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lattenha · 2 years

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wrong but it feels so right — Y. KEEHO

a relationship gone stale causes you to indulge in some company and attention from someone other than your boyfriend, who’s been falling short of it. ft. non-idol!keeho (p1harmony) x gn!reader genre! pining (one sided but eventually becomes mutual), kind-of first meeting w/c! 2633

warnings! drinking, relationship going astray, implied cheating (reader is kissed despite already having a bf), mentions of side characters non-idol!eric, hyunjin, baejin, heesung, hyunjun (former tbz member)

you stared at the blank ceiling above, wondering what it would be like if everything just collapsed on you and came falling down. would you make the effort to run and escape possible life threatening injuries, or would you rather continue to lay in bed and accept what the universe has planned for you.

you’re not sure how to put it in a coherent sentence but lately everything just feels off to you, like there’s some entity looming over your shoulder or that there’s a new chemical reaction that changed the molecules floating in the air wherever you go. perhaps it’s one of those mercury in retrograde periods that the astrology enthusiasts talk about on the spiritual side of tiktok. whatever it may be, you’re hoping that this is a temporary rut and nothing permanent

the silent vibration of your phone signaling an incoming call interrupts your philosophical thoughts. you reach over the nightstand and pluck the device out of its charger just in time to answer on the third ring.

“hello?”

“babe! the guys and i are going to hyunjun’s to drink. probably hang out as well of course. you wanna come?”

your eyes dart to the digital clock sitting prettily on your desk as it collects dust. the time reads thirty two minutes after six p.m. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the option of staying home for the rest of the evening of tagging along with your boyfriend to go to his friend’s place who you barely know.

spoiler alert, you opted for the latter.

“gimme like 10 minutes to get ready?”

“alright, i’ll be over soon. love ya,”

you swallowed and let out a shaky laugh. “you too, babe.”

the line went dead meaning the call had ended. your phone dropped to your side and you craned your neck to look up at the sight of your boring ceiling. what’s the probability that you come crashing down on me in this very moment?

not as likely as you hoped it would.

your boyfriend arrived promptly after you shot him a text to inform him that you were dressed and ready to go. not without missing the smiley face that you habitually added to the end of your sentence. the silly little emoticon that felt like it was taunting you with colons for eyes and parentheses for a mouth. wonder which genius was the first to come up with that when texting became a thing.

tonight was nothing special, to you at least, which meant having the opportunity to dress casual and comfortable. if this were dinner at a fancy restaurant or a planned date (something that your boyfriend hasn’t taken you out on for more than a couple of months), then your outfit would be the complete opposite of what you were currently wearing. cargos with an oversized zip-up hoodie and an l.a dodger’s baseball cap.

but because tonight was neither dinner at a fancy restaurant nor a thought-out date with a well prepared itinerary, there was no reason for you to dress-to-impress. not even for your boyfriend. eight and a half months of dating changes you when you reach that stage of absolute comfortability with each other. at least you guess so.

the two of you arrived at hyunjun’s with less than 15 minutes to spare. your boyfriend led you to the backyard where the rest of his social circle was, fingers lazily entwined together. the sounds of your footsteps shuffling against the grass sparked his friends attention and they all perked up delighted to see your boyfriend’s impending arrival (not yours). he dropped his grasp from yours to which you frowned ever so slightly at. you stood off to the side as you watched them dap each other up and do that bro hug with the pat on the back thing that guys usually do when they greet one another.

“sup y/n,” one of them nodded at you, being the first to acknowledge your presence, and you did your best to smile in a non-awkward way.

you gave him a small wave and muttered a shy “hi” under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the chatter of seven guys talking in unison.

“want a shot? it’s strawberry soju, your favorite~” he sing-songed, shaking the bottle in a tempting manner and a shot glass ready in his other hand like he wasn't excepting "no" for an answer.

not even your own boyfriend knew you liked strawberry flavored soju.

“why the fuck not,” you shrugged. giggling when he praised you as you downed the shot in one go, scrunching your face at the slight sting of the alcohol sliding down your throat. the sweet warmth of the liquid settling in your stomach. no matter how many given occasions that you’ve drank soju each time feels like it’s the first for you.

hyunjin refilled your glass and invited you to sit next to him. your boyfriend already made himself comfortable in the seat between eric and baejin who were directly across of you.

it only took him two whole minutes into the night to forget about you.

new world record.

“is anyone else drinking? can i just have this entire bottle to myself?” you shamelessly asked, pointing to the strawberry soju that was perspiring on top of the cooler that hyunjin offered you not long ago.

“knock yourself out, shortcake.”

if you were going to make it through tonight and sit idly while your boyfriend subconsciously pretends he doesn’t have a significant other to tend to, then you were going to need more than two puny baby shots of soju.

“i needa use the bathroom…” you announced to no one in particular as if your whereabouts really mattered to anyone here.

you stood up from the lawn chair and slipped into the house through the sliding door, struggling to close it behind you before venturing off to the bathroom. if your memory serves you right you’ll find your destination down the hallway second door on the left. sadly, to your dismay, it was currently occupied by someone else who beat you to it.

your arms folded, leaning against the wall to support your weight, while [im]patiently waiting for the person on the other side.

five minutes or so passed and you began to wonder if whoever was on the toilet was taking a shit or possibly puking up their insides into the bowl with their pitiful head hanging low.

whatever it was that they were doing, if you have to stand in the hallway for another 60 seconds you were not going to hesitate to pound your fists on the damn door demanding them to hurry up with their fucking business because there’s other people in this world who need to use the bath—

something clicked and your posture straightened itself at the mere noise. you looked away when you heard someone fumble with the door knob and pretended to fixate your attention on the imaginary speckles of dust in the air.

“oh fu— my bad, sorry, i made you wait that long.” a masculine voice lulled your eyesight onto him.

he’s hot. wait— um, hello? you literally have a boyfriend. there’s no way you were willing to let yourself feed into that thought.

“it’s alright. please tell me you at least sprayed something in there. i don’t think i can hold my breath any longer than 15 seconds at best.”

laughter erupted from the male, unsure if your playful remark was that funny to elicit a chuckle out of someone in the first place.

“don’t worry i didn’t do a number two if that’s what you’re thinking.” he wipes his hands on his pants and you stifle the urge to cringe at his mannerisms. at least he washed them unlike most guys you know. “you going in?”

“o-oh. y-yes, thank you.”

you duck your head and give the stranger a small smile as you close the door gently, locking it soon after. a heavy sigh you weren’t even aware of that you were holding back finally slips past your lips, and you observe your reflection in the mirror. completely flustered, like you just ran into a hallway crush and that was your first real interaction with them.

the waft of scented soap was strong that the smell of coconut-vanilla lingered on your skin. you dried your hands on the stray towel hanging from the rack and stopped in your tracks to fix your hair for the nth time that evening out of anxious habit. a startled squeak bubbled from your throat when you opened the door revealing the (hot) stranger who was standing in your previous spot in the hallway.

he craned his neck to look up from his phone. his gaze slowly trailed your figure from bottom to top as he respectfully studied your image. you stared back at him with doe eyes shrinking into your hoodie when his eyes remained idle on you far too long for comfort. sure, he was hot, and part of you felt guilty for wanting to think that he was checking you out, but his blank expression made it challenging to read his thoughts.

the corner of his lip upturned ever so slightly into a smirk.

"finally done?"

you scoffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his attempt to jokingly jab at you. "at least i wasn't in there for 30 minutes unlike some people."

the ravenette chuckled and it almost summoned you to your knees.

stand up, y/n! stand up! you have a boyfriend outside.

"i'm keeho, by the way. i don't think we've really formally met or talked outside of this friend circle."

keeho, huh? come to think of it, you've never really seen him at these types of gatherings nor did you recognize him in the small crowd of your boyfriend's friends who were clustered in the backyard. you could easily put a name to a face that you knew of but tonight was definitely a first for bumping into keeho.

"i'm y/n,"

you snorted at keeho's lame joke and immediately slapped your hand over your mouth with eyes as wide as saucers. keeho laughed amusingly at your reaction, slapping his hand against the marble counter and almost knocking down the bottle of soju that the two of you were sharing. you furrowed your brows. cheeks reddening due to the alcohol in your system and not the fact that his cackled laughter added to his established personality.

"stop laughing!" you shoved his shoulder but keeho showed no sign of stopping any time soon. grumbling to yourself under your breath, you took another swig of shoju and wiped the few drops of liquid on your lips with the back of your hand.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry—" keeho's manic episode of laughter subsided and he poured himself another shot. "it was just cute how shocked you look, i wish you could've seen your face."

he just called you 'cute.'

your heart palpitated at the nonchalant comment and almost jumped right of your chest.

alarms were blaring inside your head but you subconsciously decided to ignore it and shove it into the shadows of the depths of your mind.

this was increasingly becoming dangerous and you were damn well aware of it. just two steps away from crossing forbidden territory and two steps away from sabotaging eight months of a relationship that, admittedly, you were no longer happy with.

did that make things morally right? no.

but whatever this tension you deluded yourself into thinking was there between you and keeho, it needed to be put out before a flame could possibly ignite.

keeho's face softened as he noticed the distant glint behind your eyes. he bit his lip, a little harsher than he intended to, and contemplated if the high dive would be worth sacrificing the short amount of time that he got to learn more about you over the course of the night.

he briefly turned his attention to the guy sitting outside. with sharp, piercing eyes, he narrowed on the sight of the individual drinking and laughing in utmost mockery. keeho may be out of the loop despite his association with your boyfriend's circle of friends but he was never close to them to begin with. he’s not sure why he continues to stay when he clearly doesn’t like half of the people here at hyunjun’s place; your boyfriend included.

however, the person sitting next to him is a reminder why.

keeho has always known of you.

he knows that about a week ago you just recently hit your eight month milestone with heesung. why and how he knows this information? well, let’s just say keeho was coincidentally there to witness the day that heesung asked you out with your favorite boba and a shiba inu plushie.

he knows your contact name stored in heesung’s phone because you called him five times, back-to-back, to which heesung ignored. it was game night at eric’s and while your boyfriend was too busy trying to win first place in every race of the mushroom cup in mario kart, ‘y/n ❤️’ was there on the other end of the phone anxiously biting on their fingernails hoping to get a single word out of their boyfriend.

he knows that you went to hyunjun for advice on what to get a guy for their birthday because you wanted it to be special and had the boys help you plan a surprise party for heesung.

he knows that in the past two and a half months heesung has been distant with you, stopped putting in the effort to take you out on dates, and only keeps you around to save face. your boyfriend’s ego is bigger than what’s in his pants, and him making the first move to break up with you will paint him out to be the bad guy when he was the one who fell first.

it pained keeho knowing that you were completely oblivious to all of this, or, at least most of this that is.

he saw it when you first arrived to hyunjun’s. the frown on your lips when heesung dropped your hand.

he saw it in your eyes. the way you’d look off into space as if you didn’t belong here and were solemnly forgotten of.

he’s been in the background for a while now. the time he spent as a side character in the plot of the drama had to end at some point.

fuck it.

keeho leaned in close, fingers gingerly brushing back the strands of hair that fell in front of your face, tucking your locks behind your ear and choosing to avoid the way that your pupils were practically shaking.

the unthinkable happened and you silently thanked the universe that you didn’t have to make the first move in order to confirm if what you were feeling was a facade of a pile of disappointment from these past two, almost three, months.

keeho pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. his tiers loitered there long enough for someone to easily walk in on you two. your fingers grasped onto the material of his sweater and you nearly whined when he pulled away.

there’s no use in denying it any longer and it wasn’t the soju talking.

you were slightly buzzed yet sober enough to comprehend what was happening, and as much as the old you would let the guilt tear you apart inside, you could not care less.

it was wrong. all of this was. but why did it feel so right.

#yoon keeho #keeho #keeho x reader #p1harmony #p1h keeho #keeho imagines #p1harmony imagines #keeho fanfic #p1harmony scenarios #keeho scenarios #hyunjin from skz is here #baejin from cix too #eric from tbz as well lol #heesung is the bad guy sorry #cgi-aenergy #hyunjun former tbz member not to be mixed up with skz hyunjin

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haklcv · 1 year

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head in the game.

SYNOPSIS. basketball. the game is enough to make anyone stay. clean shots, rubber shoes against the court, adrenaline pumping through everyone's veins. but what seemed to spark y/n's attention the most, was not the sport itself, but rather, those who played it. MEMBERS. jacob, hyunjae, juyeon, haknyeon, eric (fem!reader) AUTHOR’S NOTE. heeeeeeeey here’s a tbz college sports au series bcs i’m obsessed with college sports aus. this was originally supposed to be soccer so i could make one for all 11 members but i’m just absolutely too dumb to make 11 consecutive plots for that and all my soccer knowledge went down the drain so these 5 and basketball will have to do. this was also such a spur of the moment thing but i need something to get my mind off of the craziness of life and so i decided on tbz <3 IMPORTANT. all the following stories have nothing to do with each other apart from having similar settings and the like. ultimately, you guys get to decide who you end up with by the end after reading each one!

p.s. might throw in a few references here and there to the other fics in the series but again, ultimately, all 5 fics have nothing to do with each other and don’t clash in any way shape or form.

achilles heel | jacob x not a nurse nurse!reader

SYNOPSIS. as a member assigned to the mobile clinic during the university's sports games, getting players in there isn't really a good thing to see. sure, y/n had her fair share of twisted ankles and cut faces but they were never seen in there again. that is until a certain #30 starts consistently showing up at the clinic in between every basketball game.

shoot your shot | juyeon x broken-hearted!reader

SYNOPSIS. y/n just got out of a breakup and decided to do the stupidest move anyone can do when they just get out of a relationship: go to their older brother for comfort. stupid how? well, it's simple. when all y/n wanted was a daily supply of ice cream and hugs until she got better, she instead got #11 in front of her with a basketball in his hand, ready to teach her how to shoot.

angel’s door | haknyeon x girl next door!reader

SYNOPSIS. y/n thought getting her younger sister a basketball for her birthday would finally shut her up about wanting to learn the sport. and it did, until her parents decided to suggest the brilliant idea of befriending the quote “nice young man next door” to teach her younger sister. lo and behold, this “nice young man next door” just so happens to be #09 on their university's basketball team. and after a while, y/n seems to have gotten pretty used to knocking on his door.

freshie | eric x student manager!reader

SYNOPSIS. another year, more memories with the team. y/n was one of the current student managers of the university's basketball team and has been with the them for 2 years now. she knew how everyone played and she knew each member by heart. except for one. apparently, the guys got a new teammate. and boy, was y/n about to know #22 by heart.

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ikeuverse · 1 year

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it will not be in vain | chanhee

mafia!chanhee x fem!reader

gender: angst, a little sadness, revenge

warnings: mention of drugs, weapons. mention of fights and injuries. hospital and bandages too, but nothing explicit.

wc: 1386

notes: this is like a spin off of a story i put together for my friends (tbz and our group as mobsters). chanhee and ille is one of the main couples that goes missing and we teamed up to find them both… this part would be the post-meeting of both hurt. i will try to develop something else and even from other boyz couples. and this is to mark my return too, it's been a while since I've posted here. hope you like it!

✧ m.list ✧

Everything in front of him passed in slow motion. Associating what happened with the current moment made every crease of Chanhee's body ache overwhelmingly. The friends in the hospital room pacing back and forth, the security guard bigger than the door was in there too, just watching the rush the boys were in when Eric almost screamed when he saw his friend with his eyes open.

“He woke up” the boy ran to the hospital stretcher “Hey Chanhee, are you alright? How it feels?"

“Eric, let him breathe” Haknyeon tried to grab his friend by the shoulders, but it was too late. The youngest was almost laying down on top of Chanhee with teary eyes and rosy cheeks, indicating that he would cry again – he spent the last few hours in tears, but he didn't want Chanhee to know that.

“I'm fine, just—” Chanhee felt a sharp pain in his stomach as he shifted to try to get himself up on the bed. “Where is she?”

Silence.

The room, which had previously been noisy with conversations and footsteps, immediately stopped when Chanhee said something. It was the first thing that crossed his mind when he opened his eyes that day.

“She's fine” Juyeon tried to smile.

"You don't have to fool me" he felt the pain in his stomach again when he got back on the bed with Eric's help, until a snarl came out of his mouth. He then looked down to see that his entire hip was bandaged and bandaged “I remember the state we were found in.”

“You and y/n gave us a huge scare” Eric wiped the tears that had just fallen from his cheeks “But she's really fine, it's just…”

“A little worse than you” Haknyeon shrugged as he said.

“I know…” he sighed softly.

Memories of the night before came to his mind and for the first time Chanhee felt afraid. He knew his job was dangerous enough to put him at risk like that. Being part of the mafia's artificial intelligence was not for everyone. It was much easier than his friends' work, of course. He was always in the office, operating security cameras, devices, weapons and anything involving technology that could help his team.

He was great with numbers, he just didn't know that he would later use his knowledge for that sort of thing.

It wasn't all bad, after all, he was part of the justice mafia. They were good after all, they tried to help people, even though they messed with exorbitant amounts of money, drugs and booze. Even because not everyone thought the same as Chanhee, others liked to use, have fun – whether or not they needed to be drunk and high.

The fact was that, in this environment, mafia made alliance with mafia and so on, it was a cycle to have allies and people to trust. Even if it was practically impossible. And he found himself surrendered when the mafia of girls got in his way. Y/n was his opposite. She worked with weapons, negotiations and disguises. Things where Chanhee felt his heart go out of his mouth as much as seeing his friends on a mission almost getting shot.

Falling in love with a mafia woman was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, because he knew it would be risky, because like in all mafia movies, something always happens. And it was exactly what he predicted.

“They will get us” y/n whispered inside that hotel closet “And I want you to escape through the window.”

"What?" Chanhee wanted to scream at the audacity, thinking he would leave without her "You've got to be kidding me."

“Nope” for the first time Chanhee saw y/n seriously, without a single smile directed at him at that moment “They know me, they know who I am. But you…” the woman sighed, placing her hand on Chanhee's chest and feeling the heart speed up more and more “You're behind the computers, no one has ever seen you to know if you work in a mafia or not.”

“So you're implying, indirectly, that you're going to risk it for me? Are you going to risk your life?”

“Babe, I…” a loud bang at the door made her still.

And it was the last thing they talked about before finding them and starting that incessant body fight.

Like the mob Chanhee worked for, y/n's also had its AI tech – who became one of Chanhee's best friends in the process while he met the woman he fell in love with – and she had done all the work inspect every corner of the hotel they were in when he saw the strange movement. Stella, her best friend, knew that taking a vacation when you worked in the mafia wasn't something that could happen. She then she was attentive to every detail until she managed to trigger everyone who could help Chanhee and y / n.

“If I'm alive it's thanks to Stella” Chanhee got up with some difficulty, leaning on Eric as he walked slowly across the room “She didn't rest while I was with y/n in that hotel.”

“And thanks to us” Juyeon whimpered “Do you know how many kicks me and Sangyeon took from that thug who almost shot you?”

“I know, idiot” he laughed with some pain “Thanks to you too…” he couldn't stop thanking his friends for sure, they all contributed to him and y/n being alive at that moment. Besides, Chanhee still needed to see her, and as a wordless request, Eric already knew.

Then he positioned the wheelchair at the back of the room so that he could accompany Chanhee to the other room with security and y/n's friends also around.

“You woke up” Stella was the first to greet the boys when they arrived “How do you feel?”

“Good” Chanhee interspersed his gaze between her and the bedroom door, without much courage to ask since she also couldn't walk all that way because she was in too much pain.

Stella then gave way to the boy along with Eric, with whom she exchanged a few words before the two entered the room.

The scene he never wanted to see was before his eyes. Y/n wasn't awake, the bruises all over her body were just as bad as his, in which his face didn't hurt as much, so Chanhee deduced not to have many cuts like hers. If he remembered the physical fights he faced along with the boys who arrived to help, she didn't rest a second trying to protect Chanhee from all that.

Tears welled in his eyes as he forced himself to his feet and wander over to the bed where she appeared sedated and resting.

“Hey, I'm here” he whispered through his tears.

By this time Eric was crying profusely when he said goodbye and left to give the two more privacy.

“I can't believe you did this for me, I can't believe y/n…” his lips reached the woman's forehead, kissing carefully and afraid that she would feel pain even if she was sleeping at the moment.

For a few minutes, Chanhee cried all he had inside of him for remembering all the things until they got to where they were, until he was finally able to be together with y/n.

“You're hurt, you took a risk for me and…” a sob stifled by Chanhee, he slowly slid his hand until he found hers. With care and because of many hits, he held her as he could and intertwined his fingers as he could too “I will reward.”

Since she couldn't argue with he, Chanhee took the opportunity to kiss her forehead once more, never letting go of the hand of the girl in front of he.

“I'm going after the one who did this one by one, I swear to you” he said quietly, even though it was just the two of them inside. “I'm going to make them pay for what they did to you. It will not be in vain.”

Bringing their foreheads together, he closed his eyes.

“Not even if I personally kill each one. But I swear that none of those who entered that room will come out alive. I swear to you."

to be continued…?

#chanhee au #chanhee angst #chanhee mafia au #chanhee mafia #chanhee x reader #chanhee x you #the boyz au #tbz au #chanhee scenarios #tbz x reader #tbz scenarios #tbz mafia au #the boyz mafia au #the boyz #tbz #chanhee headcanons #the boyz headcanons

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mavericsohn · 1 year

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knock knock does this still work ?

hello it’s giselle - or elle - or faii if u know me on *that* level

it’s been a while? lots has happened :o last time i was on here i was screaming abt how much i hated ist for doing my baby wrong but now we r preparing for an ot11 comeback!!!! major win for the lesbians!!! (it’s me, i’m the lesbians (oh yes that happened too))

basically ^_^ life has been rough but here’s a quick run down on what’s being going on since i last existed on here a whole nine (!!!!) months ago!!

i saw tbz!!!!! got to see them in london (wow it Was a while ago) and it was the best day of my life

i also became a huge ateez stan. like huge. they are my ults and i have just dropped too much money on their tour

i got a gf!!! we have been dating for 7 & 1/2 months and i love them very much :) elle successful romance era!!!

i met park seonghwa ?!?!?! i won a fancall w him and we got to chat and he is the loveliest human being ever and i cannot express how much i adore him

i completed my chanhee collection !! i started out as an eric bias but i will admit chanhee is now my ult of ults along w hwa ! im still eric biased technically (along w cobie!!!!) but chanhee is my mwah <3 you know?

but yes hello!!! i doubt anyone even rmrs me but if you do and you happen to stumble across this, i hope you’re doing okay! i don’t know if i’ll use this much — maybe at one point i’ll post a random one shot,, maybe finish that damn we’ve got chemistry sequel,,, but for now ^_^ hi !!!

#…%! giselle’s ramblings ⋆·˚ ༘ *#i’m back ?

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littleroaes · 28 days

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[ COMPILED ] Moon Tales by Boys, tbz

a compilation of stand alone one shots that’s based on loona songs. can be in form of storyline lore inspiration ( loonaverse ), music video themes and aesthetics, characters, lyrics etc !

AUTHORS NOTE it was never supposed to be an actual series, but i figure, as I’m thinking of my third loona based fic, i better just compile them all!

The Apple of His Eye ( love4eva ), c.ch

— Upon a private boarding school, Choi Chanhee falls from grace after seeking out the forest. Despite his sudden change in perception, his desk mate, Y/n, is determined to secure her place as a distinguished student, with or without Choi Chanhee as her concurrence. With lost innocence and opened eyes, he comes to tempt her to fall from heaven with him…or escape it.

PAIRING choi chanhee x fem!reader

GENRE Garden of Eden!au, enemies to lovers(ish)!au, academic rivals to lovers(ish)!au (formal to each other), boarding school!au, suggestive, TENSION(literary, rivalry, suggestive...),

WARNINGS kissing someone without consent, so much tension, bird mating(youll get it), slight symbolism, proofread once!

WORD COUNT 7.1 k

oh darling, take my heart! ( heart attack ), k.sw & jc.b

To save Sunwoo from his own self destruction by his undying love for Y/n as he admires her but cannot get her attention. His guardian angel comes to his side in human form to prevent the inevitable fall from Eden. Though the desperation for his preservation might just come from the egoistic wounds of his heart and the awareness of the ugliest fall of them all, it being his own.

PAIRING ⏵ kim sunwoo x fem!reader, guardian angel!jacob not a love triangle

GENRE ⏵ fluff, slight angst, one sided pining, unrequited love ( not all the way through ), comedy/ crack ( hopefully ), sunwoo is down so bad, and he’s stubborn as heck, not a love triangle, slight fantasy, jacob is stressed bc of sunwoo, sweetheart!Jacob, winter!au, college!au but they’re just in the library and walk between lectures and have own apartments lol( F EXAMS ), epic bromance, epic eric feature, not as epic changmin feature, europe aesthetic ( this is a candlestick idk how widespread they are )

WARNINGS ⏵ y/n is just a little evil, loonaverse lore ( lol ), romanticised college!au bc I don’t want to write my reality 🫠, surface level world building ( don't ask me about the angel lore ), y/n & sw calls jacob angel & cupid either teasingly/mockingly/literally, y/n refers to sunwoo as loverboy once, sunwoo swears like three times, sunwoo calls people losers, heart attack by chuu is very gay mine is not😭, proofread twice

WORD COUNT ⏵ 18.8 k

coming …

… ( love & live )

… Everyday I Love You

#the boyz #tbz #loona #artms #loosemble #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios

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jeongjaebae · 1 year

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UGH SUNWOO IN THAT RACER OUTFIT. don’t even get me started i went very very insane when i saw that stage 😭 not to mention that recent i like you dance stage with ateez UGH they were soooo cute and like . i know i am very sunwoo brained but i genuinely stopped breathing when cobie showed up in that funky little hat and his funky little glasses he’s soooo ……not to mention juyeon’s teddy bear backpack and changmin and his pochacco slay with that hat NDBSKFK the fancams for that stage made me inconsolable 😭 apparently when they talked to their stylists for the concept they wanted a “nerdy-loser” look WHICH IS SO HENKFWK that’s cat-coded ….they did it for Me…….

and i did. i Did hear about the sexy concept next comeback which …..i already have one foot in the grave just hearing about it how am i going to survive 😭😭😭 and personally !! ok as much as i loooove darker concepts i kind of want them to have a sort of ….not high-teen concept but sort of like . love me right by exo? like that sporty funky concept! i feel like it would be super fun and tbz are already lowkey sm’s stepsons so HAHA it’s not too much of a shot in the dark :’) like they sort of did it with giddy up but i’d love a more mature take on that concept now that they’re all grown up! i’d also love if they could do another ultra specific concept like they did with battle royale in maverick! what about you, are there any concepts you want them to do again?? and yeah the whole plagiarizing thing was so ….. 😬 like they just handled it badly all around wjfjwkfkwk but at the end of the day it wasn’t even eric’s fault :( he just bought the beat from the producer and while i wish they didn’t sweep the issue under the rug and pretend like nothing happened i also think he doesn’t deserve the heat he was getting from bap fans cause it’s like …there’s nothing he can do about it :”) ahh idk its just a really bad situation to be in.

also soonyoung’s disney princess moment??? no bc the way i would check instagram after a few minutes and he would just keep uploading NEW bird content like? at that point that bird is his….he should have taken it home with him 😭 i haven’t thought of my svt bias line in a long time but i think it’s currently soonyoung jihoon mingyu wonwoo?? with a special mention to cheol whenever he posts boyfriend pics. i am not immune. the way you like members who get bullied LMAO honestly i’m kind of the same?? i mean i bias doyoung and haechan who…. well doyoung is one step away from going crazy with 127 while haechan is maknae on top with 127 but when he’s with the dreamies he gets a taste of his own medicine so BDJAJFJDK not to mention mingyu fighting for his life every single day 😭 “why have a dish when you can have a buffet” LMAOOOO i’m going to use that from now on HAHAH i’m like ….Known to be a resident homie hopper no matter what group i stan

and the sunwoo fic ! funnily enough it was originally a txt yeonjun fic before becoming a hoshi fic to now becoming a sunwoo fic but its like NFBSNFK i think sunwoo is truly this fic’s final form 😭 like everything clicked into place after i transferred this fic to him so hopefully i can actually….finish writing it LOL but the basic premise of it is an exes-to-lovers fic set in idolverse! but it’s kinda like… the fic itself is more “exes” than it is “to-lovers” NDBWJFK but the first scene is yn breaking up with sunwoo, and the rest of the fic details what happens after (and before) that. so it sort of jumps between the past and present to fit in the puzzle pieces of their entire relationship and how it eventually rekindles at the end, but the entire fic carries the sentiment of there being a certain “gravity” between yn and sunwoo, like how gravity is both the reason why a planet circles a star and why they can never fall into one another again,,,, until it does. or something like that HAHA i’m kind of bad at explaining but that’s the general idea!

i hope 2023 treats you well! i’ve also been happier after talking and interacting with you 🥹🫂

a nerdy loser look omg HAHA they did it for you!! it was like total whiplash getting the racer outfits and then the cute ones and like?? they had some outfits for their whisper stages that totally did not fit whisper's concept LOL. although i can't say i was looking at tbz much during the collab stage when choi san was Right There BUT the performance was cute and i was just glad we got some post kingdom interactions :') but omg are all the tbz members your bias wreckers at this point?

OH OKAY WAIT. speaking of exo and tbz HAVE YOU SEEN TBZ'S COVER OF LOVE ME RIGHT???? and call me baby??!?! chanhee sounded so much like baekhyun doing the high notes of LMR and hyunjae has always given me such a baekhyun vibe esp in that call me baby cover SO YEAH sm's step sons indeed!! (also special mention to the four jaehyuns collab of call me baby LOL) and yeahh the battle royale theme was pretty cool but i kinda wish they went a bit deeper into the concept :') i also enjoy the dark concepts!! love love loved drink it (it's my #1 tbz song!!) and i wish that was an Actual Comeback but i guess it's similar to what they did with reveal! i wouldn't mind if they fully went into the vixx level of dark ahaha or something svt's fear... i wouldn't survive it. but if they do pull through with the wings of desire / red string of fate concept for the feb comeback that'd be so so cool 🤞 manifesting it!!

ikr i can't believe a bird just freely did that like... it's not afraid of humans??? wild. hoshi??? also wild. that probs fed into his tiger agenda for years like woOOow he can communicate with animals HAHA. omg it sounds like you bias both ends of the spectrum though... the instigator and the person on the receiving end of the bullying LMAOO. i totally feel you on the homie hopper-ness like i practically do the bias sorter every month and it'll have shuffled around slightly, my buffet is on a rotational bias like a lazy susan :') do fics (reading or writing them) ever influence your bias ranking? or is it more like whoever posts cute pics at the time? bc i see you with those recent bf seungcheol perm pics 👀

and whaaat no way you're turning a yeonjun/hoshi fic into a sunwoo fic... bc i was thinking of writing a hoshi version of one of my sunwoo fics!! and my sunwoo christmas fic was originally written for hoshi too (which... you'll see on my newly exposed svt blog ahaha). guess we all see them as the hot but actually a loser type of character LOL. but ahhh your fic sounds good already, the exes part sounds like it'll be quite angsty but i love that kind of concept! and it sounds like a good opportunity for pretty descriptions and exploring relationship dynamics. ooh are there any tropes or particular things in fics that you like to read/write? ahh anyway i hope your winter break is going well and that find the motivation you need to continue whatever you're working on atm!! 💫

#ask #cat <3

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hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy

♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]

♥ member: tbz eric

♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]

♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]

♥ wc: 3.4k

♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]

[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1

Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-

Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!

Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!

Of course!

...

Here. Is it alright?

Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!

Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?

Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.

Oh, where are you from?

Just the next state.

Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.

No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.

I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?

Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?

I’m Eric.

[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2

It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?

He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago.

...

Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.

I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since.

...

Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.

[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3

It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.

It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?

I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!

[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4

I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?

Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.

[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5

Oh! Is that what you had-

Yeah! It’s the same camera!

What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-

Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-

Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-

Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?

I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-

Just under two weeks-

Jeez-

I know, I know, oh my God.

...

I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-

I was not struggling!

Yeah you were!

I wasn’t-

I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.

...

Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?

I forgot it was on-

One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-

Eric!

[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6

-ould you pass me the hot water?

Mm? What?

The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.

Do you need help with-

It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?

Yeah, does it bother you?

No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.

What does that mea-

...

I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-

Could you tell it’s zero sugar?

I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.

Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?

You were hungry too!

...

Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls?

Did you even wash these?

Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.

Mhm. Here.

If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.

Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.

What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?

Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school.

...

What date is it today?

April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.

...

When are you leaving again?

May 22.

Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?

I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.

...

I won’t be around in November.

Mm? Why not?

I’m moving.

To where?

I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.

Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?

Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.

...

I’ll- Let me just go and...

[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7

-idn’t have to!

No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!

Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-

No, fuck off, I can’t either!

Oh! Calvin Klein!

...

I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-

Fuck off!

I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.

...

Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.

[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8

It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.

...

Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his.

We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour.

...

I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb.

...

I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.

...

I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.

...

[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9

-ou can see the stars?

I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.

...

Can you see them?

Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-

Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.

Right.

It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-

On the grass? Will your camera be fine?

Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.

...

Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?

Yeah, you’re in frame.

Okay, great. Now get over here!

...

I can taste the smoothie you had just now.

Too sweet?

A little.

...

Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!

...

y/n, I have something to tell you.

Mm? What is it?

...

Hello? Earth to Eric?

I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May.

Oh, Eric...

No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...

Mhm.

I just... I just wished we had more time.

I do too. I really do.

...

Eric?

Hm?

I love you too.

...

[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10

1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log.

...

I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-

...

I- I don’t know if I can do this.

...

[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11

So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace.

...

Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?

Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-

Count me in!

You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?

Yeah- Oh!

Eric!

y/n! What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?

Oh, not at all!

You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!

Did he? And you are...?

I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!

Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!

Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.

I know, she’s just... everything.

Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!

Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?

No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!

What’s the prep-party... preparing for?

Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.

You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.

I was gonna tell you today.

He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?

Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.

No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!

Okay, bye!

Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!

Bye!

...

Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?

I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?

The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.

Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.

You have that on?

Yeah- why?

No, just wondering.

Are you uncomfortable?

No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio.

...

[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12

It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.

...

I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage-

...

Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something.

...

I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first.

...

I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-

...

y/n, are you home?

...

shit.

y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.

...

[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13

...

I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch.

...

I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all.

...

Fuck.

...

I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this?

...

This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time.

...

I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore.

...

[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14

It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday.

...

I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked.

...

So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40?

...

It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat.

...

It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control.

...

[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15

May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours.

...

All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back.

...

I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.

...

Nor look at them when I’m home.

...

Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?

...

It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.

...

Maybe.

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16

-ny more luggage?

Nope.

Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?

Okay, thank you!

Have a nice flight ma’am.

Thanks.

...

Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?

Yeah, sure.

...

Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.

Thank you!

...

[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17

It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.

...

This is it. This is really it.

...

Um-

Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!

[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1

Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?

...

Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out.

...

It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood.

...

I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am.

...

But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April.

...

I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left.

...

I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back.

...

I’m sorry.

...

the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month.

he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice.

it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night.

the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it.

you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote.

you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.

“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”

rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open.

and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums.

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

“eric... what are you doing here?”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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“December 22nd Is Our Day” ~ Son Youngjae

The smiles on the faces of the boys dropped as Youngjae told them his plans for his birthday party this year. You could feel their eyes look to you, stood just behind Youngjae nervously, as he explained to them all that this year would have to be a shared party.

Youngjae had put off telling the boys for as long as he could, he didn’t want to deal with the hassle of changing their plans, knowing they had begun to make plans for his birthday since his celebration last year. At first, he thought you were joking, but then he learnt you were being serious, with no room for adjusting either.

None of the boys could believe it as he informed them all that the two of you shared your birthday, meaning a joint celebration was in order for you both.

“It’s hard enough having to plan for one person,” Sangyeon groaned, running his hand over the top of his hair in confusion as to what any of them were going to organise for you.

“Can’t one of you just pretend to be born on the day over?” Kevin smugly suggested, feeling Changmin’s hand jab into his hip in response to his question.

Youngjae’s head shook back at him too as he reached behind him to take a hold of your hand, bringing you closer to his side as he spotted several of the boys staring at you.

You could only chuckle as Younghoon poked his tongue out at you, “do you guys have anything in common? Surely there’s got to be one thing to do a theme for you.”

The two of you shared a glance, trying to think of something, but coming up with nothing. You and Youngjae were two very different people, you had dissimilar interests, yet somehow you made it work, learning about what each other liked from the start.

“I don’t have to have a party; I don’t really want one anyway.”

As soon as you started speaking, Youngjae squeezed against your hand, quickly shutting you up. There was no way he was going to let your birthday pass without celebration, even if the boys were happy to throw a party for one.

He played it well, but on the inside Youngjae couldn’t wait to have a shared celebration with you, to have all of your friends and family in one room, for the both of you.

“We always plan a party for you, maybe this year should be for Y/N,” Jaehyun then suggested.

Eric’s eyes lit up at the offer, celebrating your first birthday with you, he wanted to make sure that you had the perfect party, and a theme for you seemed like the perfect chance.

“Or we could just celebrate my birthday the following day?”

“No, our birthdays are the same, that means we celebrate on the same day.”

The boys soon began to realise that they weren’t going to win, despite being the youngest, Youngjae was stubborn, and determined to make sure that they planned a party for two.

“We’ve got somewhere to be, so we’ll leave you party planners to it,” Youngjae smirked.

“We’re not making any promises you guys.”

Your party was something that ended up becoming a secret, you were let in on nothing by the boys until the day came around. The only thing that you knew was to show up at the studio, and that you did, midway through your birthday, you showed up to the studio as instructed.

As you approached the studio door, you could hear a voice whisper, “guys, they’re outside, hide.”

“Where are we all supposed to hide in this place?”

You gave them a moment before opening up the door, watching as the lights came on and several familiar faces jumped out, popping poppers as ribbons flew across the room.

“Happy birthday,” the boys yelled, showing off their hard work.

You were stunned as you looked around at the banners and balloons that were hung up all around the place, “I refuse to believe that you guys actually did this.”

The two of you could tell straight away as you looked around that a lovers theme had certainly been their inspiration for your party. There were hearts everywhere, scattered all across the table that had plates upon plates of food scattered across it.

“We thought we’d do something to incorporate both of you,” Haknyeon explained as he approached the two of you, “trying to come up with something that you’d both like was impossible.”

“No, this is amazing,” Youngjae agreed, wrapping his arm around your waist, “I knew you guys would pull through, despite your tantrums.”

“We were not throwing tantrums,” Jacob asserted.

Your eyebrows furrowed questionably back at him as a chuckle came from Jacob, reaching across so that you could poke his side and push him away from you.

“What do you think?” Youngjae asked you as the two of you managed to get a moment to yourself after greeting most of the people in the room, “I hate to say it, but they’ve exceeded all my expectations, this is pretty special.”

“I told you they’d do it,” you smirked, “although I bet you’ve never had a party quite like this.”

Youngjae’s head nodded in agreement with you as he took another look around, “it’s not like my usual parties that the boys throw me, but I think I could get used to it knowing that it means I get to spend my birthday with you.”

Your smile grew at Youngjae’s comment, feeling your cheeks begin to tint, “you don’t have to be smooth around me, I’m not the one that did all of this.”

“I know, but it’s your birthday,” he reminded you with a wide grin, “therefore I’m supposed to spend the day being adorable to you, aren’t I?”

“It’s your birthday too,” you teased in response, moving your arm around Youngjae too, “I’ve got to be nice to you, can I get you a drink or something?”

Youngjae’s head shook as he spotted Sunwoo approaching you both, “we’ve got the boys to slave over us all day seeing as it’s our birthdays.”

“I heard that,” Sunwoo frowned as he walked across to the two of you, “I was just about to ask if you guys wanted to open your presents, but seeing as I’m a slave, can I get the two of you a drink first to enjoy?”

You pulled Sunwoo back as Youngjae nodded, refusing to let the boys do any more for you after all that they had done in putting together such an incredible party for you both.

“We’ll get our own,” you smiled to Sunwoo, “but I wouldn’t say no to seeing what you guys have brought us if you want to organise presents.”

“I’ll let the boys know, but I’ll warn you, there’s quite a few.”

Your head nodded as you felt Youngjae squeeze around your waist, “we’ve got to make the most of them being nice to me, do you have any idea for how long I’ve had to deal with helping them out being the youngest?”

“They’ve thrown the party, isn’t that enough?” You challenged, but Youngjae’s head shook, “they’ve already done more than enough, we can get our own drinks.”

“You can get your own drink, but this maknae is making the most of having a day about him for once today.”

“Honestly, you’re impossible sometimes.”

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[ sohn eric ] ꕤ age of love

summary : twenty is the age of discovery, the age of new horizons, new decisions, and especially : new feelings. eric didn't expect that certain little attentions to make him fall in love with the person he least expects. especially when it comes to his pretty cute manager.

word count : 7.2> genre : one shot, fluff, slice of life, first love, friend to lovers warning : some angst, a little bit of anxiety

the start.

why did it happen?

when did it happen?

how did it happen?

why did eric start to feel those tingling in his fingers? when did those butterflies in his stomach appear? how can his heart beat so fast?

why he always feels like he's lost deep in your eyes, drowning in your words, melt under your fingers? when did this urge to have you in his arms, to taste your lips, to keep you close to him, did it appear? how did this desire to be yours come to?

maybe it was all his fault. maybe it was all your fault. maybe it was the fault of all the special attentions you gave him : dry away his tears, take care of him when he was sick, defend him against all odds... every moment spent with you made him fall a little more for you.

from the top of his twenty years, eric could finally discover all the novelties that were offered to him. and what he preferred was to discover love with you.

photographers.

being the manager of a group meant taking care of them, helping them, and defending them no matter what. but being the youngest of their managers also meant not being taken seriously by the more experienced ones : which means they think you should only take care of the small tasks like going for coffee or watching over the door so that no intruders come in.

each of the managers treated you as incompetent, some had been there for years, when you had only arrived a few months. but being there for a short time doesn't mean that you do not know how to do your job. it must have been eight in the morning when your phone rang in your pocket, as you calmly waited for the waitress to bring you your coffee. catching it between your thin fingers, you saw the name of manager kim appear on your screen. the latter was probably the most clumsy manager of your team, you had to keep coming back behind him to fix his mistakes. rolling your eyes before you picked up the call, you finally brought the phone to your ear : « what do you want manager kim? ».

a long sigh left his lips thanking you a thousand times for picking up the call, finally explaining to you the situation he was in. « i need you at the agency, i risk arriving late because my car doesn't seem to want to start. please, please, pl- », « yea fine. i'm going now. be careful and try not to arrive too late. » — he thanked you again several times as you hung up without letting him finish his sentence. you thanked the cashier for your coffee before leaving the shop, directing you with a quick step towards cre.ker.

you weren't far away from it, sipping your coffee while you were texting with sangyeon, who informed you that they were all waiting for you at the agency. you took the time to warn him about manager kim's delay, wanting to show them that you were not that incompetent.

but suddenly, arriving near the building, you saw a photographer hidden behind a tree. following the trajectory of his objective, you came face to face with the still slightly sleepy face of the youngest of the group : eric. trying to keep calm despite your blood boiling in your veins, you walked over to this person, you really don't understand how people can take pictures of people without their consent. throwing your cup in a trash can, before patting their shoulder to rotate them towards you : « yah, you shouldn't do that. » — the girl laughed at you, looking at you mockingly before turning back to her camera, finally speaking : « who the fuck do you think you are to telling me what to do? get lost, this is none of your business. »

a nervous laugh escaped your lips as you took your phone in your hands, sending a quick message to manager kim to tell him to hurry up. « tsk, on the contrary, it's totally my business when you go after my boy. i'm his manager. who do you think you are, to take pictures of him without him knowing? » — the girl looked at you again, raising an eyebrow before pushing your shoulder to take you away from her. you suddenly stuck your tongue against the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath so you don't lose your cool. when you were on the verge of kicking his material, you saw manager kim's car arrive not to far away.

an idea suddenly crossed your mind, then placing your phone in front of your face, sliding on the camera. you patted once again that uneducated girl's shoulder, the latter pivoting one last time towards you, giving you the opportunity to take several photos of his face in perfect quality. « what the hell are you doing, you freak? » — she tried to grab your phone, almost throwing herself at you as you raised your arm to the sky, not giving her the opportunity to grad it. out of the corner of your eye, you saw manager kim walking towards you, under eric's attentive gaze.

« what? i do exactly like you. i take pictures without the consent of the person. a problem with that? i'm sure my superiors will be happy to add your face to the black list.. » — the girl was about to crush her hand against your cheek when manager kim's voice was heard. « y/n, is everything okay? », you nodded, without leaving the evil gaze of the sasaeng right in front of you. the latter hastened to retrieve her things and leave, just before eric joined you both as you explained the situation to manager kim, who seemed impressed by your professionalism. seeing eric coming towards you, you pivoted towards him, offering him your best smile.

« are you okay? » — a laugh escaped your lips as you both just said the exact same sentence, at the same time. eric felt his heart skip a beat, his sparkling eyes getting lost on your sunny face and your gorgeous smile. « yea i'm okay, don't worry about me. and you, are you okay? », a shiver ran through his spine as he felt your hand grab his, and he had the feeling that the tips of his ears began to redden too. he had the impression that the world had just cut off around him, just to make room for your two figures facing each other. eric's heart was beating like crazy, and it was the first time he realized how beautiful you were : how could he not have noticed before that bright smile and sparkling eyes that made up your sweet face? only god knew how he only had eyes for you.

he might get used to your soft hand in his, your fingers brushing his, your smile cradling his heart and his thoughts. eric could get used to it, to this closeness between you two, to the tingling in his fingers and these electric shocks with every physical contact with you. he could get used to having you always near him if it allowed him to feel over and over again those strange sensations and feelings that made his stomach turn in a good way.

« let's go inside, i don't want you to catch a cold. » — a smile took place on your face as eric nodded, letting your hand guide him inside the building. all this under the benevolent eyes of manager kim who thought it was high time to let you take care of more important tasks.

mess up everything.

walking in the corridors of the agency, a bag full of bubble tea in hand, your phone sticking to your ear, you greeted each of the colleagues you met politely. your hurried steps quickly guided you to the desired room, finding you now facing ten faces turned towards you. « bubble teas delivery ! » — your words made the members smile, who rushed to collect their order. but observing the faces of each of them, you quickly realized that the youngest was missing, his boundless energy and communicative smile not being in the room.

« where's eric? », with a sorry little smile, sangyeon pulled you further into the room, letting the others enjoy their well-deserved meal. « he, uh.. he kept getting the choreography wrong, so he must have been so frustrated that he left the room. juyeon told me he had taken refuge in their room. » — calmly you nodded, suddenly concerned with eric's emotional state. warning sangyeon that you were leaving to see how he was feeling, you say goodbye to the other members, telling them that you were coming back quickly because you had something to do. obviously they knew you were going to find eric.

after a race in the corridors, you were finally in front of the door, not hesitating a second more before knocking on it. you heard a sniffle through it, causing you to open the door immediately, your eyes falling on a curled up eric. closing the door behind you, you walked silently to the latter, squatting in front of him. « eric, are you okay? » — the question was stupid, but at least he raised his head to look at you. a tender smile took place on your lips as you slid your hands on his knees, caressing these in a reassuring way.

« what's happening? you can tell me anything, i'm here for you. » — your warm voice caused his heart to skip a beat. he suddenly felt his lips tremble and tears blur his vision, his breath hitched as he tried to hold back another sob. on your side, you felt your heart tighten because of this heartbreaking situation, and you didn't wait any longer to slip your arms around eric, hugging his trembling body against yours.

« i mess everything y/n, i am unable to do anything right. i keep making mistakes in the choreography, over and over and over again. i feel like i'll never make it, i'm a good-for-nothing, i wanna quit... » — to hear those words come out of his mouth was heartbreaking. eric who was always so positive, so energetic, always there to cheer people up and support everyone, looked so broken, so fragile and desperate in your arms. your warm hands were caressing his back in a comforting way, and you suddenly felt him move, his face now facing yours. his glossy eyes and the tip of his nose were red, his cheeks full of tears, he looked like a mess but he was still so wonderful in your eyes.

moving your hands up to his cheeks, your thumbs caressing his skin, brushing away his tears, you gave him the most comforting smile, despite some tears stinging your eyes. « you can't say that, you are not allowed to say that kind of thing about yourself, i forbid you. you are exceptional and extremely talented eric. today is just not your day, it happens sometimes, and it doesn't matter. so we're going to get out of this room, i'm going to take you back to the dorms, and you're going to take some rest. you need sleep, and you will see that it will be better tomorrow, okay? » — eric felt his heart pounding, your comforting words immediately immersing themselves in it. he was never going to forget this moment, he was never going to forget his shaking hands around you, your sparkling eyes in his, and your kind words just for him.

letting go of his face, you straightened up, now standing, reaching out your little hand to help him to stans up. his fingers caught yours, and when he found himself facing you again, you took the opportunity to let a last sentence escape your lips : « you are going to be fine eric, i promise. and i will always be with you to make sure about it. »

sick time.

after a run to the pharmacy, asking for the best medicine possible for a bad cold, you found yourself in the cold streets of seoul to join the boyz's dorm, which normally should still be deserted. after a call for help from sunwoo, it was agreed that eric, who according to him was burning with fever, that he had to get back from the training room as quickly as possible. looking at the time on your watch, a bag in your hand, you were hoping the younger was now warm under his blanket.

going through the front door, you came face to face with the tired figure of the youngest, his little eyes watching you without saying anything. « oh god, why aren't you warm in your bed yet? » — without giving him time to answer, you kicked off your shoes before approaching him, guiding the back of your hand to his forehead. your eyes opened wide when you noticed that indeed, his forehead was burning with fever. eric looked really tired, he looked lost and he didn't say anything. he, who was usually always energetic and always had something to say, was very calm and silent. « okay, let's go to your bedroom, you need a good soup, medicine, and rest. »

eric just nodded, listening to you intently and kindly obeying your words. outwardly he looked elsewhere, as if his mind was asleep, as if his body was acting on its own. but inside, everything was bubbling. not just because he was sick, but because you came to take care of him, at the risk of getting sick too. his heart was pounding as he settled down on his bed, his eyes following the slightest of your deeds and gestures in the most tender way. he noticed the way your delicate fingers took the blanket and put it on him, he noticed the way your eyes watched his slightly reddened cheeks, and above all, he noticed the way the corners of your lips stretched in the most tender smile that he has seen in his life.

when you left his bedroom to surely go to the kitchen, eric got lost in his thoughts. since when did he become so shy around you? since when does his heart beat so fast when you're with him? since when does he want to slip his arms around you, without having to let you go? and more importantly, since when had he wanted to mingle his lips with yours?

eric didn't understand what this strange feeling was. no, in fact he was lying. obviously he knew what it was, he knew what the tingling in his fingertips and flushed cheeks meant. he knew what his pounding heart and the butterflies in his stomach meant. he just didn't know why his feelings needed to develop for his manager. he thought your relationship was impossible.

eric was deep in his thought as you slowly opened the door, taking the time to admire the curves of his concentrated face. he was cute with his eyes lost in space and his lips in a pout, his pastel hair fell on his forehead warm as embers. you couldn't deny that eric was breathtakingly handsome. you wondered what feeling you would feel putting your cold hands against his warm cheeks. obviously, it wasn't right to imagine you have such closeness with him, but it was stronger than you. and after all, your little daydreams will end soon when you'll get back to your senses.

finally pushing the door all the way to get inside, eric's face swiveled towards you, a tray in yours hands. « express delivery for my sick boy ! » — eric felt his heart race when you used that possessive adjective for him, his cheeks blushing a little too much for his liking. for once he was glad he had a fever to the point that his cheeks were already red, this way you won't notice how quickly your words can reach his little heart. placing the tray on his lap, you sit by his side, he observed it silently, until he wince when he saw the two, three pills he had to take. hesitating a moment before taking a spoon between his fingers, dipping it into the bowl of hot soup, he finally brought a first bite to his lips. a slight smile took place on eric's mouth, the soup was absolutely delicious, and instantly warming his entire tired body. « you prepare this just for me..? » — you nodded positively as an answer, prompting him to finish eating quickly before the soup cools down.

while you waited for him to finish his meal so he could sleep, your phone vibrated in your pocket. grabbing it in your hands to see a message from sunwoo : a smile spread across your lips as you read this last one, asking for news about eric.

out of the corner of his eye, eric observed your face and the slightest of your reactions to your phone. he noticed your sweet smile, the glitter in your eyes, and your delicate fingers tapping mechanically on your screen. were you texting your potential boyfriend? did you smile like that while replying to his messages? was it jealousy, the feeling he was feeling right now? he didn't really know, but what he did know is that he wanted your full attention. rolling his eyes when he saw you smile even more in front of your screen, he dropped his spoon on the tray, catching your attention. raising an eyebrow at the pout on his lips, eric crossed his arms against his chest. « is your boyfriend who sending you messages? » — you suddenly felt the tips of your ears blush, shaking your hands in front of you. « oh god no no, i don't have a boyfriend. it's sunwoo, he just asks me how you feel. »

eric suddenly felt a sense of shame run through his muscles, at no time had he thought that the message could come from one of the members of his group. looking away to stare at his tray, a sigh left his lips : he really had to control his reactions. but that was before he felt your fingers against his skin, a shiver running through his spine at the touch. even if it was just to give him his pills, eric felt his heart speed up in his chest. would he one day stop having this kind of reaction to your every gesture?

after a moment of silence, his fingers brushing yours, and his pills swallowed, eric felt the effects of these appear. he felt dizzy, and his eyelids were heavy, he felt like he couldn't move too much. the tray placed on his night table, the subdued colors of his light garlands painting his face, he let the back of his head fall against the wall behind his bed. « you should sleep ba- eric. » — biting your lower lip, you were mentally punching yourself for almost using a pet name towards him. this scratch didn't escaped eric's attentive ears, who opened his eyes again to look at your face tenderly. in a burst of energy, eric got up to approach you, causing your heart to race to the same melody as his. lower down, his hand slipped into yours, intertwining your fingers together, and eric could feel them tremble against his own.

« can you say that again? » — his voice in a whisper made you shiver. no one could ever make you feel so much at the same time. no one could make your fingers tremble, make your whole body shiver, and make you blush as much as him. nobody ever made your heart vibrate like this. the tip of his nose suddenly brushing yours, and you could feel his breath crashing into your lips. avoiding as you could look at him in the eye, you end up repeating your previous words in an almost inaudible voice : « you should sleep eric.. ».

this situation was not correct, this atmosphere was not correct, this closeness between you two was not correct.

you shouldn't have your hand in eric's, his thumb gently caressing your skin. you shouldn't have his lips brushing yours, you shouldn't have your heart that goes crazy every time you're with him.

you shouldn’t feel like hugging him every time you see him, you shouldn't want to take care of him every second of the day. you shouldn't feel jealous every time someone flirts with him. you shouldn't want to take his hand in yours when you walk down the street, you shouldn't want to see him laugh or smile, or hear his voice right before sleeping.

it wasn't correct because you were his manager.

but why today, you couldn't come down to earth again?

« not that, honey. say it again without changing. » — his large free hand suddenly strocked your cheek, instantly cutting your breath as your eyes juggled between eric's chocolate orbs and his rosy lips. at that moment you completely forgot that he was sick, you completely forgot your manager title to focus on the fact that, you too, you were just a human with feelings after all. in a hesitant voice, feeling your heart speeding again, you end up repeating his little words which echoed in eric's ears : « you should sleep, baby. »

eric didn't hesitate a second more before completely narrowing the distance between your lips, kissing you tenderly. he had waited for this moment for so long that it all seemed better to him than in any of his dreams. tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his hand did not leave its position so as to keep your face close to his. kissing eric was like a sweet dream, like fireworks. it was refreshing, warm, new. it was full of sensations, like you were on a roller coaster. it was like a dose of adrenaline. he suddenly dropped your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you against him, making you climb into his lap. your arms hooked themselves around his neck, leaving no chance for the distance to come between you. eric finally had everything he wanted in his arms, the person who made his heart beat like crazy into his lap.

when he finally pulled away, your fingers mingling with the strands of his hair, he took the time to observe your beautiful face. your eyes filled with stars, your lips slightly plump from your kisses, your hair falling over your face and your breath slightly irregular. he was sure you could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and he had no remorse to lean back to kiss you again. rambling until he kissed the bridge of your jaw, he hesitantly approached your ear, and even if deep down he was afraid that this moment would be the last, he took his courage in both hands to ask you for one, little, thing :

« you don't have a boyfriend, so.. would you like me to be yours? »

photoshoot.

and he was right. he was right because since that day he had not seen you again, you were totally ignoring him. even when you came to dance practices, or when you came to the dorms, you avoided talking to him or being alone with him as much as possible. eric could feel it, even if you tried to hide the pink of your cheeks when your eyes had the misfortune to meet his, even if you told him you weren't trying to avoid him, he felt it. he felt the many kilometers that had settled between you since that night.

today was a special day because the boys all had photoshoots for a pretty famous magazine, but unlike usual, you weren't there. let's not lie, eric secretly thought that would be the perfect opportunity for him to be alone with you, since you were often called upon to take care of sunwoo, haknyeon and him. but apparently not today.

sighing, staring at his own reflection in the mirror, dressed in his light blue suit, his hair of a red color offering a perfect contrast, the young man wondered how he could fix all this disaster and get you back to him, like before. deep in thought, he did not notice that one of the managers normally responsible of taking care of them today, was missing.

on your side, you were comfortably installed on your sofa, in front of « it's okay to not be okay » not missing a single second. but your peaceful afternoon was disturbed by the incessant ringing of your phone. stretching like a cat to catch it, without even taking the time to check who dared to bother you, you answered the call by bringing your phone to your ear : « hello? ». the bored tone of your voice could clearly be felt, when you heard the first words from manager kim. « y/n? i'm sorry to bother you but could you replace me today? i have like.. a last minute unforeseen event. » — you were about to yell at him, today was your day off and you couldn't believe you still had to do something for him.

« my wife is gonna give birth, i can't leave her alone and- », « yea fine, i understand. what is your schedule today? » — a long sigh left your lips as you turned off the TV, nonchalantly making your way to your room to get dressed. putting your phone on speakerphone so you can change at the same time, you listened intently to manager kim's tasks for today, but you suddenly stopped your every move. « ...the boys have their photoshoot today, i was responsible of sunwoo, haknyeon and eric in your place, but you will have to take care of them now... » — does that mean you're going to end up face to face with eric? you suddenly regretted picking up that call as you pulled on your pant, bringing your cell to your ear again. « right manager kim, i am going now. congratulations by the way. say hi to your wife. and good luck. », as he says goodbye to you, thanking you again, you finally hung up the call, sighing as you grabbed your car keys.

this afternoon may be very long now.

a surprised look took to the boys' faces when they suddenly saw you walk through the studio door, you greeted them with a big smile before approaching the other managers present, asking them what was manager kim's program.

eric feel his heart unhooking from his chest, observing your hurried but reluctant step. you looked gorgeous, your lightly made up eyes filled with studio lights, and your serious look watching the schedule. it was impossible for him to take his eyes off your figure, until he felt sunwoo's elbow hit his ribs. « your jaw will drop from your face if you keep looking at them like that. » — a rosy hue spread over his cheeks, as he looked down to the ground, trying to hide his shyness.

obviously sunwoo knew, he had guessed it. he noticed eric's shy gazes and your slightly rosy cheeks whenever he got a little too close to you. he noticed his hand brushing yours until it hooked your pinkies together, trying both good and bad to camouflage your physical contact. he had noticed how eric became quite calm and attentive when you spoke, him who was normally extremely loud and energetic. you treat them all extremely well, but people don't have to be blind to see that you treat eric with a special affection, and sunwoo had noticed it.

and he especially noticed how you avoided finding yourself near eric for a few days now. obviously he found it weird considering you were always glued to each other, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on between you and eric, that made you build an invisible wall between the two of you. slowly leaning towards eric while keeping his gaze on your figure, he spoke in a whisper : « what happened? ».

a long sigh escaped the youngest's lips, who swayed from foot to foot, unable to find the right words to gently tell his best friend what happened between you and him. nibbling his lip nervously, eric finally began to speak, staring at you in the most tender and sorry way : « i don't know what got hold of me, but i kissed them. the situation got out of hand, and for a second, i forgot about my idol title and their manager title. i was just youngjae, and they were just y/n. i just feel myself and safe with them, like they are my home. i just need to be near them and all my negative thoughts fly away. but i guess i messed it up again. »

before sunwoo can answer anything, your voice called out to him, forcing him to leave his friend without being able to give his point of view on the current situation. sunwoo gave a sorry smile to eric who shook his head negatively, even making him hurry to join you.

inviting the young man to follow you, you walked with him to the dressing room, closely followed by the seamstresses who did a brief check-up with you both. explaining the theme of the shoot, they finally sneaked off to get the outfits planned for the photoshoot, leaving the both of you alone. sunwoo who took off his jacket before falling into the sofa, looked up at you, while you had your eyes glued to your tablet. « he loves you. » — his serious voice finally caught your attention, forcing you to glance at him before focusing again on whatever was on your screen.

« he truly do, y/n. » — a sigh escaped your lips as you tried hard to concentrate. « sunwoo, we don't need to talk about that now- » ; « on the contrary, it's now or never. you have become distant, it's impossible to speak with you these last days. ». he was right : your feelings worried you so much that you ended up pulling away from them, with the sole purpose of ignoring your growing feelings. you stressed to be with eric, as much as you stressed to be away from him. everything looked so complicated now that you didn't know how to act for everyone's interest and well-being.

sunwoo stood up slowly, approaching you by placing his delicate hands on your shoulders, making you lift your head to meet his gentle and benevolent face. he seemed to be the guardian angel placed on one of your shoulder, guiding you towards the good choices of your life. looking directly into his eyes adorned with pure attentions, you seemed to be overwhelmed by his words : « eric is a good person, undoubtedly one of the most beautiful person in this world. i know you mean a lot to him, try to give him a shoulder he can rest on without being afraid of falling. you are a human with feelings before being a manager, and behind his idol title, eric is simply a sensitive boy in love. don't leave him alone, because he will never let you down. »

your heart was pounding awfully in your chest, and you didn't have time to say anything that he walked away, smiling at the seamstresses who had just returned into the room. you didn't know what to think : did you really have the right to risk your job for some feelings? and if it was only temporary, did you really have to try? did you really like eric or did you just like how he made you feel? so many questions and so few answers that your heart and your conscience could give you. obviously, eric was worth it, he was worth even the most beautiful things in the world, but were you brave enough to risk everything for him? pushing theses thoughts out of your head momentarily, you concentrated yourself on your work again, dreading more and more the moment when you would have the misfortune of being alone with the boyz's youngest member.

eric had no energy for nothing, and despite the professionalism he demonstrated during his work, everyone could see he was concerned about something other than the photoshoot. on several occasions, the members took turns for staying with him, not wanting to leave him alone a single second. but eric seemed to be paying no attention to anything, staring at the ground with an empty expression.

inside his strong body, eric's heart ached. his eyes stung horrifibly, salty pearls threatening to run along his reddened cheeks, he questioned himself : could love make you feel bad too? he was still trying to learn what those feelings meant, trying to understand all these emotions that were consuming him little by little. but his biggest question was, what does it feel like to be loved in return by the person you love? did you get butterflies in your stomach and palpitations in your heart, like it was written in the books? do you feel fulfilled and happy? do you feel like you can touch the stars? do you feel like you can feel the heat of the sun inside you, even on rainy days?

the definition of love for eric was still very confused, but he assumed he had already touched it with the tips of his fingers near you. he could remember the warmth in his body every time he saw your smile, he could remember those moments lost in his thoughts he had when he listened to you talk about everything and nothing, he could remember the chills down his spine when your hand brushed his, he could remember his pounding heart when you were near him, he could remember the raging thoughts and those famous butterflies in his belly he had when your lips met his.

the image of you under the purple neon lights of his room, sitting far too close to him, your delicate and soft hand hanging on his, your eyes filled with stars, and the minty taste of your rosy lips, will forever remain engraved in his head. how could he forget that evening that slowly made him realize that he wanted you to be his? that he wanted to wake up in the morning with you by his side, to be able to kiss you whenever he wanted, and to look at you with the most loving eyes ever? how could he forget the incomparable effect you have on him? he absolutely could not. and it was at this precise moment, through his teary glassy eyes, that eric raised his head to come face to face with your shifty eyes.

he felt like his heart was tearing in two pieces, as if his legs were heavy and he lacked air to breathe properly. but he tried to cover it all up, even if he wanted to run very far from here, even if he wanted to cry to bring out all the pain he felt, he stayed upright and concentrated on his work, trying his best to ignore the fact that you were smiling at others, but not at him.

when eric stood in the middle of the set up, you were looking at him from a distance, hidden behind your form holder. he was radiant, serious, awesome and breathtakingly hot. he could have anyone at his feet, everyone could melt in front of his smile and his provocative gaze. no word better than perfect could qualify him. suddenly thinking back to the softness of his lips and his tender eyes on your face, you felt your cheeks flushed, your hands getting sweaty and your heart racing in your chest. how could he have the power to make you like this just by breathing? you were totally under his love spell.

but despite his bright smile and opaline skin, eric's eyes seemed empty of all emotions : which did not please you, especially since you knew very well that this blank stare was your fault. sighing as you put your tablet on the table next to you, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and a quiet breath brushed your cheek. you didn't have to turn around to know it was sunwoo, especially when he whispered close to your ear : « go get him, don't risk having him stolen by someone else. »

thinking about sunwoo's words that ricocheted in your head, you waited patiently for eric's turn to end. you end up concluding that you should act, because in the end, you didn't want to lose him. you didn't want to lose what he made you feel, although your feelings were still confused. eric awakened in you unknown emotions that you wanted to explore with him, and only him.

directing you beforehand in the rest room in which he was going to go, you patiently waited for the boy of your dreams to come, standing against the wall next to the door. lost very far in your thoughts, you stared at your feet, thinking of what you could say to him to excuse your behavior. obviously you didn't expect him to forgive you right away, it would be his right to take time to think about this whole situation, and you will accept a possible rejection. but you absolutely wanted those empty eyes to regain their former shine, and may that forced smile be filled with sincerity again.

a shiver ran through your spine when you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in, forcing you to raise your head to finally face eric's back, who had just entered the room, instantly getting rid of his jacket. hesitating a few seconds, you end up moving, pushing the door open with your fingertips, locking it so as not to be disturbed. the sound of the lock made eric react, who spun around to face you, raising an eyebrow with a questioning look. you let yourself fall against the door, not daring to look up at him, playing with the edge of your t-shirt due to your nascent nervousness.

but two big hands slipped over yours, fingers intertwining with yours to prevent any of your movement, and a smile painted your lips feeling the soft warmth of them against your skin. you finally looked up, resting your eyes on eric's face, who seemed hesitant in each of his actions. you felt your heart tighten in your chest : he had never been hesitant with you. « stop ignoring me. » — his cracked voice tearing you off yet another smile, shaking your head positively. you let go of one of his hands to tenderly caress his warm cheek, straightening up to bring your body a little closer to his. « stop being sad. », you say with a small voice. he nodded softly, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his arms, hugging you like tomorrow didn't exist. hanging your arms around his neck, he nestled his head in the crook of yours, and you started to think that his body heat was the sweetest heat you've ever known. with eric, you had the impression of being in a warm cocoon of love, as if you were at home.

eric was like your home in the end : you knew you could confide to him on anything and everything, and that he would never judge you. you knew you could cry next to him and he would always dry your tears away. you knew if everything seemed black and empty to you, he would always be there to cheer you up and make you smile. you knew that if you fell to the bottom of a well, he would be the first to jump in to come and save you. eric was perfect, but he was mostly perfect for you.

gently stroking the back of his head, mingling your fingers with the perfectly groomed strands of his hair, you whispered close to his ear : « i missed you eric, i missed every part of you. your smile, your eyes, your hands, your lips, your voice.. everything. time goes slowly when i'm away from you, my life is gloomy. i realized that i needed you.. » — you gently pull away from his neck, placing your face in front of his, brushing the tip of his nose with yours. your eyes juggled between his chocolate orbs and his rosy lips, nervously biting your bottom lip, as he pushed your body against the wall, blocking you between it and his own body. sliding your hand against eric's cheek, your index finger gently invited itself to his lips, innocently tracing the curve of his mouth. « i need the warmth of your arms, your big hand in mine, your sweet and comforting words, your loving and tender eyes. i need your kisses, i need your tender kisses after an exhausting day, i need your feverish kisses under the sheets of your bed, i need your passionate kisses when you tell me you love me.. so if your proposal is still relevant.. » — your sparkling doe eyes found his again, your hearts beating way too fast in your chests.

eric felt his legs shake : the moment he had been waiting for weeks now was finally happening. the girl who kept messing up with his heart, finally opened to him. « yes, i want you to be my boyfriend, youngjae. » — your honeyed voice made him fall under your spell, his heart threatening to escape from his chest at this exact moment. and he felt them again, those tingling in his fingertips, these butterflies in the belly, this heat in his backyard, everything was there thanks to you. he didn't wait any longer to lean towards you, tenderly placing his lips against yours, kissing you more confidently than the last time.

you had the impression of melting under his kisses, bewitched by the emerging emotion in the pit of your belly. everything was like in the books : the new feelings that rallied to love were present. eric didn't seem to be able to let go of you, his fingers clinging to your hips and his lips becoming intoxicated with yours. he finally discovered what love was with a big L was. he was happy, fulfilled, everything was perfect and nothing could have disturbed his happiness, except the suddenly incessant banging on the door. on the other side, the screams of some boys were heard, forcing you to part away your mouths from each other. staring in one another eyes for a long time, your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed and eric's hair slightly disheveled, a satisfied smile painted your faces.

« i love you, y/n. please, help me find out what love is. »

« i love you, eric. let's discover love and all its benefits together. »

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jjyusmile · 3 years

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full moon | eric sohn

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ meltingjukyu’s spooky season ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairing: shifter!eric x {gender neutral} reader!

words: 2.7k

notes: this was requested by @dinosvvrs ♥ as the final instalment of my spooky season prompt list!

notes: i need to stop myself from falling in love with this boy ,,, fluffy and energetic, just like our maknae!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

you checked your phone and nothing had changed. the swirls of paint that had been brushed against your canvas were beginning to dry under the harsh light of the art room. getting impatient, you took one of your favourite strawberry jellies from your pocket and popped it into your mouth; the obnoxious ticking that came from the clock by the door drew you to count the seconds that went past: 11:48pm.

his baseball practice was going on longer than usual.

when your best friend was practicing baseball, late-night hideaways in your safe space weren’t uncommon, especially coming up to exam season. you found yourself drawn out of the library and into the art room when times got too stressful for you to handle; your frustration made for colourfully beautiful strokes on a page.

as you wandered down the corridor with your rucksack slung over your shoulder, you hummed along to the music playing through your headphones. the opaque white hue that lit the corridors was almost blinding that the moment you stepped out of the building, a wave of relaxation hit you -- as did the droplets of rain that fell from the sky. checking your phone again, you huffed and tucked it back into your pocket. the walk from the arts building to your apartment wasn’t too long because you walked across the baseball field, something your best friend taught you in your first year, cutting off around five minutes of your journey. flooded with lights, the path along the field led close to the fan stands that lined the diamond; mixed in with the dampening air, the smell of fresh paint overwhelmed your senses as you noticed the outline of white around the playing field. the overwhelming sense of pride filled you as you wandered along the path, catching a look at home base through the rain that threatened to fall quicker. the moment triggered a memory of the way your best friend slid in with three seconds to go -- he won the season that day.

the sound of clattering brought you out of your daze as you stopped in your tracks. taking out one headphone, your eyes flickered around every part of the field to assess your surroundings -- I definitely I heard something?

stepping your foot closer in the direction of the noise you heard, another loud crash sounded in the same direction. a shadow of an animal on all fours darted out from behind the seating stand at the speed of light and into the trees that lurked around the back of the field.

you sped up slightly to see what had happened -- most likely a stray dog has gotten into the rubbish they kept behind the stands. poor thing, you thought.

the area behind the stands of seats was hidden away from the outfield lights as the bins were cast away in the shadows. as you approached, you noticed the subtle glimmer of moonlight as droplets fell from the sky and into the puddles that formed on the ground.

a low rumbling sounded from the direction you were headed in that caused you to stop in your tracks once more. perhaps the animal left behind its family?

sneaking up to the edge of the wall, you peered around the back of the stand, careful not to startle any animal that was left behind. was it a deer? a raccoon? you attempted to quieten your breathing as your heart quickened its pace in your chest.

a shadow, flickering slightly, told you there was something back there, and your mind screamed at you to turn back… what would eric do in this situation? … where even was eric…

the moment your mind wandered to your best friend, the shadows head flicked in your direction, two piercing eyes broke the darkness with a yellow glow. in a flash, you slapped your hand across your mouth to stop any unnecessary noise from attracting the creature. your back hit the wall as you squeezed your eyes shut. the vivid memory of piercing yellow eyes floated in your mind -- that creature wasn’t on all fours… was it a human?

you heard a quiet rustling once more and focused your attention to your hearing, eyes squeezed shut in the hopes that you wouldn’t get caught. your chest heaved up and down in a panic -- if you moved now, it might hear you. moments had passed and the rustling sound had ceased; it had become eerily quiet but you were too afraid to open your eyes just yet.

droplets of rain that once ran down your face had stopped too and warmth ran over your body. opening your eyes, you were met with bright blue ones only inches from your own; they held their training jacket over your head to block you from the rain.

eric.

“what are you doing out here? do you know what time it is?” he scolded -- the furrow in his brow ever prominent. that was much like your best friend, a day wouldn’t go by without him worrying about you constantly.

“I- ... be quiet,” you rushed, more afraid that the creature might come to get eric more than yourself.

“what are you talking about? come on, let’s get you home…” he started.

you pulled your hand away as he went to grab your wrist in an attempt to pull you toward your apartment. “stop. listen to me, please. you need to be quiet, eric. please.”

the shadow lurked in your mind for a moment and a chill ran down your spine despite the odd warmth that radiated from eric. his eyes flicked between your own in concern as he scanned over your face. as he pulled away to see what you were talking about, you grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, pulling his chest closer to you so you had his attention.

“I think there’s something over there by the rubbish…” you began, a wave of worry washing over you once more as you voiced your concern about what you saw moments ago.

at that moment, something you thought was a figment of your imagination became reality. it only took a second for you to look into your best friend’s eyes and notice a flicker of the yellow hue that haunted your mind…

as you began to pull away, his palm, warmer than before, held onto your wrist. his irises, now fading back to blue, were prominent in the moonlight. his gaze was warm, nothing like how it was moments before in the shadows.

“it was you…” you began, realisation washing over you like the shower coming from the sky.

he looked up for a moment. the dusty light of the midnight moon washed over his face in beautiful streams, his sharp features accentuated in the subtle shadows. he was still dressed in his baseball training kit as small beads of sweat stuck to his temples and tufts of his slightly damp blonde hair fell into his eyes.

he inhaled slowly and turned his gaze away from his maker to flicker between your own -- would you hate him if you knew?

bravely, he grabbed your hands from their steel grip in his shirt and held them against his chest. this is what he did when you were thinking irrationally -- but this time he knew, you had every right to think irrationally.

you took in a breath for what felt like the first time in minutes and relaxed your shoulders.

“you have some explaining to do.”

that was how you both ended up sitting on the top step of the stands under the cover, hidden from the moon and raindrops.

eric had draped his jacket over your shoulders in an attempt to warm you up as you found it difficult to be too close to him at this time.

you tapped your fingers against the denim on your knees in anticipation. you had so many questions whirling around your mind and didn’t know what to ask next.

“so, the blue contacts?”

he turned his head to the left to gaze at you with curiosity. he was expecting the usual questions about his other half but you were more curious about the little things.

“the blue contacts hide the yellow that overpowers my irises in the change. I can control it really well most of the time but sometimes a minor mishap can make them glow. most of the time, they turn from blue to a subtle green… the blue from the contacts mixes with my true eyes to make green… science.”

you huffed. smart ass.

“so what about just now? you’re wearing the contacts and I could still see the yellow shining through them…” you played with the fray of string that hung from the hole you had made in your jeans -- a habit you had when in a difficult situation.

“on full moons, it’s difficult to hide my true self. the strength is too powerful for something like a contact lens to hide.” a subtle smirk played on his lips and your chest felt more at ease -- this was the eric you knew.

suddenly, he was no longer eric sohn, star pitcher and college heartthrob… he became the best part about him… eric sohn, your best friend and all-round charmer. his smile could ease any anxiety that arose in any situation.

a sudden shiver stormed through your body and the visible action caused eric to move closer to you. you hadn’t noticed the warmth that radiated from his body before.

“the animal that ran away before… were they also a shifter?” you quizzed, turning your head to gaze out at the field ahead.

“that was my cousin. she’s is still going through transition -- it takes around three months... so three full moons after you turn eighteen for a shifter to complete their transition. I was trying to help her gain control over it, but she began to lash out and I think she was afraid she’d hurt me as I was still in this wonderful form you know and love.” he nudged your shoulder affectionately to lighten the mood. “so she ran away… I texted her to let me know how she gets on. but she’s got this, we all did it.”

you nodded your head, unable to say much as you processed the information. many questions were at the tip of your tongue waiting for eric’s answer. he squeezed your shoulder supportively.

“and how did you know it was me?” you pondered after a while, something you had thought about the moment your eyes opened and melted into his own.

he took his hand from around your shoulder and began to rummage in the pocket of his coat. within seconds, he pulled out the small blue packaging you had placed in there when you first sat down on the steps.

a look of confusion washed over your face and eric’s eyes crinkled as a grin formed on his face.

“strawberry jellies. your number one favourite snack… and the smell that lingers on you the most.”

he had the sudden urge to smooth out the furrow that made its way onto your brow more prominently. he lifted the hand unoccupied by the best snack in the world and grazed his thumb between your eyebrows, almost absentmindedly, as he began to explain.

“as shifters, we have heightened senses. especially wolves like me. it’s not what you’re thinking -- we aren’t like those wolves in twilight or anything, we just have an excellent sense of smell and recognise where the scent comes from quicker than your average human.”

his hand had made its way along your collarbone, distracted. eric wasn’t afraid to show his affection to you anymore; he didn’t have anything more to hide from you. it was no secret that he had loved you since you were kids -- the mere fact that he was a shifter inhibiting him from ever pursuing anything. but that hindrance vanished the moment you opened your eyes back there.

he dragged his hand down your back and reached to grab your hand; it still shook slightly but as his fingers intertwined with your own, your shaking hand stopped.

the silence wasn’t deafening. he knew you were trying to process everything he had just told you. yet, your mind, whirling a mile an hour, was conflicted between processing the information and registering the touching moments eric has shared with you in the last few minutes. an overwhelming love for him washed over you the moment you realised he was still eric -- perhaps it was a love that was always there, it just needed a nudge to rise to the surface.

“thank you,” he snapped you out of your trace, his gaze locked and memorising all of your features. “thank you for understanding all of this… I know it’s a lot.”

you went to open your mouth but he interrupted you --

“and I’m sorry.” he looked down at your intertwined fingers for a moment, wondering how to phrase his next sentence. “I should have told you a long time ago but I was just scared that you’d look at me like I had grown two heads every time you saw me.”

your fingers squeezed his in an attempt to make him look back up at you. and when he did, any words you were about to say got stuck in your throat. he looked so vulnerable, almost puppy-like… but you’d never tell him that because he’d claim you were being stereotypical in a snarky but charming way.

you shook the thought from your mind as you looked down at your hands too, a small smile graced your lips.

“thank you for trusting me.”

a smile reached his lips to match your own. the temperature of his body automatically warming as if his temperature depended on his mood -- maybe it did, and you had all the time in the world to find out.

as your thoughts ran absentmindedly, you were drawn out of it by eric’s next move.

he brought your intertwined fingers up to his face as he rested his chin against the back of your hand. his eyes fixed on your own in a loving gaze; they locked longer than usual. any apprehension that clouded eric’s mind washed away the moment a smile beamed against your lips just for him. he drew his chin away from your hand and replaced it with a brush of his lips, causing goosebumps to trail up your forearm.

but in typical eric fashion, the whisper of a kiss turned into his teeth jokingly grazing around your wrist. you pulled away with a high pitch squeal, his jacket dropping from your shoulders in your attempt to get away.

startled by your amused reaction, he reached down to grab the fallen piece of clothing and darted up onto his feet in an attempt to catch you.

“hey! I wasn’t really going to bite you.” it took at least a lap around the field for you to grow tired, hair drenched by the sudden opening of the heavens. your giggle echoed across the diamond as eric chased you, a foot in toe the whole time as he jokingly failed to catch you.

as you came to a halt, eric’s beaming smile swept your attention from any game you were playing. he strode toward you with childlike glee and pulled you into his side as he wandered toward your apartment and out of the field.

as you passed through the gate, his hands held your shoulders from behind; the small gap in the entranceway attempting to make him lose contact… not on his watch.

“did you really think I was going to bite you?” amusement laced his voice as he smirked in your direction.

“uhh- no…” your voice cracked a little as the 0.08% of you that really believed he was going to bite you seeped through.

he chuckled loudly, throwing his head back as his arm reached around your shoulders once more. as his laughter died down, he leant in to whisper to you -- the proximity of his lips grazing your ear sending shivers along your back.

“I promise, I wasn’t going to bite you… yet.”

and with that, he darted away from you and his laughter echoed through the air as you chased him the whole way home.

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zerot0all · 5 years

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~𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕆𝕐ℤ~

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

ᴠᴇɴᴜs ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ- In the Mafia, when you throw the highest bid.. you get the hardest fall. In the world of money and crime, you are a pawn.

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ: Mature; violence, mentions of gambling addiction, smut and angst.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ |

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

[sᴀɴɢʏᴇᴏɴ] Suit & Tie | Butterfly Kisses |

[ʏᴏᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ] Gentle | Listen | Imagine | Insatiable |

[ʜʏᴜɴᴊᴀᴇ] The Man | Knock Knock | My Side | Smooches |

[ᴇʀɪᴄ] Friend zone | Tough | My Only One | Privacy |

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

ᴍᴛʟ: ᴘᴇɢɢɪɴɢ | ᴀɴᴀʟ |

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~MAIN MASTERLIST~

Updated: October 16, 2019

(I will be working on single masterlists for the groups we have a lot of content on. The rest will most likely be on the main masterlist, after finishing a few more like these. Thank you.)

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hartears · 4 years

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Camping: Lee Hyunjae imagine

Genre: fluff, one shot, drama

Summary: When your friend selfishly decides to share the car with her boyfriend to camp in whilst you’re forced to share the tent with Hyunjae.

In text quote: “What happened to us? Why did we end up like this?”

From the very moment your friend had suggested to spend the summer holidays to go camping, you were immediately against it. Mosquitoes lurking around the campsite, crickets chirping throughout the night (with only the thin canvas to pointlessly block the noise), dirt, lack of proper meals and the crumpled sleeping bags supposedly used to make up for your comfortable bed at home, you just didn’t get the hype about camping.

How was this considered leisure? Had not for the fact that your friend had guilt tripped you about her strict parents not allowing her and her boyfriend, Younghoon to spend time with each other, camping was the only choice to change that. Her parents trusted you and if you said “it’s only a girls fun activity,” they’d believe you. Of course by attending such recreation, you had rules of your own;

Girls and boys are seperated when sleeping

You get to shower first for the entire trip

Only people you liked/knew are allowed to attend

You don’t have to drive (you didn’t quite trust yourself behind the wheel)

Once your friend had promised you the conditions were to be met, the first thing to go wrong was meeting Hyunjae sitting in the front seat of the car when Younghoon came to pick everyone up for the trip. To clarify, Hyunjae and you were childhood best friends until highschool was approaching and he decided that humiliating you in front of your crush was hilarious.

“Um why is she coming?” Hyunjae asked, irritation evident in his voice.

Before Younghoon could respond, you shot back a reply, “I should be asking why you’re here, nobody wants a bully around.”

Hyunjae retaliates by clicking his tongue and returns death glares through the wing mirror, “As if a snob is any better, you’re so full of it.” The thought of running Hyunjae over with Younghoon’s rangerover seemed only appropriate after his comment.

“And you’re so full of bullshit!-“

“Guys!” Younghoon yelled which managed to keep both of yous silent for the time being. “If I had known you guys had bad blood then i wouldn’t have let this happen but please don’t ruin the trip. It’s my only chance I get to spend with the one I love. Can’t you guys pretend to get along?”

You and Hyunjae exchange eye contact briefly (acknowledging Younghoon’s wishes) before letting out exasperated sighs. “Fine, as long as y/n doesn’t talk to me.” Hyunjae says and you irritably add,

“As long as Hyunjae stays away from me.”

Finally arriving to the campsite, first things first was everybody helping to set up camp and then exploring the bewilderness. Younghoon had thought it’d be a great idea to hike as a group and knowing your friend, she happily agreed without a second thought. The couple walked on ahead, leaving you and Hyunjae awkwardly following behind. He didn’t once turn to look at you, his eyes followed the backs of the couple whilst cautiously maintaining balance and avoiding any rocks or slippery paths. However, you couldn’t keep your eyes off your feet. You were getting paranoid, your pace was slowing down and the road just seemed to get bumpier and steeper, this was not in your book of fun.

You were beginning to lose sight of everyone, another factor to add to your paranoia. You hastened your steps to prevent being lost and didn’t notice the small landmark peircing just above the surface of the sandy trail until you unevenly step on it and lose your balance. “Watch out!” Hyunjae calls out, and throws himself towards you, his outstretched arms wrap around your shoulders and you both come tumbling down the terrain until reaching flat ground.

“Are you guys okay?!” Your friend calls out, carefully making her way down. To answer her question, you didn’t feel all that terrible. You were held tight in Hyunjae’s embrace, his chin resting on your head and his legs entagled with yours. You realize he took all the damage. “Oh no, Hyunjae? How are you-“

He grunts tiresomely and slowly releases his hold on you. Suddenly you feel a bit cold. “I’m fine, luckily you didn’t climb that high, I guess there are benefits of being a slowpoke.” His right cheek was scraped along with his knees, left elbow and shoulders. You couldn’t understand why he was joking after all that’s happened and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for injuring him. Immediately running to the first aid kit you brought in your duffel bag, you made your way towards Hyunjae only for Younghoon to end up taking the box from your hands and tend to his wounds. A sense of disappointment washed over you when you weren’t able to apply the ointment and bandages on Hyunjae. You must’ve hit your head at one point during the fall because there’s no way you care for him at all.

After dinner and some rest, you were furious that your friend was trying to back out of her promise and ‘watch the night sky’ with Younghoon. The couple didn’t think twice about ditching you with Hyunjae and you knew they weren’t going to leave the car anytime soon. The only option seemed to be sharing the tent with Hyunjae and the very thought of that makes you want to scream. As you approach the large pyramid shaped pavilion, you see Hyunjae lying on his side after finishing preparing your sleeping bag and your side of the tent. He had his eyes closed with his face sticking out from the padded zip up sleeping bag. It was at least 2 am in the morning now, tucking yourself in an hour ago didn’t have seemed to work and despite you and Hyunjae unofficially defining the line between who’s side of the tent is who’s, Hyunjae kept tossing and turning in his sleep, somehow managing to constantly bump into you and leaving you with the choice to push him back.

“Why do you hate me?” he mumbled almost incoherently. You turned to see whether he was awake or not but his eyes remained shut and his chest slowly heaving little breaths indicating his unconscious state.

“As if you don’t know.” You replied back unwittingly and his eyes flash open in an instant. So he was awake you thought. The atmosphere between the the two of you suddenly became intense, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, you could see the wrinkles crinkling on his forehead and he kept his eyes on you.

“What happened to us? Why did we end up like this?” He says firmly slowly inching towards you.

“Don’t play dumb.” You answered with hostile whilst also considering the fact that Hyunjae and you haven’t started blatantly insulting each other yet. “Why are you even bringing this up? It was a long time ago.”

“Well it doesn’t feel like a long time to me.” He replies calmly which inadvertently mollifies you.

“You told my crush that I liked him and joked that I would’ve been a terrible girlfriend. Ever since I confronted you about it, we’ve been at each other’s throats every time we see each other.” You explained and he exhales wearily. “You were supposed to be my best friend, why’d you do that to me?”

“Well I- I did that...umm because..” He was beginning to fluster which confuses you as his reaction didn’t portray his typical arrogant behaviour.

“I liked you then. M-more than a um, more than a friend.” You let him continue by remaining quiet, “I was immature then and when you told me you had feelings for some other guy, I lashed out and handled the situation the wrong way. I’m sorry I put you through that, I should’ve been honest but i didn’t want to lose you. In the end I lost you anyways.” He held a remorseful expression, one filled with regret and bitterness. He bit his lower lip suddenly nervous as to how you’d react to his confession, and you noticed his face kept contact with the ground to avoid your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” His words just seemed so sudden, unexpected and completely out of character. It was hard to believe and process in your head. He ‘liked liked’ you when you were friends and you were clueless of it this whole time.

“I know what i’ve done is inexcusable but I just wanted to tell you now that I have the chance. It’s been slowly eating away at me and at first I thought I could ignore anything I felt about you by pretending to hate you but it just doesn’t go away. My feelings haven’t changed, I’m always still thinking about what we could’ve been and now I’m finally doing something about it. I realize it’s not too late to fix things. To fix us.” He seemed hopeful once he managed to take everything off his chest but a quick glance at your befuddled expression, his eyes darken. “Although you still hate me, right?”

Hyunjae renders you speechless once again, which leads to you blurting everything that comes to mind.

“I-I could never really hate you deep down, I miss when we were friends, you made me wonder why you’ve changed so much but in reality I guess you haven’t.” He was still the somewhat considerate and loving person he was before. You know he was holding up a facade around you and you know after all this time he still cares about you. You don’t roll off a hiking trail for anyone you thought but despite the events of today, within those years of hatred and finally receiving an answer for all that irrationality between the two of yous, it wasn’t as simple to go back to the way things were before. “I forgive you for everything but I think we’ll need time to mend our relationship. Friends?”

He smiles and unzips his sleeping bag, jumping out of the quilt and hugs you tight. Heat begins to rush to your cheeks as he snuggles his face within the nape of your neck, his breaths hitting your skin. “I’ll show you just how much you mean to me. I’ve missed you.”

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haknyeomz · 4 years

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Bet

a KyuRic Social Media au one-shot

• whereas Dance Major Student! Changmin falls for the school’s Rap Major Student! Eric who is a playboy. Thinking that Eric really loved him, but did he really? Will it be a happy ending or not?

read the one-shot to know their story.

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chapter 1

chapter 2

#social media au #kpop social au #tbz social media au #the boyz changmin #the boyz #the boyz eric #one shot

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myaheartsmarkie · 2 years

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addicted — chapter one

“you’re mine—all mine. nobody fucking else’s, you hear me?”

word count: 12.7k

genre: eventual smut, long ass plot, slowburn!, college/university au!, friends w benefits!, crude/crack humor!, student athletes! jeno + yn, baseball captain! jeno, volleyball player! yn, possesive! jeno.

synopsis: he had completely convinced his self that you were no more than a quick fuck. someone he called at 3am when he was hard, a booty call…nothing more. all that went out the window when he sees you out with another man.

playlist: deja vu by twenty88 (literally my main inspo for this chapter,,,chef's kiss!!) trust issues by drake, let me love you by ariana grande (ft. lil wayne), too much by loco (ft. dean), that's why i love you by sir (ft. sabrina claudio), think by reddy (ft. jay park), let me explain by bryson tiller, no love by summer walker (ft. sza), beware by big sean (ft. jhene aiko), can't get over you by joji. ( y'all...some of these songs i gate keep from my irl friends,,,do cherish my babies > < )

warning(s): 18+ only please!! heavy dialogue, possible errors bcs im not revising this shit, so. much. sexual. tension. jaehyun, sungchan, kevin, and eric (tbz) supporting roles!!, jae tries to keep yn out of trouble, kev encourages her to do stupid shit, some alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, mild smut, public sex (jeno gives yn head in the locker room), mentions of alcohol, (lowk) toxic! jeno, slight size kink! (jeno is built af yall,,,whew!) ,,,lmk if i missed anything!

note from mya: hey guys,,,the wait is over!! she's here, slay <3 . if u didn't notice above, this is in fact a part one, a lot of people were on my ass about my other two one shots (mark + yuta fic) so i was like lemme split the next one up and give y'all a proper ending lolz. so this series isn't gonna be long at all — maybe like 2 or 3 chapters. like stated above !! minors !! do !! not !! interact !! please please please! if ur not a minor, thank you & enjoy. once again, everyone in the story is 21+ (idols are their real ages). heavy on this part, jeno is a bit toxic in this story, and it is not my intention to sexual this toxic behavior at all! as always, this is a work of fiction, i do not view him like this in real life. this is fake! likes, feedback, and reblogs are very very very much appreciated <3 . lmk if you guys wanna be added to my taglist here, enjoy !

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“but it’s so cute!!” you exclaimed.

jaehyun rolls his eyes, taking the cat from your arms. you pout but allow him to take the kitten away from your grasp. he places the small kitty back into the playpen as he shoots the older lady a small smile.

“you’re not gonna get him?” she asks, looking between the both of you.

jaehyun shakes his head no, grabbing your hand and dragging you away.

“you know we can’t keep a pet yn” jaehyun tells you and you sigh in response.

pulling your hand from his hold to fold them over your chest. you know he’s right, but it didn’t stop you from wanting one. you’re a student athlete, between homework, practice, games, and work you have no time to take care of a pet. with a huff, you reluctantly follow the taller boy into your shared apartment.

“i still wanted him though, he was so cute” you whine, throwing yourself face first onto the couch.

kevin eyed your position, looking at jaehyun for an answer.

“some lady is giving away her cat’s litter downstairs–she wants one” he informs his friend.

kevin nods in understanding, scooting closer to where you’re laid. he brings a hand up to your head, petting it lightly. you look up with an annoyed expression but it changes when you realize it’s kevin and not jaehyun. you flip over so your head lays on his lap, earning a small laugh from him. jaehyun is leaning against the wall, watching the both of you.

“jaehyun’s a traitor” you told kevin, pointing your index finger towards the brown haired boy.

jaehyun simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

“is he?” kevin asks, running a hand through your hair.

“mhm, we should kick him out” you suggest, crossing your arms.

jaehyun feigns shock, exaggeratedly gasping as he pushes himself off of the wall to go grab a drink from the fridge.

“if you kick me out, who’s gonna cook?” he snickers.

kevin covers his mouth as a snort escapes. you glare at him.

“fuck you, i don’t need you to cook for me” you huff angrily.

you know you’re lying, you can’t even make toast correctly. your pride was more important though!! plus, jae had already been right about the whole pet situation. he doesn’t need another ego boost.

“oh okay, so you can cook food all on your own now?” jae asks, taking a swig of his water.

you let your pride answer.

“yup, i don’t need you” you tell him, standing up to walk to your room.

jaehyun simply nods in response.

“don’t come begging me to make you something when you're hungry” he shouts just before you close your door.

you throw yourself onto your bed. way to go yn, you can’t admit your cooking is horrible now you’re gonna starve for life. you sigh into your pillows.

—

jaehyun and kevin are sat at the kitchen table when you wake up the next morning. kevin spots you first, sending a smile your way.

“how’d you sleep?” he asks, patting the seat next to his own.

you inch towards him but you’re looking at jaehyun. he’s being…weird. you sat down next to the taller boy, picking up his cup of orange juice. welcoming yourself to a few sips of his drink before you sit it back down.

“i slept well, what about you?” he nods, ruffling your already messy hair.

“do you work today?” he asks, taking a bite of the pancake on his plate.

you nod in response. peeking from around him to eye jaehyun. he has to know what you’re thinking right now. as if on cue he looks up at you, and you scowl. he laughs in response.

“you hungry?” he asks, tauntingly waving a piece of his food.

your scowl deepens at his actions. crossing your arms over your chest you turn away from him.

“come on, just say you need me and i’ll make you whatever you want” he tells you.

your interest is now piqued. you slowly turn back to the brown headed boy, eyeing him suspiciously.

“what’s the catch?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“no catch, just say you need me” he answers, and you look up at kevin.

he shrugs his shoulders.

“fine, i need you” you mumble, looking down at your lap.

“sorry, what was that? i couldn’t hear you” jae says, standing from his seat.

you grumble.

“i said i need you,” you repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.

“good girl” he teases, pinching your cheek.

you push him away with an annoyed huff, he simply laughs.

“you want french toast?” he asks and you nod happily.

you watch excitedly as he cooks your breakfast, all the past annoyance leaving your system. you eye him intently as he whisks the eggs in the clear bowl and seasons it with cinnamon and vanilla extract. he dunks the piece of bread in the egg batter, coating both sides before he sits it in the frying pan. your head rests on the palms of your open hands, elbows atop the counter next to the stove. jaehyun looks over at you, poking your cheek. usually you’d do something about it but right now you’re too overjoyed to mind.

“cheesy ass grin” he says, laughing at your expression.

“what, french toast is good” you say, moving closer to watch him flip it over.

jaehyun doesn’t respond, he simply nudges you with his body.

“hey yn,” kevin calls, you turn around to face him.

“didn’t you used to fuck with jeno?” he asks, and you tilt your head in response.

“jeno? like, lee jeno?” you ask to make sure you heard correctly.

kevin nods in response, waving you over with his hand. you walk over to where he’s sat, sliding into the empty seat next to him. he turns the phone over to you and you look at the screen. you see jeno, he looks the same for the most part. he changed his hair color and you think he might be slightly bigger in the bicep area as well.

he’s sporting a sleeveless white shirt, a red cup in his left hand. your eyes trail to the other figure in the picture, it’s a girl. she’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. a familiar one at that..

your eyebrows crinkle as you look harder at the dress. where’ve you seen this dress before? your eyes move upwards towards the face of the girl jeno is holding and your eyes practically pop out of the sockets.

“i-is that jieun?!” you gape, looking at kevin for assurance.

“i think so..” he says slowly, locking the screen.

your mouth stays open as realization sinks in. you sit back in your chair. that dress was the one she borrowed from you last week. that’s why it looked so damn familiar.

“when was that posted?” you ask kevin.

“last weekend, his frat had a party,” he answers.

you nod curtly. you can’t believe this. she asked you for the dress and told you it was for a “special occasion”.

you assumed it was for a boy but you didn’t think it’d be to impress the boy you used to sleep with! you let out a groan, hands covering your face. you were exclusive friends with benefits with jeno for over half a year. half a year of you rambling to jieun about it over the phone. talking about everything, about how good this man was in bed, how attractive he was and even how you thought you were in too deep. she was the one you confided in and trusted with those secrets, and here she was hugging the man you were once ass over boobs for.

what. the. fuck.

“yn? you okay?” jaehyun asks, sitting your french toast in front of you.

yeah. you’re definitely ok. yup! absolutely fine!

no you’re not okay, what the fuck!

you just found out your now ex-best friend/emotional support partner was (possibly but you’re pretty sure) sleeping with lee jeno!! the man she knows you were in love with. and to put the cherry on top, you were the one who gave her that dress because (and you can quote!!) whoever she was trying to impress, wouldn’t be able to resist her in it.

you were about to rip your hair out. you stared blankly at the plate of food in front of you. all hunger dispersed due to the recent events. kevin rubs your back, looking at jaehyun for help. jae shrugs, pulling out a chair at the table.

“we have to let her deal with it–all we can do is be here for her.” he says wisely, looking at you.

you were recalling all the things you did with this girl. she was your best friend. or so you thought…but maybe there was more to it, right? there’s no way she would just stab you in the back, let alone over a boy...right? maybe, just maybe it was a friendly hug…?

oh who were you kidding, that was no friendly hug. something was going on between them and you were determined to find out what it was!

not right now though. right now all you wanted to do was go and cry by yourself in the bathtub. you shake your head and sit up straight, pushing all those thoughts away. you just hoped whatever was going on wasn’t what you thought it was deep down.

—

mental note: unfriend kevin moon.

you were currently sitting in the library with kevin. you both had exams coming up and you thought it’d be good to study together.

two brains are better than one after all, right?

problem being, neither of you were studying. i mean you were doing something, but it wasn’t in correlation with homework at all.

you were both hunched over kevin’s laptop, stalking lee jeno’s social platforms. maybe confiding in kevin wasn’t the brightest idea but you may or may not have been tipsy when you did so.

rambling on about how much you loathed seeing your best friend and ex fwb partner together and of course not leaving out how you were determined to find out what their relationship was. kevin was your ride or die, and he was always up for some tea or drama. so when you, his lovely little introvert that never seemed to be in any drama, was up for something completely out of character…he practically leaped at it.

that’s how you ended up in the situation you’re in now.

you were both dressed in all black, with a dad cap and sunglasses. you looked ridiculous.

“why the fuck are we dressed like this?” you whispered, nudging the taller boy.

kevin hissed, pinching your thigh in response. you frown, rubbing the spot on your leg.

“because, we’re on a mission dummy” he responded, peeking from behind the hand-held menu.

“we could’ve dressed normally, you’re acting like this is some action movie,” you grumble.

kevin ignores your smart remark. he was enjoying this, to him it felt like he was Liam Neeson in Taken. Scouring the city to find the bastard that kidnapped his daughter. In reality, they were (as he says) “closely following” jeno. yes, the two of you were in fact stalking the jock, but kevin says your reasons provide justice for your actions. this is why you need jaehyun. he was the responsible one. he kept the two of you out of trouble.

“how do you even know he’ll be here?” you ask the black haired boy.

“i have my ways,” he states, pushing his glasses down to wink at you.

you roll your eyes, head falling onto the table.

of course kevin was right. low and behold, in walks lee jeno. with a girl of course, what were you thinking? she’s clinging to his arm rather tightly, her skirt barely covering the back of her thighs. he looks good. his hair is blonde, and he’s clad in a gray pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. his muscles are quite evident in the short sleeve shirt.

“you’re gawking” kevin whispers, moving to turn your face.

you glare, attempting to pinch him but he slaps your hand away. he then kicks your ankle and you look at him with a shocked expression.

“12 o’clock, alert! alert!” he whispers, and your head whips forward.

you eye the pair stalking in your direction and you feel like you’re about to throw up. you look at the girl, a small feeling of content settling in your stomach when you realize it isn’t jieun. maybe they didn’t have a thing like you’d hoped.

“what the fuck do we do?!” you ask kevin, covering your mouth so jeno couldn’t read your lips.

“just be normal, don’t panic” he replies, sliding the glasses off his face.

he smiles at the blonde headed boy, extending his hand to dap the boy up. jeno returns the smile, slightly shaking the girl off his arm to pat kevin’s back. you don’t miss her faltering expression as she brings her arms to fold over her chest.

“fancy seeing you here” kevin jokes, and you chuckle under your breath.

you run a hand through your hair, curling a piece behind your ear before you pick up your phone. you had nothing to say to this man, so tuning out the conversation seemed best. you aimlessly scroll through social media as you wait for kevin to finish talking. your cheek is squished by your open palm, elbow resting on the brown table. your eyes drift towards the face that’s now behind your phone.

sigh.

“jeno.” you say, voice monotone.

“princess.” he replies, a small smile crawling up his face.

you roll your eyes at the pet name, sitting up straight. you sit your phone down face first.

“how’ve you been?” he asks, inviting himself to sit down in front of you.

you shrug in response, nodding your head in his direction. silently asking ‘what about you?’. your hand moves to clutch the back of kevin’s shirt, tugging him down to sit next to you. the girl slowly takes the seat next to jeno, scooting the chair closer in his direction.

“same old, parties, sex, paractice–missing you” he shrugs, sitting back in his chair.

the way he’s looking at you, he more than likely didn’t miss the shock that crossed your features shortly. you clear your throat, looking over at kevin briefly. you want to leave so fucking bad, but you hold your composure.

“you’re a dick” you scoff, looking at the girl sitting next to him.

she’s obviously embarrassed and wants to leave. she’s not looking up, her eyes set on the floor. you feel bad for her.

“he’s not worth it, find someone better” you tell the girl, standing up.

kevin follows suite, standing up with you. jeno clicks his tongue, looking at you in amusement. he stands up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. you step back when he steps forward, but his legs are longer than yours. he bends down, now hovering over your ear. you can feel his breath, and it’s making your face hot.

“you know it doesn’t get any better than me, princess” he tells you, and you shiver at the pet name.

he pulls away from your ear, now face to face with you. his only mere centimeters away from you. you look over his features. he’s still so fucking handsome. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him.

your mouth is slightly agape, and you can’t seem to find any words. all you know is you can’t kiss him. so you grab kevin’s hand and you make your way out of the eatery. kevin is stumbling after you, quietly cursing under his breath about creasing his shoes.

“we’re outside now yn, you can stop dragging me” he states and you let him go, sending a sheepish smile his way.

“so…that little moment?” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time today. punching his arm, satisfied when he yelps in pain. you laugh, tossing the keys to him.

“don’t tell jae,” you point a finger at him, looking at him seriously.

he raises his hands, shaking his head.

“cross my heart and hope to die” he says, doing the gestures that go with it.

you chuckle, hopping into the passenger seat.

—

ever since you ran into jeno that day, you’ve literally seen him everywhere.

in class, in the hallways, cafeteria, even at practice!

you just can't seem to get away from him. currently you’re enjoying the comfortable silence in the cafe. you closed your eyes, resting your head on the back of the booth.

“come here often?” he jokes, sliding into the unoccupied seat next to you.

you open your eyes, looking at the owner of the voice with an annoyed expression. he raises his hands, silently apologizing. you just sigh, closing your eyes once more. you were too tired to argue with him right now.

“go away, jeno” you simply state.

you don’t see him but he feigns hurt, clutching his heart dramatically.

“you don’t want me here?” he asks, grabbing your smoothie off the table.

he brings the straw to his lips, sipping on the pink slushy substance.

“no, i don’t” you reply, opening your eyes to look at the man.

your eyebrows furrow when you realize he’s gulping down your drink. you snatch the drink away from him, sitting it back on the table.

“so hostile..” he tells you, grinning.

you roll your eyes, sitting up. you know now that he’s bothering you, he’s not going to let you relax.

“what do you want?” you ask.

“just wanted to talk,” he says, getting comfortable.

you nod, turning your body towards him. the least you could do was converse with the man. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to ask about him and jieun.

“anything in particular?” you ask, resting your head against your hand.

“why’d you ghost me?” he questioned, seriousness evident in his tone.

you weren't surprised. you didn’t have a true answer for him though. you knew why you ghosted him of course, but you couldn’t tell him that…you’d do anything other than admit you fell in love with your sneaky link.

“i don’t know actually…” you lied, looking down at your drink.

“i guess i just got…bored?” you continued, lying right through your teeth.

you miss the shock that crosses his features at your words. bored? of lee jeno? oh you were such a fucking liar. you didn’t care though. you’re okay with hurting his ego instead of admitting you fell in love. when you look back up at him he’s looking at you with a serious expression.

“you got bored of me?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.

you don’t respond, you just slightly nod eyes falling to your lap. jeno laughs lightly, a hand raking through his hair as he sits back. he looks up at the ceiling, his free hand blindly trying to find yours. when he does, he laces his fingers with yours.

“tell me the truth, yn” he tells you, turning his head to face you.

you stare at the blonde boy blankly. you didn’t know what to say.

“i’ve known you since our first year, i know when you’re lying” he states.

you shift in your seat, the wooden chair suddenly becoming uncomfortable. you quickly glance over at jeno, he's already looking at you. you sigh, eyeing your drink. you watch as the collected condensation on the outside of the cup drips down onto the table.

"i admit that i was lying, but i'm not telling you why" you grunt, stubbornness evident.

jeno just rolls his eyes at you, used to your stubborn behavior.

"we were friends for 3 years, and you just up and ghosted me...i deserve some kind sort of closure, don't i?" he asks you, his hand slipping out of yours.

he folds his arms over his chest, his biceps slightly flexing. you slightly pout, feeling bad. you know he's right.

"i wanna know something too, so if i tell you the truth i want the same from you, deal?" you pitch, and he agrees.

jeno sits up, attention all on you. with a soft sigh you cross your legs, looking straight at him.

"don't make fun of me either" you warn the blonde boy and he nods.

"i was starting to develop feelings for you, that's why i blocked you" you say, rather quickly.

you didn't wanna look at him, too scared to see his expression. you can feel his eyes on you, they were practically burning holes into you. the air was suddenly thick, it felt as if you could reach out and grab at the oxygen.

"so it's not because you got bored of my dick?" he asked, leaning down to be face to face with you.

your cheeks are on fire, they felt as if they were melting. jeno stares at you, waiting for a response. you can't form any words though, so you just slightly shake your head no.

"so shy.." he whispers, tilting your head up with his index finger.

his lips were so close to yours, and his fingers were soft against your face.

"s-shut the hell up" you mumble, pushing his hand away.

you rake a hand through your hair, attempting to bring yourself back to reality. jieun, you had to ask about jieun.

get over yourself yn.

"jieun, what's up with you and her?" you ask, looking back at jeno.

jeno ponders on your question for a little.

jieun?

"who is that?" he asks, and astonished is an understatement.

"kim jieun? the girl you posted last week? my best friend?" you attempt to remind the man of the girl.

jeno just looks as if you're speaking french. you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone and pulling up the picture. you snort when you realize he's still blocked. jeno peeks over your shoulder, curious as to what you're doing. you look at him sheepishly, and he cocks an eyebrow at your expression.

"you're still blocked.." you say in between awkward laughs.

jeno rolls his eyes. you reach for his phone instead, turning the device towards his face to unlock it. he watches as you open instagram and tap his most recent post. you look up at him expectantly as he glances over the picture.

"i don't remember her" he tells you and you look at him confused.

"you literally posted this," you tell him and jeno shrugs.

"i remember her face, but that's about it...never asked her name" disgust boils in your stomach at his words.

"so you just...fucked her without knowing anything about her?" you say and jeno shrugs again.

"when you say it like that it makes me sound like a dick" he grimaces, his face contorting to a bit of a disgusted expression.

"it's not like that, i just—i dunno..she probably mentioned her name, just don't remember" he says blankly, as if it were normal.

well for him it was normal, not for you. jeno's mind was drifting towards that night though, there was something that happened he just couldn't put his finger on it.

"well, her name is jieun and she's my best friend" you huff, tossing his phone onto his lap.

jeno slightly pouts at your words. he didn't know that, how the fuck was he supposed to know that?!

best friend?

something clicked in him. memories of that night with her flooding into his head. he remembered seeing her from afar, the red dress she wore was familiar. really familiar.

like, you bent over in the backseat of his car in that red dress type of familiar. he remembered that dress, how could he forget it.

"i remember now, i didn't fuck her" your ears perked up at that.

"i-i was going to, but it was because i thought she was...you" you were confused but intrigued.

your face contorts to surprise at his words. why would he think it was you?

“what do you mean?” he asks, looking at you for an answer.

“the dress, it’s yours right?” he asks, and you nod.

“i let her borrow it that night..” you tell him, fiddling with your fingers.

jeno looks at you, taking in your appearance. he hasn’t seen you in your practice gear in a while, it was still one of his favorites. nothing is better than you dressed in his clothes in his opinion. your volleyball jersey and spandex shorts.

“i miss you,” he says, voice as light as a feather.

he cups your cheek and before you know it his lips are on yours. you gasp. you feel his arms snake around your waist, squeezing lightly. you wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. you haven’t felt him against you in so long.

you grip the hair on the back of his neck as your tongues dance together, sighing when you feel his fingers slip under your jersey. his rings felt good against your hot skin. he dips down to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck.

“j-jeno” you stutter, squeezing his shoulders.

he pulls back to look at your flustered expression.

“bored of me my ass, look at you” he teases, brushing some of your hair away.

“yeah yeah, whatever” you roll your eyes again.

jeno snickers as he goes back to work on your neck. he sucks on your sensitive spots, only moving on to the next spot when he’s satisfied with the color. he stops when he notices the necklace you’re wearing. he furrowed his eyebrows, curling his finger around the piece of gold to pull it out. he audibly gasps when he realizes what necklace it is. the gold pendant staring right back at him, his initial dangling at the bottom. he runs his fingers over it, trailing over the gold letter.

you look at jeno, curious as to why he stopped. your eyes go wide when you realize what he’s looking at. you grab the chain from him, tucking it back into your jersey. you sit up straight, untangling yourself from him.

jeno slyly smiles, scooting closer to you. he slips his hand over the back of your chair, leaning into your side.

“you still wear it?” he chuckles, fingers toying with the fabric of your jersey.

you whine, kicking him from under the table. jeno winces in pain, gripping your leg to halt your movements.

“i just couldn’t bring myself to take it off, shut up,” you say blankly.

“i’m glad” he smiles, pinching your cheek.

you roll your eyes, standing to your feet. jeno does the same, grabbing your long forgotten smoothie and sipping on it. he holds a hand out for you as you grab your phone off the table. you look at his hand and back at him. with a shake of your head you push his hand away, slipping past him.

“just lemme walk you home, god, you’re so hard headed” he grunts, catching up to you.

“i’m fine, Jeno,” you sigh, reaching for the door.

jeno lightly smacks your hand away, pushing the door open for you. he slings an arm over your shoulder, both of you walking in the direction of your apartment. you gave up on shooing him away, he obviously wasn’t taking no for an answer.

you can’t get rid of him, and deep down inside…apart of you is content with that.

—

today was horrible.

you were running late so you didn’t eat before you clocked in, and of fucking course you left your lunch. all the customers were giving you a hard time, and two of your co-workers called off last minute so you’re stuck covering for them. you were so fucking close to putting your two weeks in. you’ve been looking for a new job, but you didn’t mind not having to come to this shitty ass job while you looked.

you rolled your eyes as you thought of what jaehyun would say when he finds out you quit. mumbling small profanities under your breath as you wiped the table rather aggressively.

“no yn, you should’ve stayed. what would your mom say if she found out you quit?!” you said in a deep joking voice, attempting to copy jaehyun’s.

you stood upright once you were done taking your anger out on the poor table. you turned around to go to the kitchen, but was instead faced with a figure. your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the person standing not even a foot away from you. you didn’t know him. you glance over his figure, his outfit was laid back..comfortable. he had a bit of black stuff smudged on his light wash jeans.. your eyes trail up to his worn out white tee. the shirt was ragged–obviously old. he clutched a notebook in his left hand, his other was occupied – stuffed in his jeans pocket. his eyes were a pretty brown, eye bags underneath them.

he looked at you with a crooked grin, as if he was holding back a laugh. you thought it was a bit weird, but you assumed he was laughing at your overworked appearance. your hands flew to your hair, tightening your ponytail and brushing a few stray hairs away. you were suddenly too embarrassed to look up at the cute boy in front of you. looking down at your dirty converse as you try to avoid his gaze.

“a bad day today?” he spoke, referring to your mumbling a few seconds ago.

“uhm, yeah kind of..but did you want to buy something?” you mutter.

“well i’m sorry today was hard, and yes i would—thank you” he beams.

“okay, excuse me” you mumble, hands nervously gripping your black apron.

you heard the man mumble a small ‘sorry’ as he let you pass. you nod your head, quickly taking your place behind the counter. you finally look up properly at the boy and your throat goes dry.

this man was fucking beautiful.

the angle you saw him at just mere seconds ago couldn’t hold a candle to how he looks right now. the evening sun shone through the picture windows of the small cafe, and it illuminated his features. you were getting weak in the knees. he stalked towards the counter, a small smile adorning his face.

“what can i get for you?” you ask, silently celebrating because you didn’t stutter.

“a grande latte, please” he said politely, and you nod.

you punch his order in, grabbing the 10$ bill from him. you exchange it for the change you owe him and hand it back to him, your fingertips just barely brushing his open palm as you sit it in his hand.

“your order will be ready shortly, just give me a second” you smile sweetly at the brown headed man.

he nods his head, taking a seat at the back of the empty cafe. you turn around to start making his drink. once you're finished you bring it to him, sitting on his table with a tight lipped smile. you eye the notebook he’s writing in, so many words. you’re sure every page looks like this one. filled to the brim with what you suspect is his feelings, thoughts, and prophecies.

you stare in awe as he jots down whatever he’s thinking, but it dawns on you that you might be invading his personal space. you shake your head with a sigh, turning away from the table.

you tend to the other empty tables. picking up dirty plates and cups, mugs filled with wasted coffee. wiping down the table, as you hum along to the tune playing in your earphones. you only wore one just in case (you hoped) he called out to you.

“excuse me” your ears perk up at the two words.

your head whipped around, eyeing the brown headed boy sitting in the back. his hand is up, waving you over slightly. you smile to yourself, drying your hands before making your way to his table.

“need something?” you ask, hands neatly folded in front of you.

he smiles, pointing at the seat in front of him. you eye the seat, pointing at the chair. he nods.

“i figured since it’s empty, you could use some kind of company,” he states, spinning his pencil.

you nod, giving him a grateful smile.

“i appreciate it” you tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“my names eric, by the way” he extends a hand to you.

“i’m yn, nice to meet you” you shake his hand with a small smile.

“what a pretty name..” he says rather low, obviously a thought that slipped out.

you blush, fidiling with the rings on your fingers.

“uhm, what are you writing…if you don’t mind sharing” you eye his open notebook.

eric looks down at the open notebook as well, pushing it your way. he nods his head towards you, silently giving you permission to invade his privacy. you nod curtly, picking up the black book. there’s so many pages. filled to the max with so many things. on some pages there’s pictures taped in them, small stanzas next to them describing the moments captured.

one picture catches your eye. it’s a picture of him and what you assume are his friends. they’re sitting on the back of a truck. the four boys arms around each other's shoulders, cheesing for the picture. there’s a black haired boy, a red head, eric, and a very very familiar blonde haired boy.

lee jeno.

you decide to not speak on knowing him. you slide the notebook back to eric. he shuts it, stuffing it into his bookbag.

“how long have you been working here?” he asks you.

“too damn long” you sigh, he laughs at your words.

“you make a mean latte, so at least that’s something” he pipes, taking a swig of the drink.

you laugh. he was funny, and it made you feel at ease. all the stress from today seemed to be leaving your body. a simple conversation with a man you’ve never met before, who would’ve thought.

—

you flick your wrist as you check the time. It read 12:48am.

you were home now, eric dropping you off. you told him it was only a 10 minute walk but of course he wasn’t going to let you walk home all alone. he had a nice car as well, an all black Mazda Rx-7. the black smudge on his jeans was from him wiping his hands on his pants. he said his car was his pride and joy, telling you that leading to him inviting you to come to the car meet next Friday. you agreed of course, wanting to see him again. you didn’t know much about cars but you knew what looked good and what didn’t. you wouldn’t mind seeing some souped up JDMs and SRTs in action though.

you made your way up the stairs, heading towards the front door of your apartment. kevin and jae should be home by now. well, jaehyun will be but kevin is probably out partying somewhere. it’s been about three hours since you clocked out. about ten minutes since you left eric’s presence. the brown headed boy insisted on keeping you company till you clocked out. even though you told him it was fine, he still stayed. you didn’t really want him to leave so you were glad he stayed. after you clocked out you walked around for a while with him. chatting about anything and everything. UFOs and aliens, to Disney princesses and Marvel storylines. you knew the two of you were destined to meet when you both agreed that the Prisoner of Azkaban is in fact the best Harry Potter film. The both of you talked for hours, lost in conversation as you both learned more and more about each other.

you push your key into the door, but before you could even turn the key the door flew open.

“YN!” you look up, eyes wide with shock.

“who the fuck took you home?” jaehyun asks, tugging you inside,

he shuts the door behind you, guiding you to sit down on the couch.

“eric took me home” you answer his question.

“oh? who’s that, new boyfriend?” kevin teases, smirking at you from across the room.

you glare at him, picking up a pillow from the couch to chuck at him. before you could jae takes it from you, hitting you with it instead.

“hey!” you yelp, holding the back of your head.

“what did i tell you about strangers?” jaehyhun sighs, putting the pillow down.

“i’m 21 jae, stop being such a dad” you huff, punching his leg.

“i swear you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

jae walks in the direction of his bedroom, shaking his head. once you hear his door shut you and kevin practically leap out of your seats. the two of you run straight for kevin’s room, plopping down onto his bed.

“tell me every fucking deatail! did you guys fuck? oh my god, did you suck his di–” kevin rambles, too loud for your liking.

“shhhh, oh my god” you slap a hand over his mouth.

“sorry, sorry i’m excited,” he whispers.

you roll your eyes, proceeding to get comfortable on his bed before you fill him in on today’s happenings.

—

you skipped down the hallway, clutching your book bag. today was Friday, aka the day you saw eric show off his car. eversince the two of you met, he’s been dropping you off and picking you up from school. the two of you going on dates after he picks you up.

you really really liked him, and it wasn’t just you that noticed. kevin is still the only person you’ve told, yes, but it doesn’t mean that he’s the only one that noticed. the extra pep in your step, recent effort in your outfits, and the obvious happy aura that now surrounds you. you admit you are in fact falling more and more for the man, but you didn’t think it was dead obvious.

yeah, thoughts come from not knowing.

you push open the front door, making your way down the steps. eric is leaning against his car, smiling prettily at you as you wave at him excitedly. a small ding makes a noise in your pocket and you pull it out, slowing down a bit to read the text message properly.

stupid jeno: wya??

you roll your eyes at the text message, continuing your way towards eric. you internally groan when you hear the familiar ding again.

stupid jeno: can we talk, it’s important.

you: 10 minutes only, wya?

stupid jeno: im in the bsb locker room, hurry up

eric looks at your expression as you glance over your phone screen. he bends down to get your attention.

“you good” he asks, waving a hand in front of your face.

“yeah, can you just give me like 5 minutes–i need to handle something” you slightly pout at the man.

eric nods, opening his hand for your bag. you sling it off your shoulder and hand it to him.

“i’ll be right here, princess” your tummy erupts into butterflies at the pet name.

you nod, smiling at him before you turn to go meet jeno.

you step out of the elevator, you haven't been to the baseball side in a long time. after you ghosted jeno there was no reason for you to come to this side of the athletic wing. occasionally you swing by the basketball court to watch some of jaehyun’s games when you can, but other than that you don't go past the volleyball side. yours and jaehyun’s game schedules conflicted, so the both of you have never really seen each other play outside of highlights that were recorded or practices.

you used to attend every single one of jeno’s games though, never missed one. rain or shine, day or night, long or short. you were there when he won, to celebrate and go drinking with him and some of his teammates. you were there when he lost, snuggled together on the couch watching a movie with ice cream. sometimes you would drop him off some lunch after practice, knowing how hungry a practice game could make you. after you ghosted him, he lost all of that though, and it hit home for him. no pun intended, but you didn’t know that…you thought he was just fine.

you turned the corner, already knowing where to go. you blush as you pass by the bathroom, remembering the numerous quickies you and jeno had in there. you walk towards the double doors, pushing one side open with your foot. you walk through the locker room, a few of his teammates that didn’t know you gave you weird looks, probably wondering why you were here.

“whew, look who it is” you turn your head towards the owner of the voice.

yuta nakamoto.

He was leaning on his locker, arms folded over his chest. before you could even open your mouth to say something an arm was slinged across your shoulders.

“if it isn’t my favorite girl,” you look up at the brown headed boy.

sungchan smiles at you, ruffling your hair.

“oh my god, when the hell did you get so…big?!” you exclaim, eyeing his arms and especially his height.

“oh fuck off, don’t boost his confidence anymore” haechan groans, walking up from behind yuta.

haechan throws a wink your way and you roll your eyes. none of these boys changed. well, personality wise at least…sungchan was another case. you missed them though, all of them.

“hey, you got yourself a new one?” sungchan whispers, nudging your side.

you smile automatically thinking of eric and all the boys erupt into loud cheers and ‘oohs’.

“who is it? do we know him?” haechan asks, leaning closer so he could hear you better.

you shake your head, acting as if you were zipping your mouth closed with your fingers.

“where is he?” you ask, and the boys all groan in unison.

yuta nods his head in the direction of the room jeno’s in.

“you just got here though,” sungchan says, leaning his body weight on you.

you slightly stumble, bringing an arm to his waist so you can steady yourself.

“oh, we’re having a party tonight! come to it, we miss you dude” yuta says, looking at the other boys for approval.

the others nod their heads, obviously agreeing with his statement.

“and bring your little boyfriend,” haechan teases, wiggling his fingers in your direction.

“okay, okay I will” you laugh, as you attempt to push away from the reluctant boy clinging onto you.

sungchan sighs, letting you go. he ruffles your hair again, before he bends down to say something in your ear.

“good luck sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before brushing past you.

he walks backwards towards the exit, waving bye to you. you wave back and he turns around, pushing the exit door open with his shoulder. you watch as the boys walk together, talking to each other about whatever. you missed them, a lot…they became like brother’s to you.

you sigh as you turn to face the door yuta motioned at, slowly walking to it. pushing it open you peek inside, it’s pretty empty. the only things inside were a black backpack, a desk, and lee jeno. he’s stood above the desk, his fingers gripping the desk under him tightly. you eye the discoloration in his knuckles, your eyebrows furrowing in a mix of confusion and concern.

what’s got him so worked up?

“jeno?” you call out to him but he doesn’t respond.

you sigh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind yourself. you walk towards him, hand brushing against the small of his back. he cocks his head to look at you and you damn near fainted at his expression. his glare was ice cold, you remove your hand from his back.

“i fucking hate you” he says through gritted teeth.

“w-what? why, what did i do?” you look at him with wide eyes.

jeno stands up straight, towering over your figure now. you back up automatically, your back against the wall now. jeno is quick to close the space between the two of you. his hands slammed against the wall, one arm on each side of your head. your breath gets stuck in your throat as deja vu rushes over you due to the position. he fucked you in almost every position possible, but this one was one of his favorites so tons of your sexual escapades put you in this position. his hands gripping your hips as he pushed you against the wall, drilling into you as you held onto his shoulders.

“j-jeno” you call out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, huh?” he asked you, rage evident in his tone.

“nothing, what are you even talking about?” you ask, feigning confusion as to why he was so mad.

you weren’t sure if he was angry about eric, more so you didn’t know if he even knew about him. you were sure one of the boys (*cough* haechan *cough*) opened their big ass mouths and told him about it. then again, they were more than likely friends on social media, the picture you saw in his notebook making its way to the forefront of your mind. they were friends, you forgot about that.

“who is he? i swear, i’ll fucking kill him” he was so serious, staring at you intently.

“oh shut up, you won’t do shit,” you spat, looking at him with hooded eyes.

well, that did it.

his fingers wrapped around your throat, cutting off your breathing for a quick second. you gasp, hands going to grip his arm. you look up at him with a dazed look, you missed this and you couldn’t even deny it. jeno smirked down at you, enjoying the sight of you turning to putty in his hands. he barely even touched you yet, all he did was choke you.

“don’t test me, princess” he taunted, tongue wetting his lips.

“or what?” you replied, knowing all the right buttons to press.

his grip around your neck tightened, as he crashed his lips onto yours. he kissed you hungrily, wasting no time at all. he knew what he wanted and he was gonna get it. you kissed him back automatically, opening your mouth for him when he tapped your cheek. he craned your head back so he could kiss you easier, sucking on your tongue with his fingers still wrapped around your neck. you moan into his mouth at his actions, hands flying to wrap around his neck.

he pulls away from you, a string of saliva following. his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged. his face was only centimeters away from yours, you felt every breath he let out and you were light in the head.

“you miss me, admit it” jeno sneers, not waiting for a response from you.

it was a statement. he knew you missed him, he knew you needed him and he knew you’d never get rid of him.

he gripped your chin, jerking it up so he could see your neck clearly. his other hand came down to trace over the marks on your neck. you watch his expression closely, wanting to see his reaction to your decorated neck.

“fucking disgusting” he spoke with so much hostility, obviously disapproving of the hickeys.

“he’s waiting for me, jeno” you choke out,

“who? the guy you’re trying to replace me with?” he asks, smiling down at you.

“he’s not me, and you fucking know it” he whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away.

his hands trail down your body, now gripping your hips. he looks over your body, loving the way nothing has changed since the last time he held you like this. you look down at the blonde boy with admiration and excitement. nervous about what he was gonna do next. you watched as his fingers danced around your waistband, toying with it. he looks up at you, and you nod.

“i-im good, you’re good,” you tell him, giving him the green light.

he smirks, his hands pushing up your skirt to bunch up at your waist. his hands grip the skin of your thighs roughly, pushing them apart so he could have access to your heat.

“so wet for me..” he whispers, eyeing your soaked core.

you whine as he runs a finger across your clothed heat. he looks up at you excitedly, loving how you reacted to every little touch. he swiftly pushes the cloth to the side, pushing two fingers into you. you mewl, looking down at him with wide eyes. he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, watching how your hole swallows up his fingers so easily. meanwhile, you were trying to keep your balance. you were sure to fall soon if he didn’t change positions soon, you in fact did not have megan knees.

“jeno, im gonna fall” before you could even finish your sentence, his unoccupied hand was gripping your hip.

he pushed your body against the wall, easily holding you in place with only one arm. you whine at the harsh grip on your hip, you were sure that spot was gonna bruise. he fingers didn’t stop moving once, still pumping in and out you. you gasp when his thumb comes in contact with your clit, rubbing circles. you look down at him through your eyelashes, loving how he looked.

all sweaty from practice and his current activities. his hair was messy, some strands sticking to his forehead. his jersey hung loosely on his body, the same number 5 on the back. you bit your lips when he curled his fingers in you, moaning out in pleasure. he still knew all your spots, you loved not having to walk him through what you liked and didn’t like. he took pride in knowing all your special spots and where to touch to get a reaction out of you.

“move to the desk” he told you, but as soon as he let your hip go you were being lifted.

he sat you on top of the desk, pushing your chest with his hand to make you lay down. before you allow him to push you down you tug on the hem of his jersey.

“take it off” you say with a small pout and jeno laughs.

raising one hand he brings it to the back of his collar, tugging the material over the top of his head in one swift motion. you look over his toned body, practically drooling at the sight in front of you. jeno looks at you his head tilted. your eyes move from his v-line to his abs, and his broad shoulders. you bit your lip as you remembered the marks you used to leave all over him. scratches, so many of them…hickeys, bite marks, you name it. jeno walks closer to you, hand going to grab the back of your neck. he kisses you, not as rough as earlier but he was still dominating the kiss. you pull away from him a few minutes later, out of breath.

“i want you,” you say in between breaths.

that’s all he needed to hear. with one hand he pushes your chest, making you law down on your back. he gets back down on his knees, propping your legs onto his shoulders. he loops a finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and off of you. he licks his lips at the sight. he looks up at you, you were already looking down at him. propped up on your elbows as you watch him intently.

he leaves a trail of kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh. sucking and biting wherever he pleased. he left a few marks in between your thighs. a place he felt only he should touch.

“you guys fuck yet?” he asked, still marking you up.

you shake your head no in response, not trusting your voice right now.

“good, ‘cause you’re mine—all mine,” he said in between kisses.

he sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your thigh, loving the way you moan out for him. hovering over where you wanted him most he breathed over you, eyeing the slight shake in your thighs. he lays his tongue flat against you, lightly penetrating your entrance with the tip of his tongue. he smiles when he hears you moan. wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks harshly at your ball of nerves. he holds contact with you the whole time, you look back at him with a glazed expression.

he shifts a bit, repositioning himself so he could eat you out better. his arms were tucked under the back of your knees, hands gripping your inner thighs. he spread your legs wider for him and in a millisecond his mouth was attached to your heat.

he ate you like a starved man, which in a way he was. you guys hadn’t had any contact in like three months. he’d been craving you, same as you for him but your guys’ pride stood in the way of your happiness.

“mm—fuck, jeno” you call out to him, fingers gripping his locks.

“hm?” he murmurs against you, sending vibrations through your body.

“you make me feel so g-good” you mewl, gripping his hair harder.

this urged him to do better. his thumb found your clit, rubbing circles atop the sensitive spot. you threw your head back, his name falling from your mouth. jeno grunts, loving how his name sounded coming from your mouth. he rubbed your clit faster, lapping at your slick folds. you were dripping for him and he fucking loved it. nothing but his hands and his mouth, he was convinced nobody could do you better than him.

“fuck! g-gonna cu–” your sentence was cut short when you heard a phone ring.

jeno’s movement came to a halt, disconnecting his mouth from your heat. the both of you looked for the ringing phone, it was yours. jeno handed it to you.

eric.

your eyes went wide, how long had you been up here? was he still here? was he looking for you?

“hello?” you spoke into the phone.

“where are you? are you ok?” your heart clenched in your chest at his worried tone.

“n-no i’m fine, i just got caught up with something…” you replied, locking eyes with jeno.

jeno rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. he averted his eyes, not wanting to look at you.

“b–-but you’re ok, right? you don’t need help?” he asked, and you nod your head with a small smile.

“no no, i’m ok...i’ll be down in a bit” you hear him let out a relieved sigh.

“ok princess..come quick, i miss you” you smile, hanging up the phone.

jeno was staring at you through the whole exchange. he walked up to you, closing the space in between the two of you. guiding your arms to wrap around his neck. you look up at him, confusion written on your face.

“i’m still yours yn, just come back to me” he whispers to you, caressing your cheek.

you look up at him, he was being so sincere and it made you sick. if he would’ve said this like four months ago you would’ve accepted him and his offer. now though? it was different…you weren’t head over heel for him anymore. you had eric. you liked eric, and you wanted to try with him. it wasn’t fair that when you offered your feelings to him he declined and now he’s doing the same but he wants a different outcome. that’s unfair, and you didn’t like it.

you can’t deny that you still had lingering feelings for jeno. the situation you were just in with the boy said enough, you really didn’t have to say much more. but eric wasn’t the same as jeno…he made you feel different. he was a breath of fresh air from jeno, he didn’t know you like the back of your hand like jeno did. he didn’t know how you felt by once glance, he didn’t know your favorite food or color and you were content with that. you spent so much time being in love with jeno that you forgot how it felt to learn a new person and vice versa.

eric was handsome, super sweet and he made butterflies erupt inside you in a way jeno never did. perhaps it’s because you’re in the so-called ‘honeymoon phase’ but you don't care. you wanted eric and you weren’t going to double back on it either.

you look up at the blonde boy with a solemn expression, a rush of emotions flowing through you. you shake your head, retracting your arms from him. jeno’s face shows his emotions, shocked at your disapproval. he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say.

“i can’t, i have someone now…and i wanna try with him,” you say, finding his eyes again.

jeno scoffs, looking down at you mockingly.

“try with him? for what yn? you have me,” he tells you, holding your face in both of his hands.

“jeno, i’m trying to be civil right now and you’re making it difficult,” you say, pulling away from his touch.

you push away the man by his chest, standing up in the process. jeno laughs lightly as he watches you.

“i am sorry though…about this” you say, referring to the moment the two of you just shared.

“it won’t happen again,” you tell him, not once sparing him a glance.

you put your underwear back on, tugging your skirt back down. you overlook your appearance in the mirror, fixing your hair and smoothing out any wrinkles in your clothes. jeno is silent as he watches you, still shirtless. you lock eyes with him in the mirror, tilting your head as you both stare at each other. jeno’s expression is unreadable, you have never seen him look like this before. you sigh, turning around to face him. a small hope ignites in him but is diminished as soon as you open your mouth.

“friends?” you say, holding your hand out to him.

jeno scoffs, looking at you with a shocked expression. he turns away from you, picking up his shirt from the floor. he tugs it over his body, still not facing you. you let out yet another sigh, running a hand down his back smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“friends? are you deadass right now, yn?” you hear him mumble and you roll your eyes.

“it's not mandatory jeno, i was just trying to be cordial” you roll your eyes, starting towards the door.

your hand reaches out for the handle but jeno grabs your wrist. spinning you around and pinning you against the door. you look up at him with wide eyes.

“don’t play with me, you know we’re not friends yn” he speaks through gritted teeth.

you roll your eyes, trying to tug your wrists away from his grip.

“we were friends before we even started fucking jeno” you say matter of factly.

he rolls his eyes and you look up at him with an unwavering glare.

“i can make you cum in less than 2 minutes and you think we’re fucking friends?” he scoffs, letting your wrists go.

you don’t respond, you just rub your wrist.

“you’ll come back to me, don’t worry” he states, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“shut the hell up” you groan, opening the door.

“he won’t fuck you like i do, just watch” he shouts as you close the door.

you practically sprinted for the elevator. once you were inside you let out a groan, sliding down and covering your face with your hands.

—

“woah!” you exclaim looking up at eric.

he just laughs, tugging you closer to him. he rubs your arm, attempting to warm you up. you were wearing one of his sweaters, too big for you of course.

“glad you came?” he asked and you nod your head.

he smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. you guys watched as the person driving the charger stepped on his gas, flaunting his V8 engine. you watched in admiration, loving how all these cars here looked. your favorite was this similar duplicate of Suki’s car from Tokyo Drift. you absolutely lost your mind when the girl showed you the pink flames that erupted from the exhaust pipes just like in the movie.

“it’s almost my turn,” eric told you and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“i’m so excited,” you tell him, squeezing his waist just a little.

“i’ll spin this baby out a few times, then we’ll hit up the party, ok?” you nod up at the blonde boy.

—

“that was so fucking cool!!” you tell him, running into his open arms.

“i’m glad you liked it baby,” he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

little sounds left your mouth as you (attempted to) mimic what he did in his car just mere minutes ago. waving your hands around and pretending as if you were behind the wheel of his Rx-7. Eric looked at you with nothing but fondness and adoration in his eyes. it’s been about a week and a half since he met you and his feelings were becoming more and more evident to him everyday. he walked up to you, wrapping you in his arms, holding you close to him.

“eric?” you squeak, peeking up at him through your eyelashes.

“stay with me, don’t leave me,” he whispered into your hair.

you look at the blonde headed boy, grabbing his face in your hands.

“why would i leave you?” you ask him, and he shrugs.

“just don’t, pinky swear” he tells you, holding up his pinky.

you laugh, intertwining your finger with his. eric smiles, kissing your forehead.

—

you clutch onto eric’s arm, pushing through the sweaty bodies surrounding the two of you. god you hated parties. well, not completely but you hated feeling so claustrophobic in these crowds. you would come to them, i mean who were you to turn down free food? you weren’t a complete buzzkill. you just..thought parties were kind of pointless. plus, you played sports, alcohol and drugs were the last of your desires. your main focus was keeping your scholarship. you had a full ride and you were not going t fuck it up because you wanted to get stupid drunk at a party and fuck off your opputunities.

you look around the room, eyeing the baseball team as eric drags you into the kitchen for a drink. you wave at haechan and you see him wave back at you before he disappears from your line of sight.

“what are you feeling for?” he asks and you shrug, getting comfortable on the counter.

“ok, i’ll surprise you with something” he smiles at you, turning to whip up a drink.

“but you’re cut off after the third one, ok?” he points a finger at you and you nod.

jokingly saluting him following a ‘yes sir!’. eric laughs, turning back to continue making the drinks.

“is this the special guy?” you don’t even need to turn your head to know who’s voice it is.

“hi sungchan,” you grin, opening your arms for your friend.

sungchan envelopes you in a hug, nuzzling his face into your hair. you laugh, hugging him back. eric turns around to see who joined the two of you in the kitchen. he looks at you silently asking who he was.

“eric, this is sungchan” you point at the boy, introducing him to eric.

sungchan stands up to his full height, bringing a hand up to stroke his chin. he glances over eric’s appearance with furrowed eyebrows.

“hm…do you have a job?” sungchan asks and eric laughs.

“yes.”

“love your mom?”

“very much so,”

“know how to drive?”

“yup.”

“gotta car?” eric eyes you with a smirk.

you laugh already knowing where this was heading. he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his car keys. he spins them on his index finger before he tosses them to sungchan.

“mazda rx-7, matte black, year 2000” he winks at the boy, patting his shoulder before he turns to continue making the drinks.

sungchan turns to you with wide eyes.

“oh nah, fuck her, date me” sungchan jokes, handing the keys back to eric.

he turns to face you, pointing at eric and looking at you with his mouth wide. silently approving of the man, you just shake your head with a laugh. you loved sungchan, he was one of your three best friends. you haven’t known him longer than jaehyun but you loved him just as much.

believe it or not you guys matched on sme dumb online dating app kevin put you on three years ago now. the two of you met up but it didn’t work out…at all. so the two of you decided on becoming friends instead and here you are now. three years later, and now your guys bond was stronger than ever.

you looked at the pair as they talk about whatever. eric walks over to you, handing you a red cup. you smile, telling him thank you as you grab the cup from his hand. he holds his own cup in one hand, his other holding your bare thigh. he draws circles on your naked skin with his thumb mindlessly, paying attention to sungchan as they're still conversing. you lean onto his arm, taking small sips of the pepsi and malibu mixture in your cup.

a few moments later sungchan excuses himself from the kitchen, his phone ringing in his hand. the two of you nod at him, waving him off. eric looks down at you.

“sleepy?” he asks and you nod.

“mm..just a bit” you slur, looking up at him.

you smile when your eyes land on his face.

“you’re so handsome,” you whisper.

“you think so?” eric asks, sitting his cup down.

you nod your head, sitting up straight. eric stands in between your legs now. grabbing your cup from your hand and sitting it on the counter.

“the handsomest ever” you giggle, throwing your hands up.

eric laughs, grabbing your wrists softly. he guides them to rest on his shoulder, his hands moving to wrap around your middle. he brings his face closer to yours and a sense of familiarity rushes over your senses.

“pretty girl…” you close your eyes at the words, loving how it sounds from him.

“all mine, all for me” excitement courses through you at his words.

you open your eyes again when he squeezes your hip. eyeing his blonde hair, sharp eyes, perfect nose.

jeno…fucking lee jeno.

you keep your composure, squeezing your eyes shut to see if you could break yourself from the trance. memories flooding your head because of his words. why’d he have to sound so much like jeno now? all those times jeno called you his pretty girl, caressing you as he reminded you of who you belonged to. you were his, not eric’s. what the hell were you doing.

you open your eyes again and this time you do see eric. he’s close, very very close. he inches closer and closer to you, lips hovering over your own. he closes his eyes as soon as his lips touch yours. frozen. you couldn’t move.

guilt overwhelmed you as he kissed you. forcing yourself to kiss him back. your clutched the material of his shirt, same as earlier when you made out with jeno.god, you felt sick. you were such an asshole. why’d he have such a tight grip on you? you thought you were over him.

eric pulls away from you and you look at him, searching for any kind of discomfort. sighing silently when you don’t see any. he smiles at you, holding a hand out offering to help you down. you nod, taking his hand as you hop off the counter. you turn, grabbing your cup as you down the remaining liquid in one go. with a deep breath in and out you turn around to face eric. accepting his open hand, you hold his hand. allowing him to lead you out of the house.

—

you screamed into your pillow, kicking your feet. kevin groans for the umpteenth time this morning.

“yn…for the 10th time, please shut the fuck up!” he groans, looking at you with a tired expression.

ever since eric dropped you off you’d been awake. currently it’s 9am, he dropped you off at around 1 in the morning. you couldn’t sleep, how could you sleep? you kissed your boyfriend that’s not your boyfriend and thought it was jeno! you’d be insane if you could get a good night’s rest in this situation. kevin sadly had been woken up by you and been up since then. listening to you rant on and on about what you're going through. he suggested calling jeno and telling him and he earned a pillow to the head.

“yn, please…go to sleep” kevin pleaded and you sighed.

grabbing your phone to check the time, 9:49am.

you didn’t have class but you were tired. you nod, climbing under the sheets. kevin cries out in happiness, practically leaping into the bed sheets. he cuddles up under your covers, immediately falling asleep. you smile at your friend, pulling his glasses off his face and sitting them on your bedside table. shortly afterwards you do the same as him, falling asleep.

—

it’s been about two weeks since the part ordeal occurred. two weeks since you’ve spoken to jeno. you’ve seen him around, swinging by the baseball wing to say hi to the boys every now and then.

most of your time was given to eric though. he still hadn’t asked you out yet, which kind of bummed you out but on the other hand you were glad. you still weren’t completely sure you wanted to be with him 100%. yeah you had feelings for him, but apart of you still yearned for jeno. it was becoming more and more adamant to you every time you saw him.

seeing him all sweaty right after practice, or shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around him fresh out the shower. not to mention the deja vu from the locker room because of the multiple quickies you and him had here. he knew something was up with you too, noticing your little glances and lingering touches.

you were on your way to meet up with eric for lunch, already standing in the elevator. you press the number 1 and wait patiently, rocking back and forth on your heels. you watch as the numbers light up as you pass through the floors. watching the doors open before you step out of the elevator.

rounding the corner as you pull out your phone to text him.

you: where are you ?

eric: im in the parking garage, you out front?

you: yeah, i just got here.

eric: ok, im coming rn.

you nod, locking your phone and putting it away. you look around nervously before you flick your wrist to the time. 3 o’clock on the dot.

sungchan facetimed you earlier, so if sungchan was already out of practice you knew jeno was too. and you know he’s still here because you see his car parked across the street from you. you just hoped eric would beat him here.

“yn?” you hear, and you don’t even need to turn to know who it is.

fuck, fuck, fuck. you think to yourself.

you look up at the sky, cursing your bad luck. with a sigh you reluctantly turn to face him. locking eyes with him, he’s standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest.

“can we talk?” he asks, and you wanna say no.

every bone in your body is telling you to say no. you inch towards him, taking the smallest steps ever known to man. once you’re not too far from him he turns, leading the way leaving you to follow awkwardly.

“were you waiting for someone?” you nod, tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“yeah, eric.” you say blankly, not realizing you slipped up till after you said it.

“eric…sohn?” jeno asks, pulling his car door open.

you nod slowly, fingers toying with the hem of your jersey.

“you know him?” you ask, curious as to what his answer will be.

jeno laughs shortly, shaking his head no. he nods his head to you, followed by a short ‘get in’. the both of you are now sitting in his BMW, awkwardness and tension filling the air. the only sound coming from the AC.

“why’d you—”

“do you–”

the both of you start at the same time, both laughing now. you let him talk first.

“do you still have it on?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

you pull the chain from under your jersey, showing him the necklace he gifted you. he smiles, leaning in to touch the piece of jewelry. he eyes it, fiddling with the golden j dangling from it. he looks up at you and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

before you could even protest he presses his lips onto yours. you kiss him back, everything around the two of you disappearing as you continue to make out with the blonde boy. sighing when he grips your thigh, rubbing and squeezing at the skin sweetly. you missed his touch. the two of you exchanged spit for what seemed like hours…all worries leaving your body. this is what he did to you. he made you forget about anything and everyone. all stress, worries, problems, it didn’t matter when you were with him.

you pull away from him, wanting to look at his face. you caress his cheek, soaking up his features.

“i missed you…so fucking much” you sigh, leaning in to kiss him again.

you continue to kiss jeno, both of you unbeknownst to the gaze of a certain someone.

—

end.

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