!”
“no, no! seo-jin-nim!” you slowed and enunciated.
“oh! manager?”
correct. behind yangyang, kevin flipped the notepad and revealed his group name.
“OH! OH! KEVIN! THE GROUP!” you yelled in excitement.
“Kevin’s group? THE BOYZ!” yangyang yelled back matching your excitement.
“wow, they’re good!” the hosts agreed amongst each other.
kevin flipped again and the page said, “producer.”
“ohhh ummm ok, the person that makes the beats!” you tried.
“oh! beats? producer?”
the synergy between the two of you continued until you both managed to get your team five points total. when the game had finished and the hosts announced the winner of the game you jumped right into yangyang’s arms without a thought. to smooth things over, kevin jumped into yangyang’s arms as a gag making the rest of the room laugh. you made a mental note to thank him later while you scolded yourself for being so thoughtless, knowing there would be comments and videos of the moment later. but you shook it off and mentally prepared for the next game. later that evening yangyang met up with you.
“i can’t believe i messed up that badly.” you groaned, burying for face into his shoulder.
“hey, don’t beat yourself up. kevin helped a lot. i don’t think it’ll be a big deal.” he tried to reassure you.
“yeah…” you still weren’t so sure.
yangyang pulled back to offer a comforting smile, “c’mon, i know what’ll make you feel better.”
“food!”
“food.” he agreed with a fond chuckle and led you to the car.
ten- he couldn’t help himself. ten had been flirting with you pretty much the whole time, even when the cameras were off. even the rest of the guests were joking about his crush. nonetheless, you had to keep hosting as normal. the games were finished and ten’s team had lost, meaning they got the punishment. you and your cohost explained to the team that the team voted mvp would be the one to receive aforementioned punishment and ten agreed with a smile. your cohost pulled up the chair as the other guest took guesses as to what they thought the punishment would be. matthew spoke up and joked, “y/nnie lap dance!” sending heat burning to your cheeks. “that’s not a punishment for ten!” yangyang chimed in as everyone cheered. “yah! stop!” you yelled while laughing to regain control of the room. the silence allowed your cohost to continue that ten’s team would be giving him 정수리 뽀뽀, a kiss to the top of his head along with a compliment. the two other players filed in behind him and gave the punishment with ten cringing with each kiss from eric and jacob. once those were over, you heard a voice putting you on the spot from behind the cameras. “the hosts will give a 정수리 뽀뽀 and compliment too.” “what?” you asked as your eyes widened. ten’s smile grew and his fists raised in the air, “yaayyy!! more!!” the producer motioned for your cohost to go first. “thank you for being a good team player today.” they said before pressing a kiss to the top of his head, earning a chorus of “aww’s” from the rest of the room. your heart began pounding as it was now your turn. the nerves weren’t so much for your feelings for ten, considering you didn’t realize you’d had any until today. you knew that your 정수리 뽀뽀 was more of a fan service since ten had been so flirty all day. it wasn’t a tactic you were really crazy about but you complied anyways. you were more nervous about the negative reaction from fans, but this was a familiar feeling for you. with two tentative steps you were right behind the young idol and rested your hands on his shoulders. “thank you for your energy today. 10/10” you joked before leaning down to peck the crown of his head. once again the two teams “awed” at the small affection. one of your hands still rested on one of ten’s shoulders. he looked up at you with a sweet, genuine smile and pat your hand with his, almost saying he appreciated how you put up with him all day. the crew finally called a wrap for the day and you rushed off to your dressing room after the bows of appreciation. once behind the small solitude of your dressing room, you fell into the back of the closed door and took a breath that you felt you’d been holding in all day. your mind began to race with thoughts. does he actually like me or was he just messing around? do you even like him? why did he single you out? the more you thought about it the more stressed you got but before your mind could spiral too far, there was a knock at the door behind you. ten stood on the other side, offering you a sheepish look before asking to come in. “listen, i didn’t mean to overdo it today. i had no idea they were gonna ask you to do all that. i just wanting to apologize if i came on too strong.” he said sincerely. “oh, thank you. i just wasn’t sure if it was just a joke for the show or if you really liked me. which is fine if you don’t!” “actually, i really do and i’d like to take you out on a date, if you’ll let me.” ten’s offer took you aback and it showed on your face but you still thought for a minute. you had your entire fan base and career to think about but on the other hand… “ok, yeah, let me give you my number.” you held out your hand for his phone and put your number in. “great, i will call you.” ten said with a charming smile. “i look forward to it.”
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Ten things I notice about you | Jaehyun
SYNOPSIS: Jaehyun as a bakery owner and you are the familiar guest.
PAIRING: Jaehyun x Fem!reader
GENRE: Fluff | Just fluff | Stranger to lover
WORD COUNT: 9k+ words
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This senarios took me like months to finish. Jaehyun is really sweet in this story uwu. Anyway, fall is coming~ my favourite season is here <3 I hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts with me. I'm not an English native speaker. If you found mistakes then let me know, I'd love to take note. Happy reading~
_Tuesday_
"If you have to choose to eat only one kind of breakfast, what would it be?"
You are lying down on the sofa, hands holding your newest favourite book. You stop in the middle, lower your book down and think for a few secs before answering your best friend, Jungwoo.
"I guess I will choose combo pain au chocolat and coffee. But it must be the pain au chocolat from the bakery down street, 2 blocks from our building you know."
"Yeah, I know, very well indeed. You only choose its pastry since it opened." Jungwoo says, “continues to focus on how to clean up his wardrobe mess.
Jungwoo is your best friend. Your family and his are neighbors and you were born before him only 29 days. You have had each other since you both were just newborn, and now young adults. Sometimes people are concerned about why you and he are not a couple. But it is normal. In fact, he is the most active person when it comes to finding you your own prince charming.
"They have an almost perfect pain au chocolat using dark chocolate with 80% cocoa. Normally bakers only use like 50%-60% to make sure it is not too bitter but it's not my style. Besides, they are near, and they open early in the morning." You exhale. "How I wish to have one for tomorrow morning, hey, tomorrow is Wednesday, could you please..."
"Get you one while I am running past there tomorrow?" Jungwoo turns his head toward you. "With a cup of coffee from Ten's coffee shop. Okay will do."
"That's my best friend lady and gentlemen. Love ya." You wink and that makes Jungwoo goosebump.
"Why don't you join me tomorrow? Then we can have breakfast at Ten's coffee shop?"
"I must go to the airport early the next morning to bid farewell to my nephew Seojin. He will go back to UK for at least 2 more years. You will miss your favourite breakfast at Ten's if you wait for me so just eat your first, I can have mine when I get back."
"Got cha." Jungwoo nods. "Could you please help me down there? I seriously have no idea why I have this much clothes."
"Coming."
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_Wednesday_ 6 am
One of Jungwoo’s habits is running in the early morning. It makes him feel fresh and relaxed. Sometimes you join him, even though it's not your favourite thing to do. He will run for at least half an hour, then go back home, take a shower and get ready to grab his morning coffee and breakfast at Ten's coffee shop at 7 am.
Ten is also his and your close friend. You guys met in a coffee exhibition 2 years ago and you were instantly in love with Ten's special coffee recipe then. How small is the world, just a few months later, a new coffee shop appeared down street and turn out the owner is him.
Today Jungwoo visits the Jung bakery first. He remembers to get you your favourite dark pain au chocolat. The Jung bakery only bakes a few ones, twice a week on Wednesday and Sunday, and doesn't even put a name tag for it. That's why only loyal customers know. If it's not because you asked before whether they have any dark chocolate pastries with high amount of cocoa, then you might never know it exists.
The bell rang when Jungwoo opened the door. He goes straight to get your pain au chocolat, also a milk bread for him, and make a payment as usual. However today, welcome him is the new cashier, not the same person he always sees.
"Oh hi." Jungwoo is a bit of a surprise. "I'd like to pay for these."
"Sure, please wait me a bit." The cashier smiles and quickly scans the price, as well as prepare a box to put Jungwoo's bread on. The dimples keep showing on his handsome face. "You must have been here many times."
"Yeah, I did. But I haven't seen you around before?"
"I’m just here to help cause today the cashier is on sick leave. It's Jaehyun, nice to meet you! And here is your bread, enjoy." Jaehyun says and hands the paper bag at the same time.
"Thank you. I'm Jungwoo, great to meet you either. Me and my friend are also the loyal guests at Ten's coffee shop right next to you. I guess we will see you around more often from now on."
"Next time please come here with your friend too, I'd love to meet you both. Free extra cookies are on me." Jaehyun smiles.
"Deal."
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"Hey, how it's going?" Jungwoo asks. He welcomes you at his apartment with the box that contains your favourite pain au chocolat. He even puts the strain into the coffee cup for you. "Class today?"
"I just tired." You exhale, too exhausted after coming back from the airport. "Already missed Seojin. And yes, I have class this afternoon, biology class of Professor Kim. Urgg, can today be worse?" You pout.
"Come on, eat your breakfast and you will feel charged. I know this can light up your day."
"Uhmm, 100 points." You already finished half the pain au chocolat. "I don't know why they only bake this twice a week on Wednesday and Sunday. Even though this is a good idea, because I specially need more energy those days. But still, if they have it for the whole week, you might see this is the only breakfast I have."
"You are so obsessed with it." Jungwoo laughs. "Eat slowly. Oh, and your coffee has extra shot. Ten said you need that every time you have biology class."
"Aww, he is so sweet. He even remembers that. What did I do in the past life to have friends like you guys?"
"Then you should treat me well if you still want to meet me in your next life. I almost forgot to tell you. Today I met a new cashier at Jung Bakery, and he is very nice. He said next time, he will give us free cookies."
"Really? Cool! Thanks for the breakfast, Jungwoo." You grab your coffee. "I have to go to the library now, still have one more English homework need to be done. Enjoy your day off."
"See ya."
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_Thursday_
The morning class is over and you're on your way to meet Jungwoo for lunch. As soon as you turn left at the end of the A building, your eyes catch Jungwoo. It is not hard to recognize him with his height and bright face. But he isn't standing there alone. There is a girl, seem like she is giving him a gift or something. You slightly smile, Jungwoo is really famous with girls and he knows that well. However, the next thing you notice is that the girl quickly left with the gift still in her hands...
You wait for a few mins before getting out and wave your hand so he can see you. He smiles and immediately helps you carry your bag.
"Such a gentleman. I can see why girls go crazy about you."
"Well, I am always full of charm." He smirks.
"I saw you with a girl a moment ago."
"Yeah, she is my Literature classmate. She said she likes me, but I said I already liked someone else."
"If this is a scene in a movie then the person you're talking about must be me. But this is reality, so spill it friend, I'm listening."
Jungwoo laughs hard. "Yeah, it's not you. It's Ahreum. You know Ahreum from my History class, right?"
Your mouth forms into an O. "Of course, I remembered her. She is so nice. I actually met her on University Day, and she helped me find the Admin office. I also met her several times when I prepared for the radio show. She is on the sound check team if I’m not mistake?"
"Yes, that's her."
"Nice Jungwoo. I think you guys match very well." You wink and smile at him. "You might already know but she is still single, bro."
"I know." He laughs. "That is the first thing I have to make sure before taking another step."
You both sit down at the cafeteria near your university. It is neither too big nor small, and guests here always try not to speak too loudly. It makes the place has a chill and comfortable vibe that you both enjoy so much.
As you are scanning the menu, Jungwoo is whispering. "Y/N, we just sat down for a few mins, but the cashier is already noticed you."
You don't even take a glance at his way. "Nah, maybe I have something on my face, or I sit at his direction by chance. I want this, number 3 "The Rainbow", 1 sourdough slice only, and an apple juice no sugar."
"Got it. And I mean that sis. Remember the guy in your Public Health class last semester? He tried to be my friend just to get your attention. And that one from my soccer club too. He asked for your phone when he saw you coming to cheer for me."
He stops to call the waitress and order food for both of you. "But you rejected them all." He continues when the waitress left. "Y/N, it has been 4 years since your breakup. Don't you interest in anyone at this University?"
"Nope." You look straight at him, then you see his eyebrows scrunch a bit. It makes you tilt your head with a bit of hesitation in your voice. "So far? Look, I do notice boys around me, okay. But they are just not my type."
"I still remember your ideal type. The friend in my soccer club, what's about him? From my point of view, he is quite close to your type, isn't it?"
"Nah, he asks for my phone number the first time he sees me. That makes an introverted soul like me feel uncomfortable."
"Alright alright, eat your lunch first." He gestures you to eat your sandwich before it cold. "Let's see, no smoking is a must, a handsome man, in YOUR standard, he must be nice, gentle and funny."
"True." You nod. "But ideal type isn't that important, as long as he has good personality and we match well. Like someone who can watch Disney movies with me?" You shrug.
"You used to force me re-watch the whole High School Musical with you." He pouts.
"It is because you think Troy and Gabriella tried to steal the spot of Sharpay and Ryan on the first audition, but they were not."
"Yeah, now I know."
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_Friday_
Jaehyun is busy in the kitchen testing the ingredients for his new recipe. After graduating, he used to work as a chef but then chose to open his own bakery. He loves baking. He loves the smell of freshly baked. Even though he is busy from the morning till the end of day, he still loves what he does. Now after hiring staff to help, he finally has time to research and work on the new flavour.
He surely has his pick, Valrhona 70%, Vanilla Madagascar Bourbon. Here he is, testing the glaze for his blood orange cake. He wants the new cake to be ready this Sunday.
"Jaehyun, I already cleaned up everything. I will go back home now. You should get home soon too." The cashier calls him from the kitchen entrance.
"Oh I forgot about the time." He then takes a glance at his watch, it's 9 p.m. "Thank you for reminding me. I'll finish this and close the bakery. You worked hard today, see you tomorrow."
The cashier nods his head and closes the kitchen door. After pouring all the blood orange glaze into a clean jar and put it into the refrigerator, Jaehyun also quickly cleans up the place to head home.
As he is walking on the street, he notices there are a couple of kids playing in the playground. He also loves these places so much when he was small. Jaehyun takes a deep breath. He will have a busy weekend. He is planning to have some time off for himself soon if this new cake receives good feedback.
The first rain drop appears. Lucky for him, he remembers to bring the umbrella. However, he doesn't want to come home. This season rain comes and goes quickly. Besides, he hasn't eaten dinner. He decides he will have a noodle cup at GS25. This kind of weather is perfect to have noodles. His home is not too far, he can come back home anytime he wants.
He gets a cup of noodles, a boiled egg and one hot dog. Although he is not a big fan of instant food or junk food, he gladly to have it sometime. As he is waiting for his turn to pay, the door opens again and there was you quickly running in. Outside it is heavily rain now.
There are two things that make he notices about you, a strange person. Firstly, the way you close the door. Normally people will let it auto close, but you turn around and make sure it closes. And the second thing is, when you get into the line to wait for payment, he sees you pick exactly the same things with him, the same noodle flavour, a boiled egg and hot dog.
"How do you want to pay?" The cashier voice makes Jaehyun turns his head straight.
"By cash please."
He chooses one random table beside the window to drop his bag. Only a few mins later, you appear on the second floor. A sudden thunderclap while you're trying to get your noodle out of the machine makes you startle a bit. Luckily you didn't drop your whole hot noodle cup.
"Are you ok?"
You hear someone asking and as a natural reflex, you raise your head toward the sound. Very nice voice, you thought. This guy is tall, handsome, he looks young, maybe around the same age as you, and you can see the cute dimples when he smiles.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good. I was just startled because of the sudden loud sound. Thanks for asking."
"Where is your table? Let me help you bring it to your place."
No, I'm fine, no need to do that. You really want to refuse but somehow, you're not doing that. Instead, you point to your table and say: "Then could you please help? I sit there."
Your table accidentally the one right in front of Jaehyun's table. He really wants to ask if he can sit with you so that he will have a chance to talk with you more. But at the same time, he thinks it might make you feel uncomfortable. He is a stranger anyway. So, after putting down your stuff and wishing you enjoy your meal, he just returns to his table.
Today is a super busy day. You have a late lesson and ton of tasks need to be done for next week course. No one is home since your parents are enjoying their married ceremony trip. You slowly enjoy your noodle cup, perfect for this kind of weather. Sometimes you stop to look outside. You like rainy days, you like watching it like this. The smell of the air in the rain and after the rain makes you feel fresh. Drop your chopstick down, you get your phone to message Jungwoo and ask him to bring you an umbrella.
From the corner of your eyes, you notice the handsome guy is cleaning his table. Seems like he just finished eating and is about to leave. He then slowly approaches you with an umbrella in his hand.
"Hi, sorry it's me again. It is raining outside, and I notice you don't have an umbrella. My house is near here so I can quickly run. Do you need this?" He smiles shyly while offering his umbrella. His dimples pop up again and you notice his ears are pink too.
You smile widely, shake your head to let him know that you don't need it. "Oh, thank you! That is so nice of you. My friend will be here soon to catch me so no worry. Besides, even when your house is near, I don't want you to get wet."
"Ok." Jaehyun nods, right when he is about to say more, you hear Jungwoo calling your name.
"Y/N ah!"
You wave your hand and smile widely when you see him.
"Jungwoo?"
Jungwoo was surprised when he saw you talking to a strange guy from far away, but then turns out this strange guy knows him.
"Oh, you are the cashier I met earlier at the Jung bakery, Jaehyun, right?"
"Right, it's me. It great to see you again Jungwoo."
"You guys met each other before?" You question both.
"Yes, we did." Jungwoo nods. "He is the cashier I met at the Jung bakery; I told you remember? Jaehyun, this is Y/N, she is my best friend."
"Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Jaehyun." He reaches out to shake your hand.
"Nice to know you, Jaehyun. So, you are the one who promised to give Jungwoo free cookies next time he comes to Jung bakery."
"Ha ha yes that's me." He scratches the back of his head. His ears turn red again.
"We will make sure to go back next time. It is already 9, I should get Y/N home, or her parents will worry. I bring extra umbrella for you." Jungwoo gestures you to stand up and you quickly follow him after cleaning your table.
You give Jungwoo the hot dog you bought earlier. "I bought it for you."
"Nice, thank you. Jaehyun, we will go now. See you later!"
"Take care." Jaehyun waves his goodbye. He is still looking at your way after you leave. The world is so small, he is surprised at the way he knows you and your friend. He feels relief because you don't have to go out in the rain alone. There are three more things he notices about you. He thinks about you and Jungwoo, you both must have a special bond. He takes note that you have a pretty smile, and you seem bubbly. He can't wait to see you again at his bakery to find out what do you like.
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"How do you know him?" Jungwoo asks when both of you are on the way back to your apartment. "I mean Jaehyun."
"I actually don't know him. We accidentally met at GS25. He is offering me his umbrella and then you came." You shrug. "But he seems kind. Surprisingly you met him before."
Jungwoo nods his head. "From what I see, he seems nice. And if I'm not mistaken, he is your ideal type, sis." You can sense the mischievous in the way Jungwoo sounds.
"CLOSE. Close, okay." You raise your eyebrows at your best friend. "I won't deny that he looks attractive. But we barely talked, I know nothing about him."
"Do you want to pass by Jung bakery this weekend? On Sunday morning? My mom asks me to buy a new sourdough, and you can have a pain au chocolat for yourself."
"Deal. Do not just talking about my love life. What about you and Ahreum, anything new?"
Jungwoo turns to look at you with a big grin on his face. "I asked if she wants to watch a movie with me this weekend and she said yes."
"Ya bro, congratulations. Be good to her or else you will hear a whole lesson from me."
"Roger that."
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_Saturday_
You're sitting in Ten's coffee shop, nonstop typing to work on your assignment. Your professor wants you to finish research about blood pressure before the next subject. Ten was not only reserved a place near the window for you, but he also prepared double shot latte for you.
The weather is nice, the sky is blue and not too hot thanks to a huge rain last night. Sometime during your work, you take a look outside, wishing you were out there, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air. Taking a sip of coffee, you suddenly remember how caffein affects blood pressure. You promise to cut down on caffeine right after this busy week is done, even when you have no health problem.
Time flies so fast. You don't even realize it is lunch time. Not until your stomach growls and Ten approaches you.
"You want some lunch here?" He asks.
"Thank you but not today. Mom asked me to have lunch at home, today my grandmother will visit us. Have a nice day Ten."
"Nice day Y/N. Send my hello to your grandmother for me."
"I will. See you later!"
While packaging your stuff and ready to leave, you see a familiar person passing by. It is Jaehyun. He must go back to the bakery, you thought. After a few minutes thinking, you decide you will visit the bakery today. I can buy cookies for grandmother; I can treat myself with a small box of mini choux... You try to think about reasons why you want to go there, but deep inside, you know you just want to meet him again. It doesn't harm to get to know him better.
Jung bakery is just a few meters from Ten's coffee shop. The door is painted in white, it kind of different from most bakeries you know, which is coloured in brown. You push the door to step in. The doorbell is ringing and the first person you see is Jaehyun, who is busy organizing a new rack of freshly baked pastries.
"Welcome..." Jaehyun stops for a few seconds when he sees it is you. "Oh Y/N, hi."
"Hi Jaehyun." You smile. "How are you doing today?"
"Good, I guess, we had a busy Saturday morning. But I met a very lovely old couple. The grandfather is so careful toward his wife. They remind me of my grandparents."
"That's so lovely."
"Do you especially want anything today? Free cookies are on me."
"Oh no, no, I mean, Jungwoo isn't here today. We will come back tomorrow morning and you can give it to him then. I think I will have some soft cookies. And a box of mini choux." You grin.
"But I want to give you free cookies." Jaehyun smiles back. His ears are slowly turning red again. "You like cookies and choux here?"
"Cookies are for my grandmother, she is going to visit us today, and she likes soft vanilla cookies. Well, she shouldn't eat much but one is fine. Choux isn't my number 1 choice, but I haven't eaten it for a while. Oh, I won't take that craquelin, mini chocolate choux please." You point at the chocolate one. You should get them by yourself, but Jaehyun insists on doing that for you.
"Anything else?"
"That's enough, thanks Jaehyun."
"Then what do you like?"
"Me? Err a bit complicated?" You shrug. "But I love chocolate for sure, dark chocolate, around 80% cocoa and above. I really like the pain au chocolat here, the special version using dark chocolate. The baker here should get praise for making it."
Jaehyun laughs. His ears are now totally red after hearing your compliment. You haven't figured out he is that baker. He just nods his head constantly to let you know he is listening to everything you are saying.
"I guess you don't like things that is too sweet?"
"Yes, you're right, I prefer sweet and sour. What about you Jaehyun? What do you like?"
"I like dark chocolate too. I think we have the same taste. My pick here along with Pain Au Chocolat is Salted Chocolate Brownie Cookie."
You can feel your phone ringing inside the pocket. You excuse Jaehyun to answer the phone call from your mom. She said your grandparents are home now and asked if you could go back soon.
"Sorry Jaehyun, I gotta go now. It's nice talking with you today."
"Your cookies." Jaehyun nods and hands you your paper bag. "I guess I will see you tomorrow?"
"Of course, Jungwoo and I will be here tomorrow morning. See you then!"
"Have a nice day Y/N."
He looks at your small figure. Still the same way of closing the door. Today he knows one more thing about you: You love dark chocolate.
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Your grandparents greeted you with a warm hug. They still choose to live together in their small house in the suburbs instead of moving to Seoul. Grandmother said that she loves the air there, while grandfather has his friend group who always love to play chess with him every afternoon. The house has a small garden with a lot of roses. Grandfather said it is grandmother's favourite flower.
"I miss you so much, baby girl."
"Grandmother, I'm an adult now, only you keep calling me baby girl." You pout.
"In my eyes, you will always be a baby girl who loves watching me take care of roses and running toward your grandfather's way every time he says let's take a picture." Your grandmother smoothing your hair.
"I bought your favourite vanilla soft cookies." You open the paper bag and there is something to surprise you. Not only two cookies and a box of choux you bought earlier, but you also find one more cookie that noted "Salt Chocolate Brownie Cookie" and a small piece of dark chocolate.
Jaehyun's favourite things. You're not aware that you're smiling like an idiot until your father calls you and asks you to help him in the kitchen.
"I'm coming dad."
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_Sunday_
You woke up early, rode a bike around Han River and took a shower before texting Jungwoo. After half an hour preparing, with two pumps of your first pick perfume, and finally stepping into your favourite light purple sneakers, you are now ready to go out.
Jungwoo is patiently waiting for you downstair. When he sees you are coming, he smiles. You definitely care about your appearance today. Normally it only takes you 10 mins to get ready. He is not sure what or who affects your decision, but he has a name on his head.
"Morning." He welcomes you. "Look like someone is in a very good state."
"ME." You point at yourself. "I had a good sleep last night; I woke up early this morning and I even had some time to ride a bike. It has been a while since I have had this much spare time. Now I get why people keep advising you to live a healthy life."
"Look who is talking, a future doctor. Besides, I think you still care about your health, it’s just you are too busy lately."
"Maybe you're right. Hey, my grandparents visited yesterday. Grandmother made a whole box of kimchi dumplings for you. I will give it to you later."
"She is like my grandmother too. Are your grandparents well?"
"Sure, they are. They look so happy every time I meet them. How I wish I could be like that when I am older."
"Not just you sis, they are basically everyone's dream." He smiles.
"I will visit Ten first, do you want a drink?"
"One ice americano please. Then I'll go to the bakery first, see you there."
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Jaehyun should have stayed in the kitchen today but he couldn't keep himself away from the main room. He uses every spare time to tiptoes and sneakily takes a peek at the main room, that makes other bakers who work with him and even the cashier looks at him in curios. They used to sell new cake before, but they had never seen their boss act like this. Only Jaehyun knows the main reason why he keeps going back and forth.
The door opens and Jungwoo steps in. As usual, he goes straight to get your Pain Au Chocolat first then looks around. Jaehyun was standing behind the door when Jungwoo came. He assumes that you come with Jungwoo, it takes him less than one minute to leave his apron and oven glove behind to go out.
"Good morning Jungwoo!"
"Hi Jaehyun. How are you today?"
"I'm doing good." Jaehyun answers but instead of fixing his eyes on Jungwoo, he glances around trying to find your presence. Jungwoo seems to sense this as well. He slightly smirks before giving the new friend an assurance statement.
"Y/N is buying drinks, she will be here soon."
"I see..." Jaehyun nods his head. "Did you choose what you like? Today we have a new cake, Blood Orange Bundt Cake, maybe you would like to have a try?"
He notices Jungwoo only gets one Pain Au Chocolat, and it makes him quite confused. Isn’t he supposed to get two for you and for himself?
"Sorry to ask but I see you only grabbed one Pain Au Chocolat? We still have many."
"Oh, actually this is not my favourite, sorry to the baker but I'd prefer something sweeter, or soft cakes, so I'd love to try the new Bundt cake. I only bought this for Y/N, she is so obsessed with it."
"Hi guys, hi Jaehyun~" Your bubbly voice echoes in the air. You look pretty today; and Jaehyun can smell the sea salt and sage when you step inside. The sense is very fresh. Must be her perfume.
"Good morning Y/N."
"How are you guys doing?"
"I'm picking today's sweet treats follow Jaehyun's suggestion." Jungwoo smiles and slightly waves the tray in front of your eyes. "Your number one pick is already here, no worry sis."
"I am not worrying about that." You glare at him before turning to Jaehyun. "What are you suggesting for him?"
"I told him we have a new cake today, Blood Orange Bundt Cake. I have a small piece for tasting here, wait for me a bit." Jaehyun quickly excuses himself to the kitchen.
You find things seem a bit strange. As you remember, Jaehyun is a cashier, but the old cashier is here. Besides, if the bakery wants the customer to have a taste before buying, they should put it here so that everyone knows. You are confused but before asking your best friend, he says another thing that catches your attention.
"I think he cares about you." Jungwoo nudges your shoulder. "He was obviously looking for you while you weren't here. He didn't even refuse that." He smirks.
"So what? We told him we would be here today, there would be nothing strange if he was looking for me. Maybe he was just curious."
That's when the kitchen door opens and Jaehyun comes back with two slices of the new cake. He asks both of you to sit down.
"Our new cake guys. Enjoy eating." He gives you both clean forks.
"Thanks, Jaehyun, it smells good." You smile. "And delicious." You nod your head after tasting one piece. "Sweet and sour at the same time. I love it."
The smile spreads across Jaehyun's lip. Jungwoo also nods his head in approve. "She's right, this one is a boom, Jaehyun. You said it is new, right? Soon, it will be one of the top sellers. I am already a fan of it."
"Thanks guy." Jaehyun shyly scratches the back of his neck. “Fruity pastries aren’t my strength. It’s great to hear such compliments from you two.”
"Oh, I almost forget." You put the fork down and grab the Matcha latte cup on the table, hand it to Jaehyun. "I bought this for you. I want to thank you for your cookies yesterday. I don't know what you like and whether you drink caffein or not, so I bought Matcha latte, hope it's ok."
Jaehyun eyes soften. "You don't have to do that. Thanks Y/N! Matcha latte is good. And for your information, I can drink caffein, I prefer coffee to tea...I mean if you want to know." His ears are turning red again.
You giggle. "Yes, I'd love to know that. Can we stay here for a while? I'd like to enjoy my Pain Au Chocolat before it gets cold."
"Do you want me to heat it up for you? Jaehyun suggests.
"That'd be great but am I bothering the baker?"
"No worries, you're not bothering me at all."
"You are the baker here?" Jungwoo looks at him confusedly.
"Yup I am. Actually, I am the owner here." Jaehyun sheepily smiles. "My full name is Jung Jaehyun, and that's how I named the bakery, Jung bakery."
"I thought you were a cashier, and I couldn't help but wonder why you don't have to work, sorry." Jungwoo says.
"Me either, hehe sorry Jaehyun."
"It's ok." Jaehyun laughs. "I should have told you earlier. Here, let me heat up the Pain Au Chocolat for you. And do you want another slice of this Bundt cake or something else Jungwoo?"
"A big slice of Blook Orange Bundt is perfect, thanks chef!"
Jaehyun takes your bread with him and disappears to the kitchen. You and Jungwoo share a look before you both laugh out loud.
"Uhmmm, so he cares about you, and he bakes your favourite bread."
"You love teasing me, don't you?" You wince.
"Sis, I am serious. Jaehyun seems like a good guy, at least I think you guy can be a very good friend."
"Ok ok, stop it. He will get back here soon."
Jaehyun soon is back with two plates. He carefully puts them down on the table and then accuses to back to work since customer is coming more and more. You cut the bread, the scrunchy sound is perfect, and its smell is definitely a blessing to your soul. You love the bakery; you love good coffee, and you love a peaceful morning spent with your close friends.
Before leaving, you and Jungwoo decide to buy some more sweet treats, and of course can't forget the sourdough bread for Jungwoo's mom. Jaehyun insists he wants to pack all by himself. The cashier couldn't help but let his boss do his job.
Jungwoo goes back home quick, just to give his mom the freshly baked bread. He also helps you leave your pack inside a refrigerator. Today you and him have an important thing that needs to be done, which is helping Jungwoo buy a gift for Ahreum. He has a movie date with Ahreum today evening and your friend wants to give her a small gift. You found it really lovely.
You get back home at 2pm after having lunch. Jungwoo is having his first date and you feel so happy for him. At the same time, you can't help but think when you will be able to find yourself a lover.
You open the refrigerator and see the paper bag from Jung bakery. Jung Jaehyun really knows how to make small surprises. Besides what you bought earlier, you find another extra cookie, and a note says that "Dark chocolate fill with Salted Caramel. I'm testing this new recipe and I want you to be the first one who taste it ^.^"
The smile spread across your lips when you read his note. Cute. But Jaehyun is not only knows how to make small surprise, but he also knows how to give you a big one. Another note falls out of the bag when you try to take out the lime roll cake.
"Y/N, do you want to go out and watch a movie with me tonight? This is my phone number, text me if you have some spare time and if you feel comfortable enough."
- Jaehyun -
Your mouth forms a slight O and you keep reading his message again and again. You walk back and forth in the living room for at least half an hour. Do you have free time tonight? Yes, you already finished all the tasks and tonight is a Sunday night. Do you feel happy? Yes, in fact. Do you want to go out with him? Yes.
Jaehyun is a definition of what you all ever imagine about a prince charming. The only thing that is preventing you is your scaredy-cat soul.
You get the phone from your pocket and unhesitant text Jaehyun. Well, go big or go home. Why do you have to reject him just because you feel insecure that things might not work?
The guests are still coming but Jaehyun is not that busy. His bakery always closes sooner every Sunday as the way he treats himself, and his co-worker, so that they have full energy for the whole new week. He puts the glove down right when he feels his phone vibrating inside the apron's pocket.
"YES!" His voice echoes inside the kitchen and makes everyone turn around and look at him.
"You must receive some good news." One of the bakers asks him.
"I was wondering the same thing. He looked anxious the whole day." Another baker adds.
"Nothing guys." Jaehyun says nothing but his ears are red. His eyes are sparkling. His hand keeps scratching the back of his neck. And he couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Everyone can clearly see that he is very happy.
Jaehyun takes a glance at his watch. It is almost 4 p.m. The bakery is about to close. He quickly cleans things in the kitchen so that he can return home right when the bakery closes and prepare to hang out with you tonight.
4.03 pm
Jaehyun turns the sign to CLOSE. The cashier just left a few secs ago. Jaehyun looks at the kitchen and main room once again before getting his backpack and locks the bakery's door carefully.
He passes by the flower shop on his way home. He chooses a small bouquet of pink tulips. It catches his eye right when he steps into the shop, he thinks it is perfect for you, with those pink soft petals and green leaves. If he must choose one color to describe you, it'd be pink. Lovely, bright and full of charm.
After paying, he quickly returns home to take a shower. He is going to have the first date with you tonight, at 5.30 pm. First date.
His voice can be heard inside the bathroom. Jaehyun has a warm voice, but he rarely sings. Normally he is too focused on baking to sing. But the happy feeling makes him want to sing today.
Jaehyun chooses a loose white T-shirt, along with a pair of jeans and a leather belt. Casual. He already decided which perfume he is going to use tonight. He then looks at his reflection in the mirror and takes a deep breath. Nervous but excited, especially when the time to his date is near.
5.20 pm
Jaehyun is already standing on the first floor of your apartment and patiently waiting for you. He holds the tulip bouquet in his hand and walks back and forth slowly. You can see him from far away. How can he look so good even with just a simple loose white T-shirt? Your heart skips so many beats as you come closer to him.
His eyes meet yours and he welcomes you with the most beautiful smile you think you have ever seen.
"Hi Jaehyun." You shyly say in a tiny voice.
"Hi Y/N, I bought this for you."
"I love it, thanks. I really like flowers, and the pink color."
A big smile appears on Jaehyun's face. So, you like pink. He got the color right; he is having a good start.
"You look beautiful today, shall we get going?"
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You are now sitting on Jaehyun's car with the bouquet on your thigh. He turns on the radio and the familiar melody fills the place.
"I see the light." You slightly nod your head, approve of his song's choice.
"Do you like Disney?" Jaehyun takes a glance at you from his driver seat, sheepishly asks.
"I do. I am a huge fan of Disney." You giggle and that makes Jaehyun feel relief. One more thing to take note of you.
"Where are we going?"
"I know a very cozy restaurant with delicious food. Is there anything you can't eat?"
"No, I am not allergic to anything. You?"
"Me either. My favourite food is spicy pork. What about you?"
"I like many things, but my mom's sweet and sour pork rib is the best."
Things are flowing well. You and he can't stop with small talk on the way to the restaurant. Jaehyun is a gentleman, and he is so down-to-earth person. He knows how to make you feel comfortable. He shows his good manners. He is super funny, much funnier than you thought. And he shares similar tastes with you on so many things. He makes you feel like you have known him for a long time, not just a week.
"What movie do you want to watch?" You ask him when you both stand in front of those movie posters inside a cinema theatre.
"Lady first, what movie do you want to choose?" He gestures to you to pick.
"Should we say it at the same time? I already had my pick."
"Funny, ok I'm on it."
"Ready! 1, 2, 3. Elementals."
You both say it at the same time and laugh.
"You choose it because I played I see the light on the car or because of your love with Disney movie?" Jaehyun asks.
"Both. I prefer animation, comedy, romance, kinda like that. Not scary and horror movies. Besides, this one has good reviews, and you like Disney too so I think it's a good choice for both of us."
"Nice. I watched its trailer, it seems interesting. Let's go. I'll buy a ticket."
"Then let me buy popcorn and drink." You offer.
"Deal." Jaehyun nods after a few seconds. He then turns to face you and speaks. "But next time please let me pay for it. I am the one who asked you to go out with me."
"So, it's mean we will have the second date?" You say in a super tiny voice.
Jaehyun quirks his eyebrows. He lowers his head to look at you closer. "What did you say?"
Your eyes met his. He has such beautiful eyes. Why does he look so perfect? Your heart skips so many beats and you think if he gets even closer, he will be able to hear it.
"Huh, nothing. Let's get in line." You blink your eyes and turn around to get into the line. Jaehyun is smiling behind you at how adorable you act.
Your first date with him is coming to an end. You're waiting for Jaehyun in front of the theatre while he is getting his car. Jaehyun's jacket has a warm and sweet smell, something like vanilla. It feels like him, warm and sweet.
His car stops and there is Jaehyun, running out to open the car door for you to hop in. He mumbles "careful" while keeping his hand above your head.
"I turned on the heater, let me know if you still feel cold."
"It is warm now, thanks Jaehyun. Do you mind if I play some music?"
"No, not at all. How about you choose the music this time?" Jaehyun smiles and takes a glance at you. "I'd like to know your favourite song."
"Alright. It's not Disney though. But I promise it is good."
During the drive back home, Jaehyun shares with you his decision of opening his own bakery. It was not easy at all, but he is lucky that his parents are his biggest supporter. You talk about your dream of becoming a good doctor. That's why you chose this course but now you're a bit struggling.
"You shouldn't force yourself too much." Jaehyun says. "You're not simply studying, you're acquiring it, and because it is needed to help people, which you want to do, right? I always tried to think about that during my course, to make the lessons less boring." He grins.
"You used to feel boring during your classes?" You surprise. "I know chefs also have to learn both theory and practice. But isn't it should be more interesting when you have more chance to practice?"
"Yup, but not when you have to learn how to cut onion again and again."
You laugh at Jaehyun's story. You totally agree with him. Helping people is what you want to do, helping people makes you happy and that is your biggest motivation to do the best on this course.
As the car enters the parking lot, you start to feel sad and disappoint a bit. This is the best first date ever and Jaehyun is much more charming than you thought he could be. He opens the door for you and you both walk together back to your home.
The weather is very nice. You take a deep breath to enjoy the fresh air. There are moments when Jaehyun's hand slightly brushes your hand but you both do nothing. He then breaks the silence first.
"May I ask how long have you known Jungwoo? I know you too are best friend, seems like you both know each other for a very long time."
"I have known him my whole life." You grin. "Our parents are good friends too and they are neighbors. Then me and Jungwoo were born in the same year, amazing, isn't it." You turn to face him. "He is my childhood friend, my best friend, and sometimes like my big brother since I am an only child."
"It's amazing. Good to hear that you have a very good friend that always stays by your side." Jaehyun nods.
"I know. I think I am very lucky to have him as a friend. Do you have many close friends?"
"I do, I have some close friends, but not too many. Most of them are my classmates during high school. It was a good old time. We play games together, play basketball together. They visit my bakery quite often. I hope I can introduce them to you. They're all good guys I promise." Jaehyun puts his hand on the sky. His dimple is showing again, and he makes you laugh at his adorable dork side.
"Well then I'd like to meet them too."
You can see your apartment building now. It is time to bid goodbye.
"Do you have class tomorrow?" Jaehyun asks.
"Yeah, I do have one class in the early morning, and a team meeting in the afternoon. You will close the bakery tomorrow, right?
He nods. "Yes, do you want to visit the bakery tomorrow after you are done with the meeting? I was practicing the new recipe and it'd be great if you can help me with the taste." He scratches the back of his neck.
"I will. I'd love to do that Jaehyun." The smile spreads across your lip. "I will see you tomorrow then."
"I have a super fun day, thank you Y/N. Goodnight!"
"Me either. Wish you have a good dream." You wave your hand and slowly go toward your apartment. "Get safe, text me when you get back home."
Jaehyun nods and raises his hand waving at you too. He still stands there for a few more minutes until he no longer sees your figure. He walks back to his home, sometimes skipping on the street and the smile is non-stop appears on his handsome face. Today he has a chance to talk more with you, to know more about you. You have dimples, not very clearly but he can show it whenever you tighten your lips. He couldn't wait until he could see you again tomorrow.
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One missed call from Jungwoo and two new messages unread right when you finished showering. He seems very excited and can't wait to tell you about his first date with Ahreum.
"Bro, I just got back home half an hour ago. How was your first date?" Your voice echoes through the phone.
"I had an amazing day today. She is so sweet, and you know what, we will have the second date next week."
You can even hear the happiness in Jungwoo's voice. "I'm so happy for you Jungwoo. Let me guess, you are non-stop smiling on the bed right now. Are you sure you can sleep well tonight?"
"If I dream about her."
"Eww cheesy."
"But you, Y/N, I just realized it is almost 10. Where did you go, may I ask, my best friend?"
"I went to a cinema and watched Elementals."
"With?"
You roll your eyes before answering Jungwoo. "Jaehyun"
"Ok...What? You hang out with Jaehyun?"
"Calm down, you are going to wake up all the neighbors. I can even hear your voice from my apartment."
"Now that's too much sis. But seriously, you too watched a movie together? Is that a date?" His mischievous laugh could be hear clearly.
"Is that?"
"I'm asking you."
"Yes, it is, it is a date. You happy now? Jaehyun is so nice, Jungwoo. He is much more charming than I have ever thought, than we have ever thought. He is such a gentleman, and he takes good care of me today. I truly think this is my best first date."
"While I am seriously thinking that I should talk with him more. To see how he is able to win my best friend's heart in such a short time. But you sound happy Y/N."
"Do not scare him, what if he run away?"
Jungwoo laughs hard. "How can I? Besides, he won't do that. From what I saw earlier, he is so whipped for you. Finally, you are no longer single."
"Hey that's too fast, we haven't done anything yet. I have to dry my hair now. Sleep and I hope you dream about your princess tonight."
"Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight."
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Monday is always a tough day. But today is different. The early morning class wasn't that hard. The meeting went well. Even the strict professor didn't give your class extra homework. And you are going to meet Jaehyun. Perfect.
The bakery's sign is close; but the room is bright as usual. Jaehyun is waiting for you on the waiting bench inside. You pop your head round the door and show him the bright smile.
"Good evening."
"Hi, you really came." Jaehyun instantly stands up.
"Of course I am. I had a great day today. Everything went well. How was your day Jaehyun?"
"Great, it's good seeing you happy like that. You know, I just visited the local market, look what I bought." Jaehyun shows you the package and you can immediately recognize it.
"Hot tteok?"
"Well, it is no longer hot but yeah. Do you like it?"
"Yes. When I was a little kid, my mom usually bought it for me when she went to the local market. Part of the childhood." You shrug.
"Do you want to visit my workplace?"
"Isn't this place?"
"I mean the kitchen." He laughs. "I barely stay in the main room. Come on, let me show you."
You follow him. The kitchen and the main room are just separated by a door and a small lobby. The kitchen, surprisingly, doesn't look like those kitchens you always see in the movie. It is much more interesting than that.
"You have a kitchen bar?"
"Surprise!" Jaehyun spreads his arms and turns around looking at you with a proud face. "This is where I spend most of time, so I don't want it just simply a kitchen. There is a storage room, and an office room over there for everyone to rest too."
"This is amazing. You are amazing Jaehyun."
You are busy scanning around, while Jaehyun's eyes are focusing on you. Your face fills with awe and he thinks that is really cute.
"Thank you! Oh my God I'm sorry, you must be hungry. I forgot that I should heat up the cake for you first."
"No need to rush, I'm good." You smile gently. "You must put a lot of effort into this. Your workspace is so cool."
"I don't think I can handle it all without the help from my family and my friends. I really appreciate their help. Happy to hear that you love it."
You sit down at one of the chairs in front of his kitchen bar. Looking at Jaehyun, who is heating up the cake, you finally understand why people say that hard-working men are attractive. You cannot stop yourself from smiling.
"You want to try something new?" He turns around. His dimple shows up and you feel your heart beating faster again.
"What new?"
"I will show you..." He nods his head at the ting sound of the microwave. "After we eat the tteok."
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"Y/N, have you ever wondered why I only have freshly baked Pain Au Chocolat on Wednesday and Sunday?" Jaehyun asks. He takes something out of the refrigerator.
"I know nothing about baking." You grin. "But I used to tell Jungwoo that I was actually satisfied with the fact that Jung Bakery doesn't provide it daily. Wednesday is the toughest day and Sunday is the rest day of the week for me. I need extra happiness on those days."
Jaehyun laughs. In front of you now is dough, and two bakery rollers.
"Good things take time." He smiles. "My teacher said Making croissants is a project. It needs time to rest, to develop all the layers. It doesn't mean we can't make it daily, there are lots of recipes that allow you to do that. But I strongly agree with you that we need extra happiness on Wednesday and Sunday, that's also a reason why I have more sweet treats on the menu those days. And 10% off on Monday." He winks.
You both share a look before laughing. "So, I didn't say nonsense things. What is the new thing that you ask me to try?"
"Do you want to make a pain au chocolat yourself?"
"Like how?"
"Here, let me show you."
You come and stand beside him. Even though this is not the first time you stand too close next to him, you still can't stop yourself from, firstly, distracting, and secondly, nervous. The height gap, his perfume, his face, everything about him makes your heart flutter.
"You should roll the dough like this until..." Jaehyun keeps talking but you can only catch some of the words. Sometimes you think you are lucky that he isn't your professor's TA or kind of like that because you will definitely become a nonprofessional person if you work with him.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah? Oh, I'm so sorry, I was spaced out a bit. Can you please repeat the move?"
Instead of explaining again, Jaehyun steps behind you and wraps his arms around you. You feel like your heart stops beating for 1 second. He is so close that you can even feel his hot breath on your skin.
He holds your hand and rolls the dough with you. "There."
The process is quite interesting, but you are too distracted by Jaehyun. You turn your head to look at him, but his face is now so close to you.
"Y/N." He calls your name again. His voice is so warm. His eyes are so beautiful. He looks beautiful.
You lean in and kiss him, a light kiss on his plump lips. You both looking at each other. Jaehyun doesn't look so surprised at your action. The next thing he does surprises you more. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulls you closer and kisses you back.
"I really like you Y/N." Jaehyun breaks out into a huge smile. "From the first time I saw you, I already wished that I had a chance to meet you again. I want to see you more; I want to be with you_"
You hug him. "Me too." You chuckle. "Things I love the most today is meeting you.”
“How would you feel about going out on a date with me tomorrow?” He asks, his eyes soften.
"I'd love to. You always know how to give me surprise Jaehyun.”
“I did?”
“Yes. What are we going to do tomorrow?”
“I’m thinking of Disney movie marathon but let save it for the weekend. Since you said I know how to give you surprises, it is a secret now.” He laughs.
“As long as there is you.” You smile.
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Chapter Sixteen: Vanilla | The Centre Cannot Hold: KTH (m)
Chapter characters/pairings: Taehyung x f!reader | AU/Genre: non idol au, angst, smut (see warnings below) see series m.post for fic summary etc.
Rating/Chapter warnings: ⚠️🔞 M - Adults only! 🔞⚠️SMUT (f>m oral, m/f unprotected sex - a little bit rough)
Word count: 4.8K
<<< Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Seventeen >>>
Taehyung relaxes into the scent of vanilla, its warmth reviving him as he sips his latte in the busy café. Seojin’s thrums with energy; life, in all its vibrancy, gathers around the tables, sipping at coffee, eating pastries, laughing and gossiping. In a corner, quieter than the cacophony of laughter and conversation, sits an older woman in her seventies. More so than any of the other people there, Taehyung finds his gaze drawn to her: she fusses over a little Pomeranian in a carrier on the seat beside her, giving it little treats, smiling widely as another woman of a similar age joins her.
Taehyung’s attention returns to them time and time again; he is entranced by the grace of the two women and their close bond. He watches all the little things they do for each other, slicing cake and pouring tea in a practised ceremony, flicking a crumb of cake from a lip with a delicate flick of a little finger. He’s amazed by the gentle way they anticipate each others’ movements, words and thoughts. As they come to rest they sit in easy quiet, each of their right hands on their cups, their left hands entwined on the table where promises of gold catch the late afternoon light. That’s real love, he smiles, wondering if in fifty years time you two might be doing the very same thing…
“Hey, I didn’t think we were allowed here anymore?” Jihan asks, startling Taehyung; when he recovers himself, his hand over his pounding heart, he stands and greets his friend with a hug.
“Didn’t Aera ban you?” Jihan teases before a look of dawning comprehension falls over his face, “Wait, when Jihoon said he needed to speak to you… What was that about exactly?” Taehyung’s affection for Jihan surges; even now, after all the time that has passed, he avoids speaking your name, obviously not wanting to hurt Taehyung.
“Yes, it was about her,” Taehyung confirms, unable to contain his grin, “He wanted to tell me that she loves me and to ask me if I knew that I love her.”
Jihan stares agog, on the edge of his seat, “Well? I mean of course she does. You do too, right?”
Taehyung laughs, “Of course I do,” he decides not to keep Jihan lingering in suspense, “So last night I told her, and she told me, and now we’re together,” for a moment he’s struck by the simplicity of it all, and can only smile daftly.
Jihan has to clasp his hand over his mouth to stop himself from swearing loudly, then he’s off his feet again and hugging Taehyung clumsily, “Wait - so why are you here with me and not over the road with her?” he asks when he settles down.
Taehyung’s smile falls a little, “She doesn’t live there anymore,” he says, “And I’m giving her time to tell Ellie about us… It’s been awhile and I’ve heard nothing so -”
Jihan laughs and interrupts, “So you called your favourite person to stop you from going straight over there and demanding to see her?”
Taehyung smiles, “Actually, I don’t know where she lives yet, so no,” he admonishes with a disappointed click of his tongue, his tone superior, “I called you because you understand more about me and her than anybody and I just wanted to tell you.”
Jihan looks abashed, “I’m sorry, I’m obviously very happy for you, you can tell me all about it…” then his eyes narrow as his sharp mind spins, “So…that’s it, is it? You didn’t also want someone to help you theorise how Ellie will react?” he asks astutely.
It’s Taehyung’s turn to look abashed, “Well yeah,” he admits, “That too.”
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“I just don’t understand,” Aera shakes her head; the front door opens and shuts, but nobody pays any attention, “After all the things he’s done, the way he’s treated women and the things he’s said to you -”
“He’s a dick,” Ellie interrupts.
“Wait, wait a second,” comes a breathless call from Jihoon as he skids in, not bothering to knock, kicking his shoes off as he enters the kitchen, “We all make mistakes…”
“We wondered what happened to you,” Ellie says, suspicion in her tone as Jihoon walks past her to the sink, “You’ve been suspiciously quiet.”
Jihoon pours himself a glass of water, drinking it in one. Breathless, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and turns to face his friends, ‘Well, I came because I was called,” he explains, nodding in your direction.
Your friends look to you for explanation, “I know Jihoon spoke to Taehyung and set last night up, so I thought he’d throw some light on things,” you offer.
Jihoon nods, “Listen, I know you guys don’t really like Taehyung,” he says to the others, “But at some point you have to admit that what she did to him was wrong to start with. You know that don’t you?” He asks, turning his attention to you.
As you open your mouth to agree, Ellie interrupts, “She did what she had to!”
“Ellie, I love you,” you say, “I really do - and I love that you always have my back, but you know you had your doubts about what I was doing back then. You all did. I love that you love me enough to agree with me even when I’m in the wrong, but we all have to admit I brought a lot of the situation with Taehyung on myself. That’s my responsibility.”
“Maybe it is, but maybe we should have called you out, that’s what good friends should do,” Aera admits, and Ellie bites her lip in consideration.
“I did call it out - but I should have done more,” Minho admits, turning his attention to Jihoon, “Is that what you did?”
Jihoon nods, “Yeah, I thought something had to happen… but I think I should’ve said something sooner and probably to you guys too.”
Minho nods quietly in agreement, “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve all been too silent about all this.”
Ellie looks non-plussed, “Said what?” she asks impatiently, looking at you and Aera who are as confused as she is.
Minho and Jihoon share a look of understanding and Minho turns to you, “I’m sure I speak for everyone, whether they’ll admit it or not,” he says glancing around them, “When I say that we suspected Taehyung had feelings for you before but we didn’t know…”
“He is emotionally constipated,” Jihoon says sagely, drawing a general murmur of assent.
Minho continues, “But I think after it happened, when you cut him out, seeing things spiral, we all knew that he had real feelings for you and we should have said.”
“I didn’t!” Ellie says indignantly.
“I did,” Jihoon admits, telling you all about the night he escorted Taehyung from his party, explaining how crushed Taehyung looked, how desperate to see you he seemed, how broken when Jihoon wouldn’t let him, “I knew then he really cared, but he’d hurt you so badly that I thought it best to let it go. I’m sorry,” he concludes.
You smile and reach for his hand, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, you’re a good friend.”
“We should have been more honest with you,” Minho says strongly, “We let you carry on with your insane belief that he didn’t have feelings for you, even though that hurt you and made everything worse, because we didn’t think he was good for you.”
“When you say it like that, it makes us sound like bad people,” Aera says in a small voice.
Again, you open your mouth to reassure her, but Ellie gets there first, “Except that we were right!” She turns to you, “It’s not like I don’t like him, but I have serious doubts about him. He’s possessive and demanding and now we’ve seen how cruel he can be, that bothers me. I’m worried for you.”
Everyone waits for your reaction and you sigh, “You’re right,” you admit, “I’m not an idiot - I know he’s no saint, but I love him and I can’t change that. And even if I could, I don’t think I want to. I’m not going to dive into his head first - I will take it slow, I will be careful,” you promise and Ellie visibly relaxes as you take a breath, “But my life is happier with Taehyung in it and I trust him.”
“What do you need from us?” Aera smiles, “Obviously, we’ll accept him… hey, he should come for dinner here tonight,” she suggests and everyone nods.
“Thanks,” you smile, wondering what else you should say, not wanting to admit you’ve already invited him.
“Look - we’ll be more honest with you,” Minho says, sensing your unease and taking control, “And you have to stay honest with us. I know it’s your life and you can do as you want, but we take care of each other. Trust me, I want nothing more than for him to make you happy, but if it isn’t working, we’ll be here, always, yeah?”
“Thank you, I love you all,” you smile as they nod in agreement, “No more secrets and half-truths,” you promise.
Ellie grins, finally satisfied, “We better get on with this cooking,” she prompts, shaking her arms out, “And you, matchmaker, can tell us all exactly what your role was in all this…” she commands, gesturing at Jihoon who smiles guiltily and begins his tale, starting with the role Jihan played.
You move towards the counter to start prepping veg, but Aera blocks your path, “Nuh uh,” she laughs, “Go change into clothes that actually fit you first before your sleeves catch light, then you better call Taehyung and invite him.”
Blushing, Ellie pauses her conversation with Jihoon for a moment to turn to you, “Maybe you could invite Jihan too?” she stutters, suddenly embarrassed, “We haven’t seen him in a while…”
Minho snickers and makes mocking kissy sounds; she throws a dishcloth at him as you all laugh, “Oh, you can all fuck off,” she whines as the front open and closes again.
‘Well?” demands Jessi from the doorway, causing all five of you to turn, “Did you?” she asks, pointing at you.
“Did I what?” you ask, feigning innocence.
“Did you fuck him?” she demands, her exasperation obvious.
“Yes!” reply your other friends in one loud voice.
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Laden with bags of extra things Ellie thought of, Taehyung and Jihan follow your instructions to just head in on arrival. Hearing his own name, he silently mouths “Shhh,” as he looks at Jihan, saying nothing as they linger in the hallway. He hears the combined voices of you and your friends, and the sound of a speakerphone and wants to know what’s being said about him.
“Minho -” you say, sounding serious.
“Wait,” he says, “Telepathy moment. I know what you’re about to say, but you’re wrong. You don’t need to have the conversation, let me tell Jiho and let him pass it on. Give Siwon the space to deal with it before he has to face it, or you, or worse, you and Taehyung.”
Aera’s voice pipes up over the speaker too, “Telling him yourself will ambush him. It would be harder for him.”
Jihoon joins in from the kitchen, “It’s gonna be a blow for him, dude, because it’s Taehyung. He’s gonna feel like he was nothing but an interruption.”
You sigh, “Ok ok ok,” Taehyung smirks at the habit you’ve picked up from him, “You’re right, I guess. It just feels cowardly that’s all and I said I’d stop being like that after what it’s done to Taehyung.”
Taehyung misses your friends reassuring you, lost for a moment in a surging sense of joy to hear the love in your voice, to hear your love for him… How did he never see it before? He picks the conversation back up as you speak again, “You guys are coming back over soon, right?”
There’s instant agreement from Aera but then a pause, and you speak, “I telepathically sense Minho wants to keep working but he needs a fucking break and I insist he comes over!”
Minho laughs and gives in, “Just control Mr Octopus, yeah?” he says, “If he was handsy before I dread to think what he’s like now…”
You just laugh as they hang up the phone. Gesturing to a smirking Jihan, Taehyung comes into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter.
You smile, “Hey, thanks,” Ellie echoes you, shyly greeting Jihan as she takes the stuff out and starts preparing it with Jihoon.
“How did you carry two all this?” you smile at Taehyung.
He grins at you, “Well, octopuses have lots of arms…” you blush as he pulls you to him and kisses you, “How can I help?”
“You don’t need to,” Ellie says, “Go on and lay the table. Jihan will help, right?”
Jihan nods, smiling just as shyly as he does whilst you and Jihoon exchange a look, Jihoon fake gagging behind their backs. It’s then that Jessi appears, calling to you to help her with the plates.
Taehyung is thankful as he helps lay things out that things seem smooth, at least on the surface. He’s not sure how well your friends will accept him into their inner circle after everything that has happened, but he figures if he can make you happy that they will. He could tell that you were apprehensive, but positive, earlier and he’s optimistic.
As Jihan astutely pointed out, Ellie might be the most cynical of your friends but she’s not really the one who has to be convinced, that’s Minho: you may live with Ellie, you may be the softest with Jihoon, but it’s Minho that understands you best and Minho’s whose opinion matters the most to you. Jihan had also pointed out that Taehyung doesn’t need to convince Minho that he can make you happy, that won’t be enough. No, if Taehyung wants Minho in his corner, then he must convince him that he is good for you.
Watching you lay out knives and forks, he smiles but finds himself stuck on that thought. He knows that he loves you; he knows that he’d do anything for you… but is he good for you? He can only hope so. With no answers, his mind drifts elsewhere and to darker places; though he’s touched at your consideration for Siwon, he’s still a little jealous. He accepts that you may feel some fondness for your ex but he’s not sure that he can cope with Siwon’s ongoing presence in your life.
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Later in the evening, you all sit around the table, drinking wine and laughing. Jessi, who has no reason to doubt Taehyung, helps lift the mood and makes Taehyung feel less of an outsider. His hand rests over yours on the table, and it all feels so good: with the soft music, low lights and laughter he feels like he’s the main character in a romcom. He’s never really felt like a boyfriend before, but in this moment, he is swept away with the easy romance of it all and more certain yet that he is hopelessly in love with you.
“So how’s DD?” asks Ellie, raising her eyebrows at Jessi, curious about her fuckbuddy arrangement.
“Who’s Didi?” asks Aera curiously.
“It’s initials,” says Jessi grinning, “Can you guess what they stand for?”
“Dangerous Dom?” suggests Minho with a laugh; Jessi shakes her head, clicking her tongue in disappointment.
“Demented Diversion?” Aera chimes in; another shake.
“Demon Dick?” laughs Taehyung.
“Halfway there,” says Jessi.
“Daddy Dick?” laughs Jihoon.
Taehyung and Jihoon both notice the collective shudder that passes through the women, and Minho, at the table.
“What?” queries Jihoon, confused.
“Calling someone Daddy doesn’t do it for lots of us,” Aera explains.
Jessi nods, “I’m a full grown-ass woman, I don’t want to be treated like a little girl,” she laughs, “and I don’t have any Freudian hang ups thanks…”
Ellie nods, “I still call my father Daddy when I want something so I’m sure as fuck not going to call the person railing me that!”
“We’re not kink shaming anybody here!” laughs Aera, holding her hands up, “Sorry if we’ve offended any of you.”
Jihoon raises his hands, “Not me!”
Jessi eyeballs Taehyung, “What about you, tiger? Is it a kink of yours? Are you kinky?”
Your mind instantly rewinds to last night and his hand around your throat as he fucked into you like an animal.
“Me?” he says innocently, shooting you a dark, loaded look, “Definitely do not want to be called Daddy…”
“Probably because he wants 3 million kids,” laughs Jihan, “It could get gross,” and everyone giggles whilst you smirk internally.
“But are you kinky, lads?” Jessi probes and the boys, blushing, demur.
Taehyung gets up and stretches, “Completely vanilla,” he lies smoothly, “need the toilet.”
As he passes you, he squeezes your shoulder and kisses you on the head. He’d forgotten this, the frank, direct honesty between you and your friends and how open you all are; he knows he’s going to need to adjust to it. He smiles to himself hearing the group break into laughter as Jessi explains what DD actually stands for.
“What?” she protests. “Did y’all think I was hooking up with him for his sparking personality?”
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As the evening winds to a close, Minho, Aera and Jihoon are the first to leave, Jessi catching a lift in their Uber to catch up with DD, denying that anything serious is going on. Ellie and Jihan dither for a while, but, under the pretence of giving you and Taehyung privacy, they head out for drinks together: Taehyung smirking at Jihan and you winking at Ellie as they head out.
As the door closes behind them, you turn to Taehyung, who’s smiling at you softly.
“Upstairs,” is all you say, taking his hand and leading the way to your bedroom.
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As soon as your bedroom door closes behind you, every fibre of Taehyung’s being begs him to throw you on bed and fuck you, but he restrains himself as your hand, with painful softness, caresses his face, your thumb gently stroking his lip. He wants you to take the lead, he wants to show you that there’s more to his feelings for you than just the need to take you roughly.
Unable to control himself completely, Taehyung wraps his arms around you as you kiss him, his hands fisting into your clothes as you deepen the kiss. When you lick into his mouth, your tongue playing against his, blood rushes to his cock, now painfully constricted by his jeans. He wants you desperately but he’s determined to let you keep control for now. You make it difficult for him when you pull back; you lick your lips as though you’ve just tasted something delicious, before you kiss his neck, making him groan aloud.
He moans again, unable to contain himself, when you nip at his earlobe. The gesture, followed by a flick of your tongue, is lascivious, but when you speak, the usual shyness he associates with you is there, “Please lie on the bed,” you ask softly.
Taehyung obeys swiftly, resting against your pillows, raising his arms to take hold of your wooden headboard to signal his submission. He watches as you strip, not completely naked but into a silky set of underwear that he wants to tear off with his teeth. His cock throbs as he realises he’s never seen this set before: the ones you wore last night, he thought those were your sexiest, the ones he knew you wore when you wanted to feel good, wanted a boost. Now he realises that, as your friend, he never knew that you had others… These are clearly the ones you wear when you want to get fucked. Blood pumps painfully into his erection as he understands that you’ve worn these for him. Fuck, he couldn’t want you more. He finds himself almost panting with anticipation as you climb on the bed and lie beside him, your hand gently brushing the painful bulge in his jeans, your palm stroking gentle circles over the throbbing head of his cock.
“Baby, it hurts,” he whines, before sighing in relief as you undo his belt and jeans, pulling them down before freeing his cock with your own soft sigh, “What’s that sigh for?” he asks.
Too shy to look at him, you lean closer and exhale over the sensitive head, “Your cock is so fucking pretty,” you whisper. He’s about to offer a smart reply when your lips softly kiss his tip over and over, making him hiss through his teeth. He wants to hold your head in place and force himself in your mouth, but holds fast. You don’t tease him for too long, soon your kisses become kitten-soft licks which build to a gentle sucking of his head only. His mind goes blank.
He adores the sweet torture of the little that you give him, driving him wild. He wants more, but restrains himself, his hands gripping the headboard as he prays for more. You deliver: your hand wrapping about his base as you take him in your mouth, taking him deeper as you glide your hand with the exact amount of grip he needs up and down his shaft.
He moans when you release him, your tongue swirling under his swollen head before you turn your mouth to his balls, your hand still working his shaft as you tug, suck and nibble at him, “Fuck, you’re good at this,” he wheezes.
Finally, only when he’s a panting mess, whining your name and begging for you, do you finally pause your glorious assault on his cock, kissing a featherlight path of kisses from his base to the tip. He’s grateful for the pause: he’s determined to come in your cunt, not over your fist. He groans lustily as you pull his jeans and boxers down his legs and throw them to the floor and uses the opportunity to pull his tee off. His eyes burn into yours as you slide your underwear off slowly, his mouth hanging open as the silk slides down your thighs, followed by your bra easing off your breasts, the soft flesh still marked by the bruises he’s gifted you.
Taehyung is still ogling your body when you climb over and straddle him. You move to kiss him, and he groans into your mouth as you slide your folds along the length of his throbbing, desperate cock; the undulation of your hips continuing as your tongue licks into his mouth. As you rock against him, he struggles against his desire, his hands on your hips, guiding you to move faster against him, “Fuck, you’re so good baby,” he moans between kisses, “So good…”
You break from his mouth, kissing his neck and throat as you moan with pleasure: it’s the mewling of his name in two breathy syllables of utter desire that breaks him. In seconds, his grasp on you turns firm as he swaps your positions, straddling you.
He looks at you, overcome with desire, “Sorry but I need to be inside you,” he moans, shoving your thighs apart and pushing the head of his cock through your folds to your tight centre.
Your breath shudders with lust, your voice shaky but determined, “Fuck me, Tae,” you beg, “Fill me up…”
In one strong thrust, he buries himself in you, starting a slow rhythm of deep, driving thrusts, no thought in his mind but the hot tightness of your cunt and how it swallows every throbbing inch of his ravenous cock.
The more you moan for him, the harder he goes, hooking his hands behind your knees and pushing the towards your head so he can drive deeper within your hot, permissive cunt. He presses his body close to yours, his mouth finding yours in a sloppy kiss. He growls with pleasure as your arms wrap around him, nails pressing into his skin as you cry out for him. He keeps his pace slow, drawing out the ecstasy of fucking you for as long as he can, edging both of you for long, tortuous minutes.
Eventually, feeling like he’s been fucking you for hours, he can take no more. He kneels back and grabs your ass, lifting your hips to drive even deeper, his eyes glued on his throbbing reddened cock thrusting in and out of your dripping centre, covered in your wetness: he’s never been so turned on.
“Please,” you moan, and he looks at you, a fucked out mess beneath him, your eyes wide, “Come closer, I need you,” you beg.
He covers you once more, kissing your ear, “I’ve got you, baby, I’m here…” before his hips belie the softness of his words, hammering into you with a violent, powerful need. Your bodies melt into one another, a sweaty mix of fluids, love and lust as Taehyung drives into your compliant body until your reach your peak.
“I’m so close baby,” you moan, “Please don’t stop.”
“Never will,” he groans, grinding more fiercely against you, desperate to see you come undone. You do, convulsing beneath him, clenching around him in a pattern of spasms that makes him cry out your name before he plunges himself once more to the hilt, his own explosive orgasm taking him by surprise, spilling his release inside you.
Yet again, Taehyung collapses on top of you, his heart pounding as his sweaty skin slides against you own. Finding a final reserve strength in his weakened body, he rolls on to his side, keeping your body tightly pressed to his, holding your leg over his hip so his cock remains pressed inside you.
You beam at him, fucked out and sated, before you kiss him gently. He takes the opportunity to deepen it: you kiss for long minutes, lost in each other until his softened cock slips out of you releasing a mess of fluids.
“I love you,” you whisper, reaching for him again as you both writhe in the mess you’ve made, kissing with increasing fervour, each kiss hungrier than the last, his cock stirring again.
You pull away, pushing him to one side, “This is gross,” you mutter, looking at the soiled sheets, “I’m going to shower,” you say, wrapping a loose, unsoiled sheet from the bed around yourself.
Lying on the bed, Taehyung groans in disbelief. You turn and look back at him from the doorway; he looks at you in betrayal and then to his erect cock, before looking back at you in challenge.
You only smile, dropping the sheet as you disappear towards the bathroom. On your bed, Taehyung wraps his hand around his cock, sliding his veiny hand along his sticky length before he hears you call, “I’m getting in the shower, you gonna fuck me in it?”
Taehyung moves so fast that his feet tangle in the sheet you’ve discarded and he stumbles forward, crawling on his knees as he scrambles to the bathroom. Clambering back to his feet in the bathroom doorway, he tries to get hold of himself but as soon as he sees you smiling and giggling sweetly, water flowing over your body, your wet hair clinging to your face, he gives up all pretense of being cool: he wants to be stupid with you, he wants to feel this silly, childish joy. Laughing, he flings open the shower door, colliding with your body as he pushes you out of the warm stream of water and against the tiled wall and kisses you. It doesn’t take long for the kisses to become heated, and within seconds, he’s lifting you by the ass, his cock prodding at you, as you moan for him yet again. It’s sex at it’s messiest: a lustful, dangerous, slippery meeting of bodies and neither of you have the stamina to last long before Taehyung is groaning and spilling himself in you again.
Everything that follows is new to him: never before has he wanted to be so gentle with someone, but now, with you under the warm water, he handles your aching body with tender devotion, kissing you softly as you soap each others’ bodies.
Later, entwined in fresh sheets in your bed, you chat sleepily together about everything and nothing until you finally drift to sleep. Pressing a tender kiss into your still slightly damp hair, Taehyung beams to himself in the soft darkness, amazed by how much can change in so short a time.
“You’re mine now,” he breathes aloud. He feels his eyelids get heavier and is amazed at how quickly sleep comes again now you’re back where you belong, cradled in the safety of his arms. As he succumbs to sleep’s gentle pull, his last thought is that, this time, nothing on earth will bear you away from him.
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Scions, Ch.8a | Kim Line + JHS
Scions, 8a
sci·on | \ ˈsī-ən \
Definition:(1)a descendant(2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting
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Pairing: Fem!Reader Sister + Kim Brothers; JHS x Fem!Reader
Rating: M (🔞)
Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; Mom!Reader; Brother’s Best Friend; drama; angst; smut; fluff
Warnings: ANGST!!!; DRAMA!!!; multiple POV switches; character death; parenting frustrations; parenting fears; vulnerable confessions; cussing; pining; unrequited love; mentions of divorce/separation; emotional outbursts; mourning (character death); soft sibling moments
Word count: 1.8K+
Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.
A/N: First of three mini-updates. This features POVs from OC, Taehyung, and their mom. Thanks for being so patient! Next chapter to come in a couple of days. Thank you to my loves, @internetjunkdrawer and @itdoesntmatterwhy for reading through this angst-fest. I appreciate you both 💜
You wanted the kids settled with dinner before your group left to head down to Hangsang. You went back and forth with the decision to go. Was it right to go out drinking with your brothers and leave your kids behind after you and your husband had just made the decision to split up?
There were a million other thoughts that you wrestled with. But for one night, your mom wanted to absolve you of any guilt that you were feeling. She volunteered to stay back to watch the kids and continued to urge you to spend time with your brothers.
Your sister-in-law, Yoojung, who had been mostly sidetracked by fatigue in the last two days, felt better. She wanted to join in on the fun but decided not to partake in the alcohol in case her stomach bug decided to make a comeback. She volunteered to be the designated driver instead.
“Have any of you seen Jooni?” You called out to nobody in particular when you reached the family room. You checked the backyard, kitchen, bedroom, and bathrooms–no Jooni.
“Namjoonie-hyung?” Taehyung asks while pausing the game he played with his friend, Jungkook.
“No, Jooni.” You bulge your eyes for emphasis, clarifying that you were looking for your daughter, who also happened to be your older brother’s namesake.
“Honestly, noona. Couldn’t you have picked a different, less confusing name for her? Like, I don’t know…Seojin or…Taeyang?” He finishes with a playful grin.
You cocked an annoyed eyebrow at him and he takes the hint that you weren’t in the mood for jokes. Taehyung’s smile fades quickly and he clears his throat. “Uhh…I thought she was—“ He scrambles, pointing his finger from side-to-side in mid-air, actually unsure of which direction his niece went.
“Wait, didn’t she just run past here a second ago?” Jungkook piped up, gesturing down the hallway.
“I saw her go upstairs,” Namjoon interjects as he walks past you to grab something from the kitchen.
“I already looked in the upstairs bathroom and in our room but she’s not there.”
“Have you checked mom’s room?” Jin asks.
Jooni has been temperamental since the service. Even Sam, who was normally able to reason with her couldn’t figure out how to get her settled. She loved your dad, her harabeoji. It was a lot to take in for a 3-year-old, knowing that somebody whom she loved very much wasn’t going to be around anymore.
“Aish…I told her not to bother her.” You grumble in exasperation before trudging up the stairs. “Thanks, oppa,” you called over your shoulder.
“You’re welcome,” Namjoon and Jin say in unison.
******
“Do you really have to leave tonight?” Taehyung asks Jungkook while they resume their gameplay. “Can’t you come out for a couple of drinks?”
“Yeah, I have to because I have to be at the office first thing in the morning.”
Taehyung frowns. “C’mon, man. Everyone’s gonna be there–even Jiminie! We haven’t hung out in a long time. Let’s get fucked up.”
Jimin and Jungkook were his links to his hometown and city life. As many things they all shared in common, Taehyung was the only one who hadn’t established himself in some form of career. This was why they hadn’t had a get-together in a while–both men were understandably busy.
He was mildly aware that asking them both to get drunk was a pathetic way to deal with his grief and forget that his friends were more accomplished than he was.
“Can’t, bro. My boss would kill me if I bailed tomorrow,” Jungkook says apologetically. “We can always hang out another time,” he says in consolation. “Doesn’t Jimin have some sort of medical conference in the city next month? We can link up then.”
“I guess,” Taehyung pouted in mild disappointment. But then catches himself, realizing that he was probably sounding selfish and childish. “No, I’m sorry. I’m being stupid and unreasonable.”
Jungkook pauses the game and calmly turns to his friend. “You’re not. Your old man just died. Nobody acts right when they’re grieving. You deal with it however you need to.”
Taehyung sighed. “I appreciate you coming all the way out here though. I know it wasn’t easy to get out of work.”
Jungkook smiles and hugs his friend tightly. “Ah, come on. You’re one of my best friends. And your parents have been awesome, especially during my couch-surfing days,” he laughs. “Besides,” Jungkook scoffed, “Even if Jiminie and I are there, you’ll probably ditch us anyway.”
“What?” Taehyung’s brows furrowed in confusion.
Jungkook gives him a deadpan look. “Eunhae?”
Taehyung is stumped and unable to give his friend a snarky retort. It makes Jungkook chuckle. “Exactly,” he claims victoriously.
Taehyung smacks his lips and resumes the game. “Whatever, man.”
******
A moody Jooni may not bode well for your mom, who just wanted a bit of quiet to decompress from the day’s activities. Even though she said that she was completely fine watching the kids, you wanted to afford her some space.
She was stoic most of the day. Whenever anybody offered their condolences, she repaid them with a grateful smile, only shedding a tear or two occasionally.
As an experienced actress, your mother has played many roles, expressing every human emotion imaginable. But in the current scene that she's in, there are no lights, cameras, or production crew. She wishes this was all just a dream and longs for a rewrite or another take. She yearns for someone to yell 'cut!'.
Throughout her career, your father was her constant support system. He stood by her and encouraged her. After years of hard work, your mother had only just begun to reclaim the time they had lost.
That opportunity was taken away, leaving her with a sense of regret and sadness. The pain of losing him weighed heavily on her.
She lay on her bed, tears streaming down her face as she whimpered softly. She couldn't imagine a life without him by her side. As she thought about all the memories they shared, she realized that she was half of a whole that would never be again.
“Halmeoni?”
She drew in a long breath and hastily wiped her tears before turning to face the source of the tiniest, sweetest voice.
“Yes, my darling girl?” She finds her granddaughter poking her head through the door. “Do you need something? Come here!” She smiles, waves her over, and pats the empty side of the bed, urging her to come up.
Jooni walks up to her slowly. Your mom sits up to help Jooni climb up. When she’s settled, they snuggle together, giving Jooni a sweet kiss on the crown of her head.
"Were you crying, Halmeoni?" Jooni looks up at her.
After a slight pause, she comes clean. "Yes, I was."
Jooni gives her a wide-eyed gaze. Then, she reaches up to wipe her grandmother’s tear-stained cheeks. "Are they sad tears?" She asks innocently.
Your mom’s chin trembles. "Yes."
“Is it because you miss harabeoji?”
She nods. “Uh-huh. Very much.” She smiles through her answer even though her voice breaks.
Jooni furrows her brows and purses her lips in deep thought before asking, "Do you want a hug?"
Your mom beams and answers without hesitation. "I would love one!"
She goes in to hug Halmeoni tightly; it takes your mom by surprise that such a tiny person can possess so much strength.
"Ooh,” she sighs. “You are the best hugger!"
Jooni smiles shyly at the compliment. "Mommy says she loves my hugs. They make her happy."
"I believe her." Your mom agrees, thinking about how much your children’s hugs gave you comfort on days when you felt alone while you silently struggled through your marriage.
“Now, what are you doing here? Where’s your mommy?” She asks, turning serious.
“She’s downstairs. She told me to wash up for dinner but then I saw you.”
“Oh, honey. You should go eat dinner with your brother. We can have story time when your mom and uncles head out.”
“I know but you looked sad. I wanted to see if you were okay.” Jooni reasons.
“I just needed a little time,” your mom answers.
"I'm not very hungry, halmeoni. Can I please stay here with you?"
Your mom considers the request for a moment before acquiescing. "Okay, but just for a few minutes. I still have to see the adults off later."
Jooni is ecstatic. She jumps up to give her another hug and your mom can't help but smile in return. The two of them embrace tightly, holding onto each other, cherishing this moment.
"It's going to be okay," Jooni says soothingly.
Your mom had been hearing that phrase from everybody all day today. She felt that it was a throwaway sentiment. You couldn't blame her for being cynical. She was grieving.
But somehow, when Jooni says it, your mom is filled with hope and it makes her believe that yes, in fact–things will be okay.
******
When you reach the top floor, you walk down the hallway to find your parents’ bedroom door ajar. You slowly push it open, the only light source coming from your mom’s nightstand.
“Jooni?” You stop when you hear shushing.
Your mom is lying on the bed, holding her pointer finger to her lips while she held a sleeping Jooni, who was curled up next to her.
You point to Jooni, gesturing that you can pick her up and move her into the bedroom to give your mom time to rest. Instead, your mom smiles and shakes her head softly; wordlessly letting you know that she didn’t mind at all.
You watch them for a moment: your mom looking down at Jooni and rubbing her head lovingly.
She was a good grandmother to your children, and despite what she says, you believe she was a good mother.
Of course, there were days when you needed her around, but she couldn't physically be there. Or you wanted to talk to her, but she'd be in the midst of a grueling scene with very short breaks in between, hardly enough time for a phone call where you could cry to her.
No matter where she was, or how much makeup and various wigs she wore, deep down, she was still your mother. She always made sure you and your brothers felt loved and supported.
The men in your family may not have known what you’ve been going through, but your mom did. You didn't have to tell her, but she knew that you needed her.
She spent many late nights on the phone with you, behind your dad's back, comforting and assuring you that you would be just fine without Sam. She didn't push or nag, instead giving you the space to come to your own decision.
As you catch her gaze, you notice the warmth of her eyes inviting you over. Without a word, she raises her free hand to beckon you to lay beside her. You oblige and round the corner, feeling the warm covers beneath you as you lie on the opposite side, so that she is now nestled between you and Jooni. You take in this moment, three generations finding comfort in each other's presence.
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Scars and Skates Pt. 13.5
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Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader
Genre: angst, social media au, fluff
TW: none
Word Count: 1.1k i think
An: I’m so sooo sorry i just went MIA. This is actually all i had written for the next chapter and life just got in the way, I now have a puppy to look after, one that thinks leaves are a great meal and to top it all off I finally got covid haha, Im fine both physically and mentally just feels like a really strong bad cold.
Taglist: @reallyloudstarlight @nattisbored @hugs4chan @teti-menchon0604 @qghosty @skz-enhypen @planetdemon
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You woke, hearing a clatter from the kitchen, whispered swearing echoed through your door that was slightly open, you groaned and turned over, getting tangled in the blanket that you had laid over you, looking at it for a few seconds trying to remember if you’d pulled it over yourself before you fell asleep. You sat up and crawled out of bed, grabbing the phone off the table next to your bed, looking at it in your hand as you couldn’t remember putting it there last night and wandering out into the living room.
“Finally.” Said Felix who was sitting at the kitchen island, coffee in front of him as he flicked through his phone.
“Shut up.” You yawned, smiling to Chris as he slid a cup of coffee towards you.
“Did you both sleep well?”
Felix nodded and looked between you and Chris, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the vibe you were both giving off.
“Yeah, I did.” Chris mumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly as he sat next to you and took a sip of coffee.
“We better get going soon.” You said, finishing your coffee rather quickly and glancing at Chris as you rinsed your cup. “I’m going to get changed.”
You walked into your bedroom and pulled out a new pair of tights, pulling them on and grabbing a hoodie to shove on at the rink, you walked out seeing both of the boys had their bags, Chris holding yours as you smiled and shoved your shoes on. Again you all decided that an Uber would be better than the bus this early in the morning, you all piled into the back seat, or at least you tried, Chris giving up and jumping into the front seat.
“Ok, what happened between you two last night?” Felix whispered in your ear, you turned to look at him as the smirk on his face grew slightly, his eyebrows wiggling as you burst out laughing.
“Nothing, we just spent a little time together after you fell asleep.” You smiled, fiddling with your fingers as Felix jabbed his elbow into your side.
“Uh huh.”
You leant closer to him and whispered. “We shared a hug, that’s all.”
“Wow, scandalous.” Felix said as Chris turned, looking at you both.
“I swear you are both going to drive me crazy.” He sighed, turning back around and shoving his earphones in.
You thanked the Uber and got out, wandering into the rink and making your way through the foyer, looking out over the ice and sighing in relief as there was no sign of Seojin, yet.
You’d all decided to take turns out on the ice, allowing you to all go through your programs in full before your next group lesson in a few days.
A few hours had passed and you were all sitting on the bench taking a break, the high pitched voice breaking the calm silence that you had all enjoyed the whole morning.
“Channie, you were supposed to skate with me!” Seojin whined as she walked down the stairs, stopping as another voice boomed out behind her.
“This is a closed practice, I told you yesterday.” Said the hockey coach as he walked through the doors, several members of the hockey team following behind him.
“I’m here with them!” Seojin said, pointing to the three of you.
The coach looked at you, watching as you shook your head slightly. “I only have three names on the sheet.”
You held your laugh, there was no sheet, you knew this and so did the hockey coach, the hockey members smirking and giggling as Seojin started turning bright pink.
“Well when am I meant to skate then?!” She shrieked, glaring at you as you turned away and started untying your skates.
“That’s something you need to sort out.” He said, turning away and ushering the team down the stairs.
“Sheet?” Chris whispered as he started taking his skates off. “What sheet?”
You snorted and looked at him. “There is no sheet.”
“Channie! Let’s get coffee today!” Seojin said, crossing her arms and looking down at him.
You turned and looked up at her hearing Chris groan and stand up.
“I already had coffee at Y/N’s this morning.” He said, shrugging and grabbing his bag.
“You slept with her?!” Seojin yelled, trudging down the stairs towards you as you stood up and backed away, Felix getting up and pulling you behind him as she tried to reach for you.
“ENOUGH! You!” The hockey coach roared, pointing towards Seojin and walking towards her. “OUT. NOW.”
Chris’ fingers intertwined with yours behind Felix’s back as you turned towards him, he could see the panic in your face as she came closer, ignoring the coach.
“Oi. Coach said get out. Go before I drag you myself.” Sungoh said, moving between Seojin and you three.
“Oh my god, how many of the boys here are you fucking Y/N?” Seojin spat, laughing as she looked between you and the boys.
“SEOJIN.” Your heads all snapped up, seeing the rink manager walking down the stairs. “I can hear you from my office.”
“Sir, she’s been asked to leave, twice.” The hockey coach said.
“Oh I heard, I suggest you leave if you even want the chance to compete at nationals.” He said.
“You can’t do that!”
“I can’t but the ISU can.” He said, waving a usb stick in his hand.
“You can’t threaten me with the ISU, my coach is tight with the board.” She smirked, shrugging and turning back to the group in front of you.
“Your coach who hasn’t been seen since you came here?” Chris chimed, as Seojin glared at him.
“Out. Now.” The manager said, pointing to the doors as Seojin turned and walked up the stairs, you turned and buried your face into Chris’ chest as Felix rubbed your back, you felt something digging into your forehead but you didn’t care, you felt safe and that’s all you needed at this moment.
“Thanks.” Chris said, nodding towards Sungoh.
“This rink is like family man, even if we do bicker.” He said, smiling and joined the rest of his team. “I’m not going to let some outsider treat family like that.”
You snorted as you turned to look at Sungoh, seeing half the other hockey players staring at him, nodding slightly.
“You owe me some support at a hockey game now.” He said as he walked past and got onto the ice.
“In your dreams.” You quipped, grabbing your bag and waving to the team as you walked up the stairs clutching Chris’ hand praying that Seojin wasn’t hanging around in the foyer.
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Hii! Your writing is so great, I love it. Ik it's not aib but I've haven't finished it yethehe could you maybe do a Cheon Seojin x fem reader where Seojin is jealous because y/n is spending time with Suryeon? ❤️
OMG THANK U SMMMMMMM BABYYYYY, AND OFC! HERE'S YOUR REQUEST :D
CHEON SEOJIN X
FEM READER
JEALOUSY HEADCANONS
tw: yelling, kinda angst.
seojin was your spouse, for a long time now
she always hated suryeon, there was nothing new about it
but she was your bestfriend's mom, you couldn't hate her after seeing her be so sweet at you
suryeon didn't actually HATE seojin, but she didn't like her either.
but suryeon never meant to make seojin jealous, she was just being kind at you and you two had some kind of friendship
seojin hated it, but when she saw you and suryeon laughing and hugging each other she snapped
she took you by the arm so hard it got bruised
she said something like: "never get near my spouse again" to suryeon
she'd go to the nearest bathroom, slam the door and start yelling at you for what you did
you were at the verge of crying, you never meant to make her jealous after all
when she sees that, she stops yelling immediately and starts apologizing
"i never meant to scream, my dear... it's just... please, don't be too physical with her, okay?" she'd say.
and you finally got it, you actually hurt her feelings
you apologized as well, making her calmer and calmer.
after that, you two would come back home and just cuddle for some time
seojin was never the cuddly type of person, but she'd do that for u
because you're the one she loves the most.
#cheon seojin x reader#cheon seojin#the penthouse x reader#the penthouse x fem reader#cheon seojin x fem reader#cheon seojin headcanons#the penthouse#shim suryeon x reader#shim suryeon x fem reader#shim suryeon
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Would you write a cheon seojin x reader smut where maybe the reader is seokkyung’s girlfriend but she has an affair with seojin (ofc everyone is 18+)
I am so glad someone requested for her, because oh my lord she is so hot. I mean her character isn't great, but like...
The Affair
Seojin x F!Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Cheating, Teasing, Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Groping, Finger Sucking, Marking, Mommy Kink, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Over-stimulation, Getting Caught
Word Count: 1.81k
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You stepped into the familiar suite, Seokkyung’s arm wrapped securely around your waist, both of you dressed in elegant dresses. “I hate these stupid event,” your girlfriend huffed, preparing fake smile as the two of you rounded the corner. You hummed at her statement, eyes darting around the room in search of something, or rather someone.
“Seokkyung, Y/n, I’m so glad you could make it,” Mr Ha greeted you politely. Briefly exchanging pleasantries with the host, you moved further into the suite. “There’s the happy couple,” Mari cheered, greeting the two of you with a faux smile. “Here, try some of the appetisers, Seojin made them.” At the mention of her name, the corners of your lips tugged upwards.
You gladly reached for the artistically placed snacks, moaning as soon as the flavours hit your tongue. “I see you're enjoying the food,” a voice from behind you spoke, startling you. Turning your attention to its source, your gaze met Cheon Seojin’s fierce one. “Of course, it tastes wonderful Mrs Cheon,” you smiled.
“Seokkyung,” she acknowledged your girlfriend with the nod of her head, her attention almost immediately returning to you. “You look gorgeous as always Y/n,” she eyed your figure up and down, a light smirk resting on her red lips. “Would you care to help me in the kitchen dear?” The older woman questioned, although you knew she wasn’t really asking.
You nodded your head immediately, sending an apologetic look to Seokkyung who would be stuck alone with Mari. She scowled lightly, turning away from you. Seojin nodded in the direction of the kitchen, to which you began walking towards, the older woman not far behind you. You could practically feel her eyes linger on your figure as you stride ahead of her.
“So what did you say you needed help with?” You asked, turning around to face her. However, a soon as you did, you were pushed firmly against the counter, pressing against the cold marble. Your eyes widened, hands gripping her shoulders to steady yourself. “There are people,” you whispered, looking around to make sure no one had seen you.
She didn’t respond, instead letting her hands trail down your sides. Once she reached your hips, you believed her hands would stop, but you were oh so wrong. Hiking your dress up, revealing your lace panties, Seojin gripped your ass firmly. Her eyes never left yours, significantly darker than usual. “Seojin-ah!” A call from the other room broke both of you out of your lustful trance, reluctantly parting ways.
The older woman sighed, running her hand through her dark locks in frustration. “I’m not done with you,” and then she was gone, sending you one final look over her shoulder before disappearing completely. Huffing, you adjusted your dress, making sure you looked presentable before heading back out.
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Somehow, you’d managed to find yourself in a similar predicament to the one in the kitchen earlier. Only this time it was at a dinner table full of people, and amongst those, your girlfriend. Seokkyung sat to your right, hand resting atop your own, talking happily with her brother. Meanwhile, Seojin sat to your left, fingers tracing nonsensical patterns along your inner thigh.
You squirmed uncomfortably in your seat, unconsciously squeezing Seokkyung’s hand tighter when Mrs Cheon's hand inched closer to your core. “Are you alright, love?” Your girlfriend questioned, running her thumb over your knuckles. “I’m fine,” you squeaked out, the older woman's finger pressing firmly to your clothed clit.
Once your girlfriend was sure you were okay, she continued conversing with Seokhoon. “Are you crazy?!” You whisper shouted to the woman on your left, eyes widened in alarm as she ran her finger along your severely dampened panties. She took a sip of her wine, looking at you with raised eyebrows.
“What’s the problem? You seem to be enjoying it,” she smirked, slipping her hand past the waistband of your panties. Seojin spread your slick tauntingly, knowing that you were losing the will to resist her advances. The quietest whimper fell from your lips, the older woman's breath hitching at the sound.
“Baby, if you keep making sounds like that I’m gonna have to take you on this table, right in front of everyone.” She leaned in close to whisper in your ear, breath fanning your neck in the process. Blood rushed to your cheeks at her words, biting your lip to suppress a moan as she rubbed her thumb in slow circles around your clit.
You reached down to grasp her wrist, nails digging into her skin as you tried desperately not to make a sound. She looked to you in amusement, unbothered by all the people that surrounded you. “Not here,” you tried to speak firmly, but your voice wavered slightly. Pulling her hand from your cunt, you pushed it away from your thighs.
What surprised you, was the boldness of Cheon Seojin’s next action. Maintaining eye contact with you, she placed her fingers in her mouth, making a show of licking off all your juices. Your lips parted in shock, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her, hypnotised by her actions. “You taste good,” she said, humming in delight.
You clenched your thighs together, unsure as to how long you could endure this torture. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Seokkyung’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, your attention turning to her. “I’m sure, I just need to go to the restroom,” you assured her, rising from your seat. She nodded understandingly, watching as you disappeared round the corner.
Gazing at your retreating figure, Seojin chuckled to herself, concocting the perfect plan inside her head. She waited a few moments, before coming up with an excuse to leave the table, heading down the same hallway you’d been seen going down mere moments again. Knocking on the bathroom door, she listened out for a response.
“Just a minute!” Your voice came out muffled through the door, but not a minute later you stood before her, looking dishevelled. She sauntered towards you, closing the door firmly shut behind her. She didn’t stop until she had you backed up against the sink, trapped between her arms. “I’ve been waiting all night for this,” she confessed, connecting your lips in a heated kiss.
Her tongue breached your mouth instantly, teeth clashing as your lust took over. Her hands wandered up your body, coming to a stop at your breasts. She gives them a firm squeeze, massaging them with the palm of her hand. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she felt your hardened nipples through the fabric of your dress.
“No bra? Bad girl,” she said, amused, pinching and tugging at your erect buds. Seojin began to get impatient, hearing your faint moans was driving her insane. She planted open mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, uncaring of the lipstick stains she left in her wake. Her hand reaching up to pull the straps of your dress down, just enough so that she could have access to your breasts.
Wasting not another second, she took your now exposed nipple between her teeth, tugging on it while her hand worked at your other. She sucked harshly on the bud, earning a moan of satisfaction from you. Meanwhile, her other hand made quick work of hiking your dress up for the second time tonight. Pulling back for a moment, Seojin observed the way you panted breathlessly, eyes hooded with lust.
Grasping at your thighs, the older woman hoisted you up into her arms, placing you down on the cold marble surface of the bathroom counter. Hungry for you, Seojin ripped the panties from your body, tired of having to hold herself back from touching you. You sighed in relief when her hand came in contact with your dripping core.
“Please just fuck me,” you begged, needing more. “You’re forgetting something baby,” she reminded you, unwilling to continue until you submitted to her. “Take me Mommy,” you whined, pushing her hand closer to your entrance. “Good girl,” she smiled, slipping a finger inside you. A loud moan erupted from your lips at the sensation, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
And yet, it still wasn’t enough. “More, Mommy.” You whimpered, hands coming to rest around her neck, nails digging into her exposed shoulders hard enough to leave a mark. “Manners,” she reminded, tempted to punish you for your forgetfulness. But she hadn’t seen you in so long, so she couldn’t resist pleasuring you.
“Please give me more, Mommy,” you pleaded. A particularly high pitched moan left your lips when she slipped another finger inside you, rubbing your clit with the pad of her thumb. A string of moans followed after, only quieting when you heard the sound of footsteps from down the hallway.
“Is everything okay in there?” Your girlfriends voice could be heard from the other side, your eyes widening in panic as Seojin continued thrusting her finger deep within you. “E-Everything’s fine in her-” You clamped your hand over your mouth as the older woman curled her fingers inside you, perfectly hitting your g-spot.
“I’ll be out s-soon Seokkyung, just freshening u-up,” you yelled out, voice wavering slightly. “Okay!” Your girlfriend yelled back, completely unaware of the deed that was happening on the other side of the door. You bit into Seojin’s shoulder to prevent any further moans from slipping past lips until you were sure she had gone.
Seojin’s free hand gripped at your hair, pulling you back from her shoulder, red marks left in your wake. “Let Mommy hear your precious moaning baby,” she demanded, curling her finger once more. The way her fingers thrusted into your dripping pussy and the way she rasped out commands was all too much for you.
“Mommy I’m coming,” you reached your orgasm with a yelp of her name. Your eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss, shoulders slumping as the older woman supported your weight. She let you ride out your high, slowing her pace until you were whimpering, over stimulation becoming too much. “You did so well,” she praised, letting you catch your breath.
Your heavy breaths echoed throughout the room, eyes lingering on Seojin, the lustful look in her eyes still remained. Slipping her fingers from your core, she held them up to your lips, letting you taste yourself. You obeyed, obediently sucking your wetness from her fingers. You then reached for you, pulling her down to meet your lips in a searing kiss. Seojin hummed in delight, loving the way she could taste you on your lips. Both of you were so caught up in the kiss, you failed to notice the bathroom door creaking open. “I fucking knew it,” Seokkyung yelled, glaring at the two of you. Your eyes flickered to the older woman, a look of panic reflecting in your gaze.
“You didn’t lock the door?!”
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The Penthouse: War in Life
Life is about timing
Headcanons:
Dating Joo Seokhoon
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☯ Bae Rona:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Cheon Seojin:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Ha Eunbyeol:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Ha Yoonchul:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Joo Seokhoon:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Joo Seokkyung:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Lee Minhyuk:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Logan Lee:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Oh Yoonhee:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Shim Suryeon:
⌈nothing yet⌋
☯ Yoo Jenny:
⌈nothing yet⌋
The Penthouse: War In Life x Stray Kids:
⤜ Stray Kids in The Penthouse: War in Life
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