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Not Yet
Baek Seungjoon/Seungjun X Reader
“Are you really going to eat that, dear?”
You paused and put down your fast food to look at your boyfriend warily.
“Depends. Are you going to let me?”
In response, Seungjun let out a chuckle and patted your head as he passed by to the kitchen.
“Ah, you know me too well.”
You heard the all too familiar sound of the stove turners followed by the knives on the chopping board.
“After all, if I let you put such greasy foods in your body, I would be a bad spouse.”
You wrapped the food back in its packaging and putting it away before going to sit on the chair on the island to watch him cook.
“Spouse? We’re not even married.” You teased.
“Hmm. Not yet.”
You felt your ears heat up. It was amazing really, he didn’t even need to look at you to get that kind of reaction out of you.
You put your hands on your ears in an effort to cool them, unfortunately your brain had the opposite idea and replayed the words over and over.
‘Not yet, not yet, not…’
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Meanwhile Seungjun quietly watched as your burrowed yourself into the counter, obvious confusion on his face.
“… Honey, we’ve talked about this already.”
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113 L. SEUNGJUN
genre. onf universe au (byubyu specifically). fluff.
warnings. kissing. seungjun kinda overthinks a tad but reader sets him straight. seungjun is locked up for time travel. a brief mention of guns and a past wound ig?
pairing. seungjun x fem!reader.
wc. 1.5k.
request. no.
a/n. i'm pretty proud of this fic idk why skdjs onf lore fics are always so fun to write im still fascinated by their lore even tho i don't understand it too well lol but i try my best.
The sound of metal clashing outside made a groggy Seungjun blink his eyes open. He had been locked up for over 48 hours now with no access to food. He was allowed a little water if he begged the android guards extra nicely. His throat was scratchy and dry from the time spent locked up despite the water supply. They certainly didn’t treat time travel criminals as nicely as escape rebels.
Seungjun was sure he looked horrible by now. Or “a little bit scruffy around the edges”, as you would say, even the time when he had a gaping wound in his side. He missed the way you could make light of any situation right about now. He would do anything to have a reason to laugh again.
Seungjun was no stranger to the computer operated prison cells he was often shoved into after being caught. Years ago he had been thrown in for smaller crimes, but got out within a couple hours when he figured out the lock code while no one was looking. This time, it was a lot harder. They had upgraded their system; those damn robots learned quicker than the human brain could.
He had almost accepted his fate of rotting in the small square room by the time 24 hours had passed, but he still kept out a sliver of hope. You were still out there and free, which meant you could still come to save him.
He wanted to laugh whenever he found himself stuck in a situation where he had to rely on your good graces to get out. One of these days he was sure his sweet words and gentle kisses wouldn’t be enough to convey his thanks. You were sure to get sick of him eventually, right? He was always the one messing things up.
His pride didn’t entirely allow him to accept that you were better than him, though he knew in the back of his mind that you were. You were perfect wherever he was faulty and just as decent at the skills that he professed he excelled in. Maybe that was why you were perfect for each other— or, rather, why you were too perfect for him.
It was strange how the human mind always wandered back to the people they loved. So much time and energy was spent just reminiscing memories, and while he found it beautiful, he also acknowledged it as one of humanity's weaknesses. The androids certainly didn’t spend their hard-drive space with personal connections. They didn’t have anything to lose, and that was why it was so hard to win against them.
Seungjun shook off the thoughts in his head and focused on the noises he heard from the corridor. From his watch, he knew it was deep in the night hours, a time when security usually lessened in numbers for recharge sessions. Now was as good a time as you were ever going to get if you were coming to save him. And, by another glance at the watch, Seungjun had a pretty good idea that you were.
The entire team’s locations were shared across the watches; a necessary safety measure for situations like now. The little red dot that showed your location was moving steadily closer to Seungjun’s, and that was when a shadow of a smile started to form on his face.
He stood up and walked to the edge of his cell, peaking out into the dark corridor while also being careful not to get too close to the electrically charged door. If he touched it, he would get shocks charging through his body— something he learnt the hard way. In order to escape, he’d have to take down the electricity system, but pulling off such a scheme without the android guards finding out was beyond his power with such limited resources. You, however, might just be able to pull it off undetected.
A hushed curse just barely reached his ears, and he perked up, trying to hear anything else. It definitely came from you; there was no way any of the robots would let such profanity past their voice record logs. They weren’t the best with advanced vocabulary.
Soon enough, your figure appeared into view, searching around quickly between cells. Once your eyes fell upon the room with the code that read ‘113 L. SEUNGJUN’, you were quick to rush up to the other side of the door.
“Hey, time travelling dumbass. Long time, no see.” You whispered out with a smirk playing on your lips. Seungjun could feel his heart leap in his chest and he returned the smile. He had really missed you.
You quickly punched in the code to his cell and Seungjun watched as the door flickered away. You reached out for his wrist, already pulling him along before he could ask what the escape plan was. You seemed more than familiar with the layout of the building even in the dark. Seungjun opted to let you lead him to the way out without a word. He still didn’t know if there were any guards who might be on patrol.
It was a smooth escape, and you both were out into the cool night air before too long. Seungjun let the crisp fresh air fill his lungs fully, now realising how he had been holding his breath out of caution on the way out.
“How did you disarm the security cameras without getting caught?” He asked once he had caught his breath. Though he had been mostly focused on getting out, he had noticed the distinct lack of little red flashing dots that had been his constant reminder that whatever he did was being watched those 2 days straight.
“Minkyun figured out how to hack it from the inside, so all I had to do was find the control room. Hyojin got me the blueprints and Jaeyoung helped set up the game-plan. My job was pretty simple; get in, disarm, and then go find my stupid ass boyfriend.” You grinned, ruffling his hair as you said the last part.
Seungjun would’ve complained about you messing up his hair, or even the crude nickname that he secretly adored, but he had been apart from you too long to object to anything that came out of your mouth. He was hanging onto every word, soaking up the sound of your voice as his eyes studied yours fondly.
“You’re uncharacteristically quiet. What, did something else happen while you were in there?” You questioned with a quirked brow. Seungjun just shook his head at your question.
“Nothing happened. I’m just glad you came for me.”
“You didn’t seriously think I would ditch you that easily, right?” You stared at him in shock as his eyes told you all the confirmation you needed. “Lee Seungjun!” You smacked his shoulder as you called out his name, causing him to jump and rub the spot afflicted in pain.
“Do whatever it takes to get this thought into your ant-sized brain, okay? I am in love with you which means I will not leave you behind. Ever. Even if I get blasted by one of those androids and die— I’ll haunt you as a ghost until you realize that you can’t get rid of me that easily! Don’t you ever forget that.” You told him sternly, your eyebrows furrowed.
He wanted to laugh, or maybe cry, or maybe kiss you until he couldn’t breathe; he wasn’t sure which. How he had ever ended up winning your heart was beyond him, but he was so grateful that he had. And so, he decided to go with the third option.
“I won’t forget.” He whispered, leaning closer until his breath hit your lips.
You took the first move, pushing your lips on his, starting the gentle dance of passion and care. You didn’t mind that his lips were dry and slightly chapped from the days locked up. No matter what state they were in, they still felt perfect over yours. He pulled you closer almost desperately, but you were just as eager to have him as close as possible. The effect of his absence for 2 days on you was something you never wished to repeat. Though you were sure it would come back to bite you someday; you needed Seungjun like oxygen.
The kiss lasted until Seungjun was gasping for breath, just like he had hoped. Still craving your touch, he stayed in your arms, his chest pressed against yours as close as possible until he could feel your heart racing as much as his.
And he realized that maybe you weren’t too perfect for him after all.
Maybe you were just right. Maybe he could be yours without feeling guilty about all the trouble he dragged you in. Maybe you even liked how rebellious he was, Seungjun thought as you curled your fingers through the section of bright red hair blanketed under his raven strands. The thought made him smile, summoning that warm feeling in his chest that he had always been a little wary of in the past.
Maybe he liked having someone to rely on as well, even if it was another weakness he had to account for. He made up his mind that no matter what, he wouldn’t doubt you again; you deserved at least that much, after all.
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The Day I Ran Into You
ONF Hyojin & Seungjun x gn! reader
Wordcount ≈ 1.2k
Warnings: Feeling left out, anxiety, having trouble making friends, I think that’s it.
Thank you so much for the request, Leo! I hope you enjoy it!
Third Person POV
When (Y/n) got the news that they would be moving to Korea to study, they were very excited. A new adventure with millions of possibilities waiting for them. (Y/n) packed their bags as soon as they knew when they were leaving. (Y/n) had fixed a small apartment that wasn’t too close to the university nor was it too far away, it was a bit expensive but (Y/n) also found a job so it would be fine. (Y/n) was looking forward to meeting new friends and exploring a new city.
However, even though (Y/n) had done everything they could to prepare for this trip, they couldn’t stop their anxiety from ruining the experience. It turns out that making friends was way harder than (Y/n) had expected, throughout the first week of university, they hadn’t met a single person to hang out with. It seemed like everyone had already found their cliques, everyone but (Y/n).
The apartment might have been small but during the night as (Y/n) was feeling lonely, it seemed so vast. The walls span across the country, the roof nowhere in sight, the small night light only illuminating the shadows that dwell around the room.
During the start of the second week, (Y/n) was ready to give up, they were ready to pack up their things and return home. That was until they met two boys who finally made the anxiety shrink from a raging storm to a gentle breeze.
It was during lunchtime on Tuesday that (Y/n) ran into a guy with bright red hair, he was dressed in a dark green hoodie and ripped jeans. The guy was coming around a corner and (Y/n) didn’t see him so they ran right into each other, fortunately, it wasn’t more than a bump so no one got hurt.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” The guy stopped and gave (Y/n) a bright smile while also looking them up and down to see if he caused any injuries or anything. “Um, no, no, um, yes, I’m okay, sorry for running into you,” “It’s fine! It was my fault too. My name is Hyojin! I’m an Astronomy student,” Hyojin reached out his hand for (Y/n) to shake, still a friendly and bright smile on his lips. (Y/n) reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake. “Hi, my name is (Y/n), I’m a (subject) student,” “Are you a first-year student?” “Yeah,” (Y/n) felt a bit nervous to stand there and talk to Hyojin but he was very friendly and his aura calmed her nerves. “I’m in the second year, OH SEUNGJUN! Hey,” Suddenly Hyojin saw someone behind (Y/n) and he began shouting and waving to catch the person's attention. (Y/n) turned around and saw another guy who waved back as he jogged over to where Hyojin and they were standing.
“This is Seungjun, Seungjun this is (Y/n),” “Hello, nice to meet you!” “Hi,” “Sorry, I got caught up with (Y/n) so I forgot we were meeting for lunch, about that, am I keeping you from meeting up with your friends?” “No, not really, I kind of don’t have anyone to eat lunch with,” “Just today or always?” Seungjun asked, his eyes sparkled warmly. “Ya, you can’t just ask them that,” “It’s okay, um I guess always because well I’ve had a hard time finding friends here,” “Are you an exchange student?” “Um kind of, well, I’m not from Korea originally or anything but I’m enrolled for the entire program so not just one semester or so,” “Woah that’s so cool, I don’t think I’d have it in me to move to another country to study, not alone at least,” Seungjun said. The two boys were very easy to speak with, their energy made (Y/n) open up more too, daring to actually speak and show some of their personality.
“Hey, so um, lunch is almost over now, hehe, seems like we all will have to skip it from talking too much. Anyways, Hyojin and I usually have a little picnic on Thursdays after our classes, because some weeks we don’t have time to meet up before that so it’s sort of mandatory for us to do it. Wanna join us this Thursday? It was so nice talking with you so I’d at least love to get to know you more!” “I’d like that too, so what do you say?” (Y/n) took a deep breath, they never thought that them running into a guy with bright red hair could lead to friendship. “Yes, I’d love too,” “Give me your number, I’ll text you the details of when and where and what you should bring!” “Okay!” Hyojin handed (Y/n) his phone and let them add their contact to it. “See ya on Thursday if we don’t run into each other before then!” “Bye,”
Thursday rolled around and classes were over, (Y/n) was at a convenience store to get some drinks for them and the two boys as (Y/n) had been tasked with bringing drinks. (Y/n) was feeling excited to meet with the two nice boys once again, they thought they’d be nervous but they weren’t, probably because Hyojin and Seungjun had been so nice and welcoming. After buying some different drinks, (Y/n) began walking over to the location Hyojin had sent. When they got their, they searched for the bright red hair but couldn’t find it, (Y/n) felt sad, had they been played? Had the boys just been fooling around? That was until they heard two voices shouting their name.
“(Y/n)! Over here!” They turned a bit to the left and saw two boys jumping and waving their arms around as they shouted (Y/n)’s name. Hyojin no longer had bright red hair but now he had a light blonde color. “Hey, I was trying to look for you by your hair color but you changed it,” “Yeah, I got tired of the red, also my teachers didn’t appreciate it, said it was distracting,” As he said distracting he made a funny expression and used a mocking tone, making his two friends laugh. “Well, the red looked good on you but so does the blonde,” “Thanks, (Y/n)!”
And so the three sat in a park, talking about their lives both before meeting and the most recent days, (Y/n) didn’t feel like an outsider or like they had just met the two boys two days ago, no (Y/n) felt like they had known each other their entire lives. Finally, they could enjoy this adventure. Finally, that small apartment wasn’t vast and lonely, no it was slowly getting filled with happy memories, photos, trinkets, and moments from hanging out with the two guys. And Thursday picnics were no longer just a Hyojin and Seungjun thing, it was now a Hyojin, Seungjun, and (Y/n) thing.
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i'm glad i have you with me
bff!san x f!reader
fluff, comfort, childhood best friends to lovers (slow burn) / wc:1.3k
warnings: cheating, crying, swear words, cuddling
note: so tell me how you liked this one. i am a bit nervous because this is my first non-wooyoung fic, but i really enjoyed writing it. please stay tuned in the future for other members' fics too. if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3
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Sitting on a couch at a house party all alone with people you don't know, there's literally any other place you would rather be. Originally you came with you're boyfriend Seungjun, but you haven't seen him in hours. You weren't much of a party person, but this time you accompanied him, because he begged you for days for it, but now you are starting to regret it honestly.
You take out your phone from your back pocket, but before you open it, you look around once more to see if your boyfriend pops up somewhere, you are out of luck, so after you unlocked it, the first thing you open is your messages. Your fingers linger over Seungjun's name, but it says he's been unavailable for hours, no shit Sherlock, you think. Instead, you scroll down a bit and open the messages for your best friend, San.
You know well that he probably not gonna answer, because it's Saturday night, and he is most definitely out with his friends too. You don't care, you try it anyway, he is your best chance to rescue you out of this hell. "Hey, San." is the first you send, you're not sure what to write him, you don't want to bother him. "What are you doing?" you wait a few minutes, but he's not responding, his phone is probably on mute. "I'm kinda bored, I don't know where Seungjun went. I need your rescue ㅠㅠ." Nothing, no response. You feel really annoyed at this point, but not because San, poor boy did nothing wrong, it is just a bad moment. "You know what I'm gonna look for Seungjun. Don't worry and have fun." You lock your phone and put it back in your back pocket.
You look around the kitchen, then in the yard, but you don't see him anywhere. You are getting kinda worried that maybe he left you there. At last, you walk up the stairs, the hallway is full of kissing couples, who must have only met tonight. The moment you enter one of the rooms, you regret everything you did until now. Your boyfriend was there with another girl you had never seen before, doing things you never expected him to do with anyone except for you.
You didn't know what to do in the big shock, but you didn't speak up, maybe they didn't even notice you or just didn't care. But you turned around and hurried down the stairs, unable to control your tears. You just needed some fresh air, you had to get out of this place immediately. You crashed out of the entrance of the house and fell down to the stairs. Sitting there you didn't even think, you were already calling San. This is urgent now.
Your phone didn't even ring for two seconds when they already answered it. "Hey Y/N, is everything okay? I'm sorry my phone was on mute I haven't seen your texts. Have you found Seungjun? Wait, are you crying?" You couldn't even speak, though you wanted to tell him everything. "Y/N please say something! What happened? Are you hurt?" You took three big breaths to calm yourself down enough to talk a few words. "He cheated on me. Could you come to pick me up?" You didn't have to say more. "I've already sat in the car the minute I saw your messages, don't worry. I'll be there soon."
He wasn't lying, he got there in record time. You watched as he pulled up with his car to the driveway of the house. When he gets out of the car, is only when you get up from the stairs you've been sitting on. San rushed towards you at a high speed, so you didn't have time to move even an inch in his way.
"Where is that dickhead?" He asked with blunt words when he got to you. He seemed really angry, maybe even angrier than you, you had never in your life seen him like this before. You shrugged, implying that you don't know and don't care either. But that was not enough for him. "Is he still inside there?" You started to get a little worried.
"I think so. But please don't make a scene, let's just go home." You pulled him through his forearm when he already started walking to the entrance. "Wait for me in the car, okay? I'll be quick, I'm not gonna do anything he doesn't deserve, I swear." He said to you, while he stroked your face with his right hand. You hesitated, but who are you to tell him what to do, so you went up to his car and sat on the passenger side for like five minutes.
At this point you didn't care much about waiting a little longer, that's what you did all night long. San slammed the door behind himself, and somehow he looked even angrier than before. He got in the car next to you and when he looked at you his expression softened. "What did you do?" You asked him with a sobby voice. "I just showed him where he belonged. Let's just say he went swimming." You look down at his hands and you see it's all bruised up.
He started the engine. "San, I don't wanna go home. What if he comes there?" You didn't know what to do, since he had a key to your apartment. You couldn't bare to see his face once more.
"We're going to my place." He didn't even hesitate. You slept at his place many times now, but not since you started dating Seungjun. San was worried when you found out you are going to different colleges, he was afraid that you wouldn't spend as much time together as you used to. But you thought that was nonsense since you have been best friends since you were very little, you grew up together.
He never liked Seungjun, he always said he didn't deserve you. But he was your first boyfriend, and you were blinded with love, at least that's what you thought. Looking back, you also know that he didn't treat you well, but you don't know that when you're in it.
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Entering San's apartment, all you could think about was that you needed to get some sleep asap. Weariness hit you the moment you got hit by the heat of the comfortable room. You didn't want to bother San with your presence, you don't know what plans he had.
You've been quite comfortable in here, so you decided to lie down on the couch in the living room. "What are you doing?" Asked San, entering the room with a glass of water in his hand.
"Sleeping. I'm really tired." You mumbled, not able to speak properly.
"You can't sleep here. Go to my room, there is my bed. I'll sleep on the couch." You sat up at his statement. "No, you can't. This is your place." There's no way you letting him sleep out here in the cold living room when he has his own warm bed just a room away. "Let's sleep both in the bed. I think it's big enough for the both of us." You said. It's not like this is the first time you sleep in the same bed, you always fell asleep next to each other when you were little.
"Are you sure?" He hesitated. "We are not so small anymore." The joke made you both laugh, it made his heart clench to see you happy again.
After you took a warm shower, he gave you a big shirt of his and a jogger pant that was definitely too big for you. You got under the cover, San was already there, lying down. He turned off the lamp on the bedside table, which illuminated the whole room until now.
As soon as it got dark your eyes started watering again, you remember everything that happened today. All of a sudden, you feel a pair of hands slip on your waist. San hugged you tightly from behind. "I got you." He whispered in your ears. He didn't let go of you all night long, you woke up in the same position the next morning.
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Hannah, how about morning sex with onf? (just an idea) ^^
Sorry for the long wait, my love. This came out so so soft. I hope you enjoy it!
They will be back soon!!!
Morning sex with ONF
Mostly how they start morning sex
Pairing: ONF x female reader
Warnings: bad language, semi-sonmo (with assumed consent), mentions of oral, mentions of penetration, mentions of masturbation
Bonus song rec: HOMESWEETHOME, by Yerin Baek
➹Hyojin:
It usually starts with him refusing to get up and not letting you go. "What can be better than staying here with your man?" Is there any reasonable reason? Anyways, sometimes, you all just stay in bed for way too long.
Hyojin tightened his grip on your wrist after you insisted on leaving his side. Even though it was evident that he was fully awake, he started arguing that he needed more time and you certainly needed it too. He kissed your inner wrist with closed eyes, methodically going up your arm. " Also, you know I can eat pussy so well" he whispered against your shoulder.
"Boy, it's 9 AM" you chuckled, not sure whether he was truly down for it. The only thing he wanted was you lying back, right? You rested your body on the mattress, intrigued to see where that was leading you all to.
"Can I?" he asked brushing his nose on yours and delicately pulling on your waistband.
➹J-Us (Seungjun):
It starts with the two of you waking up very close. Your leg circling his waist and his face onto your neck/breasts.
He regained his conscience and nuzzled you awake. "Babe, you smell so good. Am I in a garden?"
You roused muddled, his voice calmly saying you were in his arms. It was so warm there, his breath tickled you in a good way. "G' morning, Jun" you murmured, still feeling your neck being sniffed by your boyfriend.
He alternated nose rubs and pecks all over your neck and jaw until he wanted more of you. Red patterns took your sensitive skin over and his skilled hands had pulled your strap top down. You did not even feel that coming, yet your nipples were between his fingers.
➹E-Tion (Changyoon):
You know it when you all will be making love in the morning by the kisses he traces down on your back. He never wakes you up harshly but when he is in a mood, he becomes mischievous.
The kisses he gifted you were indecent, they were noisy and it seemed like he was trying to save a melting popsicle. You woke up with your shirt rolled up and his sensual presence to arouse you. "My love," you whimpered "what do you want from me?"
"Is this bad?" he promptly asked just to turn back to his conduct because he knew the answer you would give him.
"On the contrary" you just formalize half moaning the words. Changyoon slowly laid on top of you, deliciously crashing you onto the mattress. His erection settled right between your butt cheeks while his mouth stood close to your ear "I want you so bad, let me be inside you"
➹Wyatt (jaeyoung):
On most occasions, it starts with you. You see him sleeping and even though he holds the prettiest pout, his arms are so damn bulky that it makes you curse in your head.
You kissed him good morning and whispered sweet nothings so he woke up smiley. "Please, more kisses" he requested low, in a way that have your mind speeding up. You need to hear his lazy moans in your ear.
You do as he asked for, lingering your lips on the corner of his own before saying your plea. "I wanna make love to you". He chuckled and leisurely grabbed you by the middle in order to bring you closer. His leg easily slid between yours and he started to suck on your shoulder. That had you hyperventilate in no time, like a fool. "Jaeyoung..."
A deep grunt reverberated from him every time you gasped his name. You hated the way he got you out of your mind before you could do anything. Even your hips moved by themselves so your folds rubbed against his leg.
➹MK (Minkyun):
It starts with him pretending he does not want you to wake up.
His nose brushed on your shoulder blade and he purred from time to time. You jerked a few times in your sleep so his heart fluttered in response but you were just slightly shifting position. He did not notice it but his grip around your waist tightened because of his anticipation.
After your hand stumbled from the pillow, you hooked one of his thumbs and forced his hand out of you. "Kyun, it hurts" you panted. The pout on his lips can be spotted in his voice. "Sorry, that wasn't my intention but... I'm in pain too"
You turned to face him the fastest you could, placing your face pretty close to his. Your eyes could not stay open while he admired your face with lust. "Tell me where it hurts?" you asked, starting to get concerned.
"Angel, it's my cock. I mean, I'm so hard" he confessed shamelessly.
➹Yuto (U):
You and he are so in tune that you often wake up both in a mood.
Your breathing was stable near his ear, so Yuto tried not to move. You hugged him as if he was a Teddy bear and your hand settled relaxed on his abdomen. He could not stop daydreaming about you stroking his member as the sunlight gifted your lazy bodies.
Once you woke up and found out he was killing time by playing with your fingers, you caressed his torso upwards, feeling every inch of him. "Gotta get up now, babe?" you asked.
"I don't have anything to do, plus wanna stay with you longer" he replied, letting you continue to palm him, though his touch slightly guided your massage down his shorts. With your delicate hand, you slid his waistband down and clutched his half-hard shaft.
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m.list !!
lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):
[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]
jo jinho:
ko/go shinwon:
yeo changgu (yeoone):
yanan:
[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]
yang hongseok:
adachi yuto/yuuto:
kang hyunggu:
[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]
jung wooseok:
kim hyojong (e'dawn):
i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.
all members:
kim hongjoong:
[ran away to the studio to work on something]
park seonghwa:
[poor mama can't catch a break]
jung wooyoung:
[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]
jeong yunho:
[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]
song mingi:
[just being happy little mufasa]
kang yeosang:
[ordering as much chicken as he can]
choi san:
[being a sex demon again]
choi jongho:
[breaking apples and singing tears]
moon taeil:
[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]
qian kun:
[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]
seo johnny:
[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]
lee taeyong:
[febreezing all the fucking dorms]
kim doyoung:
[he's hiding in his room]
kim jungwoo:
[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]
dong sicheng (winwin):
[running from taeil's monstrous love]
nakamoto yuta:
[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]
jung jaehyun:
[he's preparing to work overtime]
chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):
[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]
wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):
[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]
na jaemin:
[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]
xiao dejun (xiaojun):
[jasmine is really muscular]
wong kunhuang (hendery):
[he's in macau touring with big byung]
liu yangyang:
[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]
zhong chenle:
[flexing his money again]
huang renjun:
[he's planning the death of a dream member]
lee mark:
[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]
lee jeno:
[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]
jung sungchan:
[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]
lee donghyuck (haechan):
[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]
osaki shotaro:
[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]
park jisung:
[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]
moon hyunbin:
[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]
choi seokwon (tan):
[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]
kim byeonggun (hwi):
[cupid is making him do secretary work]
terazono keita:
[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]
yeom taegyun (tag):
[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]
gil dohwan:
[he's yodeling..somewhere]
park sungwon (won):
[snuck out for a poetry slam]
son seungjun (castle j):
[producing some type of track]
nam seungmin (bic):
[he's not a pen, promise]
song minjae:
[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]
no huijun:
[getting a black belt in taekwondo]
bang junhyuk (win):
[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]
lee hangyul:
[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]
park junseo:
[he's dancing his bones off]
jeon minwook (j-min):
[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]
jung gun (yoojun):
[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]
kim hyunwoo (muzin):
[trying to meditate before he goes off]
ryu yeongseo:
[trying to become the next twice member]
na gyumin (doha):
[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]
noh minjae (bit):
[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]
nam dohyon:
[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]
lune:
[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]
heechan:
[he's being hyper again...MOOM]
e-chan:
[his mind is blank leave him alone]
yuku:
[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]
junseo:
[lurking somewhere
D1:
[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]
harry-june:
[flustered about something]
teo:
[working out again]
GK:
[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]
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OH MY GIRL! | 장윤호 – P2. New dude ୨୧
summary` – Noh Hyejin has an image for being popular among boys in their school. Not until, Yunho and Hyejin crossed paths.
genre` – fluff and crack, add a little spice of angst
pairing` – jang yunho x named!reader
warning` – mild cursing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship (🚫), i think that's all :D
note` – this is based on a thai movie OMG! Oh my girl (highly recommend for you to watch it!) please reblog or like if you love it! you can also tell me your opinion abt this fic in the ask box! 🗳️
"I'm sorry," Seungjun apologized, handing Hyejin flowers. Yunho, on the other side, watches them with an expression of despair.
Seungjun spotted him and approached him, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing something on it. Yunho then got the message and took out his phone.
💬 (Seungjun) : Do you like Hyejin?
💬 (Seungjun) : How could you do this to me?
Seungjun began to walk away from him, leaving Yunho behind.
Suddenly, Dongsik appeared from nowhere, running from behind Yunho, shouting his name, "Yunho!" When he finally reached him, he excitedly declared, "Seungjun already broke up with Hyejin." He happily looked at Yunho, "That stupefied. Plain stunned."
Dongsik then shifted his gaze to where Yunho was looking, "Damn it, Fake news" he grumbled as he looked at the couple in front of them.
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Yunho was sitting on a bar stool, enjoying a beer, when Dongsik contacted him. Yunho took his phone from his pocket and placed it near his ear. "What's up, Dongsik?" Yunho asked. "Yunho, I met Seungjun." Dongsik replied, "Seungjun and Hyejin-" Yunho interrupted him off by pushing the red button and placing his phone back in his pocket.
Yunho takes a sip of his beer and continues to consume it. While drinking, he observed a female figure. "Can I have a cigarette?" Yunho asked the guy behind the counter, then the guy handed him a cigarette, "Jerk! Buy it yourself next time." Yunho took the cigarette, "Thanks." and went to where the girl was earlier heading.
"Excuse me, Can I borrow your lighter?"
Nah. The conversation will run out quick.
"Inside is kinda loud, huh? What are you doing out here all alone?"
Nah. She'll wonder what's with the question.
"Smoking, of course."
If the answers are locked like that, then I'll have to attack.
"Careful, you'll get cancer."
"Don't forget to remind yourself as well."
But what if it's a dud?
"Sorry if that was lame. But can you give me your opinion? If you were to rate that pick-up line, what would you give it?"
Okay, that's possible.
Yunho approached the girl slowly, his jaws clenched over the cigarette.
Hyejin observed Yunho and started to wave at him to say hello, but she saw what he was doing and her lips curled into a smile.
"Inside is kinda loud, huh?" Yunho observed as the girl turned to face him. "What are you doing out here all alone?" Yunho asked, "Farting." The girl responded, making Yunho's countenance drop, and Hyejin covered her mouth with her palm to stop her from laughing out loud.
Yunho chuckles awkardly "Can I borrow your lighter?" Yunho said, "I'm not really smoking. I'm just here to fart." The girl confirmed. "Excuse me," she continued, carefully departing the scene. "Sorry. Sorry for laughing, but damn, that was really something, Jang Yunho," Hyejin joked.
Yunho then covered his face with his hand, realizing what just happend.
Yunho swiftly returned downstairs, followed by Hyejin from behind, and Yunho gathering his belongings at the barstool, ready to leave.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'll treat you a round of beer."
"That's enough, universe. If I can escape from this, tomorrow I'll go to the temple for you."
Yunho had only walked outside the door when it began to pour heavily. He simply stood there, not moving one inch. Then his friend, Dongsik, appeared out of nowhere, wet in the rain and clutching his bag.
"Hey! You cut me off!" Dongsik said as he entered, pointing his index finger at his face.
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"Hey, I like this song." Hyejin said while smiling. "Were you born in time?" Dongsik asked while drying his hair with his towel. Hyejin looked at him and said, "Youtube, Spotify, Apple Music." Dongsik then nodded awkwardly, "Yeah. You have a good taste." Hyejin then looked at suspiciously, "What's with the compliment?" Hyejin asked him, Dongsik then started to roll his towel, "I like your friend, Ryujin." and strike it on the floor after, "A lot." Hyejin tried to hold her laugh, "Help me out, will you? Ryujin might be a bit shy, but that's how women are, right?" Dongsik continued, Hyejin then glance at Yunho, who is looking at something. Hyejin slowly appeared into his vision, losing his focus on something, making him snapped back to reality.
"What's on your mind? Do you need to fart?" joked Hyejin, who was then scowled at by Yunho. "Hyejin," Dongsik said. "What?" Hyejin inquired. "What do you mean by fart?" Dongsik inquired, staring at his companion. Then Hyejin leaned in to tell him what had happened before. "Well, just a while ago-" Yunho interrupted Hyejin's speech, "Well, at least I took my shot. What do those who have to wait around know? Have you ever taken a shot?"
Dongsik quickly notices where the situation is going, and Hyejin scoffed in response, "Hold it. What are you mad about?" Hyejin asked him, "Stop blowing your horn. If you knew what to do, you wouldn't have chosen Seungjun." "Why wouldn't I know how? Do you want me to show you?" Hyejin questioned Yunho, who then began to glance around the area until he noticed someone from a distance. "If you're the big shot, get the number of that guy. I'll bet ₩3000, you can't get it," he said, pointing to the individual who is fixing their own stuff.
Hyejin nodded in answer, "Make it ₩5000," Yunho added, as Hyejin stood up and approached the person gently. Dongsik moved in closer to Yunho.
"Can't you piece it together, while Hyejin's here by herself." Dongsik replied. "Huh?" Yunho inquired. "I called you to tell you Seungjun and Hyejin have broken up, like they're really done," Yunho scoffed at his friend's words. "They'll just get back together again-" Dongsik then threw his phone in Yunho's face, it was in Hyejin's ig acc and the bio states 'single'. Yunho's eyes widened as he stared at his friend. "And when you called, why the hell did you start with when “I met Seungjun”? You should've jumped straight into the main topic, that Seungjun and Hyejin are already over, you idiot!"
Dongsik then placed his left palm in front of Yunho's face, causing Yunho to stop speaking. "Dude, listen to me. It's called introducing the topic, mostly people do this to start the conversation off the bat like "Hello, Seungjun has broken up with Hyejin"? No! I would have started with "Hello, I met Seungjun." And then I asked him where Hyejin was. Seungjun looked really hurt, and that's when I tell you Seungjun told me, he and Hyejin have broken up, right? That's what normal people would do." As Yunho listened to what Dongsik was saying, it all made sense, "Such an idiot," Dongsik added, weeping.
They both looked at Hyejin, who was already asking the guy he pointed to, Yunho drinking the beer as his hand trembled, Hyejin went back and seated, Dongsik looking at her with a worried expression. Hyejin taken out something from her tote bag and handed it over to Yunho, saying, "He didn't give it to me."
Hyejin placed the money on the table, and Yunho slowly took it, saying, "I was joking. Just for laughs." and offering the money back.
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"Bye, Yunho! Bye, Hyejin!" Dongsik shouted as he waved goodbye to Yunho and Hyejin. Meanwhile.. Yunho and Hyejin removed their shoes to avoid getting wet as the area they were in began to flood due to the heavy rain. Fortunately, the flood is barely beyond their feet, not even up to their knees.
Hyejin and Yunho faced the same direction as they entered the flood. Hyejin notice it and assumed Yunho would accompany her home. "You don't have to walk me home. I can go home by myself."
"My dorm is on that way," Yunho remarked, pointing with his shoes in that direction.
Yunho was walking behind Hyejin when he noticed cockroaches and rats on his left side. He tried to forget about it until something touched his legs, causing him to panic, "Damn!" and accidentally dropping his shoe in the flood, "Damn it, my shoe!" he exclaimed, pointing to where he dropped it.
Hyejin swiftly stared at him and began to walk towards where he lost it, hoping to assist him in finding his shoe; she said, "Where?" Yunho abruptly replied, "Wait, you don't have-" "No, it's fine," Hyejin answered, continuing to look for his sneaker. "Oh! I think I've found it!" Hyejin exclaimed, moving her hand to the spot where she used to find his shoe, only to find a blue sandal.
"Nope," Hyejin said, putting the sandal in between her left upper arm so it wouldn't fall, and she continued on seeking the shoe, "Hey, it's fine. I'll just take that one. There's no way we'll find it," Yunho said, consoling her. "Are you sure?" Hyejin questioned, hesitantly handing him the sandal. "Thank you," Yunho said as he took it from her hand.
Yunho glanced at the sandal in his fingers before returning his gaze to Hyejin and beginning to follow her from behind. "Return safely," Hyejin said. Yunho was about to walk away when Hyejin said, "Oh, wait." Yunho was forced to return to his previous position. "Never mind.. I forgot.." Hyejin replied with a nod. "Thank you for walking me home... um... bye," Hyejin murmured, lifting her right hand to bid him goodnight. Yunho followed suit, raising his right hand with the sandal on them. They both began to walk away, and Yunho gave her one more look before returning to his hostel.
Hyejin was now standing in front of the door, searching through her tote bag for the dorm keys, but they weren't there? Hyejin searched again, hoping that it was merely buried in there, but it wasn't. Hyejin sat on the stairwell in front of the door, trying to remember where she had put it.
Yunho was joyfully walking when his phone suddenly rang, signalling that someone was contacting him; he took his phone from his pocket and answered the call. "Dongsik, what's up?" Yunho inquired. "It's cupid, bro. Did you see my present in your bag?" Dongsik said, and Yunho hastily fished through his tote bag, only to find the keys he had been staring at. Yunho retrieved it from his tote bag and looked at it for a moment before dashing back in.
Hyejin was no longer present when he arrived. He took out his phone and texted Hyejin.
Hey, I found your keys : (Yunho) 💬
💬 (Hyejin) : Really?! Thanks! Someone already let me in.
💬 (Hyejin) : I'll just get them tomorrow at the University.
Yunho grinned at the message before putting his phone back in his pocket and returning to his dorm.
"Uh.. Thanks again." Hyejin said looking at the tall man who let her in and bowed at him after. "No worries." The tall man said, Hyejin bowed again and went upstairs to her dorm. "Uhm.. Please regret my intrusion, but were you able to make your friend jealous?" The tall man questioned, causing Hyejin to halt walking and spin around to face him.
"I like guys, sweetie," the previous man said, holding a cigarette. "Oh, really?" Hyejin asked, "Yes." The man nodded, "Well.." Hyejin said as she got closer to him, "You don't have to give me your real number, give me a fake. I just want to make my friend jealous. My friend is sitting over there." Hyejin quietly said it to him, the tall man heard everything and looked at where she was pointing her friend. The tall man grimaced at the sight and swiftly returned her gaze. "This isn't my kind of thing. Go play at home, kiddie," the man said, making Hyejin laugh.
Hyejin snorted at the question, "No, I guessed wrong. He wasn't jealous at all." Hyejin smiled back. "You shouldn't feel bad about it because... your friend appears to be a pervert," the tall man said, chuckling. "Uh... My name is Youngjoon," the tall introduces himself. "Actually, we've met before; you accidentally stabbed me with the billiard's stick that time." Youngjoon said. Hyejin forms an 'o' with her mouth and points her index finger towards him. "I remember now," Hyejin said, "Yeah, see you around," Youngjoon added before going about his business. Hyejin returned to her room as well.
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"For this song, start with the snare. Okay?" Youngjoon said, talking with his bandmate before speaking to the mic, "I might not sing this song well, but can I ask the person who requested it. Please come up and sing with me?" Youngjoon said, looking and gesturing Hyejin to come up on stage, "Okay." Youngjoon chuckled as Hyejin swiftly waved her hand, "No need to wave, come on up."
"Hey, just go with it. Hyejin is good at picking losers; she'll break up with him soon, trust me," Dongsik reassured Yunho. "I'm just annoyed; doesn't he know Hyejin doesn't like this kind of stuff?" Hyejin made a choice and dashed to the stage, holding the microphone, and began to sing.
Yunho gazed at her, surprised; he hadn't expected her to be present on stage. Yunho sighed and leaned against the wall behind him. Dongsik shakes his head and leans in for the beer. Youngjoon smirked at Dongsik, causing him to stop drinking and stare at him in confusion. Dongsik carefully placed his beer on the table and turned behind him, then his eyes widened. He tapped Yunho's arm quickly. "Yunho, I have a good news. But please know one thing.. I think Youngjoon is gay."
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"Youngjoon's that guy, right?" (Dongsik)
"I stalked him. Fine-looking. Loaded." (Yoosung)
"Oh? Then why's he living at the student dorm?" (Jihun)
"Jihun, the dorms belong to his mom." (Yoosung)
"Owning the dorms making him rich?" (Dongsik)
"But there's another 30... He does night gigs as a hobby. He uses his own money to do his music. He doesn't use any of his family's money. He's starting to set himself up." (Yoosung)
"His profile is great." (Jihun)
"Just give up, Yunho." Dongsik said looking at hopeless-yunho. "The right person at the wrong time is the wrong person." Dongsik continued.
"Try listening to a podcast or medidate. You might become calmer." Jihun gave Yunho an advice.
"Why are we interested in this middle class guy? Who is infatuated with a girl isn't even his?" Yoosung asked Yunho.
"You don't have to get over being sad. Use your hurt to do something else like work and become well-known. A girl will come your way." Jihun said. "Jihun, that's how to get over someone, if you've been dumped." Yoosung stated. "Oh yeah, he wasn't even chosen." Jihun joked making the other two laughed except for Yunho. "Everyone.. stop talking for a sec, will you? I want you to comfort me, do I really have to ask?" Yunho mumbled making the three boys come to sit beside and comfort him.
TO BE CONTINUED | next – P3. Day 1,450 → Day 0
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💗Pink Bunny🐰
Warnings: bf!Ivan x gf!reader, tooth rotting fluff, brief moment of crying, use of king and real names interchangeably, former member mentioned, gentle kissing, use of pet name (honey)
King/Name:
-Dann/Seungbo
-Arthur/Yunho
-Mujin/Sungho
-Louis/Dongsik
-Ivan/Yoosung
-Jahan/Jihun
-Chiwoo/Seungjun
A/N: Yes, this is totally self-indulgent but after I saw Ivan perform with his new pink hair, I cried my eyes out remembering his pink hair pre-debut with the 8 Letters cover they did. I had to write this for my own sanity, so I hope you enjoy my emotional drabble that was TOTALLY not written at 3-4am... Feedback is always appreciated!!!♡
Looking at the tall idol in front of you, nothing could stop the gentle tears streaking down from your cheeks with light sniffles following behind. The panic on his face was so endearing and priceless in the moment. You couldn't hide the small giggle that escaped your quivering lips, making him worry even more.
"Honey, why are you crying?! D-does it not look good, i-is it that bad?" Yoosung quickly grabs your upper arms and pulls you closer, eyes darting all across your face with extreme worry.
This only caused you to cup his cheeks and press a gentle, soothing kiss to his. You could quickly feel his tense muscles relax as his hold on you loosens. Pulling away you quickly give a warm smile to your boyfriend, feeling Deja vu wash over you in the blink of an eye.
"Y/N! Look at me, my hair is really bright now!" Yoosung bounces over as soon as he spots you walking into the studio where their first official profile photos for Kingdom were going to be taken. His smile was bright, and the makeup was done beautifully, but the one thing that stood out was his bright pink hair. "Doesn't it look pretty? I'm so nervous for Kingmaker to see it..." He suddenly voices aloud.
"Nonsense, it looks so adorable on you. Just didn't think the corrupted King Ivan would sport bubble gummy pink hair." You tease, ruffling it totally forgetting he was getting pictures done soon. A stylist comes over and gently scolds you before fixing it. "I love it, this is going to be the start of your dream! You will be an Idol Yoosunggie!"
He beams a bright smile and giggles nervously, "Are you staying for the cover we worked on? I wanted to surprise you with it since we are going to film it for Kingmaker! It was our final evaluation song." He fiddles with his fingers nervously, praying you would have time since they really worked hard after such harsh criticism.
"Of course, I am! I was going to hang out at the dorm and help cook tonight, remember? Do you really trust Dongsik and Seungjun in the kitchen?" You scowl, chewing your lip nervously. Yoosung laughs, shaking his head in agreement that indeed, it was a terrible idea.
Soon enough Seungbo called everyone over to start the photo shoot. The group shots breezed by fairly quick with exellent and before you know it, it was time to hear your boyfriend sing with his group before they continued with solo shots. This would be the first time you got to actually hear him do anything with Kingdom. He was not at all confident in his skills in dancing, so you never saw him practice around you. He would sing for you all the time, loving to watch you smile and praise him for his high notes when he would belt out songs in karaoke for you. Yet he refused to show you anything he did with the group, excuses left and right. Now as you watch him focus on recording the cover with his members, you understand he wanted to make you proud and surprise you. He wanted to show you he was a king.
Once they got the okay for the recording, they disperse and you head straight for Ivan, wide smile as you tackle him from behind in a bear hug. He stumbles but keeps his balance as Mujin laughs from the affection.
"You did so wonderful, Vannie! I've never heard you sing like that before. It's like the hair color gave you super vocals!" you tease, giving him loads of praise before you turn and compliment Mujin and Jahan who were next to him, "And I didn't know you two have vocals like that, especially you Jahan!" They shyly bow in thanks until Arthur calls the two over, leaving you alone with Ivan and grinning ear to ear.
"So, you really liked it honey?" Yoosung asks, his voice even cracking out of pure nervousness. His hands find purchase around your waist to tug you closer, taking the alone time to get more intimate without being teased by the cloud king, Chiwoo.
"Liked it? Ivan, I loved it! It was perfect, you all sounded wonderful. The snow king has the prettiest voice to me, though..." You coo, arms around his neck to pull him down for eskimo kisses. He laughs, embarrassed before he gently presses a kiss to each corner of your mouth before pressing them your lips. From that day, you were utterly in-love and the proudest person of King Ivan.
"No Ivan, it's perfect..."
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Sports Day (J-US x Reader)
Pairing: J-US (Lee Seungjun) x gn!Reader
Requested?: Yes
Genre: High School!au, Sports Day!au
Trigger Warning!!: Reader is anxious about embarrassing themselves
Summary: Though you tried avoiding participating, you get paired in the three legged race together with class president Seungjun.
Word Count: 1,004
A/N: Actually ONF are not on my writing list but I’m making an exception. It took me super long to write this (I’m super sorry about that), partly because I don’t really know ONF, but also because I originally went with an e2l plot and then decided to scrap the idea. The sports day idea came to me while I was reading webtoon, I hope you like it too :) - Admin J
The door to the classroom opened with a loud thud as the class president Seungjun walked inside, waving around a sheet of paper. The whole class got quiet, excited to hear what this was about.
"Everyone, sports day is in a week, so the teacher asked me to assign who will be participating in which sport."
Cheers and groans were going around the classroom equally after his announcement. Personally you weren't a fan of sports day, not because you weren't athletic but more because you didn't feel like embarrassing yourself in front of the eyes of the whole school. So you tried your best to avoid participating.
"Alright, so the last event would be the three legged race... anyone up for that?" It was quiet in the classroom, if this was a cartoon there would probably be a cricket sound effect. The class president sighed, "I guess I'll do it then, but I need someone to be my partner."
That's when it happened, one of your pencils decided to roll off the desk and cause a noise that had everyone looking at you. "Hey, Y/N isn't participating in any event yet!" Someone noticed and before you could even protest your name was already noted down next to Seungjuns.
His eyes lit up as he send you a smile, that you couldn't even return, still too perplexed about what had just happened. Then he walked back out to give the list to the teacher.
~*~
After classes were over, you were about to leave school grounds when someone called out for you. As you turned around you found Seungjun sprinting towards you. He halted next to you, gasping for air, "Y/N, since we're participating in the race together, should we practice some time?" You guessed he was right. Since you already had to participate it wouldn't hurt to practice.
"How about tomorrow after class? We can meet up on the sports field." You suggested and Seungjun agreed instantly, "I'll bring a ribbon to tie our legs. Can I walk with you for a while?" His question caught you off guard, but since you were walking in the same direction anyway you didn't mind.
"You didn't seem to be too excited about sports day, do you not like it?" Seungjun made small talk during the walk. You shrugged, "It's not that i dislike it, I'm just scared I'll embarrass myself in front of everyone." "Oh, but why would you? Sports day is about having fun, don't worry, no one will laugh about you if you make a mistake."
Well that was easy for him to say, everyone loved him. People would never laugh about him, you however would probably be like a clown show for them.
"Remember Y/N, we're a team, so I'll make sure you don't have to be embarrassed!" Seungjun called out with a smile before your ways parted.
~*~
The next day you met Seungjun at the sports field as promised. When he tied your right foot together with his left, you realized how close the two of you had to be for this game. It got you nervous, but not uncomfortable, however you wondered how Seungjun was feeling about it.
"Alright should we walk up to the line there? We can start slow in the beginning." If he was affected by the close proximity he didn't show it at all. As you started practicing it went well in the beginning, but as Seungjun picked up the pace, you eventually stumbled over your feet and since Seungjun was connected with you it ended with the both of you toppled over on the ground.
"I'm so sorry." You profoundly apologized to Seungjun who was laughing. "Y/N, I'm fine, really. Are you?" He asked as he pulled you up with him, considerate of the fact that your feet were still tied together. "Yeah I'm fine." You dusted off your knee, which hurt a little bit, but it would only be a bruise.
"Ok, lets try again. How about I do this." he suggested putting his arm around your shoulder to stabilize the two of you, "this way I can make sure to catch you if you fall." It was sweet of him to ask for your consent. With this new strategy your running quickly improved and your tempo finally synched up.
~*~
When sports day came around you were beyond nervous. Sure thanks to Seungjun practice had gone well, but could you perform just as good against all the other competing teams?
"Hey Y/N, you ready?" Seungjun popped up behind you, draping one of his arms over your shoulder. He was still sweaty from participating in the soccer match and his cheeks were glowing red from exhaustion. "I guess, but are you?" handing him a bottle of water to refresh himself, he took it happily.
After drinking half of the bottle he used the other half to pour it over his head to cool down. You screeched when some of the water splashed on you as well and pushed him away lightly, while he laughed about your reaction.
Seungjun and you had gotten quite close due to training together quite a few times. You were sure that definitely helped in improving your tempo together as well.
"All students participating in the three legged race come forward!" a teacher announced through a megaphone. Seungjun and you moved forward, along with the other participants. Before the race could begin someone checked that your feet were tied together correctly.
As you were getting ready Seungjuns arm wrapped around your shoulder as practiced. The two of you nodded at each other, determined to win. After the kickoff you started running, not focusing on the other pairs around you, just as Seungjun had told you during practice.
You hadn't even realized you won until your classmates came storming over to congratulate you. However before they could reach you Seungjun had already embraced you in a bone crushing hug, "See! I told you Y/N! You won't be embarrassed!"
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seventh albatross
j-us x f!reader
word count: ~ 11500
warnings: profanity, physical intimacy (sex but not smut, you know??), alcohol consumption, “off screen” violence
a/n: steampunk(??) au; a 100 ways request from ages ago with the prompt “ “I bought you a ticket.”
In your small town, there are only two certainties: things change, and you are irreparably in love with lee seungjoon.
The sky spells trouble with ominous gray and wisps of fog. While you should be stocking shelves, you find yourself instead frozen near the front of the store, your eyes fixated on the heavy clouds. There’s layers of them. Those closer to the ground a paler shade, and seem to float along faster than the blanket of dark steel above it. There would be no shipments coming or going now.
People liked to say your town’s shipments were essential. That they kept society as a whole running. Airships don’t run without fuel, after all. Neither does half the machinery in the city’s factories. Faraway as the town might be, society needed you. Except, of course, that society had already proven it didn’t. At least, it didn’t specifically need Seogholde. They could make due as long as there were other coal mines they could reach.
Society proper had only decided to care about Seogholde again when they found out just how it was that the town hadn’t collapsed without them. So the hangar had opened back up, officially. Shipments back and forth between the town and the rest of the world began again, officially. It was the kind of thing that would be in history books, if anyone ever bothered to write a history of Seogholde.
You ought to appreciate that you’ve seen both the opening and closing of the town’s chapter of isolation. Instead, you only worry that it will rain right as closing happens. You hadn’t brought an umbrella with you today. The wait for the tram and the walk to your home will be frightful without one if the darkness of the clouds is any indication.
A call of your name nearly makes you drop the glass bottle you are still holding from when the weather had distracted you.
From behind the counter, Old Karim’s face crinkles as he smiles warmly. He was Old Karim eternally in your mind, even if the younger Karim had gone years ago. “If you just place that one, I can take care of the rest,” he told you, “I can tell you don’t want to get caught in the storm.” Ever since you were young, people have always said he could tell what was wrong. It wasn’t until you began working with him that you realized it seemed to be true of more than just physical ailments.
It might not make you a very good apprentice to rush off before the apothecary closes, but your master’s offer is tempting. “It’s alright. I don’t want you to have to pace around the store.”
Karim’s smile only grew. “You won’t have to walk back and forth when you know where everything belongs by heart.” Embarrassment crept up the back of your neck at that. “Or I could ask Valeria to do it.” From the backroom, you swear you hear your fellow apprentice already calling from hearing her name mentioned. She’d resent you for at least a weekend if she had to take over the end of your work.
“Really, I’ll be fine. I think the rain will hold a while longer,” you claim, and hope that it doesn’t really show that you have no idea.
You happen to be lucky, though. The clouds continue to drift in an overbearing fleet overhead as you arrive at the tramstop, but the ground remains dry.
Across the wide, dust laden street, you spot a familiar form closing up a shop. Curtains are pulled shut over the store’s broad window, as if anyone in town would forget the magnificent display of antiques and clocks that lay on the other side of the glass. The shopkeeper, Lenna, visibly sighs when she turns around and sees you in return.
She says nothing until she’s crossed over the tramline and practically by your side. Then etiquette forced her to greet you with a quaint, “Good evening.”
“Good evening, Ms. Kask,” you return, fumbling for a politesse that you had never quite been taught. From the thin line of her lips, you can only assume that you still haven’t managed to get it right. “You’ve been working late, lately? I haven’t seen you here all week.”
Lenna does not turn her attention to you. “Some people have the misfortune of caring enough about their profession to put in long hours when a job calls for it, you see,” she insults carefully, such that it might be taken as simple repartee. “And yourself? Are you still carrying on with that… distinguished young man of yours?” Here, Lenna is less delicate. Her words may have been complimentary, but her tone made it clear that she implies just the opposite meaning.
“Seungjoon,” you feel compelled to remind Lenna of his name, as if she’d truly forgotten, “and I are doing fine.”
“Just as I feared,” she replied curtly, “More and more it seems our only hope is that he breaks your heart before he gets it in his head to propose.”
You scowl, the good mood given to you by Old Karim’s jovial laughter and Valeria’s promise to see you this weekend spoiling quickly. “I wasn’t aware you had any hopes for me, Lenna.” There is no surprise nor fondness in your words.
“I have hopes for everyone halfway decent in this forsaken town,” she announced, sparing you a glance. Halfway decent, you understood, really means anyone who could still trace their lineage back to one of the cities. Not the miners, their descendants, or the wanderers who had managed to make some kind of pilgrimage to reach Seogholde by anything other than aircraft. “If I didn’t I’d have no reason to stay.” That is, she’d been trapped here when the town was blacklisted nine years ago. And she hadn’t yet managed to make the funds needed in the past three to afford a ticket out. Bitter, cynical Lenna. There is nothing in the apothecary you know to fix that.
The steam is visible before the tram itself. From over the roofs of the street, it rises in steady plumes before camouflaging itself amidst the fog. The serpentining of the tram’s sole route a scarlike reminder of how unplanned the town had been. For generations, they say, straight roads would be intercepted by the sudden sprouting up of the frame of a house or store. By the time the tramline was built, the main road had become a curving vein that’s path was more like that of a river than a manmade plan.
It runs roughly from northwest to southeast. The Old Mine at one terminus and the first stretch of the Xu farm at the other. A year and a half ago, the Sorensens had campaigned to extend the track out to their own farm as well -- but they had too little good will in town for it to be effective. They had arrived only six months prior to that, with a land permit signed by the city’s chairman of property. While the town had decided, quietly and collectively, not to fight the ordinance, they got little more than that. Moreover, the Sorensens had gone about it all wrong. Very few things had happened in Seogholde by the city’s bureaucratic standards for nearly a decade. (Lenna Kask, of course, had been the first of the few who did sign their petition, and only because she was impressed to see a proposition on paper at all.)
The tram comes around the corner of the grocer’s with a heave of steam from its engine. Two metal boxes linked together, with dark green paint chipped in places. On each car there are two rounded rectangles punched out of metal sides that need to be fastened over with tarp in the winter to keep snow from falling in. On the boarding side, a doorway space divides the two open-air windows, wide enough for a couple to get on or off at the same time.
As it approaches your stop, a familiar face leans out of one of the windows, features brightening at the sight of you; and yours in return. Seungjoon waves at you, earns a scoff from Lenna, and ducks back into the tramcar in time to move towards the entryway to meet you there.
He offers you help in taking the step up onto the tram not because you need it, but because it’s a gentlemanly, acceptable excuse for him to hold your hand. One that not even the eldest, more reserved onlooker would feel the need to gossip about.
After his smile and the smudge of grease on his cheek, the next thing you notice is the welding goggles still around Seungjoon’s neck. As the tram ticks back into motion, you give a small tug at the goggle’s band to point it out. “Is Ms. Giroto going to be mad at you for taking these again?”
He laughs, his grin turning to one of some chagrin at his forgetfulness. “She’ll understand,” he said, though you both know his employer will chew his ear off if she discovers a single item from the workshop.
With a glance around, you soon find yourself with another question for him. “Where’s Yuto?”
“Mikhail had to keep him back a while longer, show him some details of an old model that needs fixing.”
“Mikhail?”
“Mr. Kavaliou,” he clarifies. You lean back slightly, until your shoulder brushes against another passenger, right yourself a fraction, and give Seungjoon an amused once-over.
“Look at you. You finish an apprenticeship and suddenly Mr. Kavaliou is just Mikhail?”
“Not to his face,” Seungjoon admits with a chuckle. “Besides, you’ve always called Old Karim by his given name.”
“Everyone calls Old Karim by his given name. That’s the difference.”
“How is the apothecary, anyway?” Seungjoon’s gaze went past you for a moment. Then one of his hands reached for the wall, and the other to your arm. In total, it steadied both of you as the tram took its harshest turn; passengers paying less attention stumbling around and apologizing to those they bumped against.
“It’s alright. I think, if I could actually memorize where everything’s kept, I wouldn’t be an apprentice anymore.”
The breaks squeak as the tram slows at the stop -- affectionately known as Clara’s, after the founder of the tavern sat right across from it, though it had changed hands time and time again over the generations. This is usually where Yuto would say his goodbyes to the two of you; hurrying away among the crowd not to get a drink, but to go down Baker’s lane to the narrow wooden house his forefathers had built upon arrival in Seogholde. Most of those who got off at Clara’s stop headed to the tavern. It’s owned by a Yoon now, but the sign out front, if anyone bothered to read it, still reads DuFaure.
With the car emptied out around you, Seungjoon let his arm come around your waist, and pulls you a little closer to him. He steps back, you along with him, away from the open panels until his back hits the metal end of the car. Then he kisses you. Unabashed and tender, with hands trailing up your back and over shoulders until they cup your face. The tram sways to the left, following the same curvature you’ve known all your life. It only makes your feet shuffle closer to him, your hands grasp tighter at his waist.
It isn’t until a rumble breaks through, originless and all around, that the two of you break apart.
You watch as Seungjoon’s eyes roam up and over, his head tilting as he takes the best look he can out the window. Your fingers curl against the cotton of his shirt, endearment keeping your gaze locked on his gentle features.
“The sky’s gonna break soon,” he says. Neck and chin still at an angle, his eyes flit back to yours, an impulsive smile creeping onto his lips.
There is a flash somewhere, unplaceable, like one you must have missed before. Wordless, both of you wait for the crack of thunder that follows. It rings impossibly loud, seeming like it should be enough to shake the whole tram. There’s never been a drum as loud as nature’s own.
“Did you bring an umbrella today?” you ask.
He shakes his head, and moves his hands away from your face. “Maybe it’ll hold.”
The universe contradicts, refuses any optimism. You hear it first, like bullet fire against the car’s roof, and then you see it. Rain falls in thick sheets on either side of you.
“Maybe it’ll wash the muck off your cheek,” Seungjoon revises his hope, looking at you with a simpering grin. You set an accusatory glare at him, and wipe the back of your hand against where you remember his fingers being. Sure enough, there’s an inky black smudge on your skin, a transfer from his wellworked hands.
You tsk, and ask, “Doesn’t Ms. Giroto have sinks for you mechanics?”
He looks on the verge of answering, but the tram is squeaking to its next stop, and both of you need to disembark. Seungjoon settles on a shrug, and grabs your hand to lead you both towards the cutaway doorway. As soon it comes to a halt, he looks out at the pouring rain and then to you as if it were a challenge. “Run?”
You nod, and shift your hand in his. “Run.”
He hops down first, and lets out a shriek as the rain hits his skin. But he pauses, your intertwined fingers a tether he has no intention of breaking, and you follow his small pull out into the downpour.
The cobblestones are slick enough, but it’s worse as soon as you’re off the main road. Well-trodden as the narrow streets that branch off the town’s center may be, they still turn to mud quickly, especially with a storm of this force. You and Seungjoon cling to each other as you run the familiar path, nearly slipping at intervals, and letting out yelps and yells each time one rescues the other. Onlookers and overhearers would call you both raucous, with the way senseless loud laughter mixes in with surprised shouts.
Bright flashes cut across the sky, accompanied by a timpani impressive enough to convince you this is a doomsday. Yet you’re laughing. Seungjoon falls a step behind you, nearly pulls you down with him. You manage to keep your footing, and use your free hand to stabilize him. Droplets pound against your skin, and cling at your eyelashes, threatening to blind you. He shouts a thank you. It’s hard to feel like you can say anything without shouting in this rain; it is loud, demanding, but in the end he is louder than he imagines. The two of you are off again, around the last bend before some reprieve.
The covered porch of Seungjoon’s home is narrow. There’s a hole in one of the planks that means the rain leaks right through in a small spot to the far right of the door. But it’s enough shelter for you to try to rub some of the moisture off your face and ring out part of your skirt before he opens the door.
The door opens into a short hall of sorts, formed by the outer wall and the side panel of the house’s sole set of stairs. To the right is the small kitchen, and the round table where most meals are had; to the left what amounts to a sitting room, poorly furnished but familiar enough to feel cozy to you now. Upstairs -- although decorum said you shouldn’t know -- were the two bedrooms.
“Changyoon?” Seungjoon calls. He gives you a signal to head left before turning the other way, heading up the creaking steps to check if his housemate is already back.
You run your hands through your soaked hair and wander into the sitting room. On the wall is a tin panel that frames four daguerreotypes. The two on top stoic portraits of Changyoon’s parents, and on bottom ones of the whole family. Changyoon is only recognizable in one of them. In the other, he is only a bundle in his mother’s arms. It is a reminder that this home had once been only theirs.
A shudder runs down your spine, either from the chill of being soaked or the memory of how things changed.
People always said Seogholde’s shipments were essential. Vital goods needed by all of society. Naturally, then, cargo crafts were known to be at risk for plundering. Only one passenger airship ever went between the town and the city. Nine years ago, when the news came that the Sixth Albatross had been taken by rogues and left a burning mass in the middle of the mountains, no one had believed it. You hadn’t really known either Changyoon or Seungjoon yet. But people began to mention them, in hushed tones, along with a short list of others. It was Valeria’s father, you recall, who had referred to them as the Albatross’ orphans.
And the rest of the world, it seemed, felt no sympathy for the town. The pillaging of the Sixth Albatross had been taken as a sign that Seogholde is simply too far away, with too many dangerous stretches of open skies. There are other mining towns. So for six years, the world carried on without your town, pretending it never existed at all.
Three years ago, when the government sent its first passenger craft in years, everyone had been astonished. Sickened, even, at the name embossed on the side of the airship.
Seungjoon interrupts your reminiscing with an arm around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder from behind you. “He must still be at the hangar,” he tells you quietly. Wet strands of his hair tickle at your cheek. He looks at the daguerreotypes hanging on the wall and lets out a small sigh. A moment passes, where you wonder if he’s thinking back on the same tragedy as you. “Hey,” Seungjoon calls for your attention lowly.
You turn in his loose hold, and he straightens his back to look at you properly. He’s already hung up his leather coat; the wet sleeves of his shirt messily rolled up to his elbows, the material clinging to his chest. “You’re shivering,” he observes. “Do you want something dry to put on?”
The way his eyes roam over your face sets a warmth in the middle of your chest. His fondness is evident as ever. Enough to make you wonder how it is that you went years with him as little more than a name rather than as a person essential in your life. You reach up so your palms rest along his jaw, and bring him close enough to kiss. The arm around your waist tightens, and a hand finds its way to the nape of your neck. His hold stays the same only long enough for the kiss to deepen before his fingers clutch at your hips.
He pulls back, and leads you a few steps further into the sitting room. When you pull the welding goggles off of him, the water pooled inside them sprinkles the both of you, making both of you let out a mixture of a cry and a laugh. You drop the heavy accessory to the floorboards. In another mood, Seungjoon might have complained, or teased, that Mr. Kavaliou would chew him out more than Emma Giroto if they were damaged. With the air that’s set between the two of you, though, he can only pull you in again, his chuckle dying out just in time for him to press his lips to yours.
His fingers set to work on the buttons down the front of your dress. He stops when he reaches your waist, breaks off the kiss, and looks at you tenderly. “Do you want to?” he asks, searching out hesitancy on your features. You reply by reaching out and starting on the fastens of his shirt.
“Yes,” you manage in an exhale, and kiss him again.
He carries on until you can shrug off the outer layer. His lips move from yours to your neck, starting at the sensitive pulse point just beneath your jawline. You push the soaked cotton off his shoulders, and Seungjoon lets go of you to let his shirt fall to the floor. He sits on the one couch in the room, and holds out his hands to you. There’s still a slight dampness, a chill from the storm on both of you as your palms glide over his.
You settle onto his lap, and he gathers the light material of your underdress around your hips. His fingers clutch at the white fabric and at your sides as he kisses you once again. Your back arches a fraction as he mouths at your skin, traveling as low as the neckline of your shift will allow. He looks up and you to murmur, “you’re beautiful,” before he tugs the damp dress up over your head.
All the more exposed, you find yourself pressing closer to him as he resumes littering kisses along your skin. Your fingers trail over his bare chest. He releases a sigh, appreciative of your every touch, against a patch of your clavicle he’s left wet with saliva.
It isn’t the first time. Sometimes you wonder if somehow Lenna knows that you and him have done away with the decency of a respectable courtship; if that was why she harbored a cynical sentiment towards him. Or maybe, you think selfishly, she’s simply never felt warmth pool beneath another’s touch the way you do now with him.
“Seungjoon,” you say, your hands moving up to tangle in his damp hair. He hums and pulls back, his touch still roaming you. A lusty gloss in his eyes confirms that he wants the same as you. You reach between your two bodies and begin on the buttons of his pants. He relaxes against the back of the couch, his hands stroking at your thighs as you work at undressing him as well.
Once they’re undone, the two of you switch positions, him rising for a moment to push his trousers down providing you the opportunity to lay back against the thin cushion. When he returns to you, one of his hands runs up your bare side while the other laces with one of your own.
“I love you,” he whispers, his lips a fraction away from yours. It’s not the first time for that, either, but it still sends a flutter through you, from lips to toes.
“I love you,” you return without qualifier, hands upon his shoulders.
The wicker frame creaks beneath every rock of his hips against yours. It’s barely audible to you over the sound of his heavy breath beside your ear.
Your grasp at his face and redirect him to kiss you again. They’re sloppy now, open-mouthed and interrupted by quiet moans. Seungjoon presses his forehead against yours, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. Your fingertips curl against his skin, gasping out praises that cause a panting grin to pull across his lips.
Seungjoon mumbles adulations back to you choppily. Sentences that begin without ever ending; broken middles running against each other. “You’re… I love… So good, so pretty… Shit... You...”
When he comes undone, his head is pressed against your neck, lips senseless against your skin. He stills entirely for a moment, listening to your heavy breathing, the slight whine that works into it. Then his hand moves, trailing over your stomach and then further; unsatisfied until he sees your eyes flutter shut with a relief that matches his own.
“Good?” he asks.
Without opening your eyes, you nod, lips still blissfully parted.
Seungjoon takes it as his cue to roll off of you, squeezing the two of you side by side on the wicker couch as best you can fit. For a moment, the two of you do nothing. The moment hovers, unbreakable, somewhere far away from towns and cities and airships. You become aware again, slowly, of the sound of the rain against the walls and the windows’ shutters. It’s as heavy as it began, with crashes of thunder still sprinkled amidst it.
The two of you manage to gather your clothing and head up to his room before Changyoon returns.
Your clothing, still damp, is hung up. Seungjoon finds an old chemise and a pair of trousers that fit well enough for you not to feel uncomfortable appearing in front of his housemate.
When you both come down the stairs, Changyoon is in the kitchen, and raises his eyebrows at your appearance.
“I didn’t know you were coming over today.”
“The rain caught us off guard,” you explain in a sigh, “Your house is closer than mine.”
Seungjoon settles behind you, both arms around your middle. “How’s the hangar?”
Changyoon groans. “We weren’t able to send out our last shipment today. The rain caught us off guard, too. Someone from the city will probably send a strongly worded message as if it’s our fault.”
“They’ll make do,” you reply quickly. A catchphrase of sorts in Seogholde, ever since society decided they cared about the town after all.
“They’ll make do by making our lives hell somehow, more like,” Changyoon retorts, leaning back against the small bit of counter space their kitchen had. You frown, and Seungjoon asks what he thinks that’ll be. He scoffs. “It’s not like before,” he says; you both know before is the six years that the town was on its own, “Everyone at the hangar gets paid by the city now.”
Seungjoon lets go of you, moves to your side instead. “They can’t just not pay.”
“Like they can’t just blacklist a whole town?” There isn’t much either of you can say to that. Six years had already proven his point.
“If it’s the same as before, you’ll get paid the way they did before too,” Seungjoon concludes, moving towards one of the cabinets to find food. Changyoon gives his friend a questioning look; one that flits between you and him, as if you’re the problem here. As if just because you hadn’t been close to them during that time meant you were naive to how Seogholde found a way to survive.
“Open mooring towers to the highest bidder?” you propose, if only to prove that you aren’t unaware. Changyoon looks at you with surprise for a moment before his features warm with a smile, a chuckle passing his lips.
“Why’s it so easy to forget you’re a local?” He muses, before asking if you’re staying for dinner. The way Changyoon uses the word local seems to you an antonym to Lenna Kask’s term of halfway decent. It must be the fact that you’re both that causes any distress.
You stay to eat with them, and indulge when Changyoon pulls a bottle of amber liquor from a cabinet after the meal.
The three of you relocate to the sitting room by the second round, you and Seungjoon side-by-side on the wicker couch and Changyoon in the rocking chair opposite. The conversation is warm and casual, sprinkled with full-bellied laughs.
“Valeria wants to have a get-together tomorrow,” you announce to them both, “since Haebin’s tending at the tavern tomorrow.” You pause to give Changyoon a pointed look, “Marwa might come.”
He takes a hefty sip from his cup. “Marwa? Why specify her?” You and Seungjoon both only laugh; his infatuation with the aforementioned girl obvious enough for the question to be amusing. “When do you apothecaries get so much time to rally together a group, anyway?” Changyoon huffs and changes the subject.
“When did Valeria get to ask Marwa to come, you mean?” you tease. Leaning into Seungjoon’s side, you take a small drink before answering in earnest. “Lots of people come and go during the week.” With a pause, you frown into your cup. “Marwa’s actually been coming around the apothecary more often, lately.” There’s no taunt for Changyoon in mentioning her this time.
“She’s alright?” Seungjoon checks.
You furrow your brow and then nod. “It’s her father who’s sick.” You beside you, sharing a worried look with Seungjoon, and then across with Changyoon.
Her father is one of the best respected men in your town. A respect found not from his name, but from action. He had guided Seogholde through both its transitions. Responsible both for helping the town find peace even after society abandoned it for lawless; and for navigating the circumstances when, unanticipated, law returned three years ago. No one knew what would come after him.
“Maybe I should go,” you remark suddenly, “It’s getting late.”
After you’ve changed back into your own clothing, Seungjoon insists upon walking you home.
It’s a winding, ten minute walk from his home to yours. Easily it becomes fifteen as the two of you make a game of dodging puddles. The air is cool and pleasant in the wake of the evening’s storm, and you think it would be nice to spend hours like this, walking along in the dark with Seungjoon.
Your home comes sooner than you’d like. It’s larger than it needs to be, looming with the grand expectations an ancestor had once when he first was given property by the government to go be a small mining town’s physician. It was the reason the road your home is on is called Doctor’s Way. Years of giving directions to this part of town by saying head over the doctor’s way had turned it into a place name, even after any doctor that lived here passed away. The paint is faded now, a few shutters hang slightly crooked. You forget how many generations ago it was that your family decided the deed to this house had been a banishment from the government rather than a present.
Seungjoon, in front of a reminder that in a city the two of you would have never crossed paths, settles for kissing the back of your hand.
“Good night, Seungjoon. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He grins at you, his fingertips pressed to yours for a lingering moment before he repeats the same back to you.
Tomorrow comes, and you don’t tell Seungjoon that your mother had still been awake when you’d gone inside. How she’d started quietly, asking where you had been, but it quickly grew to a yell. Ms. Kask had dropped by on her way home, and shared who she’d seen you running off with at the tram stop. Your mother had shouted with a force you hadn’t known she had, and collapsed in tears, cursing that her family ever came to Seogholde. A cursed town, she said, that could turn ladies that should be aristocrats into demimondes.
Some remnant of that tension must still be in your demeanor when you come into the tavern. Seungjoon frowns after a moment of looking you over and ducks his head close to you to ask if everything is alright. You put on a smile and tell him that you’re fine.
“Yuto,” you say brightly, taking the younger mechanic’s presence as an excuse to change the subject. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Him more than others?” Valeria questions.
“You have to understand,” you begin, and sling an arm around Yuto’s shoulder playfully, “It’s always a relief to see your wisest friend somewhere.”
The crowd of friends around your end of the bar erupts into protests, slighted by your teasing wording. Yuto, with widened eyes and a chuckle threatening to burst out, looks at you to say all this yelling is your fault, and that you knew it would happen, too. With a shrug, you take your hand off his shoulder in order to pass him one of the glasses Haebin had just delivered.
Time slips away from you all. Except, perhaps, for Haebin, who still has to attend to other patrons in the tavern. She manages to circle back to your group when she can, joining in on the conversation and laughing along with you all. When the sky grows darker, and the air cools, a band begins to play in one end of the tavern.
“Isn’t that Zhenyu?” Valeria gasps after looking over the musicians, and turns to Changyoon, who would know his coworker better than the rest of you. He coughs on his drink once he follows her pointing, and sputters how he didn’t know his superior at the hangar had a musical bone in his body. “Well he plays well!” Valeria declares, and sets on a mission to get the group of you to dance while the tune was still lively.
She succeeds first with Yuto. Seungjoon nudges at your side. You glance between the mess of partners carrying out lively steps between the tavern’s table and him. “No way,” you decide, shaking your head. He attempts a pout, but a more mischievous expression is creeping just behind, and he’s already taking your hand. He gives a semblance of a bow before pulling you out of your seat.
“Seungjoon!” you yelp as you find yourself on your feet. And, in some attempt at salvation - or solidarity - you reach out for Changyoon’s arm as well. “If I’m doing this, so are you!” you tell him.
The truth, of course, is that neither of you put up all that much resistance.
You laugh throughout the song, if only to make up for how few of the steps you know. At one moment, you manage to catch Haebin leaning her elbows on the bar, watching the group of you with an amused grin.
With the last chord, you hear Valeria’s voice above the over cheers. Seungjoon pulls you close to him, eyes bright and grin wide. “Thanks,” he says, only just loud enough for you to hear above the crowd. There’s a spark in his gaze that makes you want to kiss him. But there are too many eyes here. You squeeze his hand as a poor substitute. Fingers linger when you let go, running from palm to his fingertips.
As if carried by a gust of wind, the lot of you end up back at the same spot of the counter. You get caught up in conversation with Haebin for a brief while - asking after the letters she’d been exchanging with a certain young man. She flushes and pours another drink into your cup.
“I bet you’d know what to write back,” she comments, after admitting to her own sense of inefficiency.
“What do you mean?” you laugh out the words. Haebin nods her head towards Seungjoon. He has a hand on Changyoon’s shoulder, and looks to be teasing him over something he’d just said. “It’s not as if we write love letters.”
“Well, whatever you do seems to have him entranced.”
You become aware of your posture, and lift your forearms off the bar, spine straightening. “I didn’t do anything.”
Haebin slides your cup back across the worn wooden bartop. “Then how do you explain it?” You aren’t sure if the warmth in your chest is from bashfulness at her question or from the sip of alcohol you’d just taken. Is it something that needs to be explained?
There isn’t a chance to ask her.
A brusk “Oi --!” is shouted in your direction. Haebin looks quickly, assuming it to be an impatient customer. And, he may be, but for now his attention is on you and your gathering. Paul has one elbow against the counter, his eyes unfriendly. You had known him as a child. Time had made him a mystery to you. Something had shifted in him during those six years of Seogholde’s isolation, and had stayed that way.
“I notice Marwa isn’t with you lot,” he says, “I guess that means the rumors are true.”
Valeria scoffs at him. “What rumors?”
“That her old man is on his last breaths.” There’s no condolence or concern in Paul’s tone. The joy in your group seems to be sapped up in an instant. “And then this whole town will end up as it deserves,” he finishes ominously.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Seungjoon is the one to question this time.
Paul nearly snarls. “It’s not my job if you’re too dense to figure it out. You want to pretend shit won’t change around here, you ought to walk out into the plains like that friend of yours did.” Seungjoon and Changyoon both tense, visibly.
“Fuck off,” Valeria drawls, drawing his attention back to her.
“You think it’s not true? If you’re gonna be ignorant, you might as well walk off and get a head start of dying. What’s coming next isn’t going to have any sympathy for--”
“Enough!” Haebin interrupts. “You can move down the bar or you can leave,” she tells him steadily, pointing one figure towards the opposite side of the tavern. Paul stares back at her for a moment. She is unwavering, and he rolls his eyes and sends a look of warning towards you all before skulking off in the direction she’d pointed.
“Fuck him,” Valeria grumbles. “Last I spoke to Minghao, he doesn’t even work on the Xu land anymore. Did you make sure he’s even paying for his drinks?”
Haebin sighs. “I don’t know how he makes money, but he makes enough.”
“Probably dealing with rogues, then…” Yuto points out. You move closer to Seungjoon, the tension still obvious on his face, and place a hand over the back of one of his. He looks at you with a seriousness you aren’t used to.
“To be fair, can’t knock him for that,” Changyoon says. Seungjoon doesn’t appear to be listening. His focus on you as you try to convey your worry to him without words.
“What, you’re on his side now?” Valeria looks to Changyoon.
“Not at all!” he answers. At the same time, Seungjoon turns his hand over underneath yours so they sit palm to palm. “But no family still here can say they haven’t exchanged with bandits, pirates… Whatever you wanna call them. It’s the only reason there was still a Seogholde for the city to come back to after all that time.”
“Well, the Sorensens probably haven’t,” Yuto points out, “Though… I can’t imagine they’ll really stick around here much longer.”
“Exactly!” Changyoon enthuses, regardless of how well the points connected to his own. Seungjoon’s fingers curl through the spaces between your own, his thumb moves to rub back and forth against the top of yours.
“Maybe that’s what he’s referring to,” Haebin says. “If things become unstable here. It’d make sense for a family that just got here to flee.”
“Yeah, well, the Seventh Albatross is coming next week. I’d be happy to see them or Paul go,” Changyoon concludes.
“Nothing,” Seungjoon murmurs to you. You frown, and he changes to, “Later.” With that, you slip your hand away from his.
Levity manages to return to your group, at least over the course of another round. Yuto ends up saying his goodbyes before any of the rest of you are ready. Imploring him to stay doesn’t work, so you swear him into paying for the first round next time. The evening carries on.
When a brawl breaks out, it’s at the other side of the tavern from you all. While Haebin is shouting up the stairs for the owner, you all take her advice of clearing out. It’s too late for the tram to still be running. In the dark of the main road, you say goodbye to all but Changyoon and Seungjoon, and head out on the long walk home.
You’re nearly halfway there when you decide to ask, “What did Paul mean, when he mentioned heading off, your friend?”
The same tension returns to both of their shoulders. Just before you apologize, Changyoon speaks. “Wyatt.” That’s all you get for several steps. A hundred or so questions in your head, but you trail beside them silently.
“He didn’t like how things changed, after the city turned its back on us,” Changyoon continued after exchanging a few glances with his housemate, “He got fed up with working for criminals, he said. So he left.”
“On foot?” you can’t help from asking. The only airships that came and went during those six years had belonged to rogues of some sort or the other; if the issue was criminality, it was difficult to imagine him hitching a ride with one of them. “Alone?” Neither of them answer. “...You never got any letters from him, after a while?”
“No,” Seungjoon says flatly. You want to take his hand, apologize for mentioning it at all, but you know it can’t be undone.
“How bad is it?” Changyoon asks after a beat, “With Marwa’s father?”
“How should I know?” You return, voice quieter than before.
“You’re his apothecary.”
“Apprentice --”
“-- Close enough,” he insists, looking at you expectantly.
You swallow and look up towards the stars and the dark. “...Do you think Haebin’s right?” It’s easier to refer to it through her than Paul. “Everything will change here once he’s gone?”
“Everything’s changed with him here,” Seungjoon tries to reassure, but Changyoon doesn’t have a look of agreement.
“Things changed well with him, however he managed it,” he amends. “It’d make sense for people to feel opportunistic about him being gone.”
The three of you carry on as the road turns from cobblestones to dirt.
What isn’t clear is which side would take the most advantage of the town being thrown off kilter by the loss. Both the government and outlaws had an interest in the town.
“It doesn’t look good.” Seungjoon and Changyoon both look at you, verging on asking for clarification. “I don’t know how long he’ll have,” you add, both to make it clear what you mean and to stave off the most obvious followup.
A feeling hangs in the air between the trio of you. An uncertain mix of hesitancy and fear, like the kind that had crept up on everyone first nine years ago, and then returned three before now.
Their home comes up sooner than it should. Too quickly for the tension to ease away. While Changyoon steps onto their porch, Seungjoon stays on the road beside you. Leaning against the door, he asks if Seungjoon is coming inside.
“I’ll walk her up to to Doctor’s Way.” It sounds nearly like a question, and he sends you a look that says he’ll change his mind if you insist.
“Thanks,” you tell him, and wish Changyoon a good night.
Somewhere between his doorstep and yours, his hand reaches out to let it graze against the back of yours. You move closer to him in return; your fingers flex, longing simply to grab his. Lingering weight from the previous conversation holds you back. Seungjoon’s hand brushes against yours again, and this time his pinky locks with yours.
For a long stretch, the two of you carry on that way. Quiet and linked by your smallest fingers, searching for the right things to say in the wake of a realization as grave as the ones you’d all had this evening.
“I’m sorry.” Seungjoon is the first to break the worrisome silence. “You deserve better.”
You stop, dirt scuffing beneath your shoes at the abruptness. “Better than what?” you asked. There’s no reason for him to make apologies; nothing better than him that you could imagine.
“Better than this town,” he says.
“It’s home.” You shake your head.
The smile he gives you is weighted with a melancholia you can’t place. “You say that like I don’t remember how we met.” A complicated story of its own; how your mother had wanted to sneak you out of Seogholde, how lucky you consider yourself now that the plan was thwarted by the airship you’d been snuck onto needing repairs. “...Would you still go? If you could?”
Impulse has you shaking your head. You’re not afraid of this town, you’re tempted to say. This evening’s conversations drift up from not-so-far-back in your mind, though. And no, you aren’t scared of your hometown. Not of the locals. But there are eyes on it, outsiders, lying in wait.
The fare for the Seventh Albatross is more than most here can afford.
“Would you?” you turn the question back to him.
Seungjoon presses his lips together, disappearing into a thin line. “Mechanics can find work anywhere.” The surmising isn’t really an answer. But you hadn’t been much clearer, either.
Outside your door, he presses his lips to the back of your hand again.
You can’t accept it. After he lets go of your hand, you place both of yours upon his shoulders and kiss him directly. He nearly stumbles, taken aback by your affection here.
“Your mother --” he whispers when he breaks away from you.
“Let her see,” you say certainly, recklessly, and steady your eyes with his. His face scrunches with puzzlement at that simple declaration. Once you kiss him a second time, he seems to forget anything he could want to ask.
By next week, the troubling thoughts are all long gone. The warmth of summer settles in full over town, bringing with it a dreadful dryness that makes it seem as if it never rained here at all.
You board the tram with Seungjoon. Yuto joins the two of you at Clara’s Stop. Pleasant conversation, interrupted only a few times by yawns, carries on until you say goodbye to both of them at your own stop. Lenna’s absence on the tram isn’t noticed by any of you.
Things feel the same as always. Old Karim has you and Valeria both set out on your usual tasks. Sunlight drifts through the apothecary’s windows, and on schedule, you see the tram pass by on its way in the other direction.
The light shifts, the sun carries on overhead. It’s nearly noon when Himari pushes open the door to the apothecary. There are stains on the skirt of her dress that you don’t notice right away.
“I need an anodyne,” she commands when she reaches the counter.
“What for?”
Himari looks you over as if it’s the most absurd thing you could have asked. She isn’t someone you know well. Lenna Kask employs her as a clerk at her store, and she spends some measure of her free time with Paul. None of that explains what pain she would need relieved.
“You haven’t heard?” she scoffs. From your face, she shifts, and repeats with a different intonation, “You really haven’t heard.” Finally, condescendingly, “How oblivious can you be?”
“I can’t give you the best option unless I know what the problem is.” It’s the best you can do to maintain professionalism.
“Ms. Kask was shot,” Himari informs you, maintaining a tone that implies your deficiency for not already knowing.
“What? Lenna? When?”
“Last night. You really didn’t notice today? The front of the store is still a mess.”
“What does the store have to do with it?”
“That’s where she was.” Himari eyes you over contemptuously. “Poor Ms. Kask was lucky to make it to a physician in time.” Something in her demeanor unsettles you. A lack of sympathy that doesn’t match with her role. The look she gives you reminds you of the one Paul had at the tavern.
“And you’re getting the anodyne for her…” It’s intended as a question. It comes off more as a kind of reticence, and Himari glares at you for it.
“Of course.”
You tell Seungjoon and Yuto about it on the tram. The younger of the two mechanics frowns all the way through your story.
“I heard someone tried to rob the store. I didn’t know Lenna got hurt,” he remarks.
“Who told you it was robbed?” you ask.
“One of the Sorensen kids… They came by to see if their tractor was ready yet this afternoon. The younger one, he mentioned it…” Yuto recalls, and finishes with an uncertain glance towards Seungjoon.
“Himari didn’t mention anything was taken,” you murmur.
“I don’t like it,” Seungjoon states. It seems obvious enough, given the circumstance. But there’s a heaviness to his tone that suggests he means more. His eyes meet yours, and his voice lowers. “Like it’s starting already.”
“What?” Yuto questions, glancing between you and Seungjoon.
The opportunists, you think. But the tram feels too crowded to voice it.
Others murmur on around you three. It’s so easy to imagine no one on board cares what you might have to say. A good handful, surely, are only eager to get off to go home, or to the tavern. Your chatter is just that to them. Unless it isn’t. You and Seungjoon have been conscious of onlookers before, but only for the sake of your reputations. This is beyond whether you’re considered proper. A line too delicate to risk being crossed.
Yuto’s face only becomes more puzzled. You shake your head at the same time that Seungjoon tells him, “Another time.”
It doesn’t satiate Yuto’s curiosity, but he must sense there’s a reason for you both turning quiet. He changes the subject. It isn’t enough to stop the worried buzz that has begun in the back of your mind. Starting already echoes in your head.
How is it that you hadn’t noticed Lenna's absence from the tram this morning? She was not your favorite company of your typical morning routine, but she was a constant. An odd guilt stirs in your chest, an itch at the back of your neck.
You nearly forget to move towards the exit when the tram slows next.
“Stay with me tonight?” Seungjoon implores after you’ve both descended at your usual tramstop.
“What, all night?”
“You don’t have to.” He links his hand with yours once you’ve turned off the main road, and stone becomes dust beneath your feet. “But... I’d like to.”
Perhaps it has something to do with when you’d expressed not caring if your mother saw you kissing him. It was another thing altogether to spend a night at his home. There’s something else in his gaze when he glances over to you, though. Usually he wears some kind of smile when he proposes anything that would give an opportunity to be alone. Not so this time. An uncertainty hangs in his eyes, and all at once you miss their usual brightness; the warmth, the hint of mischief that creeps in at his more playful bouts.
You pull your lower lip between your teeth. Your steps waver, arm outstretching to keep your fingers intertwined with his.
“I can walk you home instead,” Seungjoon offers.
“No,” you are quick to reply. Your footfalls weave closer to his once more. “I’ll stay.”
“You’re sure?”
If you hadn’t been, the way his voice lilts up - like a comfort has already been found - would have done it.
The evening is laced with an undercurrent of uneasiness. Within their kitchen, the two of you tell Changyoon about what had happened to Lenna Kask. How it feels like the first indication that Seogholde has reached a turning point once more. He interrupts when Seungjoon mentions Yuto’s report of the store’s robbery.
“It was Sorensen who said that?” Changyoon waits for a nod before he runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
“What?” Seungjoon presses.
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I mean, well, maybe it means nothing but, this morning... Ms. Sorensen, she came by today, at the hangar, and she bought a few tickets for the Albatross’ next voyage back to the city. I just thought it was funny, after that talk at the tavern.”
“She got word of Lenna’s attack fast, to get there this morning,” you mutter. Seungjoon and Changyoon both look at you.
“Do you suppose they always kept enough money saved up to leave, if they saw things turn worse here?” Changyoon wonders aloud.
It’s a question that goes unanswered.
Or perhaps the two of them come up with an answer of their own, after you head up the steps alone.
Seungjoon joins you in his room not long after. At the sight of you sitting at the end of his bed in only your gauzy shift, he closes his door quickly before leaning his back against it. “What if Changyoon had been the first one to come up?”
You nearly laugh. “Does he make a habit of coming into your room?”
“He might if he knew what I know,” he jokes, the side of his mouth curving up.
“Oh?” Standing from his bed, you drift over to where he stands. “And what is it that you know?” As you reach his space, your hands come to rest upon his shoulders. In a mirror of you, Seungjoon places his arms around your middle.
The fingers of one hand curve around the rough material of his suspenders and skim down the length on one side of his chest. His lips come into a pinched line as he feigns contemplation, humming dramatically.
“That you’re trouble,” he concludes.
You gasp with mock outrage. His suspender nearly snaps as you let go of it suddenly. “What trouble?” you exclaim. There’s a glint in your eyes and a grin that gives away how far from offended you are. Before you can step away from him to further a charade, he tightens his hold and pulls you flush against him, making you let out a startled yelp.
“You, trouble!” he repeats. “Absolutely!” Together, you both stumble slightly, meaningless laughter erupting. Your steps sway across the floorboards, creaks barely heard by either of you.
In a tumble and a huff of air, the two of you collapse onto Seungjoon’s bed. Breathlessly, with one cheek pressed to his sheet, he adds, “Isn’t this trouble?”
Beside him, you suppress another giggle with little success. You turn onto your side and look at Seungjoon. The way his legs hang off the edge of the mattress from the knee down. A heavy rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath from your shared silliness, his shirt wrinkled and bunched beneath suspenders as further proof. And the broad curve of his smile set below dark, adoring eyes.
“If it is,” you begin, and pull at the light fabric of your underdress to keep from getting caught on it as you shift to straddle him, placing a hand on either side of his head, “It’s not nearly enough.”
Hovering over him, Seungjoon looks up at you with a grin. He touches one of your arms. Delicately, he lets it run up your skin until his hand comes to rest at the back of your neck. His fingertips curl slowly, blunt nails tickling ever so slightly at your skin. Any play at dispute is over now. The space between you is replaced with quiet intimacy. A comfort and certainty that makes everything around him become a blur. There is nothing but Seungjoon and the bed beneath him.
You dip your head down to connect your lips to his. The kiss begins barely there, a graze of your mouth against his own. He lifts his head off the mattress a fraction when you pull back after so little. Before he can complain, or utter a compliment, you close the small space and continue to kiss him. It lingers this time before deepening. You shift down, supporting yourself on your elbows instead of hands. A hand is in your hair, nearly massaging as it moves to a rhythm shared in secret between your bodies. It’s unclear how it is that heart, and lips, and lungs, and touch can all feel to fall in sync. Yet they do. Perhaps as some sign that this is where you should be.
With a tilt of your head, you begin to kiss down the skin of his neck, appreciating the way his breath shifts into low rasps of enjoyment. His fingers still upon you, allowing himself a moment of simple pleasure.
“Ah, it’s you,” he starts murmuring, “you know, right?”
You give a questioning hum. The vibration enough to tickle at his skin, given the small, gasping chuckle. He brings a hand to your face and encourages you to look at him with a thumb gentle upon your jaw.
“You’re it for me.” A seriousness cuts through the usual desire his voice would have in a moment like this. That, more than his words, is what catches you off guard. “Really,” he adds, smiling up at you, “I’m so glad I know you.”
A corner of your heart suspects there’s a reason for him to say this now. That it might be one veiled in worries he’s less forthcoming with. Carefully, you brush a few strands of dark hair on his forehead. “I love you, too,” you say. His eyes close with a grin, and he lifts his lips to yours.
His kiss urges you to forget any concerns. Sure enough, you both allow your hands to roam, undressing and letting conversation fall away to murmurs of ardor.
Those words make it all the more puzzling when you wake the next morning.
Your place on his bed is just unfortunate enough for a slat of sunlight to come through the shutter and hit your face. At your family home, the only windows in your room face west. Being woken by warmth and light is new, and enough to make you groan. You shift out of the beam of sun, but soon a realization wakes you further than the light can.
You’re alone in Seungjoon’s room.
Sitting up, you run a hand over your hair and down the front of your shift. A scan of the room gives you little help. All the clothing left scattered on the floor last night has been picked up. Your own slung over the back of the wooden chair beside the window.
There’s noise from downstairs, but no conversation. Going down yourself, you pause on the last step, still fastening the last button on the front of your dress. From where you stand, you can see Changyoon standing at the counter.
“Good morning,” you greet lightly. It startles Changyoon still, nearly causing him to drop his breakfast.
“Hi,” he says after composing himself. “Sleep well, I hope?”
Coming into the kitchen, you answer him with a small nod. “Where’s Seungjoon?”
Changyoon tells you that he had to leave early this morning. Something urgent, he guesses. There had been no mention yesterday of Ms. Giroto needing him any earlier than usual. It isn’t unheard of, either way. With a glance out the window, you sigh.
“Well, I should head to the apothecary, I guess.”
It’s strange to be here without Seungjoon. You suspected Changyoon felt the same. Though he’d be too polite to mention it. Or, at least, too polite to mention it unless he could joke about it in front of Seungjoon.
He surprises you, though, and calls your name once just as you’re turning to gather your things.
“You matter a lot to Seungjoon,” he says when you turn back to him curiously. Your lips part. There’s an overwhelming sense inside you that you ought to reply, but his sudden declaration on Seungjoon’s behalf has you stunned silent. Changyoon manages a smile. “Don’t hurt him, alright?”
You nearly laugh. “Of course. You know I wouldn’t, don’t you?”
He looks you over with a half-smile and shakes his head. “Ah, I just -- nevermind.” Changyoon waves a hand in the air. It’s exactly the response to make you stay. Your footing changes, turning to his directly fully.
“No, it’s okay. What is it?”
Changyoon lets out a sigh and leans back against the counter. His shoulders slump, and then shrug. “I don’t think you’d want to hurt him,” he attempts to explain; his focus on some spot on the floorboards rather than you, his hand moving in supplementation, “But it doesn’t mean you wouldn’t. Just, you know, just because it’s easy to do, when someone cares about you.”
Your arms fold. A defensive posture coming to you despite his efforts not to make it sound like a sign of distrust.
“I mean, even something unintended, putting yourself in harm’s way,” he elaborates, “...Would, in a way.”
“I’m an apothecary’s apprentice, not a miner,” you remind him. “I don’t think you have to worry about me and harm’s way.” There’s a reticence in Changyoon’s gaze that keeps you from smiling. “But I appreciate you saying so,” you add after a moment, tone lowering. “Speaking of, I really should go. Thank you, though, Changyoon.”
“Yeah. I’ll see you later?”
“I guess so.” You pause a moment more before you go. “You know, you matter to Seungjoon, too,” you remind Changyoon.
“I’ll stay out of trouble then.” His voice teeters on playful. It isn’t much relief, but it allows enough for you to be able to take your leave without too much worry nesting in your head.
You arrive at the apothecary at the same time that Marwa is leaving. When you ask Valeria, she sighs and shakes her head. It was the same pickup as she’d been doing for a while now. No word of recovery, and Marwa hadn’t been forthcoming about how much worse her father may be doing either. Karim, overhearing the two of you, calls for you to join him in the workroom.
“Isn’t that the same dress you wore yesterday?” Valeria asks as you come around to her side of the counter to head back and join Karim.
You look down at yourself. Heat tickles at your cheeks and ears, but you hope Valeria won’t take note of it. “Is it?” you feign surprise. The embarrassment of your smile is genuine, at least.
The backroom is small and thick with the warm scent of herbs as you work. Karim’s thick reference book is open beside you on the table. A medicinal perfume lingers in the air. When you first began your apprenticeship, you hadn’t believed Karim when he said you would get used to it; that it would someday bring a sense of comfort.
He doesn’t look up from his bookkeeping when Valeria can be heard greeting Seungjoon with surprise in the afternoon. The mention of his name, followed by the sound of his voice, has you retraining yourself to stay seated.
“Isn’t he here for you?” Old Karim asks just before Valeria calls back for you. You try to recall if you’ve ever mentioned Seungjoon to him before. But it isn’t a thought you linger on long. A smile and a nod from the apothecary is all the encouragement you need to step away from what you’re doing.
Valeria gestures, and says Seungjoon is here as you come out from the backroom.
There’s a seriousness hanging to Seungjoon’s presence that keeps you from smiling when you see him. His hair is slightly disheveled, as though from running. The look of him alone sets concern ablaze inside you.
“Why aren’t you at Giroto’s?” you ask him, coming around the counter to him.
“Can I talk to you?” His gaze goes past you to Valeria. “Alone?”
“Seungjoon, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he tries, and takes hold of your hand as soon as you’re within reach. “I just want to talk with you.” It’s an obvious falsehood. Agitation clings to his every word, as clear as rain after coming in from a storm. The trouble is only that you don’t know what invisible storm he’s coming from.
You look at Valeria from over your shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” you promise her. Turning your attention back to Seungjoon, you give him a nod and start for the door.
Outside, the sun has reached the right spot to make the stores on the apothecary’s side of the street cast shadows on the cobblestones. In the distance, an exhale of steam can be heard from the tram as it carries on its route. Down the way, at the stop where Seungjoon must have just gotten off at, there’s a few figures beginning to walk their own way; conversations light and indistinct from where you stand. Lenna Kask’s store sits silent and dark; the window’s curtain drawn and a sign apologizing for closure hanging at the door.
Seungjoon leads you just out of sight of the store’s window. “Listen,” he begins quietly, gravely, “I bought you a ticket.”
“A what?” Influenced by his own tone, you barely breathe out the question.
“The Seventh Albatross. Tonight.”
You nearly recoil, crossing your arms. “For the city? Why?” Already sensing your opposition, he places his hands just beneath your elbows and moves a step closer.
“Please. I know it might sound crazy, but Changyoon, last night -- he said there was a change in the schedule for the cargo airships. They’re keeping the hangar and mooring towers empty after the Albatross leaves. Something’s happening.” He says it all so quickly that you wonder how it was he kept this information to himself at all before. Your hold on yourself slips, arms staying half upright from his hold.
“What’s something?” you stammer, despite his franticness already telling you he doesn’t know. “How come neither of you told me this, last night?”
Seungjoon shakes his head. “I don’t know. I was going to. But then, you…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. His gaze softens, a bittersweet smile ghosting across his lips. “I’m sorry,” he says, expression turning serious once again, “I should have.”
“How did you even afford two tickets?” You move on quickly to the next question. He makes no move to speak. “Seungjoon?” His eyes fall from yours. Dread thumps into your heart suddenly, and sinks to the pit of your stomach, heavy as a stone. “Seungjoon, tell me you’re going too.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope and the ticket to hold them out to you.
“No.” Your voice has a renewed force. “If the city’s the one making room in the hangar… No. Why would you want me to go there alone?” Your throat dries out on you as you speak.
He shakes his head, moves the envelope to the top in his hands and presses them closer to you. “You won’t be alone. I swear. There… Hyojin, you remember? He left with Karim - young Karim, when the Albatross started again.” His fingers look to tremble as he pulls the paper out from the envelope. “I wrote you directions, here, and a letter for him. See?” Seungjoon looks into your eyes again, and it knocks you breathless to see them glossy already. “He’ll help you. I know it.”
Still, you shake your head quicker. Your hands move to his wrists to try to push the papers back to him. “I won’t go without you.”
“Please,” he repeats. The papers still between his fingers, his hands came up to you cheeks; the wrinkled envelope, reused and perhaps the only one Seungjoon could find, is rough against your skin. “I swear I won’t be far behind.”
“How? You already said --”
“Come on.” He smiles desperately and presses his forehead against yours. “You really think I won’t find a way back to you?”
That whisper makes you close your eyes. Your mind already knows it must be a baseless, optimistic promise he wants to make just to make you go. Your heart is far more convinced; so certain of your love that you can’t fathom the universe would really part you from him.
You don’t know what Seogholde looks like from above. Only that maps show the mountains and the valley that sit between it and the closest city. Lines and colors that mean nothing but a distance you’ve almost always considered insurmountable. To change that is a lot to ask. A shiver runs through you, despite the afternoon sun and the body heat radiating off Seungjoon’s fretful form. You know, in a quaking moment, what your answer is -- if only to spare him some fraction of fear.
Seungjoon presses his lips against your forehead and your temple, murmuring small pleas and promises as you stand there. Your throat feels small and dry; your eyes sting with the threat of tears. “I’ll see you there… You just have to go first. Okay?” His voice ghosts over your skin. “Promise me you’ll go. Please?”
When you nod, the two of you are so close that he doesn’t notice it. He carries on coaxing until you summon the will to say it out loud: “I promise. I’ll go.”
He moves a half-step back so he can look you in the eye properly. From his expression, you fear there’s a hundred more things he wants to say to you. He thanks you, and holds the papers out for you.
Passage to the city in hand with his letter to Hyojin, you blink to try to keep crying at bay. “Will you be there?”
He nods before kissing you.
It feels like the last time.
Some part of you wishes for rain, as heavy as the last storm that had raged through this town had been. But the skies are clear, the air dry, and the Albatross will sail tonight.
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Proposal | Seungjun
Hello! I apologize for not doing the smut, I hope you understand that I’m just not good at writing it >-< Maybe once I practice more, I’ll be comfortable enough to write one ^-^ anyways, I hope you like it~
-Admin Nova (P.S. I totally understand those hyung line feels)
Word count: 567 its so short I’m sorry
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Seungjun x Reader
It was a pretty normal day. You had just returned home from work, and Seungjun was at your apartment already, watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for the hundredth time. Despite him being childish and a tad dorky, you still love him more than anyone. Not only is he your boyfriend, but he’s your best friend too.
“Hey Y/N! How was work today?” He asks, beaming at you with obvious adoration. You return the smile, taking a seat next to him and laying your head on his shoulder.
“Same as usual.” You reply.
He’s skeptical of this statement. He wants a good answer.
“Really? Not one thing happened today that was different from other days?” You can’t help but to laugh at how seriously he’s taking this. That’s one thing about Seungjun that you are particularly fond of, he never wants dull. Everything about him is unique and colorful.
“A new shipment came in? It’s not really anything special or exciting.” You worked as a manager at River Island, a clothing store you fell in love with as a teenager. After working there for a little over a year, you were promoted to manager, and its been your job for 2 years now. That’s why things like this aren’t very exciting, new shipments come in every 2 months.
Seungjun, however, is very interested.
“Do you like the new clothes? Are there any for men?” You smile, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on his lap. You mainly wanted to look at him while you guys were chatting, though.
“Yeah, they’re pretty nice. I might get myself a few things. And yes, but you aren’t going to shop without me.” Seungjun is handsome, but his fashion sense is very questionable. It’s gotten better, but that’s because you buy all of his clothes and help him pick what to wear.
“Alright... I have another question for you.” Seungjun begins to regret it immediately after saying it, he doesn’t know if he’s ready, or if this is a good time at all.
“Hm?”
You notice his expression turn more serious, showing nervousness even. It’s a rare sight, and it worries you.
With a deep breath, Seungjun pulls an object out from the couch cushion. His other hand goes brush your hair out of your face.
“I’ve been planning this for a while now, I actually went out and bought this today,” The object turns out to be a black velvety box, and your heart commences a faster rate.
He opens the box promptly.
“Y/N, will you marry me?”
You sit up, so you can stare at the ring in utter disappointment.
Only Seungjun could manage making something so anticipated seem like a joke. Really? A ring pop?
“Are you kidding me? Seungjun...”
He grins, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the real ring.
“Sorry! Let’s try this again. Y/N, I love you so much. You’re the only person willing to put up with me, that means you must love me a lot too, right? With that being said, will you marry me for real?”
You can never expect him to do this kind of thing romantically, but who said you wanted that? You fell in love with a goofball, and no matter what stupid thing he does, you will be by his side for as long as you two are together.
“You idiot... Of course I will.”
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100 KISSES
genre. fluff. sickfic.
warnings. description of illness and medicine. written on a plane and not proofread.
pairing. j-us x fem!reader.
wc. 735.
a/n. aaaaaa guys im writing for onf 😭 IM SO EXCITED YDEK LIKE???? my lovely lovely boys 🫶 ik it won't get much attention but im so over the moon about this!! also this was a request from my best best friend @ddeonudepressions 🧡🧡 dia i know it took a rly long time but i didn't forget about sick juice u wanted 🫶 i hope you like it ☝️
“Y/n…”
“What?” You sighed, probably for the thousandth time, glancing up from your phone to pay attention to your sick boyfriend. Headache, sore throat, coughing, sneezing, runny nose, ringing ears, or neck pain, you name it, Seungjun was suffering from it.
You had to admit he did look pretty cute with his bright red nose and puffy face, but if you said anything he would get 10 times whinier than he already was.
He currently couldn’t decide whether he wanted to cuddle or wanted to keep his distance to not get you sick. You tried to tell him that you had a good immune system, but he just wouldn’t buy it. You tried to tell him that you were probably already infected from taking care of him for the past 2 days, but he wouldn’t take that answer either.
“I miss kissing you.” He mumbled along with an over-dramatic sniff.
You smiled a little, “You really won’t take the risk, huh?”
He shook his head vehemently, frowning, “You’ll get sick too.”
“What if I wanted kisses too?”
Seungjun paused, contemplating the question before shaking his head again, “Even if we both want kisses, we shouldn’t.”
“Is your throat still sore?”
“Mhm, it feels so… dry.” He coughed.
“I told you to use the throat spray I bought. It’s foul, but I promise it works.” You urged.
“It’s really nasty, though.” He shuddered.
“You might be able to get kisses if you use it.” You coaxed.
Seungjun bit his lip, head falling back onto the couch. You giggled at his antics. He was dramatic even when he was healthy, but no one could ever beat the melodrama that came with a sick Seungjun. He didn’t say anything for about 10 minutes, and you thought he had fallen asleep.
“Get me the throat spray.” He mumbled just above a whisper.
“Knew it would work.” You giggled.
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“You feeling any better?” It was hours later, and you were just slipping under the covers after brushing your teeth, joining Seungjun who was hugging a pillow.
“A bit?”
“Still probably not enough for my goodnight kiss, then?” You pouted. You had already gone 2 days without one and a part of you was really hoping to sneak just one peck in before bed.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Seungjun whispered and held out his arms. “All I can offer is hugs right now.”
“You owe me at least 10 kisses once you’re better, got it?” You said seriously, settling so your head rested on his chest and he could wrap his arms around you.
“I’ll give you 20 kisses once I’m better if you want.”
“30.”
“50?”
“100.” You giggled.
Seungjun tried to stop himself from laughing since it usually ended in a coughing fit, but he ultimately failed.
“You sound ugly when you cough.” You joked.
“Can’t really help it.”
“I miss you singing me to sleep.” You sighed, tracing little shapes on his shirt with your finger.
“I miss it too, but my throat is really out of commission.”
“I know…”
“I thought I was whiny, but you know, you’re pretty whiny too.” Seungjun smiled.
“Maybe if my boyfriend wasn’t sick for so long, I wouldn’t be so whiny.” You countered.
“So it’s my fault, huh?”
You nodded.
“I like it when you’re whiny, though. It’s cute.”
“Shut up.”
“You think I’m annoying when I’m whiny, though, don’t you?” He didn’t say it in his usual teasing tone where you knew he was joking. He rubbed your arm as he spoke, his breath coming out a soft tone that you rarely got from him.
“Do you want an honest answer?”
“Hm?”
“Usually I would just say ‘of course, you’re the most annoying person I know’, but I feel like I shouldn’t tease you while you’re sick.”
“How thoughtful of you.” Seungjun mumbled, voice coming out softer and softer as he teetered on the edge of drifting off into a slumber.
“I don’t mind when you’re whiny. It kinda reminds me how much you love me, and that you would even want to put in that much effort just for my attention… So, I guess I like it too.” You glanced up only to find Seungjun already asleep, softly breathing while still holding you close to his chest.
“Why’d I even say all of that if you were just going to fall asleep on me?” You muttered. “…Sleep well, baby.”
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Could perhaps I ask for an ONF Hyojin/Seungjun x (preferably gn) reader where the reader is a student travelling to Korea to study, but has anxiety and struggles to settle in, so Hyojin and J-US (being as sweet as they are) invite them out for a picnic to get to know each other and steady the new student’s nerves?
I apologise if this isn’t something you’d normally write, but it’d be very nice if you could.
Have a nice day 😊😊
— Leo
Hi Leo!
Of course! I gave it a try and I hope you enjoy it!
Thank you so much for the request! You can find the imagine ~ here ~
Hope to see you in my inbox soon again!
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Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree | KNJ
Paring: Namjoon x Wife!Reader
Genre: Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Parents AU
Summary: Stressed with decorating the house for the holidays with his little family, a silly disaster reminds them of what the holidays really mean.
Word Count: 1.4K
Rating: PG
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“Baby, what are you doing in the attic?” Namjoon shouts from the bottom of the latter.
“I’m just grabbing our Christmas decorations,” you reply. “Here, take these boxes for me please,” you say as you hand him a large box full of garlands and tinsel.
“It’s not even December yet,” he comments as he sets the large box down beside him.
“I know, but it’s the first big snowfall of the year and the kids' school day got canceled, so I thought today would be a good day for us to start the holiday festivities,” you smile down at him before handing him another large box of decorations.
Two more boxes and a fake pine tree later, you, your three kids, and your husband are finally gathered in the living room together. You love this time of year, and you’re thrilled to be able to share these traditions with your children, especially now that they’re all old enough to participate and enjoy the festivities, too. You begin to play some holiday music, connecting it to the large bluetooth speakers in your living room.
“Alright, kids, Daddy’s going to set up the Christmas tree and while he does that, we’re going to decorate the rest of the living room, okay?”
“Yay!!” All three kids yell as they jump up and down with their arms stretched up high. Your two boys start rummaging through the boxes, pulling out decorative pillows and stuffed snowmen, while your husband begins assembling the three-piece tree.
“Mommy?” your daughter calls as she tugs on the hem of your shirt.
“Yes, Baby?”
“Does this mean Santa is coming?” she asks, innocent eyes concentrated on your face.
“You bet! So you better keep behaving, or else he’ll put you on the naughty list,” you warn her.
“Oh, Yay! I promise, promise, promise I’ll be a good girl. I’m always a good girl, right, Mommy?” She leaps into your arms ecstatically causing you to laugh.
“Yes, my sweet Haewon-ah. You are my good girl,” you shower her in kisses and she giggles as she tries to break away from your grasp.
“That’s mine!” You hear your youngest cry. You let go of your daughter and turn to see your sons playing tug of war with an old stuffed polar bear you inherited from your grandmother.
“Boys, please be careful with that!” You warn, but before you could reach them, one of the legs rip at the seems, causing Seungjun to fall onto his bum. “This is why we don’t fight over things!” You begin to scold, taking the polar bear from your oldest, Yejun, and picking up the leg that Seungjun dropped. Seungjun sits quietly on the ground as tears begin to gather at his lashes, and his tiny lip begins to tremble. You let out a frustrated sigh before crouching down beside your son and picking him up. “That was a very special bear. Great Grandma gave it to me.” You explain, calmly. “Now we have to fix it, right?” Your son slowly nods. You plant a kiss on top of his head and wipe his tears away. “We just have to be careful next time, okay?”
“Okay, mommy… I’m sorry,” Seungjun says.
You begin sewing up the polar bear’s leg, reattaching it to its body. Your kids have found the garlands and are now wrapping them around the railings of your stairs. Once the polar bear is fixed, you place him beside the fireplace. Finding your family’s stockings, you begin to hang them along your fireplace mantle. Just then, you hear your youngest, Seungjun, begin to squeal, tiny feet padding quickly towards you. Looking over your shoulder, you discover that Seungjun has now stolen the rope of tinsel from his two older siblings and is now running around the living room while Yejun and Haewon chase after him.
“Seungjun, stop right now! Give that back!” shouts Yejun, your oldest.
Yejun catches Seungjun and holds him still while Haewon pries the tinsel from his grip. Before you know it, all hell breaks loose. Seungjun starts screaming and kicking, managing to wiggle out of his older brother’s hold. He begins to grab the decorative throw pillows from the couch and chucks them at his siblings causing them both to run away.
“Oh my god, kids! Please, stop!” you yell over the music.
They ignore you and continue to throw pillows at each other, knocking down all of the cute little decorations you’ve already set up. You look over to your husband who’s finally got the tree up and is in the middle of wrapping the lights around it, too immersed in his task to notice the havoc happening in front of him. You start to move towards them when you see Yejun run towards your husband.
“Please watch out for your Dad!” you begin to say as you reach for Seungjun, but not before he whips a stuffed snowman at his older brother. The snowman misses Yejun, smacking Namjoon in the face just as he turns around, causing him to lose his balance.
“Oh, no!” you gasp as your husband falls right into the Christmas tree, knocking it down to the ground. The room goes silent except for the music in the background. Both you and your daughter have our hands covering your mouths in shock. Seungjun covers his ears while Yejun covers his eyes.
Namjoon looks around at all of you, mouth hung open in surprise. Then, the corners of his mouth begin to lift. Namjoon begins laughing, causing your kids to laugh along with him. His eyes meet yours and there’s no anger or annoyance in them. Instead, you find warmth and reassurance. Only then do you allow your shoulders to relax and join in on the laughter.
“I’m sorry, Dad!” Yejun says and he extends a hand to help his father up.
“Yeah, me too!” your youngest chimes in as he gives Namjoon’s leg a hug.
“Me three!” Haewon adds.
“It’s alright, it was an accident,” your husband calmly replies. “But we have to be careful next time alright? It wasn’t very nice of you to throw things at each other. Now I want you three to pick up all of the pillows and fix the decorations that you just destroyed.”
“Yes, Daddy,” all three kids answer before they begin picking up the mess they’ve created.
You help your husband pick up the Christmas tree and smile at him when you meet his gaze. “Are you alright?” you ask him.
He nods his head. “My butt might be sore tomorrow, but I’m okay.” You laugh with him and help him wrap the tree in lights.
Once the tree is properly lit, you and your family begin hanging the ornaments onto the tree. At the bottom of the box, you find your children’s “First Christmas” ornaments. Your heart pangs a little as tears sting your eyes. You look up at your kids, laughing with one another as your husband lifts your daughter up so she can place the star at the top of the tree. Your lips gently pull at the corners, and your heart swells with so much love at the view in front of you. You are so lucky to have this family, you think to yourself. You hang up the last few ornaments and your family steps back to admire the finished tree.
“Wow,” Seungjun exclaims under his breath.
“You like it?” Namjoon asks, picking him up.
Your son nods his head. “It’s very beautiful,” he grins.
“It sure is,” you agree as you wrap your arm around your husband’s waist. Yejun and Haewon join in on the embrace and you capture your husband's lips in a quick kiss.
“Ew! Gross!” your oldest exclaims as he runs to the couch. Both you and Namjoon throw your heads back and laugh. Namjoon puts Seungjun down before pulling you into him for another kiss.
“Happy Holidays, Baby,” he says against your lips.
“Happy Holidays,” you repeat.
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Secret Triangle
Pairing: drummer! Wyatt x bassist! gender neutral reader x guitarist! Yuto
Genre: Fluff blended with funny parts and some angst (because love triangles are supposed to hurt). I promise a happy end though.
Warnings: cheating :/
Plus: Mentions of other members. Guitarist! J-Us
Words: 2,6k
Summary: You had been burying your mixed feelings for quite a long time. Now they seem to be coming to the surface again as you don't know how to proceed without breaking your band members' hearts.
Part 1 / Part 2 (this link redirects to my main blog)
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.
While you slide the nail polish brush on Seungjun’s well-trimmed nails, his words did not seem to ever come to an end. Also, your friend did not care to supervise your work on covering his nails with that glossy black. Anyways, the energetic creature in front of you had that easily noticeable kind of beauty, he had a gentle yet charming smile that no human being was able to explain. People often flirted with all of the band members – including you – but Seungjun was definitely the most courted out of the four of you. That day he was sure that having his nails done would make him even more attractive when his fingers would be seen playing with his guitar strings on the stage.
On the other hand, Yuto used to play the second guitar as if nobody could see him. So often he closed his eyes and focused on the sounds that his instrument added to the song as a whole. He was the most exquisite when he was engaged on something, in his nature, a talent inherent to the geniuses.
“Y/n? Are you still listening?”
You lifted your head to look back at Seungjun in no time. To be honest, you had no idea of what he was blabbing about at this point.
“Of course!” you automatically lied “well, not actually. I’m sorry, Seungjun.”
The guilty felt like fulfilling your head, then going down your throat and finally reaching your stomach. It had nothing to do with Seungjun catching you zooming out though.
He pressed his lips together looking frustrated but not really angry. You read something like “Should I repeat everything I’ve said?” impressed on his face. He was a simple guy. You were jealous of him.
It was that at some point in his monologue, a thought intruded your mind, pushing his voice to the side and stealing your attention. His words started to float away in the air as another narrative overhung heavy behind your eyes. You had dangerous thoughts becoming slowly more frequent. Now they even dare to greet you when you were actively occupied with tasks.
You sighed considering explaining your dilemma to the guy in front of you. You knew he would be sympathetic and maybe you could even share your pain with him. However, involving Seungjun would put him into trouble along with you. Consequently, it would be reckless of you. Even though he was your best friend, he was also your boyfriend’s best friend. You barely could deal with the idea of breaking Jaeyoung’s heart. Making it for real would hurt you like a sword. Your stomach tightened as you imagined a literal wound.
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Jaeyoung and Yuto were already in the oldest’s garage when you arrived with Seungjun. The two guys seemed to have a trivial conversation as Yuto was sitting on the old massive soundbox that you got in a second-hand shop when the band was still a trio and you had no public. Jaeyoung was on the floor next to his drums, part of his butt occupied the end of the rug, where the large instrument laid on. The rug was quite dusty but none of you could bother to clean it. Yuto once told you that it looked awful but everyone came up with excuses not to take any action on the issue. “I hope no one other than us shows up here” he sighed giving up. He would never do all the work by himself.
A sweet smile took over Jaeyoung’s whole face as he turned his head to look at you and Seungjun entering. He often smiled with all his facial features, it seemed. That probably was definitive to make you fall in love with him back in your first year in college. You attended that class for a month when you had to work together on a project. He was so gentle to you that you could not help putting your heart right in his hands. His voice was always deep in the perfect tone to lull you into daydreams of being between his arms. But, at first, he was not able to see you as more than a friend. He used to give you shivers every time he tucked your hair behind your ear. Why the hell he did that if he were not falling in love? Sometimes you hated him, but not really. You could not hate the owner of the sweetest smile, it was against your nature.
You loved Jaeyoung for almost a year without getting anything in return, yet your pseudo-band was born. Him, Seungjun and you had the same sense of humor, even though your crush liked to pretend like he did not. 2DMH was your band name, the letters stood for Didn't Do My Homework. You attempted to open a concert still yet that year but they say something was missing in the music you made together. That thing happened to be Yuto, who was still minding his own business in Japan back then.
In the present days, the three of you, in fact, had the younger guy in your band. In reality, now you looked more like a real band and the recognition was coming more and more solidly.
Yuto stopped dangling his legs as his eyes found yours, but you were not supposed to look at him when your boyfriend was getting up to come to you. “Wassup, guys?” Jaeyoung said referring to both you and Seungjun but heading right to you. He cupped your face and pecked your forehead.
“Are we late?” Seungjun asked, picking up his cell phone inside of his jacket pocket and then panicking “Oh shit! Are my nails already dry?”
You smiled amused with his reaction as the other two guys looked clueless. “I guess the time we took to get here was enough to dry your nail polish”.
“Yey! Show us what you did” Yuto said cheerfully jumping out of the soundbox.
“What I did” you rectified, your frame warmly hugged by Jaeyoung.
“Well,” Seungjun started. “I felt like trying something new.” And raised his hands, so both Jaeyoung and Yuto could see them well. He moved his fingers in wave-like motions as his smile looked about to pop out of his face.
The other two exclaimed something about his nails looking cool at the same time. You could lay your eyes again on the sleek surface of his short nails.
“I got the inspo from my roommate though.”
“Ah yeah, Changyoon is stylish.” Your boyfriend commented. “Anyways, sorry for changing the topic, but Yuto and I have news.”
You pulled back from Jaeyoung so he and the younger guy could clarify the announcement.
“Do you all know Minkyun, right?” Yuto asked and turned to you and Seungjun, who nodded in a rush. “Well, his friend owns a club called Asteroid, they need a good band to play in their rock nights. They saw us playing last week”.
You played in the party to welcome the newcomers. You had so much fun that day, the sports arena was decorated with vibrant pennant flags, the makeshift stage looked so good with spotlights sparkling in different colors and directions from time to time. Freshmen as well as seniors having fun at the beginning of a new academic year.
“In short, we have an audition next week, so they’re gonna decide which band is performing in their house. If it goes right for us, we’re having a place to play every Saturday night.” Jaeyoung finished.
"You don't say” you said quite softly, the surprise making your eyes widen. It would be more than just having an established place to make concerts in, it meant the end of you all practically begging to play at random events all over the city. Sometimes you felt like an annoying kid, from your first concert to the present, you had not achieved big stuff. Performing at Asteroid would allow you to earn actual money from your hobby.
Your boyfriend laughed at your dumb expression. “This is true, babe. We were invited this time.”
“Well, then should we practice until our arms fall apart?” you joked.
“Or until our vocal cords are wrecked?” Seungjun added.
“I guess we’re gonna need our arms and vocal cords, but we should practice indeed.” Jaeyung headed to his drummer set in an inviting gesture. The way he glanced over his shoulders with a positive movement of eyebrows stirred a delicate smile from you. The two guitarists followed him to their usual positions. You threw an enthusiastic look to your bass, patiently waiting for you close to the roll-up garage door, before taking it.
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You, Seungjun and Yuto took the metro together back to your places. Your weekly rehearsal in Jaeyoung’s garage went alright and you were fairly tired. Your boyfriend told Yuto to carry you home safely, which was unexpected because it was a while since the last time he joked like that. It was quite funny that your boyfriend was repeating those words exactly when your feelings for Yuto were emerging back. Even if he had never known about some happenings, sometimes he acted like he unconsciously felt the tension between you and the Japanese guy.
Seungjun said good-bye when the metro stopped at his station, obligating you and Yuto to be alone. It often happened that way, since the two of you lived in the same neighborhood, close to the college. Despite your confused friendship, you got along well, as if nothing had ever happened. The way your thoughts kept finding their way to him lately got you wondering if he was dealing better than you with the past. He was so equilibrated, a bit straitlaced sometimes, you found. Still, a nice guy to be close to.
The covered arm of his guitar laid between the two of you in the metro seat, you had left your bass in the garage this time. You ended up showing up at your boyfriend’s numerous times a week after all. Yuto was too quiet playing with his own fingers and it somehow infected you. You crossed your legs and fidgeted with the torn fabric of your pants. “Are you okay?” you finally asked.
“I’m just... Thinking.”
“About what? If I can ask you, of course.”
He breathed in deeply and released the air through his mouth in a noisy way. “Trip Advisor is about to close permanently. I have no idea of what to do if we don’t start working on that club for real. How can I found a boss as kind as Mr. Kim?”
Trip Advisor was the restaurant where Yuto worked at night and Mr. Kim was really nice since Yuto got day-offs to perform with 2DMH every time he asked for.
“You won’t have to. Please take it easy. We’re gonna get to play in Asteroid and the payment is good and you'll be getting the biggest part.”
You both stood up to get out of the metro. Yuto still had a concerned look, his eyes mirrored a million worries as you swerved away from the people walking their way inside the platform.
“But what if the owner chooses other-?”
“No!” you interrupted him. “It’s gonna be us. Forget the other bands”
Now you marched upstairs and you felt bad for having almost yelled at him. “Listen, I promise you that I’ll give my best in that audition and I can speak for Jaeyoung and Seungjun as well. If by any chance, they are dumb and don’t pick us, we’ll find another way. You can stay at my place. Anything!”
He nodded visibly grateful for your words, still, he struggled to give a side smile. He wanted to match your optimism so badly. “I can even stay in Jaeyoung’s garage” he joked and it felt as if the clouds were opening to the sun after the rain.
“Yes, you can even wrap yourself in that rug.”
Both of you stopped right in front of the building where you lived. Yuto had carried you home safely as promised. “Wanna go inside?” you did not understand why you asked that but he accepted the invitation and followed you. Maybe you just needed to stay together for a little bit, maybe he thought you had some bread hidden, some that you were now willing to offer him.
You internally joked, and consequently had to stop your laugh from coming. In fact, you fought yourself not to have weird thoughts about him when you were together. Being random and silly helped, yet sometimes his small gestures reminded you of why your heart skipped some beats for him.
The way he sweetly accepted to go upstairs and chill in your apartment sent you to about a year ago, when you barely knew each other. Back then, you felt bitter because it had been an entire year of you just being friends with Jaeyoung, no romantic interest could be noticed by his side. The very beginning of a new academic year got you in your worst temper regarding him. Therefore you avoided meeting him other than in your shared classes and 2DMH rehearsals. Your main excuse was being a volunteer at helping foreign newbies. You had been often paired with Yuto even though he did not need much help at anything. The two of you walked around and hanged out more than anything.
“I should have introduced you to the library today!” You remembered when you passed by the old building on your way back from your walking. You had only twenty minutes to go before your class. “Should I do it now real quick?”
“Oh! Why not?” he shrugged, his hands hidden inside the pockets of his dark jeans.
You two crossed the library lobby almost running to take keys and lock your backpacks before rushing yourselves to the middle of the silent sea of words. You did your best at explaining to him how that place was organized as you walked between full bookshelves. The Japanese guy followed you with the most adorable eyes during those few minutes you had to see as much as you could. You had no idea, but he had been already taught all that bullshit that you summarized in a rush, which he admitted you later.
You pretended to be angry at and he got easily fooled by the way you crossed your arms and said “What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
His way to apologize took you completely off-guard, causing a shock at your feelings. “Y/N, sorry if I upset you. It’s just that I feel like I can watch the same movie 79 times with you without getting bored.”
You unlock your apartment and both you and Yuto stepped out of your sneakers to walk inside in socks.
“You know what I think about our band name” he mentioned while you slid your window open.
You took a while to respond, one of your neighbors rode a bike down on the street. “I do! You love it” you pop up with a dumb smile.
Yuto burst into laughter. His expression was so pure as he clap his hands thanks to your sudden yet bold reply. You felt actually proud of drawing some amusement from him after the tension that surrounded his current situation.
Once he finally regrouped himself, he wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and talked back “I would never be part of a band named like that if I had friends one year ago.”
“Come on! Your life in Korea would be quite shitty if you hadn’t known us.” You spoke with overexcited manners, making a funny scene to maintain his mood up. Your hands sketched elastic forms in the air. “You may don’t like our name, but you love us. Just admit it, you love me.”
You witnessed the fall of his chin as those last words fell from your mouth. In the next second, he was staring at you weirdly. It was like he was trying to comprehend some kind of vision right behind you, through your frame. Then the guitarist looked away and spoke slowly as if he had suddenly forgotten the language. You knew that tone when he measured and weighed every word. “I am lucky to have known you all and to play with you. I am grateful as well. There’s only a dark side…” he confessed in a way that scared you.
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Poly relationship with Hyojin and J-Us
Pairing: the boys x female reader
Warning: boy x boy suggestive/smut activity
Being in a relationship with both Hyojin and Seungjun is like having more than you deserve. They are soft boyfriends: lovely listeners and excellent company.
Hyojin always comes up with the best advice when you are having a hard time. Seunjun gives the warmest cuddles. So you basically are not allowed to feel bad (of course you are but that's almost impossible).
Their sense of humor is enviable, except when Hyojin is hungry. For this reason, every time you all go on road trips, Seungjun makes sure to pack lots of snacks for his boyfriend.
These road trips are quite frequent. You all must travel at least two times a year. The boys serenade you on the way, like happy birds.
By the way, Seungjun has lots of creative pet names for his loved ones. He might have called you birdy a couple of times during last spring. He loves to see you wearing colorful clothes. "Look at our little doll, Hyojin" he says all proud and smiley.
He is impossibly touchy with both you and Hyojin and this includes PDA.
Hyojin is more discreet but only you and J-Us know how enormous his heart is. He goes feral if anyone talks shit about his babes.
Hyojin usually calls you love, but he has a thing for your name too. He sometimes shoehorns your name into the songs he sings and that never fails to surprise you.
He also has fun joining you to mock J-Us until he pouts. The best part of it is pampering Seungjun afterward.
There is smut from here
To say more about the pampering session, well, that sometimes turns into sex. Let's be clear about that: Seungjun is a horny person.
"You two are so cruel. The only way I'm forgiving you is if you all treat me well" *throws that naughty gaze* He is such a perv.
It is known that he likes being worshiped because he daily reminds you of such. Stripping him very slowly with kisses on his collarbones and abdomen must do the job.
But he likes it more if you alternate smooth touches and some sort of force. Just kiss him harshly in between and he melts.
At times when you cannot be together, the three of you, one of you calls and goes like "have fun but don't forget about me". Especially Hyojin because he can be jealous at times.
His possessiveness makes Seungjun pretty aroused. I mean, he even likes to watch as you and Hyojin get intimate. "I'm cool. You two keep going, just put a show for me" He suggest things and praises you all for being gorgeous.
The thing is Hyojin cannot deal well with praise.
I can see them arguing because J-Us wants to spoil him but that's another post...
Hyojin does not stop thrusting into you but he retorts Seungjun's praises with curses ooops. They are a mood.
"I don't mind you talking, Jun" you struggle to say since your moans crack the words in the middle.
After sex is full of kisses and lazy strokes over your bodies. Hyojin usually asks how you liked it and Seunjun cannot vanish that silly smile from his face. Hyojin makes sure everyone is comfortable and safe under the blanked when it is cold, he got warm hands and feet while Seungjun's are cold.
Indeed, they are more than you could ask for.
#poly relationship series#onf smut#onf scenarios#onf#hyojin scenario#hyojin smut#j-us scenario#j-us smut
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