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milkybonya · 1 year

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crush ☆ doyoung

order 069, anon: large taro milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure Doyoung

! : suggestive (kissing), explicit language (swear words)

# : bad boy!doyoung (but he's really just tsundere) x gn reader, ft. best friend!Jaehyuk

[💌: since hello era... doyoung and junghwan be hitting differently like THESE BOYS ARE ALL GROWN MY BBYS :( also anon i hope u like this one i'm sorry its so late T_T and on Haruto day?? not me posting a Dobby fic on Haruto day hehe HAPPY RUTO DAY]

there's no bad boy that makes you as weak in the knees as Doyoung. you have the fattest crush on him but no one will ever know. not even him. well, no one except for your best friend, Jaehyuk.

you keep your eyes straight ahead as Doyoung loudly enters the classroom, slamming the door accidentally (?) behind him and loudly pulling out his chair in the back to sit down.

you watch Jaehyuk wriggle his eyebrows as you from two rows ahead. then, you steal a glance back at Doyoung. he's leaning back in his head, facing the ceiling, revealing his attractive neck--

okay, seriously. you've gotta stop. how can a neck be attractive? well, his can.

you gulp as you face the front, trying to focus on the lesson. but... the teacher doesn't show up. so, as always, the kids start causing a ruckus. Doyoung keeps his head down in the back and you sigh as you sift through your homework, trying to find something non-violent to do.

just as Jaehyuk approaches you to have a conversation, he gets pushed aside by one of your class's rude idiots. he falls to the ground.

"y/n, is that the homework? can i borrow it?" they ask, leaning way too close.

"fuck off," you mutter, annoyed.

"huh? did you say something?" they ask, leaning even closer.

you sigh, trying to decide if you should fight back or just give them your homework--when you hear the legs of a chair scraping against the floor from behind you.

"just piss off! leave them alone," Doyoung yells at the rude idiot. "if you care about homework that bad, why don't you actually do it, hm?"

"yeah, he's right," Jaehyuk pipes up, finally getting up from the floor.

"and what if i don't leave them alone?" they challenge Doyoung, who makes some kind of quiet snarling sound before he bounds over to you.

"fuck. off," he says, shoving the person with each word.

they fall backwards onto a desk and Jaehyuk cheers.

your heart is racing, both because of the adrenaline the situation is making you feel, and because Doyoung is so... damn attractive while he's shutting these idiots down. his jaw is clenched and the outline of it is sharp. his lips glisten under the ceiling lights from when he licked them moments ago, trying to hold back his anger.

Doyoung turns to you, his ears red and his hands in his pockets. his dress shirt uniform is unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt underneath.

he doesn't say anything, just scans your face with slightly furrowed brows before walking to his spot in the back. once he's gone, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. then, you race to Jaehyuk, making sure he's okay.

"i'm fine! are you, though? your knight in shining armour totally just saved you--" Jaehyuk starts, wiggling his eyebrows.

"shut up!" you whine, slapping his arm.

you can't help but smile, though. as you look back to glance at Doyoung, you watch his head immediately jerk away from you.. as if his eyes had been on you before you looked at him.

you shrug it off as the teacher finally walks in.

Doyoung watches you for the entire lesson. he's never paid much attention to you until today, when those idiots were harassing you. usually, he doesn't get involved in class drama. but for some reason, he got so angry this time. he wonders why. he needs to know why.

the whole day you feel someone's eyes on you. every time you turn around, you see nothing. there's always so many students everywhere, so you don't pay it much mind. that is, until you notice something.

Doyoung is always there, in your line of vision, when you turn around to see if someone is watching you... but it's probably just a coincidence. it isn't until he joins you and Jaehyuk at the cafeteria to eat that you think maybe it wasn't a coincidence.

you're both stuffing your faces with food when he smoothly slides his tray in next to yours, sitting down and poking at his food.

"can we help you?" Jaehyuk asks, seeing how you're too stunned to speak.

"no. keep eating," Doyoung says somewhat coldly.

he watches you from the corners of his eyes.

"well, anyways, i think it's so dumb that we all have to do an outdoor activity this weekend and write a story about it. that's what little kids get assigned to do!" Jaehyuk complains, ignoring Doyoung.

"whyyy? i think it sounds so fun and cute! we could go on a picnic and both write about it--"

"i'm coming, too," Doyoung blurts out. he's shocked by his own words.

"why would you come?" Jaehyuk questions, maintaining (or trying to) a friendly tone.

"because... i don't know what else to do for the project either," Doyoung grumbles.

you stare at his lips, stained with the strawbery milk he just took a sip of.

"stop drooling, y/n," Jaehyuk says.

"shut up!" you screech, slapping your friend.

Doyoung chuckles and catches himself in the act. why was he so amused by you? he's never cared about a single living soul at this school before.

all three of you show up to the park with hands full of goodies... except, Doyoung's 'goodies' are just his skateboard... that's it.

Jaehyuk shakes his head, sighing as he lays down the blanket and one side of it folds in because of the wind. you're too busy staring at Doyoung as he sets his skateboard down to notice your own friend struggling.

"hello? a little help here?" Jaehyuk whines, but you still can't hear him.

the wind blowing through Doyoung's hair and rustling his clothes makes him look incredibly attractive. your knees feel weak and you decide to help Jaehyuk to distract yourself.

before you know it, you're being stopped by Doyoung himself.

"no, let me," he says in a deep voice, taking over and helping Jaehyuk with the blanket.

eventually, everything is set up and the three of you are sat surrounded by snacks and your notebooks.

"well.. we can't just write that all we did was sit here and eat. what should we do?" Jaehyuk points out.

"how about a game?" you ask excitedly.

you peek at Doyoung to see his reaction, but he's staring off into space. you pout and Jaehyuk notices.

"hey, Doyoung! what do you think?" Jaehyuk asks.

"yeah, sure. if y/n wants to, let's do it."

you feel butterflies within you as you grin as Doyoung.

"how about truth or dare?! Jaehyuk first! truth or dare?" you say.

"truth!"

"boring," you and Doyoung say at the same time. you both look at each other and you watch the boy's lips curve slightly upwards.

"i pick truth. now ask me something."

"have you ever liked y/n?" Doyoung asks, lazily.

your heart races at the question, even though you already know the answer.

"i did before, actually. i confessed but.. it didn't work out.

"how long ago was that?" Doyoung asks, brows furrowed.

"Doyoung, your turn! it's one question only," you say.

he presses his lips together before choosing 'dare'.

"i dare you to eat all those strawberries in one minute," Jaehyuk says.

you slap his arm, telling him that's too much, but Doyoung goes for it. you watch as his cheeks fill with the red berries, his face puffy as he chews. he starts laughing when you both laugh at how funny he looks, and he isn't able to eat them all because he laughs so hard he has to spit everything out!

"y/n, your turn," Doyoung says softly.

"mmm.. okay what will my truth be and what will my dare be?" you ask.

"dare is you kiss Doyoung and truth is do you like Doyoung," Jaehyuk asks.

your jaw drops and Doyoung smirks, amused.

"you--"

"pick!" Jaehyuk urges.

you sigh and choose dare, thinking that'll be the safer option.

Doyoung's face is slightly red as you turn to him.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" Jaehyuk chants like a kid.

"shut up!" you say before turning to Doyoung, gently cupping and squeezing his cheeks so his lips are puffy, and pressing your own lips to his.

the kiss is soft, his lips are plump and his mouth tastes like strawberries. as if instictually, Doyoung's arm wraps around your waist, but Jaehyuk's giggles make you pull away.

"well, won't i have quite the situation to write about!"

"shut up, Jae," you say, nervously.

you still feel butterflies and you can feel Doyoung looking at you. every time you look at him, he looks away.

a few moments later, Jaehyuk gets up in search of a washroom. you and Doyoung are left on your own.

"i'm sorry if you didn't want to do that kiss--" you start.

"no. i wanted to," Doyoung replies sweetly.

"oh?"

"did you want to?"

"yes," you reply.

"do you want to do it again?" he asks while leaning back his weight rested on his arms.

"y-yeah."

and that's how Doyoung kisses you so hard that you fall onto the picnic blanket, Doyoung's arm also catching you as you fall. you place a hand to his chest to keep yourself grounded as butterflies rage inside you, but feeling his heartbeat makes you melt even more.

"hey, i leave for one second and come back to this?!" Jaehyuk says in disgust.

quickly, the two of you pull away.

Doyoung's face is red and he clears his throat.

"well... to avoid this from getting awkward, i say we end the picnic here," Jaehyuk announces.

after cleaning up everything, Doyoung pulls you aside to ask if you want to hang out with just him some time.

"i like you, y/n. something about you just keeps drawing me to you," he says, caressing your cheek.

"i-i-yes.. let's meet! this weekend! wait, it is the weekend... maybe some time this week after school?"

Doyoung laughs, a rare sight. "sure. let's meet after school."

you and Jaehyuk walk home together and the whole time he's teasing you, but you couldn't be happier.

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goingtreasure · 11 months

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whitebeard and the blackbeard's son | p.jw

pairing: park jeongwoo x reader (f)

word count: 8.3k

genre: angst, adventure, slowburn.

warnings: violence, death, toxic relationships, mention of kidnapping.

synopsis: jeongwoo embarked on a quest to prove himself to his father, blackbeard, by attempting to kill his nemesis, whitebeard. however, he was unaware that whitebeard's true identity would completely alter his path.

author's note: after two years since my last update, i'm back! i wrote this fanfiction some months ago and decided to post it now since the reboot is coming (i'm so excited!). i think of this as a origin story for pirate jeongwoo hehe. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

author's inspirations: show - our flag means death (max). song - i bet on losing dogs (mitski)

Jeongwoo had finally accomplished it. After years of meticulous research, tracking ships in secret, studying combat skills, habits, and victims, he had gathered almost all the information he needed to defeat Whitebeard, one of the most notorious pirates of the sea. This was his chance to avenge his father and prove himself once and for all.

As the son of Blackbeard, the infamous pirate, Jeongwoo had grown up in a world of ruthlessness and violence. Blackbeard had collected countless enemies and was feared by even the most dangerous pirates. However, when a new pirate named Whitebeard emerged in the Caribbean, he became Blackbeard's worst enemy, taunting him with his name. Determined to confront the newcomer, Blackbeard engaged in a battle at sea.

During the fight, Blackbeard's crew seemed to have the upper hand, but Whitebeard's intelligence and strategic prowess turned the tide. They damaged Blackbeard's ship, disabled his strongest crew members, including Blackbeard himself, and plundered all the treasure. Whitebeard, however, never showed his face or set foot on their ship, maintaining a mysterious identity. Many believed he suffered from a terrible disease that prevented him from engaging in direct combat. Now, Jeongwoo was about to uncover the truth.

Under the guise of trading treasure on a nearby island, Jeongwoo secretly planned his move. He knew that Whitebeard's crew frequently replenished their supplies on a small island to the east. After carefully avoiding attention and hiding in the island's woods for several days, he spotted a large ship docking on the beach. Observing from a distance, he became certain that it was Whitebeard's ship.

Waiting for most of the crew to disembark, Jeongwoo infiltrated the ship, incapacitating anyone who stood in his way. He intended to execute a silent assassination, killing the captain and escaping and leaving behind a letter signed by himself. Jeongwoo was confident that Whitebeard, who never left his room, would be there. However, as he cautiously opened the door, he discovered an empty room, devoid of any presence.

"Where could he be hiding?" Jeongwoo whispered to himself, feeling a mix of relief and unease. This was the moment he had prepared for all his life, yet something felt off.

He scanned the room, filled with disarray—clothes, medicine, and books scattered around. A large world map adorned one wall, while a plush bed covered in fabrics and blankets dominated the center. Suddenly, he noticed a slight movement coming from beneath the blankets—a rhythmic rise and fall. There was no doubt about it; Whitebeard was concealed there.

Jeongwoo steadied his weapon, standing before the bed, prepared to end the man's life. However, a strange feeling compelled him to see the face of his father's greatest adversary before delivering the fatal blow. With trembling hands, he slowly pulled back the blanket, but the sight that greeted him was unexpected.

Instead of Whitebeard, he found a young woman with white hair, dressed in a beige satin dress with long sleeves. The boy was momentarily paralyzed by the sight before him. This innocent girl had been mistaken for the fearsome pirate captain.

"A girl?" he murmured to himself, unintentionally waking you from your slumber. Your eyes opened slowly, leaving him with no chance to hide within the cabin.

"Hello," you greeted, your voice filled with sleepiness.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Jeongwoo asked, his voice filled with surprise, unable to comprehend the calmness in your demeanor despite the danger you were in.

"You seem nervous." you remarked, observing his reaction. “My name is Y/N.”

"I came here for Whitebeard." Jeongwoo stated, trying to make sense of the situation.

A faint smile graced your lips. "Well, then you found him. I'm Whitebeard."

Jeongwoo's heart pounded in his chest as he processed the unexpected revelation before him. The girl with white hair, Y/N, claimed to be Whitebeard—the very person he had intended to kill. The tremor in his hands intensified, betraying his nervousness. He took a step back, struggling to comprehend the truth. It seemed inconceivable that someone so young could hold the title of a feared pirate captain when he himself struggled to gain respect among his own crew.

"You're lying! Where is Whitebeard?" Jeongwoo demanded, unable to accept the reality unfolding before him.

Your laughter filled the cabin, carrying a hint of amusement. "I'm not the lying kind. The truth is, my name was originally intended to be Whitehair, but people misheard it as 'beard' and I went along with it. I must say, I'm quite surprised you managed to reach here without facing punishment from my crew. You must be a formidable pirate."

Jeongwoo's confusion deepened even more, his conviction wavered. He found himself unable to act upon his murderous intent as he looked upon the spirited girl who awaited her fate.

"I don't understand," Jeongwoo stammered, his disbelief evident. His grip on the knife loosened, his hands dropping to his sides. The confusion within him battled against the impulse to carry out his revenge.

Chuckling lightly, you settled onto the bed, examining the young man before you. "I can see why you're surprised. Most people react the same way, especially new crew members. By the way, that's a good choice of weapon you have there. Sharp and effective for breaking bones. Luckily for me, I've been feeling like dying these past few days. So, what are you waiting for?" you asked, your gaze fixed upon him.

"I... I can't do it. You're a woman," Jeongwoo confessed, his voice laced with uncertainty.

A glimmer of curiosity danced in your eyes. "You've never killed a woman before?"

In fact, Jeongwoo had never killed anyone before, regardless of their gender.

From a young age, Blackbeard had trained Jeongwoo to embody his strength and eventually succeed him as captain. However, the weight of taking a life was a burden Jeongwoo couldn't bear. Fear gripped him, rendering him unable to follow in his father's ruthless footsteps. Consequently, Blackbeard became increasingly ashamed of his own son, distancing Jeongwoo from perilous battles and treacherous islands, effectively dismissing any notion of him becoming his successor. The once-promising young pirate had been reduced to a mere kitchen assistant.

The very reason he was driven to prove himself, came from his father's relentless pursuit of molding him into a fearsome assassin of the seas.

The absence of a response made it clear to you that he wasn't a killer. Despite your preference for staying in your room, you had a knack for understanding people through their behavior due to all the books you’ve read. The boy, who was around your age, appeared scared and confused. It had been a long time since you last talked to someone young. It made you question if this was how you were expected to behave. Should you also be afraid of life and death just like him? You wondered what those emotions were like.

"Well, if it makes you feel more at ease, I could take my own life and you can pretend it was you," you suggested, trying to ease his discomfort.

"What? Why? Why would you do that?" Jeongwoo asked, bewildered.

"Why wouldn't I?" you responded with a nonchalant shrug.

Jeongwoo felt like you were toying with him, playing games with his mind.

"Cause... you're Whitebeard! You possess wealth and power beyond imagination," he argued.

"I can understand why you might think that," you replied calmly. "But having everything doesn't guarantee happiness or fulfillment. There are things in life that money and power can't provide."

Your words brought a pause to the conversation as Jeongwoo tried to process this perspective. The idea that there could be something missing from the life of someone as influential as Whitebeard intrigued him.

“For instance, I've never had a pet dog because I’m afraid it might fall into the sea. Why would I live if I can't have a dog?”

Wanting to die because of a dog? It didn't make sense to him. After all, many ships had dogs as companions, and the fear of losing one to the sea seemed excessive and irrational. The boy couldn't help the thought that perhaps you were just a crazy person, he found it difficult to take your words seriously.

You rose from the bed, stepping onto the wooden floor with your bare feet, standing directly in front of Jeongwoo. The boy remained frozen, unable to move in your presence. Your intense gaze made him feel self-conscious.

"Will you do it?" you asked, your voice filled with anticipation.

"No..." Jeongwoo admitted, his voice filled with resignation. "I can't."

"Coward." you snapped, your anger replacing your previous calm demeanor.

Without warning, you forcefully pushed the knife out of Jeongwoo's grip, catching him off guard. A struggle ensued as both of you fought for control of the weapon. You pushed the knife towards your own neck, while Jeongwoo desperately resisted, pushing back.

"Stop it immediately!" Jeongwoo pleaded, his voice filled with fear.

"No! I want to die!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with frustration and despair.

The fight abruptly stopped as you both heard the sound of an explosion coming from outside. The sudden noise caught your attention, momentarily distracting you from the intense struggle and bringing a sense of uncertainty to the room. Momentarily stunned by the unexpected blast, you released your grip on the knife, which clattered to the floor. The urgency of the situation overshadowed your previous conflict as you instinctively turned your attention towards the chaos unfolding outside the cabin.

"The ship is on fire!" one of your crewmates screamed, her voice filled with panic, as she desperately tried to open the door to your room. Despite her efforts, the door remained stubbornly locked.

Jeongwoo's eyes widened in alarm, and he turned to you, searching for answers. But instead of panic, he found you smiling to yourself, a strange gleam in your eyes.

"The ship is on fire," you repeated softly, almost in awe.

Confusion and concern filled Jeongwoo's voice as he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ignoring his question, you hurriedly rummaged through your belongings, searching for something specific. Your hands found a large box of gunpowder, and without hesitation, you tossed it onto the floor of the room. The contents spilled out, forming a dangerous circle of flammable material.

Realizing what you were about to do, Jeongwoo lunged forward, desperately attempting to stop you. But it was too late. The room was already filled with thick smoke, making it difficult to see and breathe.

A struggle ensued between the two of you, the suffocating smoke clouding your senses and heightening the chaos. You fought against Jeongwoo's attempts to restrain you, pushing him away with a desperate strength fueled by a strange determination.

In the chaos of the struggle, Jeongwoo lost his footing and fell to the floor, his body slumping unconscious. The smoke continued to billow around the room, its suffocating grip tightening with each passing second.

Jeongwoo had made many mistakes in his life, but none compared to the decision to kill Whitebeard. Despite knowing that it could lead to his demise, he had hoped for an honorable death, a valiant battle against one of the revered kings of the sea. Now, he was dead, and his crew would remain in perpetual waiting, unaware of his fate.

However, as Jeongwoo surrendered to the embrace of death, a peculiar sensation washed over him. Instead of the anticipated darkness and stillness, he felt a gentle breeze upon his face, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of the ocean. In the distance, a captivating voice sang a haunting melody, unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. It was not the symphony of death, but something entirely different.

Slowly, Jeongwoo opened his eyes, his surroundings shifting from darkness to a blinding brightness. And there he lay, not in the clutches of death, but on the sandy floor of a beach, safe and unharmed. Beside him sat Y/N, the source of the melody that had captivated his senses.

Confusion and relief washed over Jeongwoo as he struggled to comprehend his current state. "Am I alive?" he questioned, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and gratitude.

You turned your gaze towards Jeongwoo, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "No, my friend, we both died and unfortunately, we didn't make it to heaven. Welcome to hell." you joked, adding a playful smirk.

Jeongwoo looked at you, slightly taken aback by your remark.

"No, we're not dead. Well, at least you are not dead," you clarified, your tone now more serious.

As Jeongwoo settled down, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight, he couldn't help but inquire about the fate of your ship. "What happened to your ship?" he asked, evident worry in his voice.

"Oh, it burned down completely. I had to carry you all the way up to the beach cause you refused to wake up." you explained, a tinge of exhaustion in your voice. "My crew already gave up on trying to find me. Whitebeard is finally dead."

The weight of your words lingered in the air, mingling with a sense of irony and regret. Jeongwoo absorbed the gravity of the situation, his thoughts drifting to the consequences of his actions and the unpredictable path that lay before them.

"What are you going to do now?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I don't know," you replied, your eyes tracing the vastness of the ocean. "But I'm happy I'm not really dead. And now you can say that you killed Whitebeard as well.”

Jeongwoo clutched his knees tightly as he contemplated the implications of your words. A mixture of guilt and disbelief washed over him, realizing the weight of his actions and the role he inadvertently played in Whitebeard's demise.

"Can I ask you something?" Jeongwoo said. You nodded, signaling your willingness to answer.

"Your room was full of medicine, what is that for?" he inquired, his eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"Oh, that. I have a weak body, you see. That's why I never actively participated in battles. The medicine I had in my room helped me manage the pain and discomfort that came with it." You maintained a positive demeanor, even when discussing serious matters. "I should've thought about that before I burned my room down. Now I have no access to those medicines anymore."

Jeongwoo listened intently, realizing the extent of your struggles and the sacrifices you had made. It deepened his understanding of who you were beyond the legendary figure of Whitebeard.

"Can I ask you something too?" You said with a hopeful look in your eyes.

"Of course," Jeongwoo replied, curious about your request.

"Could you take me with you on your ship?"

Jeongwoo's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"See, I want to experience life as a pirate without being the captain. I've always been sheltered and protected, spending my days confined to that room because my crewmates feared for my safety. I want to be a regular crewmate and see what life is like beyond my previous duties. Please, bring me along to your ship."

Jeongwoo hesitated, taken aback by your request. "I'm sorry, but..."

"Please, I promise I won't be a burden. I was always the brains behind our quests, I can help out if you need it. I'll be good company, and once I find a new place to live, I'll leave, I promise!"

"Y/N," he interrupted, seriousness in his voice tone, "I'm a Blackbeard pirate." He braced himself for your reaction, unsure of how you would take the news.

But instead of being devastated or shocked, you looked at him with a knowing smile. "Oh, I already knew. The moment I laid eyes on your knife, I recognized it. That type of blade is exclusively crafted for Blackbeard's crew. I intentionally left yours in my room to make it look like you're the one who caused my death."

Jeongwoo's eyes widened in surprise, his secret now out in the open. "You knew all along?"

You nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. "I told you I'm smart."

"And you still want to join my father's crew?" Jeongwoo asked, concern etched on his face.

"Father? Oh, that's news to me," you replied with a hint of surprise. "But yes, I do!"

"Listen, if he finds out you're Whitebeard, he might do something drastic. I am his son, but I have no idea what he's capable of." Jeongwoo warned, his worry palpable.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take. After all, I'm already familiar with pain." you said, a tinge of determination in your voice as you alluded to your health condition.

Jeongwoo carefully considered the situation, contemplating his father's nature and your resolute spirit. Finally, he made a decision.

"Alright. You can come with me. I'll help you get the medicines you need and we'll disguise your appearance so that your crewmates won't recognize you if they happen to come across us. Having white hair won't exactly blend in well with my crew."

You listened attentively, ready to fulfill your part in the plan.

"But there's one more thing," Jeongwoo continued. "We will have to convince my crew that I killed you, I mean, Whitebeard. It's crucial to ensure your safety. Can you do that?"

A mischievous smile crossed your face as you accepted the challenge. "Consider it done. Together, we'll weave a convincing tale that even Blackbeard himself won't question."

With an agreement in place, you and Jeongwoo embarked on a journey filled with secrets, transformations, and the unpredictable dynamics of a notorious pirate crew.

The crew of Blackbeard was going about their usual activities. Some pirates diligently cleaned the deck, others sharpened their weapons, and a few studied maps. Amidst this routine, the sharp-eyed navigator, Jaehyuk, spotted a tiny boat approaching their ship. He recognized it instantly—Jeongwoo had returned after two long months.

"Jeongwoo is back on the ship!" Jaehyuk’s voice echoed through the air, grabbing the attention of the sailors.

The crew quickly gathered, eagerly awaiting their comrade's arrival. As Jeongwoo stepped onto the deck, he was warmly embraced by his friends.

"Welcome back, mate!" Jihoon, Blackbeard's trusted right-hand man, exclaimed with joy.

However, Jeongwoo's demeanor betrayed a sense of terror rather than excitement. He surveyed the surroundings, his father conspicuously absent. Soon, he would have to reveal the lie he had planned.

"Where's the captain?" Jeongwoo inquired, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"Blackbeard is in his cabin. We're preparing to dock at a new island." Jihoon responded, noting the unusual behavior displayed by the young pirate. "Is something the matter?"

Without uttering a word, Jeongwoo swiftly made his way towards his father's quarters, leaving Jihoon with unanswered questions.

"Well, look who we have here..." Doyoung, the ship's chef, remarked with a sly grin as he peered down at the boat beside the ship, catching sight of you.

Jeongwoo hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock on his father's door. He did it and Blackbeard's voice boomed from within, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Captain. I'm back." Jeongwoo responded, his voice slightly shaky.

There was a brief pause before Blackbeard granted him entry. Jeongwoo pushed open the door and stepped into the room, which resembled more of an office than a living space. A large desk cluttered with papers and boxes of weapons dominated the room's center.

"Hello, Father," Jeongwoo greeted, standing before the imposing desk. Blackbeard remained engrossed in his maps, not bothering to look up.

"I have something important to tell you," Jeongwoo continued, his voice earnest. "I lied about going to trade treasure. In truth, I've been working on a plan to eliminate a rival captain. And... I succeeded. I killed him and burned his ship, leaving one of our knives as proof. I'm certain the news will reach you soon."

"I understand. But you didn't mention the crucial part," Blackbeard stated, his voice laced with curiosity. He fixed his intense gaze on Jeongwoo, waiting for the revelation. “Whom did you kill?”

Taking a deep breath, Jeongwoo summoned his courage and spoke, his voice tinged with both apprehension and resolve. "I... I killed Whitebeard, sir," he confessed, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The significance of his action was not lost on either of them.

He looked down, awaiting his father's reaction, but to his surprise, Blackbeard remained focused on his maps, seemingly unperturbed by the revelation.

"Father?" Jeongwoo stammered, seeking acknowledgment.

Without looking up, Blackbeard replied with a dismissive tone, "I heard you. If what you say is true, then I will wait for the news to reach me in due time."

"Additionally, I brought someone back with me to the ship. I hope that's not a problem." Jeongwoo said.

"Your guest is your responsibility. Now, return to your usual duties. "

Jeongwoo's heart sank at his father's lack of response. It seemed that his confession had fallen on deaf ears. He couldn't help but wonder what lay behind his father's impassive facade.

After leaving his room, Jeongwoo hurried to the boat to bring you up to his room. However, to his surprise, you were no longer there. His crewmates had already taken the initiative to escort you to Jeongwoo's quarters. As he entered the room, he noticed Doyoung lingering by your side, a flirtatious smirk on his face.

"Here's some clothes from our shortest crewmates. These are men's outfits, but it might fit you for now!" Doyoung said, placing the garments in your hands. He made a subtle move, his hand briefly brushing against yours in a flirtatious manner.

Jeongwoo's annoyance grew as he witnessed Doyoung's advances. It seemed that his friend couldn't resist flirting with any woman he encountered.

"Oh, Jeongwoo. Hi!" Doyoung greeted, his playful tone evident. "Did Jeongwoo tell you he's my assistant?"

"I think that's enough, Doyoung" Jeongwoo interjected, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Noticing the tension, you decided to break the ice. "Hey, how did things go with your father?"

Jeongwoo glanced at Doyoung and then turned to you. "Doyoung, could you excuse us for a moment? I need to talk to Y/N privately."

Doyoung shrugged, his flirtatious demeanor fading slightly. "Sure thing, Jeongwoo. I'll catch up with you later."

As Doyoung left the room, Jeongwoo closed the door behind him, creating a sense of privacy for your conversation.

"Did you tell him?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"Yes, I did. But he didn't believe me," Jeongwoo replied, frustration evident in his voice. He paced back and forth within the confines of the small room, trying to process his father's disbelief.

"I see," you nodded, understanding the situation. "Let's not dwell on it for now. It's only a matter of time before news of my... his death spreads throughout the Caribbean."

Jeongwoo sighed, releasing the tension in his brow. "I hope you're right," he murmured, his thoughts preoccupied with the uncertainty of their plan. He shifted gears, changing the topic. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing well," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "The medicine we got on the way is helping a lot with the pain. Your crew has been welcoming and friendly."

Jeongwoo's expression softened, glad to hear that you were finding some comfort amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.

He took a better look at you, taking in your changed appearance. The clothes you wore were clearly mismatched and of questionable quality, and your long hair was concealed beneath a knit cap. The shoes on your feet seemed ill-fitting and out of place.

"Once we land on a commercial island, I'll make sure to get you proper clothing," Jeongwoo assured you, his voice filled with determination.

You nodded appreciatively, grateful for his consideration.

"This is my room. It's very small compared to yours, but it's the only one on the ship. At least I have one advantage as the captain's son," Jeongwoo chuckled, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. "You can keep it to yourself."

"Really? But where will you sleep then?" you asked, concerned about his sleeping arrangements.

"With the other crewmates on the deck," he replied nonchalantly.

"Well, if you can sleep on the floor with them, you might as well sleep on the floor here," you suggested.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he assured you.

"Come on, we've been camping together all these past days. There's no difference between that and sharing a room," you reasoned.

"Fine, I'll think about it. But for now, I have to attend to my duties. Stay here, and we can talk later," Jeongwoo said, his attention turning to his responsibilities.

"Your duties as the cook's assistant?" you teased playfully.

"Hey, stop it!" he exclaimed, a faint smile gracing his face as he left you alone in the room.

The rest of the day deviated from your usual routine. In your previous life as Whitebeard, your days were consumed by studying and strategizing. However, in these past few days with Jeongwoo, you had taken on the role of his mentor, teaching him the art of combat and imparting your knowledge. It has been an enjoyable experience for both of you.

Now, with a moment of solitude, you seized the opportunity to remove your knit cap, allowing your hair to cascade freely. As you explored Jeongwoo's belongings, you stumbled upon a knife. Remembering his words from earlier, you made a decision. Determined to embrace this new chapter in your life, you courageously chopped off all of your white, long hair, leaving it shorter than Jeongwoo's own hair. It symbolized a fresh start, a declaration of your commitment to this new identity.

When Jeongwoo returned to invite you to dinner, he was taken aback by your new visual. The sight surprised him, but it also reassured him of your determination and commitment to this new chapter. You informed him that you weren't hungry at the moment, so he kindly brought you a plate of food to enjoy later.

As the night settled in, Jeongwoo made the decision to accept your request to become roommates. He settled himself on the floor while you took the bed, contemplating what the future held in store for both of you.

The next morning, a loud knock on Jeongwoo's door jolted him awake. Doyoung's voice came through, urgently informing him that Blackbeard wanted to see him. Panic surged through Jeongwoo as he realized you were no longer in your bed. He sprang into action, hastily making his way to the deck, anticipating the worst.

To his astonishment, instead of a tense confrontation, he was greeted with lively music and jubilant celebrations. The crewmates were in high spirits, reveling in the festivities.

“He’s awake!” Doyoung called out, drawing everyone's attention.

Blackbeard turned towards his son, his eyes filled with pride and joy. He opened his arms, welcoming him with warmth.

"My son," he said, placing a hand on Jeongwoo's shoulder. "Last night I sent Jihoon to the nearest island to verify the information you shared. He found this." Blackbeard retrieved a newspaper from his coat and handed it to Jeongwoo. The headline read: "Pirate Whitebeard killed by a member of Blackbeard's crew."

Jeongwoo looked up, his confusion deepening as he saw his father's wide grin. "I am proud of you, son." Blackbeard proclaimed, turning to address the rest of the crew. "My son has killed Whitebeard!" His words were met with cheers and applause, filling the air with jubilation.

Jeongwoo stood in disbelief, his emotions swirling. The truth had been accepted, and his father's pride washed away any doubts he had carried. It was a moment of validation and a turning point in his journey as a pirate.

"Where's Y/N?" Jeongwoo inquired, scanning the surroundings.

"Your new companion? She's over there, reading books to the boys!" Blackbeard pointed towards the stairs where you sat, engrossed in storytelling for the crew members. "It's a rare find to have someone so smart and well-read among us!"

Jeongwoo's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he watched you captivate the crew with your storytelling. Gratitude, pride, and a lingering sense of guilt churned inside him. He had never felt valued by his crew before, and his father had never expressed pride in him until now. The conflicting emotions gnawed at him, but he couldn't deny the happiness that bloomed within.

Doyoung, ever exuberant, nudged Jeongwoo towards the festivities. "Let's celebrate!" he exclaimed, urging him to join the merry chaos unfolding around them.

And so they celebrated, laughter and music filling the air throughout the day. Jeongwoo revealed the joyous atmosphere, savoring the newfound recognition and acceptance. Yet, underneath it all, the weight of his guilt remained, a constant reminder of the choices he had made.

The following day, Jeongwoo found himself relieved of his duties in the kitchen. Blackbeard had a different plan for him - to train his battle skills under the guidance of Jihoon. It was a clear indication that his father saw potential in him beyond being a mere cook's assistant.

Meanwhile, you were slowly carving out your own place on the ship. Your ability to read and your intelligence had garnered respect from the crewmates. You found yourself aiding them with your knowledge, and even Blackbeard himself sought your assistance. In return, you received new clothes more suitable for a female pirate, as well as supplies of medicines and books to feed your thirst for knowledge.

Jeongwoo, too, experienced a transformation. He was bestowed with a new sword, a stylish monocle, and a pirate hat that accentuated his growing stature within the crew. Everything seemed to be falling into place, almost too perfectly.

As the months passed, Jeongwoo vowed to prove himself even more, to earn his place honestly and make his father truly proud. Yet, deep inside, despite the newfound recognition and joy, he couldn't fully embrace it without confronting the truth that simmered beneath the surface.

"Land ahoy!" Jihoon shouted, breaking the silence in the ship.

Blackbeard, standing beside Jeongwoo, turned his attention to his son. "Do you think that's the right island?" he inquired, testing Jeongwoo's knowledge and instincts.

"Yes, sir." Jeongwoo responded confidently, his gaze fixed upon the island ahead.

You, too, recognized the island. It held a special place in your memory, as it was rumored to be the location of an ancient treasure. However, you had never had the opportunity to search for it, as your fellow sailors deemed it too dangerous for you to venture ashore.

“Let me see…” Blackbeard assessed his crew, pondering who should accompany him on this expedition. After a brief pause, he made his decision. "Jihoon, Junghwan, Jeongwoo... and Y/N," he announced. "The four of you will join me. The rest can remain on the ship."

The crew members were taken aback by his decision to bring you, a girl, along on the expedition. They were well aware of the island's dangers, knowing that other pirates might be lurking there. However, despite their surprise, no one dared to intervene or question their captain's choice.

Blackbeard's trusted right-hand man, approached you with a serious expression. "Can you handle a sword?" he inquired, assessing your combat abilities.

"I'm actually better with guns," you replied confidently, recognizing your own strengths.

Jihoon nodded in understanding, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a gun, which he handed to you. "Good choice." he remarked, acknowledging your preference and arming you accordingly.

As you accepted the weapon, a sense of determination washed over you. “Thank you.”

You noticed Jeongwoo stealing glances at you with his familiar anxiousness. Understanding his concern, you nodded reassuringly, silently communicating that you were prepared for the journey ahead.

After the ship docked on the island, the five of you disembarked and ventured into the forest. The dense vegetation made progress difficult, but Blackbeard and the other two crewmates forged a path ahead, diligently following the directions on the map while clearing obstacles along the way. Jeongwoo and you trailed a few steps behind them, engaged in a quiet conversation.

"You should have said you didn't want to come," Jeongwoo voiced his worry.

"Why would I? It sounds like an adventure," you replied with a hint of excitement in your voice.

"But it's dangerous, especially for you." he expressed his concern.

"Don’t underestimate me, Jeongwoo. Despite my limitations, I still possess a wealth of experience." you assured him confidently. "I was once a great fighter before my health condition started to manifest. In the early days of my crew, I always embarked on new adventures.”

Jeongwoo's apprehensive expression softened as he took in your words. He couldn't help but appreciate your bravery and determination, even if it worried him.

"I'm actually glad you came with us..." Jeongwoo admitted. "I don't think i could do it without you."

"Absolutely, we're a team now," you replied. "A crew within the crew!"

The boy couldn't help but think about how different you and Blackbeard were. While you were known for your kindness and care, Blackbeard was renowned for his strength, brusqueness, and his position at the forefront of battles. The juxtaposition of your gentle nature and his fierce demeanor struck a chord with Jeongwoo, prompting him to realize that not every captain had to conform to the same mold.

As you continued your trek through the dense forest, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught your attention. Your instincts heightened, and you swiftly halted your movement, causing Jeongwoo to turn towards you, a questioning look on his face. With a finger pressed to your lips, you silenced him, your senses alert and focused.

A strange, almost imperceptible sound reached your ears, causing a shiver to run down your spine. It was a sound that didn't belong in the natural rhythm of the forest. Gripping the gun that had been entrusted to you, you prepared yourself for the unexpected.

Breaking the silence with a commanding voice, you called out into the surrounding wilderness "We know you are here! Show yourselves!"

The declaration startled not only Jeongwoo, but also Blackbeard, Jihoon, and Junghwan. They turned their heads, scanning their surroundings with wide eyes, suddenly aware of the imminent threat.

In a matter of moments, the once seemingly tranquil forest came alive with movement. Figures surged from the foliage, surrounding you and your crew in a threatening formation.

"I see you have a map here," one of the enemy pirates jeered, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. "Give me that, big boy," he taunted.

The audacity of the pirate's words sent a ripple of amusement through the crew, as they witnessed someone daring to challenge the infamous their captain. Blackbeard's laughter echoed through the air, a deep, menacing sound that reverberated with power.

Without hesitation, Blackbeard drew his sword and his crewmates followed suit. The clash of steel filled the clearing as the two opposing forces collided in a fierce battle.

You and Jeongwoo fought side by side initially, hwever, the sheer numbers and tenacity of the opposing pirates overwhelmed you. In the chaos of the skirmish, you found yourself pushed back, stumbling and falling to the forest floor. But Jeongwoo remained in his protection, his unwavering loyalty shining through.

The battle raged on. Each swing of a sword, each evasive maneuver, and each determined strike propelled the conflict forward. The forest floor became a battleground, marred by the footprints of those engaged in the struggle.

Despite the enemy's relentless assault, Blackbeard's crew fought with a ferocity and skill that set them apart. The enemy pirates, though formidable, paled in comparison to the experienced warriors under Blackbeard's command.

Finally, the tides of battle began to turn in your favor. The enemy pirates, weakened and disheartened, succumbed to the relentless assault of Blackbeard's crew. The forest grew quiet, the heavy breaths of combatants punctuating the stillness.

As the final enemy pirate fell, defeated and broken, a sense of triumph and relief washed over the clearing. The remaining combatants stood tall, their bodies bruised and bloodied, but their spirits unyielding. Blackbeard's crew had emerged victorious, their reputation for strength and indomitable willpower reaffirmed.

Blackbeard firmly grasped the pirate who had dared to speak insolently before, his powerful hand closing around the young man's neck. Bloodstains marred the defeated boy's battered face, yet he still managed a defiant smile through the pain.

As you struggled to rise from the forest floor, Jeongwoo hurried to your side, concern etched across his features. He noticed that your white hair, previously covered by a knit hat, was now exposed. A sense of urgency filled the air as you frantically searched for the lost hat amidst the sand. Jeongwoo, ever attentive, joined in the search, determined to find it for you.

However, before the hat could be retrieved, Blackbeard's commanding voice broke through the commotion. "Jeongwoo? Come here, son," he beckoned, his grip on the pirate tightening as he pressed him against a nearby tree.

Jeongwoo obeyed, making his way towards his father's imposing figure.

As Jeongwoo stood beside Blackbeard, his father's piercing gaze bore into the captive pirate. Blackbeard's free hand reached into his coat, retrieving a knife adorned with the unmistakable mark of Blackbeard's crew. The knife, reminiscent of the one he had used when he first encountered you.

"Take this knife," Blackbeard commanded, placing it in Jeongwoo's hand. "Let's teach this kid a lesson. Show me exactly what you did to Whitebeard."

Jeongwoo's heart pounded in his chest as the weight of his father's expectations settled upon him. He tightened his grip on the knife, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.

Blackbeard callously dropped the defenseless pirate to the ground, creating a space for his son to reenact a murder that had never occurred. His request bore down on Jeongwoo, leaving him disoriented and unable to think straight. He had never imagined his father would be capable of demanding such a horrific act, yet deep down, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Go ahead, son," Blackbeard urged, his voice cold and demanding. "Kill this bastard and burn his body afterwards. Show us that you're capable of being my successor."

Jeongwoo stood frozen, his mind in turmoil. Every fiber of his being rebelled against the notion of carrying out his father's command. The weight of the knife in his hand felt like an anchor, dragging him into an abyss of moral conflict.

Time seemed to stand still as a deafening silence enveloped the forest. Blackbeard's frustration boiled over, his anger erupting in a primal scream that reverberated through the air.

"SHOW US!" Blackbeard bellowed, his voice filled with rage and disappointment.

But Jeongwoo couldn't bring himself to carry out such a heinous act. He refused to become a mere pawn in his father's ruthless game, to succumb to the darkness that Blackbeard represented.

"I won't..." Jeongwoo whispered, his voice barely audible.

"What? What the hell did you say?" Blackbeard seethed, his face contorted with anger.

Summoning his courage, Jeongwoo spoke with a newfound strength. "I said I won't kill him!" he declared, his words clear and resolute.

Instantly, his father's fist collided with his face, a brutal punch that sent Jeongwoo sprawling to the ground. The force of the blow reverberated through the air, the sound of impact echoing in the silence that engulfed the scene. The crew stood frozen, their gazes fixed upon the fallen young man, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched upon their faces.

"Enough!" a commanding voice rang out, cutting through the tension. Surprisingly, it was you.

Standing tall and defiant, you aimed your gun directly at Blackbeard himself.

"Put an end to this madness, Blackbeard," you demanded, your voice steady and unwavering. "Your son has made his choice, and you will respect it."

A stunned silence descended upon the forest as all eyes turned to you, the unexpected voice of reason in this chaotic scene.

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like this?" Blackbeard screamed, his voice filled with fury and disbelief.

"Whitebeard..." a voice interjected, joining the tense conversation. It was the defeated pirate whom Jeongwoo had refused to kill. He spoke slowly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've always heard whispers on my island, rumors that a young girl was kidnapped from our church to serve as a scribe on a pirate ship, but instead she became the captain. The girl with the unmistakable white hair. Now I see, my people were right all along.”

The revelation hung in the air, casting a spell of astonishment over the assembled crowd.

Blackbeard's face contorted with a mixture of emotions—shock, denial, and a flicker of recognition. The realization that the formidable Whitebeard, revered as a fierce male pirate, was in fact a kidnapped child who had seized her own destiny.

In that moment, the power dynamics shifted, eroding the foundation of established hierarchies.

As the crew stood frozen in shock at the revelation, the fallen enemies seized the opportunity to strike back. Swiftly, they immobilized Junghwan and Jihoon, their movements deft and calculated. Meanwhile, Jeongwoo remained sprawled on the ground, still recovering from the forceful blow he had received.

Blackbeard regained his senses and unsheathed his sword, charging towards you with lethal intent. His eyes burned with rage and his sword gleamed menacingly in the sunlight. But before he could reach you, a resounding gunshot pierced the air, causing Blackbeard to halt in his tracks.

He clutched his chest, his hand stained with crimson blood, as his body crumpled to the ground.

The source of the gunshot was not you, however; it was the defeated pirate who had found an opportunity for redemption. He had chosen to intervene, taking justice into his own hands.

You rushed to Jeongwoo's side, your hands cradling his face gently as you tried to convey the depth of your emotions. The confusion in his eyes slowly gave way to clarity as the reality of the situation settled upon him.

"Jeongwoo..." you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and compassion.

He looked at you, his gaze filled with uncertainty and searching for answers. "Y/N... What happened to my dad?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"Jeongwoo..." you began, your voice catching in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm so sorry..."

Before you could finish your sentence, the assassin who had intervened earlier, stood before you, interrupting the somber moment. He addressed you respectfully, seeking confirmation of his suspicions.

"Milady," The boy spoke, his tone filled with reverence. "Was I right? Are you the girl who was kidnapped from Pueblo Esperanza?”

You nodded amidst your tears, acknowledging the truth. "Yes. It is true."

"My name is Haruto. I lived there as well. I think I recall seeing you when I was young. A white-haired girl like is not easy to forget.” He said, extending his hand towards you. "We should leave. Their crew is now aware of our presence, and they'll come searching due to the gunshots. I can guide us to safety."

Your gaze shifted briefly to Jihoon and Junghwan, who were bound and held captive by Haruto's crewmates. Then, your attention returned to Jeongwoo, his expression clouded with conflicting emotions.

"Jeongwoo, please, come with me." you pleaded, tears streaming down your face.

"Did you kill him?" He asked, his mind still confused because of the attack he suffered.

"I didn't kill your father. I never wanted any of this."

Jeongwoo's eyes narrowed as he processed your words, the weight of his own emotions evident. He uttered his thoughts slowly, his words heavy with regret and pain. "I should've killed you first."

The anguish in his voice pierced your heart, and you recoiled as if struck by his words. Desperate to reach him, to bridge the growing chasm between you, you moved your face closer to his, your voice filled with a mix of sorrow and determination.

Desperately, you pleaded with Jeongwoo, tears streaming down your face. "Please, listen to me… I can't do this without you…" you begged, your voice filled with anguish.

But Jeongwoo's response was a soft whisper, barely audible. "Don't touch me."

The weight of his words struck you like a blow, leaving you stunned and heartbroken. Slowly, you rose to your feet, your eyes devoid of any remaining hope or emotion. In that moment, you felt a profound emptiness settle within you.

You turned to Haruto and accepted his outstretched hand. "Don't kill them," you uttered, your voice barely a whisper, but filled with a resolute plea.

Haruto met your gaze, his expression unreadable. "As you wish," he replied, his tone tinged with a mix of understanding and restraint.

As you bid farewell, there was a bittersweet feeling in the air, knowing that your time together had come to an end. And thus, your journey took a different path from Jeongwoo. The circumstances had led you to part ways, each pursuing your own destiny.

After regaining his senses, Jeongwoo found himself confined to his father's bed on the ship. For two weeks, he secluded himself in that room, needing time to process the overwhelming events that had unfolded. Memories and emotions swirled within him as he struggled to come to terms with the loss of his father.

When he finally mustered the strength to step out of the room, the crew's solemn faces confirmed the grim truth—Blackbeard was no longer alive. The weight of grief settled heavily upon Jeongwoo's shoulders, a reminder of the void left by his father's absence.

In the midst of this somber moment, another revelation awaited Jeongwoo. The crew had chosen Jihoon as the new captain, recognizing his strength and leadership qualities. However, Jihoon surprised everyone by stepping down from the position. He declared that Jeongwoo had always been the true successor, even if his father had never explicitly acknowledged it.

Jeongwoo's heart swelled with a mix of emotions — grief for his father's passing, astonishment at Jihoon's unwavering support, and a newfound sense of responsibility. The weight of his heritage and the expectations of the crew now rested upon his shoulders.

For his first order as the new captain, Jeongwoo didn't request weapons or treasure. Instead, he had a different goal in mind. He gathered the crew together and instructed them to bring forth all the maps they had in their possession. It was time to embark on a quest to uncover a specific place, a place of significance.

As the crew members spread out their maps on the deck, Jeongwoo's eyes scanned the collection. He studied each map carefully, searching for a particular name that held deep meaning to him.

"I found it..." Jeongwoo spoke the words aloud, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and determination. With a steady hand, he traced the outline of a small island on his own map, marking its location.

Pueblo Esperanza, the village you were born in.

You awoke in a cozy bed, the gentle breeze and melodious chirping of birds filling the air around you. As you rose from the bed, the cool touch of the concrete floor greeted your bare feet.

Casting a glance at the mirror, you took in your appearance. Your hair had grown, cascading down to your shoulders, and you wore a comfortable nightgown. With a sense of purpose, you reached into your bag and selected a simple dress, swiftly changing into it. Slipping on a pair of shoes, you completed your morning preparations.

Exiting the room, you made your way to the living room of the house. There, seated at the table, was a woman dressed in a religious outfit. As she patiently waited, a warm smile graced your lips.

"Good morning," you greeted her, your voice filled with genuine kindness.

"Oh, good morning, dear," she responded kindly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," you replied. "I'm still adjusting to being on land instead of the ocean, though."

"Well, you better not get too used to it if you plan on returning," she responded, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Haruto seems quite eager to come back to the sea."

You contemplated her words for a moment before expressing your thoughts. "Well, he only came here to visit, but... I still haven't decided if I want to continue my life as a pirate."

The woman nodded with a sense of understanding. "That's perfectly alright, my dear. You are welcome to stay here at the church for as long as you need."

"I appreciate that," you replied, a sense of gratitude in your voice. "I have a feeling that Pueblo Esperanza has many things in store for me."

author's note 2: i'm so sorry about the sad ending T-T... please don't be mad a me haha. i'm thinking about writing a part 2, but i'm still not sure... anyway, i'm sorry again!

#treasure scenarios #treasure imagines #jeongwoo imagine #park jeongwoo scenarios #park jeongwoo imagines #jeongwoo scenarios #yg treasure #treasure #hyunsuk #jihoon #yoshi #junkyu #jaehyuk #asahi #doyoung #jeongwoo #haruto #junghwan #trsr

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wooahaes · 1 year

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do you feel the same way? (i’m not curious...)

pairing: non-idol!doyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff! friends to lovers.

word count: 0.4k~

warnings: confessions. a lil skinship and a lil kiss.

daisy’s notes: sorry this ones short!! (i have a doctors appointment tomorrow as of the day im writing this haha im just trying to stay ahead in my schedule)

Doyoung had pulled together a surprise party for you and some of your friends. It’d been a sweet enough affair, but now you were sitting outside on his balcony for a few minutes alone as his friends were leaving. As much as you loved the party, you wanted a few minutes to yourself.

Doyoung stepped out soon enough, saying something about how Hyunsuk was handling some of the clean-up now. You knew that his friend (and one of his roommates--Hyunsuk had let him move in due to their history as friends) had a soft spot for him, and that was probably why he was getting out of cleaning up. “Did you enjoy it?” He sat down next to you, his knee pressed against your own.

“It was nice, Dobby,” you leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for planning it.”

He smiled a little, hand brushing against your own. “Of course. We’re... friends,” he said after a moment. You could feel him shift, glancing inside, and he finally let out this long, heavy sigh. “I told them I’d tell you, so I’ll ask. Do you feel the same way as me?”

You perked up, sitting up again. “Huh?”

“Everyone keeps saying ‘she likes you, so just confess already,’ but I told them that you don’t like me like that--” He took a deep breath. “I like you. I was going to wait to tell you, but...”

“Yes.”

“I know I shouldn’t have done this on your birthday--” He paused, realizing you had spoken up. “... Yes?” And when you nodded, his eyes widened. “When?!”

With a soft laugh, you leaned in to peck his cheek. “For a while, dummy! I just didn’t know how you felt.”

He turned to you, laughing softly as he mumbled something about how maybe his friends were right. Then his gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment. “You can say no,” he started. “But... Can I kiss you?”

With a tiny nod, he leaned in. His kiss was short and sweet, but his eyes were twinkling when he pulled back. His hand found your own, thumb running over your knuckles as he gazed into your eyes with a sappy smile on his face.

“I’ll take you on a real date soon,” he said, before standing up. He offered a hand to you. “So be ready for that!”

You’d happily hold him to that any day. But for now you would settle for asking him to walk you home, just to spend more time with him, his fingers intertwined with your own for each slow step you took together.

taglist: @twancingyunhao

#wooahaes.fic #treasure x reader #treasure imagine #treasure x you #trsr x reader #trsr imagine #trsr x you #doyoung x reader #kim doyoung x reader #kim doyoung x you #doyoung x you #wooahaes.23

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mashimarshmello · 2 years

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~Halloween with Treasure~

request: “can i request? Halloween with treasure? thank you!!!”

a/n: ngl i rushed this 😅. this is more of a relationship hc though bc halloween couples are cute sometimes. i also based most of them on their costumes this year. i hope i made it to your liking :)

hyunsuk

you told hyunsuk you had this fun thing planned for halloween and he was so excited, but when he came over you told him you two were watching insidious and insidious 2. he whined but you told him it wasn’t that scary..to you. and when i tell you he was holding onto you for dear life, i’m not playing. i swear you seen him shed a tear 😭 but you give him all the hugs and kisses after the bs you put him through.

jihoon

you would try to find jihoon around the house to show him your costume just for him to be hiding. as you walk around, he jumps out and scares you with the creepy purge mask on. it scares the sh*t out of you so you punch him in the face as your fight reflexes come on. as bad as you felt, you spent the halloween cleaning his face and caring for him as he sits there and pouts even though you apologized multiple times.

yoshi

you two dress up and two characters from tokyo revengers. yoshi dressed up as chifuyu and you think he looks so cute so you two take pictures. then you two do pumpkin carving and bake cookies and every cute little treat you two could buy and ironically watch tokyo revengers as this night dials down.

junkyu

he would want to have matching outfits with you. so you two are both witches this halloween and junkyu spends 20 minutes taking pictures of you guys. then he starts taking a bunch of pictures of himself and you had to hit him with your little broomstick to make him get off the phone lol. y’all were in a s’more mood so you got junkyu singing for you while you and him roasted marshmallows outside by the fire.

mashiho

i can definitely see him wanting to actually trick or treat. you dress up as a ‘men in black’ person while he’s in a cute pumpkin costume. long story short it was a dare, but he flaunted his cute pumpkin self and there were a couple people who might’ve mistaken him for a child. but he got good candy for it.💀

jaehyuk

since he felt cool, jaehyuk wanted to go to a party. you took him to a local one and he was ready to get down…only for him to come back to you saying he wanted to go home because he wasn’t feeling it anymore lmao. so you two go back home and you put on coraline as he cuddles up against you making his night.

asahi

you wanted to scare asahi this halloween and you try everything. scary mask, fake blood, light flickering, etc. but nothin was working. when he wanted to show you his costume he tapped on your shoulder and you turned around and jumped as you see kanoashi just standing there. asahi sincerely asked if you were okay but you two laughed it off.

yedam

you two would be watching scary movies too. right now, the movie scream is playing and yedam would say he’s not scared but you laugh and tease him every time he hides under the cover since you watched the movie before knowing what happens in every scene.

doyoung

he would want to party. you wonder why out of all the times he wants to go to a party in an outfit, he goes in a mario costume but you two go anyway. doyoung tells you the most corniest halloween pick up lines the whole night. one of them went “call me a jack-o-lantern because something lights up inside of me when i see you.” but you couldn’t take him seriously in the costume he was wearing.

haruto

you would take haruto to his first haunted house. you know haruto doesn’t like haunted houses but you drag him to one anyway telling him they aren’t as scary as they seem. as soon as he steps in there, he gets nervous and ask you to hold his hand. but he soon starts screaming like every two seconds. he screamed almost the whole time and when you two got out of there, you see a red, teary eyed haruto sniffling. you hold in your laugh and he cracks his voice saying “don’t ever put me through that again.”

jeongwoo

you two have a whole halloween movie marathon. you and jeongwoo watch hotel transylvania, monster house, goosebumps, scooby doo, that one spongebob episode with the hash slinging slasher 💀. you watch it all because he’s a scaredy-cat and doesn’t want to admit it, but he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.

junghwan

you two have your matching ninja costumes and buckets ready and you two roam around town collecting halloween candy. junghwan was prepared to show off his “ninja skills” to get more treats (which surprisingly worked). you two went back to eat on the candy that was collected.

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jikjinz · 7 months

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hi! i'm new to your blog! i noticed you opened up hard hours so i thought i would share some of my doyoung (trsr) thoughts with you 😵‍💫

so you know how doyoung is very flirty and confident? he's got a natural charm and he uses it well. i was imagining he'd act exactly like that at first when he's horny and you're making out, and he's all handsy on you and making you moan (which gives him an even bigger ego trip because he's like 'yeah, only i can make you feel this good'). but then the flip side is that when you dominate HIM instead, taking him off guard as you push him down and sit on his lap, teasing him, after some encouragement and suppression of noises he gets all whiney and needy 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ i'm just picturing his long, pretty eyelashes fluttering as he begs you to do something, anything, arching his back and biting his pink lips. squirming underneath you, bucking his hips up desperately. gawwddd it's all i can think about 😭 and his wrists would look so pretty with some ribbon tied around them.....

- 🍊 anon !!

hello 🍊 anon!!! feel free to drop by any time with any thought you have!!! glad to have you here 💞

yes, he's extremely flirty and loves it when he makes you feel so good. he's the one who can make you moan and whimper so prettily; it's music to his ears and he'll gatekeep it forever.

but he likes to be the babygirl sometimes as well.

sit on his lap, get handsy with him, and he'll give in immediately. he'll whine loudly if you tie his hands to the headboard of the bed with the silky pink ribbon; because he cannot not touch you!!! he has to have an access to your skin!!!!

try to tease him though and you'll end up with a crying mess instead of your pretty boy!

i feel like doyoung is the type to get impatient very quickly, which often leads to him to getting off just by grinding himself on your clothed core, between your thighs, or your hands. try to edge him and he'll flutter those pretty eyelashes at you, getting you under his spell.

sorry for the quality but getting to writing after long break and while being sick is another type of experience lmao i need to uncrust my skills

#qna:answered #🍊 anon #treasure doyoung #doyoung smut #treasure smut

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seung-scrittore · 2 years

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pollen. || k.dy × reader (teaser)

≠ genre; rivals / enemies to lovers, slight angst

≠ pairing; florist!doyoung × gn!reader

≠ warning; mockery? (if i missed anything, let me know!)

≠ wc; 0.4k

≠ ( a/n; i wasnt going to release a teaser originally but rival!doyoung has rotted in my brain<3 + who could miss an opportunity to post on friday the 13th?? -even if it isnt a horror fic-)

≠ requested by @sunoo-bby

aa....achoo

That was about the third sneeze your coworker had let out in the past half hour, and quite frankly you were getting tired of saying;

"Bless you!"

"Thank you, I swear allergy season never hits me this hard," he chuckled, bringing his hand to the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." It was in fact, not fine. You were more than irritated by the constant distractor that was your coworker. Not to mention since your manager had hired Doyoung, income had gone way up. Which was great for business but terrible for you.

See, your manager was resigning soon and the quaint store would need a new manager. Both you and Doyoung had come to the conclusion that the new manager was bound to be one of the two of you.

This possible promotion had sparked a subtle rivalry between the two of you, though you kept friendly faces, each of you knew that when one of you failed to make a sale or the other tripped over their words when talking to a customer, the other had an overwhelming feeling of relief.

Your usual relief was doubled the second you discovered that your current rival, who worked in a flower shop, had severe allergies during spring.

Despite your competitive nature, you didn't exactly hate Doyoung, so when he let out yet another sneeze, "Bless you," you sympathized, "Hey if you'd like, I can take care of that shipment of azaleas coming in later."

His eyes seemed to narrow in response, "Really?"

"Well I can't have you sneezing all over the delivery guy, can I? What would that say about business?" You chuckled whilst you flipped the front door sign so that the Open side faced the street.

Doyoung mimicked your chuckle, "And here I thought you were trying to look good, how considerate."

He said it with a smile and a light voice, but you didn't miss the underlying mockery.

Propping the door open with the small metal doorstop attached at the foot of the frame, you rolled your eyes. Once you'd turned back to him, you smiled and walked up to him, letting your hand rest on his shoulder.

"It's easy to confuse the actual meaning of things," you smiled and patted his shoulder, walking past him towards the cashier.

"Is that supposed the mean something ___?"

"Only if you want it to, personally I thought of our manager; taking our cries for a raise as a joke."

You chuckled through your response, though there was definitely no joy in your words.

That conversation sparked a new kind of rivalry between the two of you, a not-so-friendly one.

tagging; @shysakuno , @sunoo-bby , @tbzloonar , @yedammi , @kdiarynet , @kflixnet

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lyjikyu · 3 years

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オヤスミ ★ アサヒ

" trans: good night " I'm just so in love with the thought of going to asahi's dorm to relax ><

“hello there 'sahi.” you speak quietly, as it was already night time and you didn't want to disturb the other members who were asleep, especially junghwan who had school tomorrow. the young male– who owned the nickname you just spoke turns his head to face you– smiling when he realizes how adorable you looked peeking behind the door.

asahi stands up and lets you inside, closing the door behind you. you sit on the couch, happy that he knows already what you're here for. it had become your nightly routine to come over to his dorm and help him with his songs or just comfort and relax with him on the sofa. and believe it or not asahi was the one who suggested to do this.

“asahi how many more minutes 'till you finish that?” you ask as you come over behind his chair and placing your chin on his head. “four more. you can wait right y/n?” he says knowing that you can be a little bit impatient sometimes. but you nod your head– wrapping your arms around his neck. asahi leans his head backwards so your lips can meet and plants a short kiss before going back to finishing his song.

you had gotten used to this little actions of his but certainly your heart was not, and it would keep beating everytime he does so. you smile before letting go of your arms from his neck and walking back to the couch to sit down and entertain yourself with your phone.

an hour has passed and you start to feel drowsy, asahi notices this and grabs a blanket. as he sits down next you, he carefully moves your head to his side so you can rest on his shoulder. smiling, he wraps both you and him with the blanket and kisses the top of your head before joining you to sleep.

please I just want to live a life where I can hangout inside asahi's room everyday (ノT＿T)ノ＾┻━┻ also this might be the last one shot I will do for awhile, since im going to be doing a lot of headcannons !!!

TREASURE MASTERLIST

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artjungwon · 3 years

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creating treasure subunits because i can

yedam × jeongwoo: our dear main vocals, i can already hear the conforting songs that this subunit would give us

song i'd give them: hug by seventeen

hyunsuk × doyoung × haruto: dope rap parts and doyoung vocals!!!! also would have a crazy choreo because they're all incredible dancers

song i'd give them: movie star by cix

jaehyuk × asahi: underrated vocals line also jaehyuk would finally get the lines that he deserves and pls a asahi production

song i'd give them: soso by winner

jihoon × junkyu: they would serve so much??? also imagine how funny the promos would be with jihoon teasing the hell out of junkyu

song i'd give them: bad idea by moonbin & sanha (astro)

hyunsuk × yoshi × haruto: the rapline unit we deserve, i fr hope we'll have a rapline track sometime soon tho

song i'd give them: ugh! by bts

jeongwoo × junghwan: iksan bros because just imagine the vocals and the choreos (and raps bc we all know they're all rounders) we'd get with them

song i'd give them: wish you were here by superm

yoshi × mashiho × asahi × haruto: if we get the jline on album both in korean and in japanese i might die ngl

song i'd give them: 24h by seventeen

hyunsuk × jihoon: the whole package; vocals, rap, dance, visuals in a single subunit. yeah ik you wanna see it too

song i'd give them: baby don't stop by nct u

haruto × jeongwoo: no because they always give us the most iconic covers like oh yeah and stack it up and we desperately need an update

song i'd give them: stay up by baekhyun ft. beenzino

jihoon × asahi × jeongwoo: ngl i don't really have an explanation for this one, it's just my bias line and i would like to see it happen because i know they would eat everything up

song i'd give them: 0x1=lovesong (ikily) by txt

✉💗 sorry for not putting some members as much as the others i didn't want to make it too long but i'll do a part 2 if it works well!! what's a subunit you'd like to see in trsr??

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milkybonya · 2 years

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i'll hate you until...

order 033, @luvbrie : small classic milk tea with pudding for treasure's Doyoung

summary: barista!Doyoung hates you... until you show your skills and he falls in love :")

word count: ~900

barista 🥛's 💌: i also made this a barista!au and i hope that's okay >.< it got so close to 1k words 'cause i got so excited making the plot and backstories ahh

Doyoung slams your drink down on the counter. luckily there's a lid on it, so not a lot of it spills. you scoff at him and take it without offering a thanks.

"why do you always come here when the barista's so rude to you?" your friend, Asahi, asks.

"the drinks are good and the atmosphere is nice," you say, walking over to some seats to sit down.

Doyoung, a young, part time barista at your favourite café is always there every time you come in. he doesn't want to be there when you are, but it just happens. he watches over you while wiping the counter clean, the same counter that he just made a mess of after slamming your drink on it because of his own pettiness.

why does Doyoung hate you? well, you piss him off. from the first day you walked in when he was working and acted so close with all the workers...

"who's this? a new guy?" you said, nodding in Doyoung's direction. he bowed his head and continued working on the drink he was making.

"yeah. he's still learning," Hyunsuk, a superior barista said, ruffling Doyoung's hair.

"how cute," you replied, smiling at the boy and watching him.

when he finally finished your drink and handed it to you, you pouted slightly.

"well, Doyoung, let me let you in on something since you're new. when you hand the drink out, make sure the cup and lid are clean. even a drop of coffee could make the customer angry. put a sleeve around it too, okay? whether cold or hot, you don't want to damage the customer's hands!" you explained before taking a sip from the drink.

"ah... i asked for a latte but you gave me a cappuccino? i can tell the milk has been steamed to be more foamy, like a cappuccino," you continued.

"we'll get you a replacement right away, y/n," Hyunsuk said, nudging Doyoung to get going.

"no, that's okay!" you said, taking your drink and leaving.

"hey, what happened? you haven't messed up like this before, yet. did y/n make you nervous? try not to mess up around them again, okay? they're a regular here and used to work as a barista, too," Hyunsuk told Doyoung.

Doyoung clenched his fists.

who the hell were you and why were you ordering him around?

that's where it all started, and you have no clue that Doyoung hates you because of that incident.

you talk to Asahi as you each try your drinks. the new menu items are good and Doyoung has actually done a good job of making them. too bad he's so mean to you for no reason, or you would've been good friends.

"y/n! hey, y/n!!" you hear a familiar voice call out.

you turn around to find Hyunsuk rushing over and removing his apron.

"y/n, are you busy for the next hour? i need to talk to our suppliers, it's an emergency. can you fill in while i'm gone? we're super short-staffed," Hyunsuk says, tying the apron around you when you stand up in shock.

"i didnt mean to-" you start.

"thanks, y/n!" Hyunsuk cheers before walking out.

you look at Asahi, who shrugs his shoulders yet urges you to go.

"i'll sit and watch," he says with a smile, and you almost smack him.

Doyoung frowns deeply when you open the 'staff only' door and step in.

"this is staff only," he huffs in a low voice.

"i am staff for an hour. Hyunsuk told me to," you explain, grabbing a receipt and getting started on making the drink.

Doyoung scoffs at you and keeps taking orders. he watches you like a hawk and loudly points out any mistake you make. you feel embarrassed but continue on for Hyunsuk's sake.

when you get an order for the new menu item, you know you're screwed. you have no clue how to make it.

"uh.. Doyoung?" you ask, turning to him.

he turns around and rolls his eyes.

"can't even make the new menu item? here. grab the cup.." he explains everything to you by moving your hands around to reach for the things you need, as if you're a baby. it all happens so quickly, but for some reason, the world moves in slow-mo for you. all you focus on is that fact that Doyoung's hands are attached to yours, and it makes your heart race. so soft, his touch...

of course, you were once a pro barista. you still know what you're doing.

"did you get that?" Doyoung asks, and you nod with a determined look on your face.

Doyoung purses his lips together after asking you to go ahead and make the drink while he watches.

you move with speed, remembering every detail, including the precise angle at which Doyoung poured the steamed milk. Doyoung himself watches in amazement. how do a person's hands look so pretty when they're making coffee? is there a breeze in here or is your hair naturally this bouncy and flowy? why does your skin look so soft? why does the way you pout your lips as you work make him want to--

"does this look good?" you ask, snapping Doyoung out of his daze.

"y-yeah," he says, quickly looking away.

"now hand it to the customer."

you do just that, and the customer walks away while giggling to their friend. you don't hear it, but they tell their friend, "did you see the two people behind the counter? they're a blushing mess, as if they got caught kissing or something."

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milkybonya · 2 years

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intersection

order 036, anon: large classic milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for trsr's Doyoung

warnings: none!

summary: just a school day with best friend!Doyoung that somehow ends with confessing and cuddles :P

word count: 1k+

barista 🥛's 💌: even though our Dobby has graduated (>.<) i made this a highschool!au hehe

you race down the street, running hard with your backpack jumping up and down behind you.

"y/n, hurry! we're gonna be late!!" Doyoung shouts from a little further down the street.

he always waits for you every morning by the same intersection so he can walk with you to school. even though you're late this morning, he still waited for you. he was planning on calling you, actually, because he was worried. but when he saw a tiny figure in the distance running towards him in school uniform, he knew you were okay.

"Doyoung, i'm so sorry! i--" you pant, but Doyoung cuts you off. he doesn't need you to explain why you're late. you just being there makes everything okay.

"let's go! we'll be late," he says, grabbing your hand without thinking and running forwards.

although the two of you seem to be running faster than the speed of light to make it to school before the bell rings, everything feels like slow-mo. all you can feel and see is Doyoung's hand in yours, and you can hear nothing but your own heartbeat.

wait.

you shouldn't feel this way! Doyoung is your friend. your best friend. you don't want to ruin your relationship with him... but you can't help it.

Doyoung himself isn't sure if his heart is racing because he's holding your hand or because you're both running so fast, but he ignores it for now.

the two of you manage to make it to class in time, panting and out of breath. you take your seats and try to focus, but it's hard when Doyoung sits right in front of you and has you playing footsies under the table. you can't see his face, but you just know he's hiding his laughter as you gently kick him from under the seat and he kicks you back. it's a wonder the teacher doesn't notice, but it's probably because you sit further back in the class.

when you finally have your lunch break, Doyoung asks if you were able to take all your notes during the class.

"no, because someone was kicking me under the desk," you say.

"hm, i wonder who that was. wanna copy my notes?" Doyoung asks, handing you his notebook.

you're amazed at how he managed to take notes and kick you during class at the same time.

"thank you Doyoung, i love you!" you blurt out, lowering your face and scanning the pages to hide from what you just said.

Doyoung's breath hitches in his throat hearing your confession, even though he knows it was just a friend-confession; just a friendly 'i love you'. so why is his face turning red as he watches you copy down the notes?

"i'll get us something to eat!" Doyoung says, standing up suddenly and leaving the room.

once he's gone, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. being friends with the person you like definitely isn't easy.

Doyoung comes back bearing snacks and drinks. his hands are so full that everything falls onto the table when he approaches you.

"why did you buy so much?" you ask the boy, who looks proud of himself.

"because i didn't know what you want?" Doyoung replies.

you shake your head at him and ruffle his hair, turning his face a light shade of pink. it's amazing that you have the ability to literally change the colour of his face but aren't aware of it.

the two of you share the snacks while you continue copying Doyoung's notes and he watches over you, smiling. he shelters you from the sun with his hands when it starts shining too brightly on you, which must happen a lot because the sun follows flowers like you around often, doesn't it?

towards the end of the school day, you get hungry again so you try to eat one of the leftover snacks. there are a lot of leftovers because there was just too much to eat! you're usually good at eating snacks without your teacher noticing, but unfortunately this time, they were ready to call you out.

"y/n! what is that in your hands?" they ask.

"a-a snack," you respond.

the class quietly giggles at your stutter and Doyoung frowns at everyone.

"you should've done all your eating at lunch. stay after school today and spend an extra hour cleaning," the teacher says, returning to the chalkboard.

"no!" Doyoung suddenly cries, standing up. everyone stares at him.

"i-it... was my fault. i was bothering y/n and didn't let them eat lunch today," he quietly says.

"really? then you can join them after school today!" the teacher says.

Doyoung sits down with a smile. things turned out exactly how he wanted.

"how are we supposed to clean this entire floor in one hour! it can't be done," you whine, stabbing the mop into the ground.

Doyoung cups your face in his hands, and your cheeks are hot to the touch.

"don't worry, okay? we'll get this done!" Doyoung says, starting to sweep the first classroom.

"you can already start mopping the areas i've swept. that way, it'll faster!" Doyoung says.

the two of you proceed that way, being careful to not hit yourselves on the many desks and chairs that litter the classroom. after a while, though, everything feels too quiet, and you get an idea. you go to your bag and find your bluetooth earbuds, placing one in your ear and giving the other to Doyoung to use.

"let's listen to music," you softly say, and Doyoung nods at you with a smile.

he knows for a fact that he'll never forget every single one of those songs that play in the next hour.

you manage to finish cleaning in just 45 minutes and leave home earlier. because it's winter, though, it's already dark out. Doyoung worries about you, since you always have to walk home for a part of the way alone.

"y/n... could you not just sleepover at my house today? i don't want you to walk home alone," he says, reaching for your hand in the darkness and holding it.

his actions today are confusing your heart, but you're definitely not mad. his hand feels soft and you don't ever want him to let go... maybe that's why you agree to sleep at his house right away.

your parents know and love Dobby, so they let you stay over at his house, knowing you're in safe hands. his parents welcome you, too. they set up the dinner table for you and invite you to eat with them. Doyoung sits next to you and both him and his parents add food to your plate, asking you to try and have more of this and that.

you head to bed with a full belly, collapsing on Doyoung's desk chair. he laughs when he finds you sitting in that weird state.

"are you full? i'm glad you ate well," he says, patting your head.

Doyoung sets up a spot for you to sleep on the floor next to his bed, making sure you have enough blankets and pillows. the two of you brush your teeth side by side in the small bathroom, laughing at each other's foamy smiles and purposely bumping into each other.

Doyoung lets you wash up and gives you comfy clothes to wear. he asks you if you want to do your homework and you respond with silence.

"i'm guessing that's a no," he says, throwing a pillow at you from his spot on the bed.

"what do we do, then?" you ask.

"whatever you want," Doyoung says, admiring the way you look in his clothes.

"i want a hug," you mumble mindlessly, but Doyoung gets off his bed and sits beside you with open arms.

"come here, then," he says with a smile.

you dive head-first into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back.

"Doyoung, i want to ask you something," you say, quietly and cautiously.

"what is it?" he responds, sweetly.

"are we just friends?" you ask, your heart racing.

Doyoung gulps as he thinks of how to properly answer your question.

"if you wanted... we could be more," he says.

you look up from his embrace at his round, warm eyes.

"what does that mean?" you ask.

"it means i like you and i'll date you if you like me too," Doyoung softly blurts out.

your knee-jerk reaction is to press your lips against his plump ones. he's taken so aback that he falls over backwards and you fall on top of him, kissing him more deeply now that gravity is pushing you down lower. Doyoung wraps his arms around you as you pull away, silently telling you to stay close.

"you didn't hurt yourself, right?" you ask him, referring to when he fell backwards.

he shakes his head, no, and pats your head with one hand while smiling at you fondly.

"just stay here for a second," he hums, letting you rest your head on his chest as he holds you close.

you can hear his erratic heartbeat and feel his warmth. it's all unfamiliar and new but so nice. you can only hope that it'll happen enough for you to get used to it.

"can't you just sleep next to me on my bed tonight?" Doyoung asks.

you nod and he can feel the movement against his chest. somehow, you can hear his smile. well, maybe you can't hear it, but you can sense it even if you can't see it.

just like that, the two of you fall asleep while curled up together on the ground, mumbling sweet nothings.

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milkybonya · 2 years

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secret admirer | part 7

🌸🧸Junkyu helps the baristas plan something for 🏸 boys🧸🌸

《part 6《

[a/n]: merry christmas (if u celebrate it ☆ if not then happy holidays ♡) !! i hope this is a good gift for u, dear reader <3

》part 8》

summary: a racket boys x treasure crossover--y/n is close with some of the treasure high badminton players and drags themselves as well as the whole team into a big mess. Mashiho has a secret admirer, so does y/n, and the whole team falls apart as they try to connect the dots together.

masterlist

taglist: @jehyvn @girlfromkwangya @harublr @doorangee @rutowonz @enhacolor @en-sun @eunoia-kth @andromedawillburryyou @yoshiikore ♡ send ask to be added!

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milkybonya · 3 years

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secret admirer | part 1

🌸🧸 y/n learns who Mashiho is 🧸🌸

《part 0, 2/2《

[a/n] i wonder what Jeongwoo's wish will end up being... and what did Yedam talk to y/n about? also! pls excuse the mistakes/inconsistencies :c i'm still learning how social media aus work ♡

》part 2》

masterlist

taglist: @jehyvn @girlfromkwangya @harublr @doorangee @rutosruru-world ♡ send ask to be added!

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milkybonya · 2 years

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secret admirer | part 5

🧸🌸 the treasure 🏸 boys have a game coming up 🌸🧸

《part 4《

[a/n]: tensions are high, huh :cc the boys are stressed about the game but also about Mashi's admirer 😭 when will y/n come cleaN

》part 6》

masterlist

taglist: @jehyvn @girlfromkwangya @harublr @doorangee @rutosruru-world @enhacolor @en-sun @eunoia-kth @andromedawillburryyou ♡ send ask to be added!

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lyjikyu · 3 years

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I KNOW A PLACE ✧ ヨシ

lowercase intended

"yoshi.. . Im pretty sure this is against the school rules" you whisper to him. just incase one of the school guards, that work the night shift, might hear you. yoshi looks at you and smiles, mischieviously. "we'll be fine y/n" he speaks, copying the tone of your voice. it was obvious that he, too was also scared of getting caught.

he had — suprisingly invited you to go to school this late at night because he apparently wanted to "hangout". It was a weird invitation, considering yoshi wasn't really the type of person to break the school rules. he was a very good student and you knew that very well as his partner.

yoshi stopped and grabbed something from his pocket which was later on revealed as a set of keys. "wait .. where did you get that?" you ask him – feeling puzzled. he really did plan this whole thing huh? "I got my sources" he grins as he tries to open the door. and he successfully did after awhile.

"tada! were in the music room!" he raises both his arms as you closed the door behind the both of you. and you chuckle, finding him cute and amusing. "so why did your bring me here, mr yoshinori?" you say as you sit down the table. "well.. ." he removes his flannel to place it on the ground and grabs a video recorder. an old one.

you tilt your head as he points it towards you. "I wanted to compile some videos for our anniversary next week. oh! Its recording say hi y/n!!" He cheers, but not that loudly. and you couldn't help but widen your smile because of how precious he was.

It was true that he always tried his hardest to achieve what he wanted. even before the both of you got together. he was a "if you want it, you have to work hard for it" type of guy. and you adored him for that.

"y/n" he whispers your name. you look at him and spoke "yes?" he gets up and walks infront of you. "I love you!" he says and hugs you tight. you flinched at his sudden action but hugged him back sooner. "cringe" you tease and you sense him pout afterwards. "Im kidding, I love you too of course" you laugh quietly as you hug him much tighter.

hello everyone! I hope all of you are having a great time right now! and I also hope everyone liked this <3 also tagging my bestfriend @tigeryoshii

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lyjikyu · 3 years

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SWITCHED ★ 도영

this is just a tad bit inspired by ‘your name’ :']. also Im pretty proud of this one !!

“your name's doyoung am I right? you wrote it on my notebook the other night we switched bodies.. along with the password to your phone.” you sigh as you stare at the ceiling. the other week you had just realized that this dream of switching bodies with him, wasn't a dream at all. it was – amusingly real.

“why though? I'm a stranger aren't I? a stranger who happened to switch bodies with you. frankly, I still can't believe this is real. switching bodies with someone? what is this a fantasy movie? sci-fi? no maybe not, but I honestly have so many questions how and why this happened.” you move your position facing right to stare at his phone on top of the drawer.

“I have so many things to talk about with you. that's why I decided to record this instead of writing them 'cause I think that's too much work. you can do the same thing if you want to, though I don't mind reading if you ever choose to write. I actually liked your hand writing.” smiling, you reminisce to when you first read his letter. he was a very sweet guy. telling you that, he didn't do anything weird while he was switched with you, and that your room was very pleasing to look at. it made you wish that maybe you could meet him when you're both in your designated bodies.

“I just realized I could call you- well I mean contact my phone instead of doing this recording thing.. but somehow the thrill of waiting and hearing your answer keeps me from doing that.” you sit up and glance at the clock. it was twelve o'clock which meant there was one hour left to go before you switch bodies again. you stand up and grab the sticky notes in his drawer and a pen on his desk to write that you left a message for him on his voice recorder app.

you stick in on the wall up on his drawer and came back to lay on the bed with the phone in your hand. “well there is one hour left. and I'll be taking this time to get some rest, I sure hope you see this. I'll be waiting for your answer, doyoung.” after finally clicking the stop button you close his phone and place it back on top of the drawer.

‘I wonder how weird it is for him, to hear his voice speaking to him like it belongs to another person.’ you chuckle at your thought before closing your eyes, knowing that you'll be encountering the same thing once he does reply to you– and once you've switched bodies again.

well this was quite an interesting thing to write. but I was thinking of doing a two part imagine again!? also please let me know if you enjoyed this so I can be sure to make another part wnswls.

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lyjikyu · 3 years

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MYCOLOGY? MUSHROOMS? ☆ 윤재혁

Im sorry to the people who don't like mushrooms 😔🙏🏼

jaehyuk wakes up and was expecting to wrap his arms around you and unluckily for him you werent there. He sat up baffled on where could you be. He yawns and stands up to stretch. where is she? he asks himself.

he goes to the backyard to see you, sitting down on the grass, holding a magnifying glass and a notebook and pen in your other hand. You were examining something, to what it seems to be mushrooms.

jaehyuk approaches you and sits down by your side. "finally awake jae?" you tease as you continue writing down in your notebook. he pouts and leans his head on your shoulder.

"what are you even doing outside early in the morning, y/n?" He says, still pouting. You let out a chuckle and proceed to close your notebook. "well, I couldn't sleep anymore so I decided to go out and relax. until I saw these little mushrooms that had grown in our backyard." You smiled and pat his head.

"since when did you take interest in mycology?" He says obviously trying to tease you. "Since this morning jae. now get up cause im cooking us breakfast."

he lets out a tiny yay! and stands up to follow you inside the house. lets say after that, the rest of your day was all about studying mushrooms.

hello everyone!! its the owner of this blog who is currently obsessing over mushrooms and would love to see one. I hope everyone had a nice time and enjoyed this little imagine ♡.

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