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dearly-somber · 4 days ago

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2 soon | l.ch

-> pairing. lee chan x reader (f)

-> genre. angst, exes-to-???

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1105

-> warnings. Reader is intoxicated 👍🏻

-> a/n. This song was my introduction to keshi!

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Jan. 7th, 2021 @ 19:21

-> edited. Wed., Oct. 24th, 2022 @ 21:38

It had been a full year now, and you weren't feeling any better.

"C'mon, we should go out! Lighten up, Y/N, it's been ages—"

"It's only been a year, Eunhi." You mumbled from your spot on the bed. You had moved in with your best friend after the breakup and hadn't made any plans on ever really leaving.

"Plus, it's the 11th..." You seemed to press yourself further into the covers, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying on the spot.

"It's his birthday, so what? It's about time you get over him!"

"It's the same day I broke up with him, Eunhi. Just let me be sad today!"

"No, none of that!" Eunhi said defiantly, pulling the covers over your head and pulling you up before looking you in the eyes. "Go out with me today, and I'll let you mope for the whole of tomorrow as compensation." She said, looking earnest in her attempt to get you up and going.

You sighed, sitting up straighter. With a bright smile, your friend went to pick out an outfit for you, leaving you to try and wake yourself up by scrolling through your phone. What you hadn't prepared for, however, was to see a picture of him on his birthday last year. You started crying at the memory, the photo on your phone going blurry...

"Happy birthday!" You and twelve others had chorused happily, laughing loudly as you watched Chan smile his charming smile and laugh his adorable laugh, your heart melting at the sight.

Mingyu had put one of those stupid party hats over his head, and Coups had been walking over with the cake, carefully manouvering around the dark room, since everyone had turned the lights off to illuminate Chan in the candle light.

You had been smiling from behind the camera as you filmed, watching him closely as he made a speech about how it had been one of the best birthdays he'd ever had in his whole twenty-one years of living. He had spared a glance in your direction, smiling cutely before taking a big breath to blow out the candles.

You had made sure to snap a shot before he could finish, everyone hollering at the new year with their maknae, a feeling of overwhelming happiness bubbling in your chest. In the midst of all the celebration, you hadn’t noticed Chan sneaking up next to you until he was right on top of you.

"I love you..." He’d whispered into your ear, side hugging you with a huge grin on his face.

You had smiled softly, had leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I love you, too."

•••

You took around two hours to get changed, fix your hair and let Eunhi do your make-up, feeling excited but nervous at the same time. This would be the first time that you'd actually go to a party since mid to late last year. You quietly wondered about how you might've forgotten how to party, let loose and enjoy yourself, but boy, were you wrong...

Around two to three hours after you had arrived, both you and Eunhi were absolutely wasted, thanks to so many rounds of shots, plus beer and soju.

Eunhi ended up going home with some guy she had met earlier that night, and you found yourself stumbling down the street and unconsciously walking to a house you hadn't been to in months.

•••

When you finally arrived at the front door, looking just like you had remembered it, you knocked and giggled to yourself about God knows what.

"Hello?"

"Soonyoung oppa!" You shouted excitedly, falling into the man at the door whom you had recognized almost immediately, even in your drunken state. The man in question widened his eyes, shock clear on his face. He tried to hold you up as best as he could, calling over his shoulder for Seungcheol and Mingyu to help him carry you inside.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Mingyu asked in a concerned voice as he helped stabilize you, Hoshi closing the door behind him and letting Mingyu and Coups take you to the couch. You looked around the house in wonder, burping and giggling to yourself.

"Wah, I didn't think I'd make it here. It's a very long walk, you know—"

"You walked here? On your own? At night?" Coups asked furiously, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Y/N, so many things could've gone wrong!"

"I'm sorry..." You said with a pout, looking teary eyed. Wonwoo suddenly appeared from behind Mingyu, crouching down in front of you and looking at S.Coups warningly.

"Why are you here, Y/Nie?” He asked gently and with a warm smile as he calmed you down. You laughed and patted his cheek as if it was a normal occurance.

"Wha d'you mean? I came for Channie's birthday party, silly! D'you think I forgot?" You giggled stupidly to yourself, removing your shoes as you started looking around.

"Where is Chan, by the way? I haven't seen him a-ll day!" You searched the room frantically, getting emotional and teary-eyed and whiny while the others tried quieting you down.

"Guys, what's going…” Chan froze before he could finish his sentence, halfway inside the living room and watching as you were frantically screaming at Hoshi for not telling you were Chan was, asking if it was another stupid prank. “… on.”

Everyone went silent and your eyes lit up, moving toward Chan with a happy smile.

"Chan-ah!"

"What is she doing here?" Chan asked in a shaky voice, looking between his hyungs and back to you as you neared.

"She's drunk. She walked all the way—"

"She what?" Chan said, looking mad enough to break something. Turning to look at you, he began to chastise you but was cut off when you suddenly wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, Channie." You seemed to be crying as you held onto him, Chan looking almost as pained as you felt. He patted your back gently, leaning into you and whispering calming things into your hair until you eventually passed out. He carried you to the couch. He sat there, watching you sleep.

"What're you gonna do?” Hoshi asked him before he went to sleep. Chan shrugged, looking at his hyung with a smile.

"I'm gonna talk to her tomorrow, when she's sober. We need to talk..." He said thoughtfully, wishing his friend goodnight before eventually falling asleep with his head resting against the couch.

Though it might've been too soon, he had realized just how much he had missed you.

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dearly-somber · 7 days ago

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WAYO | b.yd

-> pairing. bang yedam x reader (f), watanabe haruto x reader (f)

-> genre. angst, f2l (friends-to-lovers), hurt/comfort

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2301

-> warnings. crying, rebound-kiss, teenage angst & drama

-> a/n. <3

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. ???

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Mon., Dec. 16th, 2024 @ 00:21

-> divider credit. @only-ranpo

You knocked on the worn wooden door while taking sharp breaths, a stitch forming in your side from sprinting two blocks to get to your best friend's house.

You wore a hoodie with floppy puppy ears at the end (the side effects of rushing out of the house last minute), holding your phone tightly in your hand as you nervously bounced up and down. Yedam had called you crying around seven minutes ago: his longtime girlfriend of about two years had broken up with him for some Japanese transfer student. His name was Haruto, you think. You knew it was bound to happen at some point. This Haruto guy was Liza's age, he was handsome and tall, and he was a jock. What was there not to like?

The door creaking open brought you back down from the clouds, your brows furrowed. You let out a relieved sigh.

Yedam looked more or less okay: his eyes were red and he looked tired, but otherwise he seemed fine.

"Dami," you breathed, softening at the sight of his sad smile. You gently pulled him toward you by the nape of his neck, bringing his face to your shoulder before wrapping your arms around his torso. As soon as your fingers interlocked behind his back he let out a pained whimper, wrapping his arms around you and crying softly into your shoulder.

His whole body shook.

You wanted to tell him it'd be alright and kiss his forehead so badly, but you didn’t. You stood there, letting him cry it out, thinking about the two long years he had seemed so happy with her. Sure, pining for your best friend wasn't very healthy, but you didn't want to cause problems by confessing to him in the middle of what was once a happy relationship.

After some time, you realized that Yedam was no longer shaking, and his quiet, pained cries had quieted down to the occasional sniffle or deep exhale. You rubbed your hand up and down his spine, patting the small of his back with your palm before trying to pull away. Yedam hugged you for a second longer before finally letting you go, sniffling as he tried hiding his face from you.

You frowned, reaching out to stroke his face, but moving to run your hand down his arm instead. "D’you wanna go for a walk? Maybe we can go to our street, sit there for a while."

He looked up and sniffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his sleeve. Smiling softly, you held out your hand as an invitation for him to take, waiting. He took it gratefully, the black fabric of his oversized shirt brushing against your palm as his hand engulfed yours entirely.

The two of you walked a few blocks before getting to the almost-deserted road that connected to an old highway, a road you had found and claimed as your own back in middle school. Yedam pulled you with him as he sat down, bending his one leg at the knee while straightening the other, wrapping his hands around his knee and interlocking his fingers to keep his leg up. You sat down across from him, bringing your legs up to your chest and resting your chin on your knees, your hands on your feet. You watched him intently as he stared at nothing.

His shirt hid some of his hand, his white sneakers’ laces hanging from his shoes. You avoided the bare skin exposed on his legs with each rip in his jeans. His eyes looked shaky, his shoulders slumped and hair blowing ever so gently in the wind, falling perfectly over his face.

The sun neared the edge of the horizon as sundown crept closer, the crickets coming out of their holes one by one.

Yedam was the first to push himself up off the ground, holding his hand out for you with a smile. "Let's go home."

You smiled, taking his hand and letting him lead you back the way you came.

Yedam told you to stay the night since it was dark out by the time you got to his house, and that he'd drop you off first thing tomorrow morning. You nodded, letting your parents know before heading to the kitchen for dinner. Mr and Mrs Bang were both very fond of you, thankful you were looking after their son while he went through this tough time. You assured them it was no problem. You hated seeing him like this, after all.

When you finished cleaning your plate you headed towards Yedam's room, but stopped in your tracks when Mr Bang touched your shoulder.

"Do you need help with something?" you asked.

He shook his head with a kind smile. "No, no… I just wanted to say thank you for caring for our Yedammie. It's comforting to know there's someone out there who loves him as much as we do."

"Ah…" You smiled painfully and bowed, heading down the hall and turning to the room on the left, hiding your face as best you could. You were even more embarrassed when you opened the door and saw some of Yedam's lower back before he pulled down his pajama shirt. He turned to you after, and you had to play it cool while you mumbled an apology, flustered.

"Do you wanna borrow some of my pajamas? Sleeping in your clothes won't be very comfortable." Not waiting for an answer, he rummaged through his closet and pulled from it a silk pajama set.

"It's only one night, Dami, it’s fine—"

"No, I insist," Yedam said, shoving the pajamas into your hand so gently you'd almost think he was afraid of breaking you. You sighed, giving in as you shuffled over to the bathroom, coming out wearing the silky black pajamas.

You folded your clothes and set them on the chair by his desk, walking over to the bed and getting in, turning off the bedside lamp after getting settled. You turned over on your side and came face to face with Yedam, his eyes wide open and staring through your soul.

"What?" you whispered. He shook his head with a small smile before crawling closer and wrapping himself around you, hiding his face in your hair.

You went stiff, heart hammering against your chest. You tried to relax your shoulders. Even though you'd slept over and shared a bed with him many times before, you'd never gotten this close to him. Ever.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked quietly, barely loud enough for you to register his voice. You quickly shook your head, sliding your arm around his waist as a way to stretch your body over his and hopefully make the tension in your shoulders less noticeable.

"Not at all. We’ve just never cuddled like this before," you mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.

He chuckled, warmth spreading throughout your body as you smiled into his chest, hidden away from his eyes. "Thank you for staying with me. I don't think I can be alone right now..." His voice shook as he held you just a bit tighter, as if he were afraid if he loosened his grip you'd fall out of his arms and never come back.

"I'd do anything for you, Yedam. All you need to do is ask."

"Thank you," he whispered, his breath evening out. You didn't think he'd heard you.

•••

The next morning you woke up alone, sitting up in confusion and squinting through the brightness of the sun coming through the white curtains.

Yedam sat at the edge of the bed, staring off into space with one hand resting on his raised knee. You crawled off the bed slowly, cautious as you approached him. You moved in front of him, crouching with a worried expression.

"Yedam..?" You put a wary hand on his knee.

Next thing you know he's crying and pulling you into his lap, clutching at your back and wailing into your shoulder. Your heart ached, face contorting with pain as you tried to whisper soothing words to him, your hands making their way to his sides.

"Why, why, why?" he cried, his nails digging into your back. "Why couldn't it work out? Why can't I be fine without her?"

His body shook violently. You whispered words of encouragment as you soothed him, your hands running up and down his sides in an attempt to comfort him.

You don't know how long you sat like that... Minutes, maybe hours, but eventually Yedam pulled away, looking at you in a way you couldn't decipher.

"You remember how you said you'd do anything for me?" he asked quietly, his voice hoarse and tired.

You nodded, running your hand over his cheek without really meaning to. "Of course."

His Adam’s apple bobbed. "Kiss me."

"What?"

Yedam bit down on his lip, searching your eyes. This was a rather dire means of distraction, you couldn’t help but think.

"Yedam, I ca—"

"Please," he begged, his voice so vulnerable you almost gave in then and there.

"Yedam," you whispered.

"I'm begging you,” his voice broke, tears streaking down his face. “Kiss me."

Though you were sure you'd regret it later, you couldn't stand seeing him like this, so you did as he asked.

You cupped his face and kissed him, a weight you hadn't noticed lifting from your shoulders and drifting to the back of your mind.

Yedam was taken aback.

He hadn't actually expected you to do it, but he couldn't seem to stop himself as he kissed you back, his hands on your waist squeezing gently. You let a gentle whine escape your lips, years of pining milking its way into your voice. In any other circumstance you'd be red with embarrassment, but for the time being you didn't care.

His kiss was dizzying, the world around you spinning at a thousand miles an hour, your hand somehow having found its way to the nape of his neck, tugging at the strands of hair your fingers could reach. He groaned into the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.

You couldn't remember how you'd started kissing him—all you could think about was his lips on yours, and the fact that you were craving more. As things grew heated, you finally snapped out of it, pushing away from him.

You were on the bed, Yedam hovering over you. His hair was disheveled, and his white turtle neck was pulled up ever so slightly, exposing a piece of his stomach. His lips were plump and red, dilated pupils looking down at you questioningly. Panting, you pushed him away by his chest, huffing as you grabbed your things and ran out of his house, running two blocks back to your house.

"Sweetheart? What're you wearing?" your mother asked in a confused tone while you walked up the stairs to your room.

You looked down, holding your clothes close to your chest. "Oh, uhm... Yedam leant me his pajamas."

"Why haven't you gotten dressed yet?" your father asked now, looking at you suspiciously.

"I was in a hurry is all."

"Why?"

"I— I think I started my period, Dad. I needed pads or—"

"Okay, okay! I get it! Go!"

You ran further up the stairs, rushing into your room and closing the door behind you, sliding down onto your ass.

"I'm such an idiot," you muttered, banging your head against your door and jumping when your phone suddenly buzzed. You checked the message, nervously biting your nail.

————————————————————————

Dami🥺

————————————————————————

hey

idk what came over me

i'm sorry

are you mad?

…

no, I'm not.

so were okay?

ofc.

thank god, u had me worried there :(

see u @ school?

yep!

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You sighed. What have you gotten yourself into?

•••

You walked down the cobblestone path with a nervous look on your face.

This would be your first time seeing Yedam since The Incident and saying that you were nervous was an understatement. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about It since the day it happened, and you had tried everything to distract yourself. Reading, gaming, dramas, music—you even went running every morning.

Nada. Zero. Zilch.

Nothing worked.

"Y/N unnie? Y/N unnie, come here!"

You sighed, looking back at Liza with mild distaste. She was with her new boyfriend—all smiles and not a care in the world about what she put Yedam through. "Liza."

"Hi! Have you met Ruto yet?"

"No, but I've heard of him, so I'm good." You smiled half-heartedly, looking over at Haruto who smiled awkwardly as he bowed. You looked passed Liza as she spoke, not caring to remember what she said. Suddenly, Yedam took your wrist gently. He looked at Liza with a smile so forced it made you flinch.

"Can I borrow Y/N?"

Liza chuckled uncomfortably, her cheeks warming as she nodded mutely. Yedam pulled you away and sat at one of the benches near the soccer field, a sigh leaving his lips. "You okay?" he asked. You tugged your hand away from his iron-clasp grip, nodding awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm surprised I didn't bite her head off."

Yedam laughed happily, a smile tugging at your lips at the sound. It felt like it had been years since you heard him laugh. The bell rang and he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Let's go!"

•••

Haruto lasted a month before Liza dumped him and went running back to Yedam. And Yedam, being the idiot he was, took her back at the snap of a finger.

Your anger and frustration were the catalyst for the situation that you find yourself in now—pressing Haruto Watanabe into a wall at the back of the school, kissing him fiercely.

Why, oh why, oh why? Why couldn't things work out?

Why couldn't it be me?

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