nothingjustme444

[nothingjustme444]

Karma is real, just remember that.

[nothingjustme444]

REDAMANCY

Word count:- 4.2k (approx.)

Pairings:- childhoodbestfriend!hwa x y/n

Type:- Mini series (part 1)

Genre:- Fluff, angst, romance, comedy, a hint of fake relationship. (look forward to the smut in other parts besties!)

Song reccs:- Love, Maybe (secret number), stay with me (miki matsubara), Day and night (Jung seung hwan), Some (bol4)

Seonghwa's theme:- Ditto (instrumental)

Y/n's theme:- Gone (instrumental)

FYI:- the title means, 'A love returned in full'

"I'm so bored."

"Should we go eat at a café?"

"No."

"Karaoke?"

"No."

"Arcade?"

"No."

"Comic store?"

"No."

"Wanna go jump off a building with me?"

"Yes please."

The latter chuckled at your response and shook his head. His hands shuffled through his pockets and he took out an item familiar to you. "Here, you left your scrunchie at my house. My mum found it." Your eyes go wide to finally see the scrunchie you had almost died finding yesterday, "and i thought I had lost it."

Your hands hold the scrunchie and you wear it on your wrist, as you always did. "Seonghwa's always at your service ma'am!" Seonghwa said, imitating a butler and you laughed it off. The bell rang and it was finally time to leave the school. "Ok but seriously I'm in need of food!"

"But i recommended a café before, didn't i?" Seonghwa recalled how you had rejected the proposal, "but I wanna eat rice cakes made by you!"

Your hands clutched his arm, and Seonghwa's eyes fall to your face. You looked so tiny from his perspective, but he knew if he said it, he'd get beaten up. Then came your eyes. So pretty. And so...magical. As though they casted a spell and he fell, his heart couldn't take the visual right now. So he turned his face to the other side, hoping you won't see his red face, "alright!" He mumbled.

Coming back from school was probably the best part of your day back then. Going to beaches, cafés, random karaokes. Even in the middle of the night, you were glued to the computer screen, talking to Seonghwa, while doing your homework together.

The next morning, meeting at the same river with your cycles to reach the school at the same time. It was like you were living the best days of your life. And...you took them for granted. Maybe that's why it was taken away.

Everything was planned for the future too. Your savings for your future to buy an apartment together, then getting a job for college to pay the fees. Oh and how could you forget the seperate section of money both of you collected for an exo concert.

Everyone assumed that you both were in love.

You weren't. But he was.

And so you still dread that day. Graduation. Because, all your plans had scattered before your eyes. You maintained a safe distance from him. All while, faking a smile as your principal allowed the students to throw their hats in the sky. The crowd was so loud, strange and..dark.

It felt, as though, everyone around you were in slow motion. That's when your eyes met his. Instead of those bright, round eyes, you saw sorrow in them... Regret, pain.

He glanced at you once, as if capturing this moment with his eyes. His hands untied something on his hand and he turned his back at you. You could see him wipe his tears despite his attempts to be subtle. And seconds later he disappeared. And it all went blank.

"../n?"

"...ke up!"

"y/n?"

"Y/n!!"

Your eyes open with a gasp. You lay there for a while, trying to make sens of your surroundings, until a head pops out. "You're sleeping during work hours?" Uh-oh your boss had seen you.

"Jeez, joong you gave me a scare." And you turn your head in the other direction and cover it with your arms while on the desk.

This guy. With blue hair. Was your best friend. You both met in the first year of college, both a little lost, both a little crazy. You guys had sewed together many dreams. Unsure if the future was anything like you had planned for yourself. However, fortunately.

Both of you got admitted to a fashion company in your second year. Which is pretty big for you guys because you were still inexperienced. With ups and downs you learned, and eventually you officially became permanent members of the company.

Hongjoong was dear to the previous CEO, so she promoted his position. Many other employees were so jealous and some even left the company because of the mistreatment but to you, Hongjoong deserved it. Despite being young, he had worked hard. And now the company is doing even better than it was a few years back.

"I scared you? You were practically wincing in your sleep." Your expressions dropped at his comment. "'Don't leave, don't go...' who were you dreaming of?" He leaned, raising one of his eyebrows. "No one."

He laughed aloud, which you knew very well was his sarcastic laugh, "you've got some guts to lie straight to your teeth and to 'me'!" He pointed at his chest, knowing damn well, who you were dreaming of. "I'm going to get a coffee, it's already time to go home. Take a good rest."

The walk back home wasn't long, mere 20 minutes. You decided to walk or cycle, rather than use a vehicle. One could say you were health conscious. And yet, it felt like an hour. Your eyes wander around, gazing at the dipping sun and the ducks in the lakes were swimming back.

The old couple, as usual was at the bench, never failed to make you smile. A brisk breeze makes your hair dance. Your path is decorated with brown leaves that fell from the now leaf less trees. A few get crushed under your shoes making a crunch sound, giving you a sense of satisfaction.

It was the same actually. Your hometown. Nothing had changed. And yet, something felt missing.

You bought an apartment as planned, it's well decorated, your salary is decent too, good Neighbors, a boss that's a friend as well, you have family and friend reunions from time to time. Everything was fine.

Then why?

Why did you still cry in the shower everyday?

Why did you still looked at that one picture frame for a little too long?

Why did your heart ache while watching those rom coms you once loved to watch?

Why did he still appear in your dreams?

Why, why won't your brain let you forget him?

A ring reaches your ears and pulls you from your thoughts. You put back the same photo frame, of him and you on the first day of school. He had a bowl cut and you had two silly pigtails. His cheeks were wet, he was crying, like his mother used to say...a crybaby. And you stood near him cracking the cutest pose when the kid next to you was having an existential crisis.

"Hello? Mom?"

"Oh hello honey, how are you?"

"I'm doing fine..what about you?"

"Oh me too, uh...sorry to call you at this hour but Surprise, surprise Mr and Mrs Park are here!" She exclaimed.

"...uhm, mom be specific."

"Seonghwa's mom! Well his parents are here and they wanted to meet you. After all it's been so many years. You should come by."

"...what?"

Your heart sank. You could feel it. All the other sense had been turned off. You couldn't hear a thing or what your mom said and then cut the call off, the only sound you could hear was a precise ring. It had gotten a little hard to breathe. You put the phone down and held your head with your palms.

You can't comprehend what just happened. Neither do you know why's this happening but your anxiety level had risen to a whole new level. You keep walking around your living room in your comfortable extra large hoodie, in stress.

Was it really required for you to be there? And first of all, out of all the times, they decided to greet us now? What if you just ran away? Hongjoong could help!

And for a moment you came back to your senses, your thoughts had halted and you gently sat on the edge of your sofa's arm. Your lips let out a scoff, "he still has an effect on me..." That's the funny thing. Because all those years, there was not a single spark between you and him. Well, it might've been different for him. But, at the the same time you could never imagine a day without him.

Why are you like this? What has he done to you? You stare off at the empty wall, with the spirals of your words you doodle across it with your eyes. Just like that the time flew by and you hear your house bell ring. It pulled you out of your thoughts and you open the door without thinking much into anything.

Or without predicting that the person at this hour could be none other than...Park Seonghwa. "How is my favourite person doing?"

7 years.

7 fucking years.

And these are the first words he says to you. The last thing he said to you was something you still remember. Now look at him, calling you out so nonchalantly. Yeah...look at him.

He had changed. His style had changed. Or perhaps, seeing him after so many years was so...shocking. Back then, he couldn't style clothes for himself, or tie his tie. You remember, you were the one who taught him to tie his laces in around 2nd grade.

Look at him now. He looks lovely. As if he just came out of a magazine cover. Not a blemish on his skin, brighter than the sun. His jawline had gotten so sharp, and his shoulders. Even though he wore a coat due to the chilly weather, you could see they had gotten broader. His hair a little longer, his eyes...still intense as ever.

You probably look like an idiot, standing there with your jaw open and eyes wide, staring at your childhood bestfriend. So invested in his beauty, you had forgotten to speak. So the man just made his way inside the apartment.

"Woah, so you did buy an apartment for yourself. I must say it's well decorated!" He wandered around the house, admiring each and everything while you slowly started coming back to reality.

"What....what are you doing here?" You finally spoke as you closed the door behind you. The room temperature had fell down a little due to the cool air entering through the door you had opened for a little too long. "me?" He pointed to his chest, while looking at you with his boba eyes. As if there were more than two people in the room.

"...of course you!" You said with eyebrows furrowed because what kind of a question was that? He slowly makes his way to the sofa and settles there as though it was his house? He took out an apple from the fruit basket kept on the table, "I'm a friend y/n, of course I came here to see you. It's been 7 years after all!" He took a bite and it felt like the crunch had echoed through the dead silent house.

"...just like that?" Your eyes narrowed and had visible pain in it. And his were an opposite of yours. "Oh! You should get ready, my parent's are at your house, waiting for us to arrive." His voice muffled because of the fruit. And you just followed. You don't know if he had noticed your slightly teary eyes....you didn't care.

You were still perplexed and had to sit in the same car as him. This is the best time to regret your decision of not buying a car. Plus, the whole faking the smiles among his parents and yours. But it had been such a long time, seeing aunt and uncle. All the memories came flowing like water. Her delicious mochi dessert, or how she scolded hwa when he teased you. Uncle's first car, in which he took you to all the parks known to mankind, or his annual gifts for you.

So you just hugged them and sobbed like a child. Which didn't go unnoticed by Seonghwa. It reminded him how close you guys actually were. Even your families. All those little picnics and trips. And seeing you cry like that made his heart swell...how because of him a beautiful relationship like so was about to be destroyed.

Even though you said that you could return back on your own. Both of your families insisted that you should go with Seonghwa. And that man didn't back down as well. See if it would've been any other person, you would've agreed but to think it was Seonghwa. You had to again bear the awkwardness in the car.

The entire time you were looking out the window. Trying to distract your mind, which.... didn't work as always.

"Why did you come back?" You asked, still looking outside the window. Afraid to meet his gaze. The roads were empty as it was around midnight, it was a smooth drive. Thanks to that, the awkwardness was easy to manage.

"...I was trying to avoid the question." He chuckled which made you look at him. "Well not you can't..." "i know.."

He continued, " i know, I know it's weird that I came back..and at this point of life where, you probably moved on from the past. But I'm here to tell you that..."

The car came to a pause and because of the impact you slightly moved forward, and the words that's came out of Seonghwa's mouth were enough to rethink your entire life, "reconcile our friendship."

"....why?"

He seemed taken aback by your response, "well...it seems like you certainly don't want to." Jeez, his teasing habit still hasn't changed. "No...it's not like that,..." You paused and you fixated your eyes on dashboard, instead of his eyes, "why..did you have to leave in the first place..if you were gonna come back?"

Seonghwa gave out a deep sigh, "y/n-ah..." His honey like voice, said your name. He let his head rest on the seat and a lazy smirk appeared on his face...he must've been tired. Your heart...it's beating abnormally fast. "We were kids back then...and I was the one at fault. So... consider this as an apology, for what happened during graduation."

So carefree.

Why?

If the feelings he felt were true...so true that he decided to leave. How can he be saying these things to you?...were you...the one who hadn't moved on?

"I love you..."

His words. You still remember them. His expressions... his eyes. Everything.

"So what do you say y/n?"

Maybe you were in the wrong back then...or maybe you and no idea how to respond.

"I have..since we were kids."

It was flowing back to you as he sat right in front of you, recklessly asking you to turn back to the friendship he had broken. And made you like this.

"Hm?"

So,...your emotions weren't valid now, right? Neither were your feelings...So why should you care?

"Be mine for an eternity."

Your throat had started to feel tight. You took in a gulp to eliminate the lump, "I'm willing to be friends again..."

"Woah you look terrible.." Hongjoong says as he comes by your cubicle. Of course, you do. You couldn't sleep a wink last night. "Do you wanna know the reason?" You ask him while lazily typing on the computer. "Hm, as far as I know it could not be a human, so I'm guessing, a sad movie or series?" Terrible. What a reputation you had built.

"I'm afraid this time it's the opposite." You've never seen Hongjoong throw his bun on the ground with his eyes so wide they could pop out anytime, "what...the..f-" you cover his mouth just in time. "rest in peace, Mr bun, it was not your fault."

For the next few minutes, you explain Hongjoong your entire story. The way your life quite literally changed in a night. "... that's actually crazy...and reckless. I mean I would personally call it shameless but I know that you called dibs on him so..." You crane your neck towards him, "I did not. I never told you that!"

"Well it's obvious isn't it?" He plops from the desk and stands straight in front of you, "it is weird he came back out of the blue. If I'm being honest...you should clear out the things with him." His hands come to caress your head, "i care about you...I mean I'm enough for that jerk but I don't want you to get hurt in any way. Sort it out, what you feel and what he feels."

Your bestfriend's words kept circling around your brain. Even as you walk back to your house. However, you see a familiar car in the middle of the road, a man leaning on it's door, carefully looking at his watch. His long hair,...look so fluffy, his eyes are hidden by the sunglasses but as soon as he spots you, those cheerful eyes are revealed. His hand waving to you and you walk straight to him.

"What're you doing here?"

"Here to pick you up!" He says in an exciting tone, which you find annoying because can he tone his excitement down. And yet at the same time you can't take up the fact, how adorable he is. But then, Hongjoong's words echo in your brain again. And for some reason, right now, feels like the best time to ask him the question.

"Um...I wanted to ask you something." You say, hesistent at first. "Go on..." Your hands clutch the fabric of your tote bag, "If I'm being honest, you coming back...didn't sit right for me. And..I know that you understand that it wouldn't feel good for me...might as well take some time to adjust."

Seonghwa seems to understand each and every word and he knows where this is headed. Yet, you can't catch an expression of vulnerability. Or pain.

But why were you hoping for it? Why did you want him to feel bad about a thing that happened 7 years ago? "But...I hope...your feelings for me have died down." Oh my god, you said it! Could there be a better way of saying it? Were you too harsh? A ton of questions already bombarded you.

Seonghwa starts with a light chuckle, and a bright smile gets morphed onto him, "I know...i completely get you. I think i forgot to mention but...i have a girlfriend."

....

Oh.

".. that's nice. I'm.. I'm happy for you." Maybe you were. Tch. Who were you lying to? You weren't. Your heart sank and you couldn't hear a word he said afterwards. A girlfriend huh? So you really were the only one who was still stuck in the past. You wanted to cry. You wanted to weep. And ask him why?

Couldn't he have waited just a little longer? Couldn't he have given you another chance?

Why would he?

The smell of the wet grass reaches you from the park, the gardener must be working. A few moments ago, you couldn't hear a thing and it feels as if all your five sense have been activated. And you feel a little too hot. Your palms were sweaty and your head felt all woozy.

"So, shall we go to a café hm?" His soft voice reached your ears. You just had a lot of emotions bottled up. "Seonghwa... let's go to a bar."

You wake with a sudden feeling. It is becoming a habit of yours to wake up as if you just experienced a bad dream, like the way main leads in a movie wake up. For a few seconds, you lay there... contemplating your life. Your eyes wandering around the house.

The familiar fan you always open your eyes to, the blinds still closed but the sun light pouring in from the spaces, your tv on the front that you bought with so much excitement. The same cream and white walls. Yeah, you were home.

The bed started to feel like a fluffy cloud and you just wanted to sleep again, but...your head was pounding so bad. It was almost like you felt your heartbeat in your brain. And your throat felt so dry. You slowly got up, your hands gave support to your head and you turn to the side table to have some water.

While sipping the water you notice something unfamiliar kept there, a small glass bottle. The label on it read 'hangover cure'. Hm.

Wait.

So, you drank last night. Crazy how you had forgotten everything. It was there but a blur...maybe it'll come back. Because you definitely don't remember buying a hangover drink. But oh well, you took it because your head felt like it could kill you any moment. As you're about to take a sip, your hands feel a texture different from the glass. It was paper. Your turn the bottle around to see a pink sticky note with hello kitty's doodles on it. It read 'drink this, it'll lighten the headache!! - SH'

Ah. It was Seonghwa.

You carried on with your day. Slow. Thank God it was a Saturday because what would you have done if you had to go to work today? While doing that your mind tries to recollect what happened.

"I know...i completely get you. I think i forgot to mention but...i have a girlfriend."

Couldn't he have given you another chance?

Why would he?

"Seonghwa, let's go to a bar."

"I'm familiar with this place, a few of my friends and colleagues brought me here countless times." As if on cue the bartender called out for you and you waved back at him. Seonghwa was surprised at the interaction.

Especially, the bartender's reactions. He acted all shy and soft. Well...now that he's observing him, he's not that bad looking. Tsk. That is what's bothering him right now. However, his eyes fell back at you and he admired your features.

It was all coming back to him now. All from when his mum made him talk to the girl he used to look at secretly from behind the tree in the playground. And there you were. Your hair tied in two low pigtails, with ribbons on them and tiny clips holding your baby hair.

To when you both were in highschool, eating lunch together on the bench that was near a lake, having deep late night talks on the rooftop, movie sessions at his house specifically because it felt just right according to you. Him teaching you how to cook and you ended up burning whatever you made because that could not be called food. Or how....you used to say things so nonchalantly to him. Not knowing the effect they had on him.

"I'd do anything as long as it's with you."

"The moon sent you to me."

And now you're sitting in front of him, grown beautifully into an adult, drinking like a mad woman. He chortles at the thought. His admiration for you is interrupted because of a phone call. "Y/n..i have to take this. Stay here alright?" He made sure to tell you this very carefully because you were already so drunk. "Don't leave ok? I'll be back in a few seconds.." he left only after he had heard you say ok...or more like inaudible mumbles.

But of course you weren't gonna stay on your place. He comes back to an empty chair. In attempts of finding you everywhere, he has to now push through the crowds. The club is so noisy. (It's supposed to be noisy park Seonghwa smh). His anxiety levels are rising right now, you're an adult you can take care of yourself but being drunk...you can act quite crazy.

The universe is literally screaming at this point for Seonghwa to look behind. Because you are having your own concert on the random table and are surrounded by strangers. Who... apparently are enjoying it?

As soon as he turns his head he's... perplexed. Because you're dancing seductively on a 2000s song, in your work clothes. Which was actually not that boring since you worked in the fashion department. Your white dress that reached just above your knees and a cropped pastel blue sweater on top, supporting the attire with your kneee high socks and platform heels.

You ruffle around your hair, use your hands to touch your body, feeling yourself. Not caring about the world. Looking like the main actress of a drama. Oh god, why was his heart beating so fast? His jaw was open, as if surprised but not complaining. However, as soon as his eyes go below he finds a crowd of people there.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one having fun. So disgusting these people are. Recording and gawking at a young, drunk woman. Well...not all of them. Seonghwa tried to call you down but you kept rejecting, all in your world. Until you hit a light on your forehead slightly, and came back down. Seonghwa immediately covered you with his coat, and gently rubbed your forehead.

The next thing you knew, you were outside walking around. And your drunk self being silly as usual. From screaming at the ducks for being so cute, to complaining about why bananas weren't pink. And Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh which you were offended by.

"It's not funny, it's a geniune request for the universe!!" Your voice all raspy and wobbly and so were your steps. "Why did you drink if you're such a lightweight?"

"...i don't know, I felt like it."

Yeah right. It was all just to escape from the pain of confused feelings.

"Hwa?" Your lips let out the nickname after so many years and it ignited a spark in the said man's heart. He looked at you as if...you hung the stars in the sky. "Yes y/n-ah?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?" The question got him a little off-guard but he replied anyways, "I do.." you took a deep sigh and clutched his coat that was on your shoulders even tighter, the cold wind slapping your face, it turned your nose and cheeks red, "then, do you believe in lovers that are meant to be?"

"Yes I do." He said, without taking eyes off of you. He saw you pause a little, hesistent maybe. And then you turned your gaze to him and spoke in a soft tone, "...what about... lover's who are unaware of each other's feelings..."

The wind kept picking up it's pace, you saw his hair dance, while his eyes...they looked, hurt. Why? Did you say something wrong? It was because he knew what you were hinting at. He would like to talk about it...one day, he'll make you sit and talk all about it. But finding the right time is getting harder. And he's afraid he might lose the time.

Before he opens his mouth to speak you shut him by saying it's late and we should head back. The entire car ride was so awkward. Not that it was anything new, but the drinking helped to distract you from the situation. As soon as you got out of the car, you gave him his coat back. The warmth that was taken away, you felt so dejected.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he seemed even more mesmerising than before. You just wanted to kiss him...but it'd be too spontaneous huh? His scent felt so intoxicating. While walking back a few tears fell from your eyes, you're not sure why. Seonghwa saw you wiping them....it broke his heart to see you like that, but what could he possibly do when in the first place, it was because of you, the seperation happened.

You can be quite a handful. Sitting on the beanbag, with coffee in your hand and a book on your lap. Which was just..there. because your mind was preoccupied by your last night's embarassing acts.

You felt a vibration as you were sitting on the bean bag, then your phone caught your attention. 'mum' the words shone bright on them.

"Hey honey...how was your day yesterday?" Her voice as gentle as ever. "It was...alright. I'm hungover right now by the way." To which you received a fit of laughter. Your mum had always been your biggest support, she was like a ball of sunshine wrapped in the attire of a mother. She always taught you to stay humble, grateful and a little crazy for the fun's sake. That's why you can share whatever you want with her.

"Whom did you go out with? Was it Hongjoong? Or That blind date guy, what was his name? Mountain?" She asked and you internally laughed at the 'mountain', "San mom, his name was San." A little Ah, of realisation came from the other end. "And no...I was with, Seonghwa."

As if other people weren't enough she started making teasy sounds and the 'oohs', for a fact you know her eyebrows are wiggling and she's poking the air which indirectly is you. "Mooom!" You whined trying to stop her trail of thoughts. "You know we're just friends right?"

"Of course I do...but he's a good guy no?" You rolled your eyes as if she could see you right now, "That doesn't provide as a valid reason to date him?" And your mom counter attacked with, "well, San was a nice guy too, I also teased you about him but you never gave him a chance as well."

You halted, because if it was about your relationship status, you could never win in that section with your mum. "I'm just saying....you guys have known each other since you were kids, and he's attractive too, hm?" Yeah, you would agree on that one thing. All those memories, where a number of girls had approached you just to fish out seonghwa's number or to get close to him. Oh and how could you forget the amount of gifts he recieved during valentine's day.

Thinking about it now, really makes you realize that...what you felt back then, was 'jealousy'. And not in a way that your friend was being taken away from you. But because...he was yours. It had always been Seonghwa and Y/n from the start.

"Besides, the way you two look at each other, can't just limit you to just 'friends'."

Was it really that obvious? Your lips gave out a sigh and you took another sip of your coffee. "Oh also, Seonghwa's parents are celebrating there 26th marriage anniversary, and all of us are invited."

The location was sent on your phone, you had to focus on the 'getting ready' part. On god, you never thought much about your outfits but today. Specifically today, you wanted to look the best out there. If Hongjoong was here he would've said "who are you going to impress with that dress?" While smirking and teasing the shit out of you.

But honestly,...who were you going to impress? "S-.." don't say it. You can't admit it!

The party venue was so beautiful. It was an outdoor restaurant, and filled with nature. Those trees and bushes were decorated with golden fairy lights, as you walked a bit further, all the tables were settled and flowers were hung on strings with more fairy lights that acted like a ceiling. Every table had a candle lamp. This reminded you very much of Tangled for some reason.

Your parents had already met you, in fact, even Seonghwa's parents greeted you. The only person missing was him. The party had all sorts of people, some you knew and some were absolute strangers. Amongst all, you wanted to look for him.

So restless. As though, without him you can't breathe. It just makes you question how the hell did you survive these 7 years without him? It must be funny to him too. You could've stopped him....but something about his back on you, made you feel like you weren't worth him.

A champagne flute in your hand, you were there physically but your mind was lost in the clouds of memories. Should you even be feeling this right now. As you're eyes wander around a tap on your shoulder is felt to which you turn around, "Who're you waiting for?"

Your head rotates towards the voice to find Seonghwa in a fitted white shirt, the first few buttons opened to expose his collarbones. God, you could almost outline his built, might be the lightening or the material of the shirt and he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, which for some reason was so hot? The bottoms were black, his wrist had a rolex while his neck was adorned with a gold chain. Oh yeah...he used to wear that back then too. His hair were down, and so floofy, you wanted to run your hands through them.

"Y/n?" His fingers snapped in front of you and you came back to your senses, realizing you were practically gawking at the said man. However, you weren't the only one observing. You could feel his gaze go from the top of your head to your toes. Analyzing, more like admiring the way you looked. Although, he wanted to rip of the dress right then and there that hugged your body so perfectly, he had to control himself.

The bun didn't make it any easier as well, the dresse's square neckline exposed your collarbones and he noticed that the dress had a slit as it went down showcasing one of legs. Gosh, you looked like a goddess.

"Y/n...you look, beautiful." He complimented in his soft voice, the way he looked down on you, and for some reason he leaned in even closer, your breath had started to hitch so bad. Your aura was now filled by his stimulating scent, he slouched down to meet your eyes, his eyes boring right into yours.

Somehow the whole world faded away, it was just you and him. One of his hands came up and tucked a hair strand behind your ear, from there, it went to your earlobe. He caressed it so softly, you were sure you'd fall, your knees were so weak, all because of the proximity between you guys.

"Did your earring get lost?" He whispered, and you stood there dumbfounded. "Hm?"

"Your earring."

Then it made sense to you, he was talking about one of your earrings which probably fell somewhere and you had no idea. "Oh...um...i-i.." ah yes, the classic stammering. No, honestly now you get why those main actresses reacted this way, tongue tied because apparently your mind goes blank and all you can think about right now is kissing him.

His smirk was still pasted on his face, like he enjoyed teasing you, "that's alright we'll find it." The rest of the night was beautiful. You enjoyed every second of it. Because on the dinner table your parents couldn't stop talking about your childhood stories and the same was for hwa's parents.

All the little stories, and Seonghwa's were mostly embarassing and you knew he wanted to run away. His face was so red and the wine was absolutely not the reason. Meanwhile, your laughter couldn't be stopped. You guys really stayed together for so long huh.

After a while when you got up to get ice cream, you see Seonghwa talking to a man. He seemed familiar for some reason. Just as gorgeous, but his hair were longer and he wore earrings in both his ears, and was also shorter than hwa. You decided to join them.

"Hey guys..." You started but it felt like you made a wrong decision because the atmosphere for some reason was already so tense. "Yes, her." Seonghwa said and you looked at him in confusion because now both of them were looking at you with their narrow eyes. "Wh-" and before you could speak Seonghwa interrupts, "my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" A voice from the back greeted you. How lovely.

Both of your families had heard what this man had blurted out.

Astounded. You sit in the car. Staring into space. Seonghwa sat besides you, panicking visibly. No, because if someone passed by the car they would see the most comical scene. You hear a meek, really timid call for your name and you don't even bother to look at the man. Instead you click your tongue and start screaming on top of your lungs.

"YOU IDIOT! WHAT HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! HUH?" While throwing anything and everything you could find- which somehow included a bottle of sanitizer and a chocolate box?

"YOU ALREADY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU LIE? ARE YOU CHEATING ON HER?? THIS WAS NOT THE WAY YOU WERE RAISED PARK SEONGHWA!!" nag nag, like a mom. And hwa was going through what could be described as a traumatic experience because now came your smacks and punches.

"Y/n let me explain!!" The man finally managed to say something but you hit him more before calming down. Seonghwa looked like a scared cat as he passed a water bottle to you. You glared at him and snatched the bottle, gulping it down.

"It's gonna come as a stupid excuse...but that just...slipped off my tongue." He began and you hands already found themselves in your hair, clutching them hard, "...what would you say to your girlfriend then? Why'd you take my name anyways?"

His face morphed into that of sorrow, "we...uh.." you already knew what he was going to say. "Broke up." It pained you to see him like this. You still remember vivdly, how he was so afraid to talk to other girls but some of his friends made him go on a blind date, and those girls were mean, they insulted him and he came back crying. This was 10th grade by the way. His head in your lap as you tried to calm him down.

He had always been so soft, you couldn't imagine what he would've went through in this cruel world. "We were already very distant. It always felt like we there just for the show. So last night...she finally decided to break up."

Now the stars align.

He then explained why he said that there on the spot. Apparently, Wooyoung, is one of his work rivals. He didn't want to back down in front of him, because he had taken a full 2 months vacation from his work, saying that he's getting engaged. And well, seeing Wooyoung here, he got a bit freaked out, because Wooyoung could end his career. But luckily you walked straight there, like an angel.

Yeah, more like a lamb walking into a lion's den.

"But you could've said it a little less loud... because the whole family heard...and it's going to take a lot of time to clear this misunderstanding." You began, because your families that already shipped you, were in their emotional phase right now and anything you would say could be and would be taken as a betrayal.

"Sorry..." He muttered.

Despite having a pout on your face you took your handkerchief and blew hot air on it so that it'll warm up and then used that as a heating devide on Seonghwa's forehead, "...must've hurt.."

Seonghwa watches you care for him, even though you winced more and kept asking "does it hurt?" Tch. Gosh, only if he could kiss you right now. Wait. What?

Yes, he thought that right now.

It's isn't his fault though. If one thing he has learned from his friendship with you, is that, soulmates exists. And one-sided love is true. God, he fell so hard. He can't look at anyone else like the way he looks at you. And no one, no one makes him feel the things you do. "You look like a dream..."

He says out of the blue, and you slowly move your eyes to meet his, that's when you realise you're too close. Dangerously close. "What did you say?" You whispered, too scared to speak up, as though breaking the shell both of you had created around you in a span of seconds.

"You look like a dream."

Wow, somehow you survived the situation. You're standing at your door step while Seonghwa's car is still outside the main gate, waiting for you to get inside. But you don't, you look back once again, with a grin, a little too happy for some reason and wave at him. You see him chuckle as he waved back and you got inside. You never wanted to leave but...had to.

As soon as you close the door you slide against the door, looking red like a tomato. Your palms hide your face as you squeal and giggle like a teenager in love. "I'm in trouble..."

Seonghwa thinks back at the moment, he got bold huh? But, someone honked right from behind then screamed "get a room". Yes. It was Wooyoung. He smiled at the memory, he takes off his watch and then his shirt to change into comfortable clothes that's when he realises, he forgot to return you something. His hand shuffle into the pockets of his pants.

A sigh leaves his lips, "guess this gives us another chance to meet." His palm held your earring that you had lost. He doesn't look like it but he is sneaky, he found that earring near where you stood but you were too lost in your world.

So you were Seonghwa's fake girlfriend now. And your family also believed that lie. Crazy, but now they kept teasing you for it. Something about marriage and kids and what not. You shurgged it off whenever you were on a call with them or ignored it when you were with them but secretly...you tried so hard to keep a poker face.

Even at work Hongjoong had caught you daydreaming, and he'd say "love looks good on you". If you were being honest... you've thought about it. How would it be feel to call him your one and only? To live with him? Sleep on the same bed with him....how would it feel if your feelings were reciprocated?

However deep down, anxiety rose in the pit of your stomach. The reality is not it...it's nothing like your imaginations and thoughts. He might not feel the same way at all. "might not?" A painful smile appeared on your face...he obviously doesn't. He had moved on, and you were still stuck in the past like a teenager in love. Sleepless at nights, thoughts of him lingering a little too longer in your mind, replaying moments with butterflies each time.

In a different home and setting...things were quite similar. He realised his feelings had not even decreased one per cent. He'd laugh at the fact how confident he felt when he came back from abroad, feeling 100 per cent sure his heart wouldn't pick up it's pace and your eyes wouldn't work their magic on him.

Oh boy, was he wrong?

The moment he saw you, his pupils enlarged and his jaw opened slightly to take on all your beauty. How can a person become even prettier as time passed by? The world suddenly started to seem bright with you. And it wasn't a foreign feeling at all, it was as though he'd come back home. You. Just like before, every love song was and still remains about you.

How...vile of his heart? To not let go someone who doesn't even wants him. He hated the idea of you with someone else, but he was ready to leave you as long as you were happy. But...he didn't realize it was going to be this difficult.

Basically these two idiots had no idea, both of them liked each other secretly. They were hopelessly in love with each other.

Days went by, your work routine stayed the same but you know what else changed? Your evenings. Your nights. God, all the while you just patiently waited for your job to end, in fact, some days Hongjoong would let you off the hook early.

Then you and Seonghwa would explore the town in his car. Laughing, enjoying, mocking each other, taking silly pictures. It felt like those days were back, and you weren't going to take them for granted anymore.

Just like that, a dinner happened. It was organised by Wooyoung, Hwa's rival and both of you were invited. It was actually shocking to see those two act so in love at the dinner, because Wooyoung wouldn't stop kissing Seonghwa, he was just so drunk but then Seonghwa cleared that he was like that even when he was sober.

A lot of things happened during the dinner but the real fun...was after that. You guys strolled in the parks, laughing. Even catching a young couple, sitting on the benches, experiencing love probably for the first time.

Maybe it was invasion of privacy but it was just so wholesome watching the guy on the right put his hand on the bench and the guy, shorter than the first one, on the left inch by inch hold his hand and both of them looked on opposite directions probably blushing so hard.

You turned to see Seonghwa, his body was hovering you but his gaze was fixated on the couple on the front. You guys were hiding behind a few bushes. God if he looked down at you, you really couldn't control yourself. He never looked down but...you knew he was aware of you lingering gaze on him. How you traced his face structure.

You went to the karaokes, the beach in fact, which was eerily empty and because you were a fool in love, you found it romantic. Or going to the teokkbokki stall that was now built into a restaurant, and surprisingly the owner recognised you.

"Did you go to xyz High school?" The old lady with curly hair asked and Seonghwa responded yes, with a smile. "Aigoo, no wonder I've seen you before! You used to come here after school hours right?"

"Woah you remember!" You said, amazed. "So you guys became a couple huh? Ooh, such a cute and romantic dynamic. It's always the childhood sweethearts." She said while poking her fingers at Seonghwa's shoulder who was too perplexed to even deny her. You bit back a smile, watching his cheeks glow red and his silly reactions. He hadn't changed one bit.

Then when you sat on the bench near Han river, to watch a firework show. You don't think you can hold onto the feelings you felt when you were with him. It was so fuzzy...and warm. Like home..as you always said.

This time Seonghwa spoke, while gazing at the star filled sky, his eyes were bright once again. You aren't sure what he said at the start... because you were mesmerized by his magical looks...and not just because of his face, you could see yourself kissing his soft lips, holding his face in your hands, hugging him....

"Every time we're together, I just feel so happy and fulfilled..." 'I just wish I was brave enough to say the words, but maybe you feel the same way?'

You heard him say....and a smile creeped up your lips as he looked at you. A moment later the fireworks started to explode and your attention was preoccupied by them..in various colours they piped in the dark sky. Like painting an empty canvas... that's exactly how Seonghwa made you feel.

"I love you..."

You whispered while enjoying the fireworks, knowing damn well your words were muffled due to the loud noise of those fireworks. And yet it felt so light....that you couldn't stop smiling. "Hey..." He called for you and when you looked at him, he was holding out two sparklers, that ngit you lit then and smiled like children.

'I wish I was brave enough to tell you how I truly felt...'

"Hwa!" Your knuckles knock on the door of his hotel room. He wasn't living in his old house with parents but seperately, he said he wanted to buy an apartment just like you. Which amde you chuckle.

Today, you stood in front of his door because you were finally ready to confess after a contemplation of a week. Holding a bouquet, with a blush on your face. However, Seonghwa didn't seem to respond.

"..oh the door is unlocked?" Your hands wrap around the door knob and open it up, "..is he not home?" mumbling to yourself, you took in the view the room provided. The silence was really strange and uncomfortable. Because you could hear... something.

You turned around swiftly, in hopes for finding someone...but there was no one. A sound of something falling from the left greeted you, and your anxiety was growing...you didn't want to whisper for some reason. You just followed the voice, hoping that it was Seonghwa. It lead you to the bathroom.

A sigh left your lips once you saw Seonghwa, his body turned around...and half naked? Your cheeks were red....and when he moved just a little to the left..

It was another woman.

Your heart sank to your stomach...and your eyes dropped down. Your eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly twitched. Unconsciously, you clenched on to the bouquet, not realising it had thorns, which pricked one of your fingers.

A tears drop fell and mixed with the blood from your lips because you were biting on it too hard. With a sigh, you stormed away, but on your way you slammed the door. Throwing the bouquet somewhere in the hallway, the blood had trickled down till your wrists, while your lips won't stop bleeding and your tears....they were the same.

Fuck you didn't even have a car to escape as fast you wanted to.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

.....why?

Your feet took you somewhere you knew you'd feel better, if not...you won't feel terrible like you just did a few seconds ago. Your mind kept replaying the scene like a broken casette. Once you reached the garden...you plopped on the ground and hugged your knees.

Clicking your tongue, you bow your head.."it doesn't feel that bad..."

So you said....still crying as if you had been betrayed. You felt like your world was falling apart in front of your eyes.

Everything seemed to melt away, and the ground beneath your feet was turning to dust. Your chest felt like it was caving in on you, and could feel your heart breaking in your throat.

You knew this would happen, that some day he would meet someone else, but to see it right in front of you... to see the two of them together... You just... don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

"So...I never really knew you.." you cried with your breaking voice. Maybe... you took all this for granted again...

Two weeks had passed by.

And you and Seonghwa hadn't talked since then.

Remembering your conversation with Hongjoong was just absolutely painful at this point.

"So...do you like him then?"

"I don't want to."

"But..you do?"

"I do."

Then proceeding to cry out a river. It was all so funny to you. You were the one who rejected him first anyway.

...

Did you?

Oh fuck it who even cares if I didn't or not...i never had the courage to tell him how i felt. I was so afraid..a fucking coward!

"Y/n!"

You turned around to see the same man, you wanted to avoid. Because you knew if right now you saw him...you'd break.

"Where have you been?" He came running towards you in his dress shirt, his tie loosened up, a few buttons opened. His hair still styled up, looked like he had just gotten off from his office.

He had grown up.

He came in front of you and painted while his hands were on his knees. "Wooyoung said he wanted to meet you again and it-"

"Let's stop acting like this Seonghwa." Your stern voice caught him off guard and he looked at you with a concerned look. "What?...but you agreed.."

"I did...and honestly, I'm sorry i did. I was an idiot." Your throat felt so hoarse and tight, eyes were glazed over, staring at the person in front of you.

You were trying so hard to stay calm and collected, but the tears were welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"No, no, no" you whispered to yourself, you can't break down like a child again. It was all for the best...right?"

"Did...did something happen?" His hand extended to stop you, to hold you, to embrace you...instead you took a step back, "You...have so many people that you have to meet. So many things that you have to do...I think it's best to spend them.. without me. Oh and.."

Your hand shuffle through your bag and take out a bracelet with a star charm, you remember you used to have an identical one but with an infinity charm, "here...keep this."

Seonghwa took the item in his hand, thoroughly observing it, "you...found this?"

"Mhm...I kept it when you untied it and there it in the middle of the ground." Seonghwa looked absolutely distraught. This was no what he had expected when he came back from the office, "don't keep sanitizers in your car." As though you were trying to make him realise what he had done wrong, you bitterly smiled but looked at him for the last time, "it'll remind you of us."

[nothingjustme444]

I literally read a nin ateez fic and I'm not complaining. The fluff OHMYGOD it made me feel so warm and fuzzy. And ofc u had to top it off with rain *chef's kiss*

-ˋˏ [When love lasts] ˎˊ

Pairings:- Choi Beomgyu x Female reader

Synopsis:- Growing up with a friend group was a blessing in a prestigious school. It also contributed to your love life. Everyone went on their own ways, but that one person still resides in your heart. So, what would you do if he showed up again as your neighbour?

Genre:- Friends to lovers, Rom-Com, fluff, more fluff and more fluff, TXT x Itzy friend group.

Type:- Oneshot

Words:- 20k

"And did you know that the proletariat – were to organise themselves into a politically revolutionary movement to counter the exploitative and unequal effects of capitalism, which were accelerated and expanded by the industrial revolution. This vision of a potential link between the-"

Gosh, you shouldn't have trusted your alcoholic acquaintance who tends to refer to you as a 'friend' for a blind date. It'd be a miracle if she, herself managed to find the right guy. The moment you sat on the table, which by the way was reserved by you, he has been talking non-stop about some guy named Marx and his good deeds. You did not study English literature as a major for this.

But how could you stop him? You had absolutely no idea. One part of you wanted to just walk out and the other felt sympathetic towards this lonely guy who wanted to share information about his interests. No wonder you never had a boyfriend. Your palms held your chin as you tried your best to look focused but who were you kidding, even if you did pay mind to him he wasn't going to accept you.

What a waste of day. "He looked cute though." You mumbled while walking down the streets to your beloved apartment. The sky was clear but you were suspicious of the rain as it was monsoon already. You loved rain. Even if you were given a lifetime to describe the happiness you felt when you saw the droplets falling from the sky, you don't think you could. All you needed was a person who made you feel just as happy. And there was someone, during your high school days. God, the things you'd do just to live those times once again.

You reached your apartment and saw a truck full of furniture and then realised, the people living next to your apartment had left a week ago. New family might be moving in. Reaching the elevator, you pressed the button for 8th floor. The doors of the lift had started to close when a hand stopped their convergence.

You gazed up to find a a blond head hunching down, panting. As he straightened his posture, you met a familiar face. It was difficult to figure out the person when his body was bowed but now it's very clear. "I'm sorry I got late-" he stopped in between, reflecting the same expression on your face. Eyes wide, jaw about to fall off and eyebrows raised up. He had froze in his place.

There was no way you would be in the same lift as this man so with courage you moved your feet and began clicking the close button recklessly while maintaining the eye contact. The people passing you guys were quite surprised and some even laughed thinking your misery was comical. But he didn't even move until the doors to the elevator closed and you finally let out a sigh of relief.

Your knees felt so weak, you almost collapsed if it wasn't for the lift wall behind you. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Wobbling you managed to reach your apartment. Your head completely immersed in Choi Beomgyu. Did he perhaps know where I live? Is he here for me? No that's can't be...and just as you take your keys out, your eyes fall on the empty apartment next to you. A man entered from the lift with a few boxes and went into next door. You bit your lip out of curiosity, wanting to know who was the person moving in.

"Excuse me?" You called out for the man who now came out, "Yes?", stepping closer, "Um, do you have any idea of what kind of people are moving here?"

"What does that mean?" He questioned because of the absurdity and finds your eyes trying to search something inside the apartment. "Just tell me, is it a family?"

"No..it's a fine young man. Somewhere around 22 to 24."

The man revealed and your eyes automatically grew wide. Your highschool crush was moving next to you. Oh, holy land, open yourself and bury me in, save me from the embarassment. Even though it had been 5 years, you had grown beautifully from a teenager to an adult, you still didn't have the guts to face him and you have no idea why.

So lost in thought and fear you didn't notice the man leave. The lift dinged once again and you ran for your life because what if it was Beomgyu? You tried hiding your face with hair and went near your apartment door. But the series of unfortunate events had just started. Your keys disappeared. One moment they were hanging in your fingers and now they're gone.

On top of that, you have no idea if Beomgyu ever came upstairs. So what if you turned around and met with him...again?!? No no, you mustn't turn. You mumbled to yourself and tried finding the keys somewhere. For a second you thought of just walking out of there but then what if you saw him downstairs. Ugh, so frustrating.

As you're frowning and cursing your life, a hand pats you shoulder. You turn around, and your eyes once again expand. It was the person you had been trying to avoid this whole time.

"Looking for these?" He said as he held the keys in hands and shook them, creating sounds because of the pearl keychain attached to them. You froze. You and no idea what to say or do. Beomgyu chuckled at your round eyes, "Why are you so shocked? Hm?" He leaned in which only made you back up, "Don't you remember me, y/n?"

His soft voice let your name out and it sent goosebumps to your skin. 5 years, and yet this man has you under his control. But how could you not react to him? His beautiful brown eyes that reminded you of the nature, the mountains and the other times, looked like warm coffee cups. And his soft features, a spectacular high bridged nose you always wanted to caress. But most of all, his hair..that gracefully complimented his face.

"Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts, "I do.." you mumbled. How could I forget you? He smirked, "Guess, you'll have to keep up with me a few years more." He said straightening himself, lost in his eyes you didn't realise your jaw was wide open. And he was staring right back. You could just get lost, drown in his mesmerizing eyes.

Just at the right time your phone rang and saved you from the embarassment of falling right there and then because your legs were literally so weak at this point. You just walked away without saying anything because what could you have said? And then realised you forgot the keys! So you walk back and extend your palm, Beomgyu automatically places the keys in your hand and you awkwardly walk back.

He watches you walk back and it brought back so many memories. Especially the one, during graduation, you were walking back to your house. His hand extended to stop you...but couldn't. A lot of things were left unsaid. Who knew years later, universe would grant him another opportunity. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles, and disappears into his new apartment.

Meanwhile you shut the door close, leaving a sigh of relief. You pick up your phone that had been ringing this whole time, you never thought changing your ringtone to your favourite love song would turn out this way. "Hello?"

"Choi Beomgyu, your first love is shifting to where you live!" You hear Yeji blurting out through the phone. "How do you know that?!" You yell. "He posted a few pictures on his insta and i recognised the building behind."

"Yeji you could've told this to me like 10 minutes ago?"

"Oh my god! You already met him didn't you?" Yeji predicted right away and it has you pinching your nose bridge in frustration, "Yes, I did Yeji. And I swear to god I've never been this tongue tied. If you were with me you would have gotten second hand embarassment." You say as you plop yourself on the bed. "Wow...that sounds really bad." Yeji sighed and you can't really imagine how you would live with your childhood crush right next door. "How stuck up could I be... Shouldn't I be over it?" You brought up. You should be. You thought to yourself. "It's been five years already. I've never dated anyone because...all of them...they weren't him."

"Our sweet, childish y/n-ah!" Yeji cooes, "it's fate. You were given another chance by the universe. If you truly love him, don't let it go to waste."

A few hours later you decided to leave your room and try striking a conversation with Beomgyu. And, apologize for your behaviour. You stood in front of his door, still debating if you should knock or not. Deciding twice that you should just run away. But Yeji's words echoed in your head and you took a deep breath, shut your eyes and just knocked.

The door opened, "oh hey y/n.." oh God, why, why do you have to be so magnificently gorgeous that every time you show up I forget how to talk. "Uh..um.." you cleared your throat, "Do you need any help?"

"Yeah...i'd appreciate it."

Deep down you hoped he'd say 'no actually' so you won't have to face him but guess the universe has a plan. You stepped inside his apartment, the same architecture as yours but it looked empty because nothing was in its place.

Beomgyu hadn't unpacked the things. The walls were devoid of any paint, just a plain white colour. How did the previous family even live here? You wondered. The boxes were still scattered around. Your eyes went everywhere and you spotted a similar cover. It was Beomgyu's guitar! He still plays it.

"I'm sorry, The place is a mess right now." Beomgyu said as he moved a few boxes aside. "No that's alright. I can help you with that." You also joined the latter in seperating the cartons. "We should eat something first. I'm ordering chicken, you in?" He asked and you wanted to say yes but will it be alright? He's already having trouble with the setting if you said yes he would have more trouble plus-

"I'll take that as a yes."

Now you were sitting on the floor, eating chicken with your crush. "I'm thinking of painting these walls before setting everything." He chatted. You nod your head, taking a piece of chicken, "That's a really great idea. It'd give more character to this place. Plus, you can add wallpapers too. Have you chosen any colours?" You spoke, realising you said a little too much.

Beomgyu chuckled, "You're still the same y/n..." You observed the way his hair fell perfectly on his face, how his eyes turned into crescents, because of you. "What have you been doing though?" He questioned and you told him about your interest in literature. "Woah...so like you read old books?" You snort, "Something like that. To be honest, i chose this major just so I could read Romeo and Juliet." You went on and on about your fascination with love stories.

Beomgyu on the other hand, observed your face that morphed into so many expressions, trying to explain something about Shakespear. But he didn't get a word of what you said yet could listen to you talk forever. Because you're so happy. "Y/n..", he won't let you go this time, "Would you like to paint these walls tomorrow?"

You stare at the empty walls, your mind running with creative thoughts. Maybe we should pair stars here or much better the universe! That's a bit much...

"What's your pretty little head thinking?" Your over the top ideas are interuppted by Beomgyu. "Nothing, just thinking...what would you like to have here?" You questioned in hopes for an answer but instead you feel a his fingers tugging a few lose hair strands behind your ear, "Anything you want..." He mumbled.

Oh boy, why would he do that? Does he even know the impact he has on you? You were sure your face would turn into a tomato, so you immediately open up a window to let the fresh air slap your face into reality.

"I've got the 7 crucial colours, if we need more we can mix them up to make new ones. And..I have put all the different types of brush there." Beomgyu informed and you were already in your focus mode.

You decided on beige, brown and white as a colour theme. With black doodles of moons, stars and quite possibly a few leaves. Throughout the day you were painting wearing one of your extra large lavender t-shirt and shorts. Beomgyu had something similar, and yet looked like a model.

You were working hard and so was Beomgyu. Honestly, it felt refreshing and you thought it wouldn't hurt to decorate your house yourself. The living room was huge and this would take a day to paint.

You would glance at Beomgyu time to time. Watching him concentrate on his painting, his eyebrows furrowed together and hands carefully giving details. Or you'd basically gawk at his side profile as he stood near the window, the sunshine radiating his sculpted face. Never in a thousand lifetimes you would've thought of spending time with your crush. Dreams and imaginations were different but actually hoping for it and living it.

This seemed like the perfect time to be grateful.

To make it more fun, Beomgyu would threaten to smear the paint on your face and you'd tap his nose with your already paint stained finger. He ran behind you in hopes of catching you but you jumped up the plastic covered couch and Beomgyu stayed behind the line of cartons. You poked your tongue out and teased him neglecting his height. One step and he was already with you on the couch, standing tall.

The proximity was a little too close, he leaned down and you could feel his hot breath. He met your eye level and stared at you for a while which fumbled up your insides. He took that as a chance and swiped the paint brush on your cheek. Or when he messed up his painting and you came to the rescue with paint and other tools. You didn't even realise how fast the time flew.

You started at around 9 AM and it was already 2. Which meant lunch, your stomach was killing you because of the starvation. You suggested to eat lunch at a restaurant nearby, thinking it'd only help him get to know the neighborhood more. In seconds you were off to take a shower and change clothes.

"This neighborhood is cozy..." Beomgyu affirmed, sitting under the huge umbrella of an outdoor restaurant. "This is one of my favourite places. It reminds me so much of home." You say taking a sip of your bubble tea. "Yeah... It sure is nostalgic." He whispered and smiled, "Do you remember back in highschool when all of us bunked class and in the market bumped into Mr Kim who was on a leave from the school?" Your eyes became wide as you recalled the memory of being caught by a teacher, "the first one he spotted was soobin because of his height, so all of us ran for our lives." You laughed and Beomgyu mirrored your reaction. "Those were good times..."

"Are you in touch with the squad?" You asked, "yes, with the boys I still am. What about you?" "The girls, although I lost yuna's number!" A sudden silence fell among you, both of you ran out of words. The wind picked it's pace as well. Your hair danced with the wind and Beomgyu watched you, 'so pretty..'

"How come you're back here? I mean during highschool you wanted to move to USA.."

"I did. I even enrolled in a band but, I just thought that it won't suit me. So I came back where I belonged."

You nodded. A band huh? He was already talented. Being with him, many memories came back to you. Even the ones that weren't all sunshine and daisies. You remember the girls used to be all over him back then. Giving him loads of gifts during valentine's day, or his birthday. So many confession cards and homemade chocolates. It irked you so much yet you couldn't tell him how you truly felt.

Maybe it was the fear of rejection or you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"So, anything new happened in your life?" This time Beomgyu took the liberty to question. You smiled a little, hoping there was something different in your life, you shook your head, "Not really, it's been the same for as long as I can remember. Just a few tiny changes." You sighed, "oh but you entering my life again, is something new and...exciting."

A smirk shows up on the latter's face, "I'll make sure to make it very thrilling." And you aren't sure why but it made you feel things. You inhaled sharply at his words and took a sip of the drink. Observing his appearance, you realised his hair colour had changed, "You changed your hair colour..was this for the band?" Your eyes lurk around his locks.

"Yeah...and they're shorter." He glanced at you, "Everything about you is the same though.." and it felt as though the time stopped and everyone around you disappeared, only his voice echoed loud and clear, "Your hair, your round eyes, and your silly reactions.." a chuckle escaped through his lips, "Especially when you scrunch your nose, it's..."

His eyes lock with yours, "It's adorable.."

This moment, is like a treasure for you. Because these words make your heart pound so fast, it's as though all your imaginations are coming true. Your stomach is performing gymnastics at this point. And you just can't take your eyes off of him. Maybe he doesn't even mean those words but oh, how can he always win a smile from you?

Just like this, days flew by. Feelings wouldn't stop blooming, it was if they were growing day by day, second by second. Beomgyu's apartment had been decorated, all thanks to your creativity and both of your hardwork. You added little paintings, fairy lights, posters. The shopping was a little crazy though.

Beomgyu sitting in the shopping cart and holding everything you threw in it. He was like a baby in his pram and you were pushing it around the aisle. Or when he told you to film him doing a cartwheel but instead what you got in the video was him falling over a rack and completely destroying it, making loud noises in the dead silent store. And you just quietly walked away.

You still have that video and you're sure you'll use it to your advantage. You were getting used to this. Him being by your side all the time. When you woke up, the first thing you did was knock on his door to wake him up or bring him delicious breakfast that you would eat together in his room, on the floor. Coming back from your university, but stopping by to get some honey rice cakes because Beomgyu loved them.

It was all becoming normal.

The latter was in somewhat of a same situation...or maybe worse. He never understood why his heart took a stride whenever you were near. Why he wanted to pat your head or hug you close. Heck, he almost did hug you but...would that have been right? He can't help but wonder you might have someone for yourself too right? You were not so stuck up like him...still in his past, and refusing to date anyone else.

All he wanted, was to be with you for the rest of his life.

After a long and tiring day at uni, you decide to cook yourself a warm meal and eat it in the silence of your cozy apartment. You sit by the window, slurping your ramen and gazing outside. Trying to get rid of these thoughts. You guessed it right... thoughts of Choi Beomgyu.

As much as you loved being by his side, you were afraid. In fact, you were terrified of getting your heart broken. What if he already had a love interest? You would be coming between them. What if he saw you as just a friend and not someone he can spend his entire life with?

Your lips leave a scoff and you mumble, "Of course he doesn't feel that way..." Despite his teasing and cheesy lines that sent a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, you tried not to feel too attached to it. To him.

Because what if, the cupid hadn't hit the both of you?

A pat sound makes your ear perk up, your eyes are wide, in hopes, looking out the window and you flinch when a droplet falls over the glass. In seconds the rain pick up it's pace and it was showering. The wind guiding the droplets.

You leaned back in your chair and shut your eyes, relieving a sigh. The sound of the rain. It's peaceful isn't it? Your eyes open to look out in the empty, wet streets. Not one single person in sight. A few vehicles occassionally passing by. The humidity increased and it made the windows a little foggy.

You raised your finger and drew a heart on the stained window. A little while later, when the rain slowed down, a figure appeared in the street, familiar. It was beomgyu, with his skateboard.

It's dangerous, but he has always done it on the day it rains and you fail to understand everytime. Your mind wanders off to when in school, the boys used to either bring roller skates or steel scooters. Beomgyu brought his skateboard.

Just like any other person in love, you used to watch him from the second floor. He was your world. A world you weren't sure you'd achieve.

And so the Déja vú brings goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes softening as your elbow supports your chin and you look at him with hearts as your pupils. "Cookie..." You remember the nickname you used to call him, "I love you.." you whisper, something you may not be able to tell him face to face.

As you're enjoying the view, the lights around you go off. It's the power cut. You get up from your chair to pick an umbrella from the stand and storm out locking your door.

Beomgyu puts his foot on the skate and uses the other to drag it, successfully balancing himslef and skates as the cold air splashes his face. The smell of the rain filled his aroma and he closed his eyes. Although, stopping in between, his hair now drenched in water as wells as his clothes.

A shiver ran down his spine as another gush of wind passes by, he opens his eyes as the feeling of droplets on his skin had stopped. "You'll catch a cold..." He heard you say, as you protect both of you with the rain. Looking wonderful as ever. Eyebrows furrowed in worry, hair flying with the wind. How desperately he just wants to embrace you right now.

"Beomgyu?"

"Call me cookie y/n...like you used to."

The thunder struck just at the right time and rain had gotten much worse. None of it affects you, how could it? When the man standing in front of you looked unreal. As much as you'd like to keep your mind out of the lovesickness, you can't. What does he possibly mean 'call me cookie'? There you go, your mind is running in spirals.

The street lights had turned on, the sun had dipped down the horizon already and because of the clouds, the sky was dark. The thunder randomly decided to scare you a few times which gave Beomgyu a chance to laugh.

Under the same umbrella, walking down the wet streets during the rain. Magical.

"I remember you skating in the school grounds, usually when it poured..." Your head down low because you knew he'd understand you used to watch him a little too often. "Yeah.." you feel his gaze on you, "and i saw you on the second floor everytime it rained."

His memory collection made your heart skip a beat. He remembers. "I know you love rain..." He whispers. "Then, can you grant me a wish?" You said fiddling with your fingers, not having any idea if asking the question was alright..or if he'd say yes.

"I'm willing to fulfill your every wish..."

Oh god. Why must you.

You stopped and faced him, his gentle eyes were on you, a few droplets falling from his wet hair. You drop the umbrella and extend your hand, "Care to join me?" A smile decorating your lips when he held yours. It sent a feeling of million fireworks on your skin, more like an electric shock.

His hand sneaked around your waist as he pulled you closed, enough for his nose to be beside your head and you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your eyes now found interest in the ground, because you knew your face was scarlet by now.

"Y/n..look at me." he whispered your name in a deep voice and on god you felt you'd faint. Slowly, having courage you looked at him, and his eyes unlike before were more focused on you and had glint of something, you can't point it.

His hands clasped with yours, while looking straight into your eyes. He brought your hands up till your shoulders and gave them a brief glance, looking right back at you and you can't predict what's about to happen.

"I.." he hesitated, as if thinking something through but still being reckless, "I want a lifetime with you."

You hear him say loud and clear. The raindrops that you felt on yourself were being forgotten, the sound of the rain faded away and the only person you could see was him. The moment couldn't have been more perfect. Five years, and everything worked out in the end.

And you were already pulling him into a kiss. Your hands on his cheeks and your lips on his. The kind of kiss, where none of your lips moved but just stayed there, getting used to the feeling. Gradually, Beomgyu made the kiss much better, and much messier.

Albeit the cold atmosphere you felt like you were burning. Once the kiss broke, you adjoined your forehead with his, his hands placed at your waist, "you're mine.."

"Y/n...I love you."

With a deep breath, you mumbled, "I love you too."

What a moment it was. Hearts beating fast, skin adorned with goosebumps, and lips swollen with kisses. You couldn't believe it was finally happening.

As you're relationship continued, beomgyu became even bolder. Kissing you outside your apartment where you both could get caught or backing you up against a wall and gracing your neck with red spots. And how could you forget the countless times he made you miss uni just because he wanted more cuddles.

From listening to him sing as he played his guitar to going on dates and sharing everything. His clothes, his food, his room, his bed...

Oh and when you told your friends your relationship status, their faces would be engraved in your brain.

Soobin and Taehyun's wide jaw while Kai and Yuna decided to give background laughter, Lia choked on her water and Yeonjun declared his crush on you which led Beomgyu and Yeonjun to argue playfully. Chaeryeong zoned out as usual and Ryujin looked unbothered while Yeji was bawling due to the happiness.

"Come on don't be embarrassed!" Beomgyu continued to try and convince you to sit behind him on the cycle, "... Are you sure?" You still checked because it was too much. A bicycle, it's so romantic. God, this is the fun of being all vintage. A cycle ride.

Beomgyu really was perfect. He predicted all your wishes and like an angel helped in making them come true. Like the dance in the rain, a trip to Paris, getting Turkish ice cream, caressing his nose, writing letters to each other and just like so, a bicycle ride.

He never disappointed and you did just as much he did for you. Everything was perfect. His little praises every now and then, forehead kisses, and sometimes necks kisses that became a little heated, and...a marriage proposal.

It had already been 3 years of your relationship and now you were ready to settle with the only one. You still remember it vividly when he got on one knee in some restaurant and all your mind thought was his words when he first confessed 'I want a lifetime with you.'

So you said yes. And here you are, fulfilling your yet another wish. You plop on the backseat as your hand curl around his waist, "Hold tight, don't want losing my wife..." He said and once again butterflies conquered you.

One thing was for sure, no matter how many years you spent with this man, he would never fail to make you happy. You placed your head gently on his back as he rode the bicycle and you're sure he hears your heart beat right now.

So this is what happens when love lasts...

The End.

"Thank you so much for reading this guys. And the person who suggested a beomgyu fic, this is for you!!" @beomstarz

[nothingjustme444]

I'm sad 😭 CMON WE COULD'VE ALSO GOTTEN MINGI but woo x yn tho it's like yn's making sure woo gets the taste of his own personality XD but this is awesome!

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Maknae line

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People described you as a walking time capsule. Just because you liked clicking pictures and journal every little thing that went on in your life. Without realising you helped a lot of people in this way. It was a habit of yours to always carry a Polaroid camera, if not then the camera app was always open on your phone. It was because of your mother that you liked to treasure things... treasure moments, to feel the emotions that went through you at that exact time. So, here you are sitting on your couch. The drizzling outside calms you as you look through your Camera and walk through the memory lane of your love life....

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○Choi San○

"Look at me.."

"Pleaseeee..."

"Let me see your face."

"Y/nnnnn.."

San whined next to you on the bed in his extra large hoodie. Meanwhile, your eyes were stuck on the laptop screen. Fingers on the keyboard, typing words San had no interest in. "Just 5 more minutes. Once I'm done with this essay we can do whatever you want.." You tried to give hopes to San so that he'd stop distracting you. Besides, there was no way you'd be done within 5 minutes..You had just begun. 'Never' miss the deadline' an advise to yourself for the future.

San's hands snake under your pyjama shirt, his voice was now way deeper and breathy, and so close to you ear. "Anything..?" His soft touch sent waves throughout your body that felt like an electric shock. You physically shuddered and San already guessed he had the upper hand. "Hm? Is my princess getting turned on?"

Damn it, his lips won't leave your ear. These whispers were dangerous and you and San both knew it. They won't just end here. Gradually, you felt his lips graze your helix then slowly lick your earlobe. It was so satisfying that you found yourself clenching your thighs. Oh he knows what he does to you and he never leaves an opportunity to prove that. His teeth gently nibbled the soft skin on your ear slowly going downwards towards your neck. Meanwhile his hands caressed your abdomen. Gosh, this was too much. His breath on your skin, his warm hands touching you and his wet tongue circling your weak spot. The heat was becoming hard to handle.

Your eyes started to roll back and your body began to lose it's control. You hadn't realised the way you were leaning on San's body. Your head rested on his shoulder while his face was buried in the crook of your neck, devouring you. His hair tickled you and that just provided more to the pleasure.

There he goes again. With that smirk. Knowing he gets you all hot and messy. And that's when you came back to your senses.

"San!" You straightened your posture and wriggled away from your boyfriend who had been a bit too clingy today. "...Are you seriously going to fight your urge?" His honey voice asked curiously. "No...I mean, we can later. There's just...so much. I'm the one to blame, this was supposed to be done 2 weeks ago but 2 weeks ago we were..." You stopped mid-sentence to collect the memories and it hit you. Last time San had tricked you into having sex.

"Oh my god! It was You!!! It was because of you I forgot about my 15 credits worth of essay!" You gasped in realisation.

"Well, what can I say, I am such a sexy boyfriend that you couldn't resist." His smug smirk still pasted on his face and you were ready to snatch it off.

"Choi San forget about any intercourse for the coming 2 weeks!" You declared the punishment.

"...cuddles are still up right?"

"No!"

San left a loud a gasp as his eyes had now turned round and his mouth was shaped in an 'O'. "That's not fair. I atleast deserve cuddles?"

"You do, but it's for distracting me." Although it's my fault for being distracted. You thought.

His eyes narrowed and his lips formed into a pout, "You're mean. Not only to me but yourself too."

What does he mean-

"You're dripping wet Y/n." He spits the words so nonchalantly. However, you on the other hand, had gone scarlet. "Do you want me to ban the kisses too?" You threatened.

"Okay fine. I'll leave you and your...essay alone." San murmured as he got up from the bed taking his pillow with him and then spread the futon on the ground. He's sulking again and you find it adorable. You think how you would have never imagined for a man to go so crazy over you that if he didn't get to touch you, he'd sulk. A smile tugged on to your face which didn't go unnoticed by the latter, "What're you smiling about? You just washed down the dreams of your boyfriend." He said with a frown.

You chuckled but made sure he didn't hear. Once this essay is finished, you'll make sure your boyfriends 'dreams' come true. And you continued with the work. San put on his hoodie and laid on the futon. Hours passed by, until the clock hit 12 you hadn't moved from the bed.

It felt so good to close all the tabs and shutting down the laptop. However, it had been very quiet. Maybe, San really took it serious and was behaving. These were your thoughts until you peeked on the floor to find him laid on his stomach, asleep. It was weirdly funny to randomly find him in an unusual pose. Not even a leg or arm was out of line, he was straight as a ruler. And you wondered how was he breathing?

But you won't let this moment slide. You pulled your phone from the charger and took like a million pictures so that if San makes you delete one, you'll have a treasure full of them.

You turned him so that he could at least breathe properly, and as expected his face was all red and marks of the fabric of the pillow could be seen on his clear skin. You removed his socks and took the blanket to cover the both of you with a kiss on his forehead.

"Let's be together for... always."

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○Song Mingi○

Your fingers scrolled through the Instagram account of your boyfriend. Ex boyfriend. Eyes pooled with tears, looking at every picture he posted since yesterday with his new partner. He didn't even think twice before posting these. Now, it's just so obvious he cheated. All the pictures, stories, wishes were erased from his account just like the memories and plans you both had built together.

The tears fell on to the phone screen, breaking your focus from the pictures. Your eyes then gazed away in the horizon of the New York sky. 'Heartbroken in Manhattan.' If anyone's looking to write a biopic on me...use the title. The silly thoughts in your head didn't gain a smile from your lips.

The emails from work were already piled up but you had no motivation to look at one of them. Guess, breakup does hurt. So, now you find yourself in a café. The soft ambience, customers' low chatter and the beige aesthetic of the café made you a little too comfortable. You weren't here to order, you were just here to sit. To enjoy the peace and read the quotes on the walls. In hopes you'd be distracted. It was the best decision you had ever made.

"Emo alert!" The man with lush black hair spoke. "Wooyoung, how many times have I told you to keep your volume down?" Mingi, afraid he might get fired because of his mischievous, short friend. "oh come one, it's not like she heard us. She's way too stuck up in her memories at this moment, I bet. Plus, you can't seem to take your eyes off of her." Wooyoung side-eyed Mingi, who got caught in the act.

"So what she's pretty?" He blurted out. "Do you wanna give it a go?"

You rested your head against the clear glass and looked outside at the scene of people rushing here and there. Some were alone, some with friends and family, some with their pets and the other's with their partners. Making it a little too obvious. "2 whole years and this is when you decide to show me the most clingy couple on the date I got cheated on." You murmured, blaming the god for the sudden boost of couples in the streets.

"Mam would you like to order?" You turned your head to the voice. A man about 6 foot tall stood there with a white button up and an apron that had the logo of the café written in cursive. His blond died locks caught your attention. That colour fit him perfectly. Not to mention his eyes... piercing eyes gazing at you softly. "Mam?"

"No I'd like...to stay here for a while." You respond but he doesn't move from his position. "Uh...is there something-" you started but were interuppted by the stranger, "My name's Mingi. And you look a little too pretty for me to not notice."

Oh boy. Is he trying to ask me out? Your thoughts ran at the speed of a horse. It's true since yesterday, this was the first thing you felt and it kinda made you feel alive. "You're aware that you have a name tag on your apron right?" You informed, and his ears had already turned red.

"So, you get what I'm trying to say right?" His hands now rested on your table and he was way too close for someone you just met. "Wait till my shift ends.." and he left. Wow, who does he think he is? Does every other man on this earth think they can tell me what to do and how to feel? I'll leave right away.

The wind slapped you in the face due to the bus that passed by you in a high speed. The temperature had dropped, it was already past 9 so a shiver ran down your spine and instinctively you held both your arms. "Are you cold?" The same voice startled you from behind.

Yes, you ended up taking his offer. You admit that it was pretty desperate but come on, if it buried down the pain of a heartbreak, then it's fine. "No I'm fine." You uttered through your chittering teeth. Mingi chuckled as he walked besides you on the pathway, "So, what's got you sulking huh?"

"I think it's easy to guess, isn't it?" You said, clenching the strap of your sling bag. "Yes, I got my heartbroken. And that's not even the worst part. He cheated on me and I don't even know for how long, and as soon as he broke up with me with the shittiest excuse of how 'he doesn't deserves me', he's posting pictures that were taken behind my back as if it won't hurt me."

You paused and took a deep breath. Tears once again captured your eyes but you didn't want to break in front of someone you just met. "It's okay to cry you know? I promise I won't judge." And in seconds Mingi started hearing sniffles. "Yeah..." You started, with gasps, "Considering I just told you the reason I broke up..." You stopped again and hiccuped, "...so pitiful right?" And you continued with your crying.

Mingi's leg halted, because you had stopped. From the moment he had seen you he just couldn't process the beauty you had. Was it possible for someone to look like this? But when you sat on the table, all alone, with an expression that melt him like an ice-cube - he just wanted to punch the douche who made you feel this way. "Hey..." He came forward to face you, "How could someone possibly be so dumb to leave a person like you? That's the sole question right now. But you know what?"

His big hands cupped your face, and wiped your tears with his thumb, "If he hadn't done this, I probably would have never met you." His eyes looked straight in yours. It sent butterflies in your gut, but it's really weird, why would he care so much? He just met you. And why is it that he has such a huge impact on you? His skin is so soft, and he looks at you as if you're in the only girl in this whole universe. It made your heart beat 2x faster.

"...Y/n. My name, if you cared to ask." You tried to change the topic but his sweet words won't stop, "I already called you mine."

"You know that i won't fall in love this easily right?" You were now at the rooftop of some hotel Mingi insisted to go to, "Of course, i know you won't. That's why I have everything planned. First we go on a date, then on another date and we keep dating until you fall in love. It's okay though, if you want to stop whatever we have going on." He rambled on and you laughed at his attempts to be sly. And when you smiled like that...his heart skipped a beat.

It was like sparkles surrounded you, "You..." He pointed at you and your smile faded away, "What?.." you asked out of curiosity. "Don't show that smile of yours to other people, alright?"

And that just made you smile more. Until, he got all into your personal space, "Smile like this whenever I'm around you, I don't want anyone else to steal you." He spoke in his husky voice. Oh my god, is this happening? Already? Is he going to kiss?

His finger extended and pushed your forehead as he got up to stand near the railing, "By the way, why the heck didn't you block his insta account already?"

You were all flushed what could you've said, "...i..have no idea." That's when he looked back and smiled brightly that it could light up the whole town, as he motioned you to stand besides him and enjoy the city lights. I guess that's when you knew you'd spend the whole life together.

"Let me take a picture of you!" You called out from behind.

You still have that picture on the side table of your bed, in hopes of getting back with him. Guess, you predicted it all wrong.

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○Jung Wooyoung○

"Excuse me, where are the flavoured coffee pouches?" You asked the worker as you couldn't find your favourite coffee packs anywhere today. "Sorry ma'am but the coffee packs are finished." Oh come on, not today. The thing is, it's your exams. Which means you'd need caffeine. Tons of it. You were a smart kid, you had already done quite the amount studying beforehand but being a perfectionist has it's perks. A day prior to your exams, nervousness and anxiety had captured you and you had been studying for almost the whole day. Until your coffee finished.

"There must be some? Any tea or something?" You asked because if there's no coffee there's got to be a replacement. "Um, oh yes we do have lavender flavored teas but they're limited." First of all, LAVENDER?? Your mind went nuts because people actually drink this. Well not to be blame others you're also a big fan of mint-chocolate. You pushed back your spectacles, "Yeah sure that'd work." "Please follow me.."

You tailed behind the tall man into the next aisle. As you reached there you saw just one pack settled on the shelf, there it was. It was surrounded by sparkles, it was your treasure. You wasted a little too much time in staring at it and some guy came and had already picked it up.

No, you can't let this happen. No way. You have to ace the exam, and for that you'd need that lavender tea. "Excuse me!" You called out for the man dressed in all black, only his eyes visible because his face was covered by mask. "Oh hey four eyes!" The strange man blurted out. Your eyes went wide and your eyebrows furrowed to his absurd response. "Excuse me?" You say in defense. He finally turns his full attention to you and puts back down the packs of snacks and your lavender tea in his shopping cart. "What?"

"You know it's not right to call people names based on their appearance!" You taunted while your narrow eyes shot daggers at him. "But you don't get so defensive when Hongjoong calls you that." He pointed out your sheer biasness towards your crush. But how does he know Kim Hongjoong anyway? Your expression twisted into that of confusion, "How do you know Hongjoong?"

As if on command, he removed the black mask to reveal his face. Oh good lord, he's Jung Wooyoung. The troublemaker of school and Hongjoong's close friend. "Does this makes sense now?" He leaned in closer which made you back up a little, "You make it so obvious you have a sweet little crush on him." Why did he make your blood boil so bad? You rolled your eyes and walked by him to reach his shopping cart. Finally, your hands took out the sweet item.

"What're you doing?" He asked. "Taking what's mine." Your answer made Wooyoung scoff, "It doesn't have your name on it. Plus I took it first."

Oh Jung Wooyoung, He may be the school's troublemaker but here, right now, you are the queen who is high on caffeine. He has already lost this war. You devilishly chuckled and took out a pen out of your sweatpants pocket. "Oh look what we have here!" You gave a dramatic shocked expression and then proceeded to write your name on the pack, "Now it does, and for your information, My eyes saw it first."

You proceeded to check out but couldn't get rid of the person you accidentally met. He's following you like a lost puppy found in a garden. "What do you want?" You stopped mid-way and turned behind which caught Wooyoung off-guard, "Trying to talk to you." He stated. "Yeah sure, or you could be trying to murder me for taking a tea pack." Wooyoung lowly chuckled as he was now slowly making his way towards you, "Murder for a tea pack? You for real think I have no standards." His body hovered you, you weren't that short, an adequate amount of height was gifted to you so Wooyoung didn't have to completely look down at you. However, one thing he never failed to notice was you. Uh-huh.

His group is quite the thing in the high-school. And you attend it together. As they say 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' The million times Hongjoong has told this to Wooyoung, it doesn't seem to faze him. Which is why he became the troublemaker. He has a reputation among girls because of his 'bad-boy' personality. More like a player. But guess, girls are a sucker for that. Eating other's lunch, taking their money, causing problems for teachers, pranking students, being almost all the time in detention.

And yet, he never failed to notice you. Ever since the first day of his school he has been keeping an eye on you. And you seem to be clueless, drowned in the hopes of Hongjoong. How to break it you he doesn't think of you like that at all? That's right, he couldn't. Because he knew it would shatter you in pieces. But what he could do, was make you fall for him.

He peeked in your your polythene, "You're having a rough night i presume." He remarked which made you look at your bought items and hide it behind yourself. "So many chocolate bars and different types of caffeine drinks. Tsk, guess the nerd hasn't studied enough?" He looked at you with the eyes of hyena, You were well aware of his persona so you knew better. "Whatever you're planning for Jung Wooyoung, I won't fall for it."

"A meal." He began. "What?" You were surprised. "Let me prepare you a meal."

"Why?"

"Just because."

"You'll poison me!"

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

You stood there observing his now sweet experession. No, a fake experession. The one where it looked like he had pasted a smile over his face and his eyes got closed due to the pressure of overdoing it. He wasn't going to stop messing with you any soon. You weren't gonna waste your time arguing with this asshole. So you just let him do what he wants, while you study.

"Where do you keep the spices?" Wow, what a turn of events. The man you cursed with your life, is standing in your kitchen. "It was your wish, now do whatever it takes to prepare a meal for me. I'll be in my room." You stormed off, leaving a man in the kitchen you don't trust with your pen. Funny but your first priority was this exam. Especially because the teacher had provoked you and that just meant you doing more than you could to prove a point. Ego is a bitch. An hour later a knock interuppted your intense study session. You open the door and the delicious smell of the hot food greeted you, "Care to join me downstairs?"

The first question you asked him was why he hadn't left yet, "because i was serious when I said I wanted to prepare a meal for you." Was what he said. Neither had you or Wooyoung thought it'd become a daily thing. He comes by every night around 9PM, prepares food and you both eat it together. It was such a small gesture, you don't even know why he wanted to do it first but lately you've been having peaceful sleep and you've been eating healthy.

"Guess , you aren't that bad people make you out to be." You whispered behind his back. "Hey, should we buy Kimchi?" He turned back to question and found you with your phone angled towards him, "Smile!" he cracked a pose that completely contradicted his personality at school.

Oh you were so sure you'd marry a man named Kim Hongjoong in the near future. Look at you now, sitting at the dinner table while you watch your husband cook a meal for you.

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○Choi Jongho○

"Me too hahaha..." Laughing had never been more painful. As a kid you had always thought of rich people as supreme guys, fun as well, had inside jokes and were all in all a package. You were wrong. They weren't fun, not supreme at all and never had a joke to make. So, how did you end up in a high status party where you pretend to know everyone and laugh at their stupid humour where they basically mock people below them.

Well, Choi Jongho, a chaebol held something against his parents. He wanted to prove to them that life wasn't all money, and he thought what better way there is than to pretend a relationship with a random girl? What were the chances that that 'random girl' would be you? 100 per cent.

See, you worked in the sales department of the famous 'Choi Markets' and you had seen the son of your boss quite a few times. Particularly, one time when you were heavily drunk at a party and he had happened to give you a ride and you kissed him as a thank you! You wanted the land to swallow you alive. So, it was either you play his pretend girlfriend and get paid or get fired for kissing him and be money less. Pretty threatening. But with the debts you had, this seemed like the best option. For now maybe?

"This can't happen Jongho! You know these type of people, they're all for money and besides she is an employee. You cannot date her whatsoever." Your boss, alternatively, your pretend boyfriends father thundered in the living room with his words. You were terribly shaking, "And it is fine for you to marry me off to anyone just for money?" Jongho deadpanned with his words. He was ice-cold to others, even when you were an employee you had never seen him smile. Your co-workers often gossiped about his personality but that wasn't true at all. It was obvious, he was raised to be this way. Cold and dangerous. Disguising his true colours. They said he never spoke but only you knew...he never shut up.

"How is it that none of you people recognise my one need!" His voice had now raised, "Haven't I done enough Father? In fact, what haven't i done? I went on a shit ton of business dates, signed a million of contracts, maintained the reputation of our company!" He paused to breath, "All i ask is to be with the person I adore. Someone I know would stay with me even beyond business." His voice lowered, and you gazed at his side profile. This wasn't the first time you had appreciated his beauty. Every time you'd see him, you would observe his features, his stance, the way he walked... A godsent Man for sure.

His hand interlocked with yours while his eyes still remained at his father, "So know this, if i don't get y/n... I'm as good as dead." With that he tightened his grip and stormed off. As soon as you came outside the main gate, he held your from your waist and pulled you closed. Your hands automatically rest at his chest and he closed the distance between you with a kiss.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin. There was no way this was happening. His lips were so soft you could melt. The gaurds standing near the gates had turned their heads away, but it already felt like they weren't there anymore. It was just you and him. He broke the kiss off and you tried hiding your flushed, scarlet face with your palms. "Y/n.." he uttered as his hands gently took your in his and revealed your state. "I think...I think i can love you." Your eyes met with his, completely dazed.

"If it's okay with you, would you like to go on a date?"

And that's how you were sitting in an open cafe, under the blue sky. Thinking back, Jongho had been uptight and grumpy. He didn't know how to express his emotions and well, he didn't let himself enjoy little things. You on the other hand were a complete opposite of him. So it's safe to say you transformed him with your sunshine personality in 3 months. Or maybe, he just felt more comfortable being himself around you. And you didn't mind it. In fact, you loved it. You loved him.

"What are you smiling for?" You teased the latter, knowing well why he was smiling. "nothing.."

You sneakily took your phone out and clicked a picture of him. By the way, you got caught. "Ok fine, I'll delete it." You proceed to do what you know Jongho would tell you to do but get interuppted by him. "Why would you? Aren't you going to let your Instagram followers know you're taken? Especially that Hyunjin.."

You chuckled at his response and posted it on Instagram as he said. What fairytale was life ever since you met him. Universe, truly does make out the oddest pairs.

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[nothingjustme444]

Omg this is soo good 😭 patient for the maknae line!!

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ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ

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People described you as a walking time capsule. Just because you liked clicking pictures and journal every little thing that went on in your life. Without realising you helped a lot of people in this way. It was a habit of yours to always carry a Polaroid camera, if not then the camera app was always open on your phone. It was because of your mother that you liked to treasure things... treasure moments, to feel the emotions that went through you at that exact time. So, here you are sitting on your couch. The drizzling outside calms you as you look through your Camera and walk through the memory lane of your love life....

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○Kim Hongjoong○

"Come on y/n or we're going to be late." Hongjoong whispered in your ear, carefully tugging down the sheets that hid your small body. "Wakey wakey burrito.." he teased and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. But how could you? How could you possibly have the strength to get up after the crazy night with Hongjoong? Your legs felt like jelly. As much as you wanted to move them, they disobeyed. Oh and your back was on the verge of giving up.

Your heavy eye lids managed to open themselves but you pulled the blanket up till your chin. Suddenly, all the memories from last night came rushing in. "...I need holy water." You mumbled. "Oh you're up.." Hongjoong greeted you with his adorable smile. It was like you got scammed because how the heck does he manage to pull up this façade of being an angel when he is no less than a demon in bed.

Hongjoong gave you a peck. Another peck. And another peck, "Join me in the shower.." he said as his hands carressed your cheek. "No." You spit out. You admit it was fun seeing his soft expression transform into that of astonishment. "I do not trust you, whatsoever!"

Hongjoong chuckled at your cute reactions, he fell in love with them a long time ago. Your nose scrunches, Your wide eyes, Your pouty lips..."So pretty..." He wondered aloud. "If you don't want me to touch you then don't be so pretty..." His hand slowly reached your face. It was obvious he wanted something, but oh as much as you wanted to you were in no condition to give him that. So, you pulled the sheets and hid your face.

After a lot of convincing, and making promises. You agreed to join him in the shower. Surprisingly, he didn't lay a hand on you. Well expect for massaging your scalp.

Your legs were crossed as you sat on the bathroom countertop. Hongjoong had lent you his shirt, you have no idea why but he compelled you to wear it. There he stood, in front of you, drying his wet hair in a simple black t-shirt. The tattoo being exposed, was probably the hottest thing. 'You have to control yourself Y/n...'. Your hands opened your phone and you took a snap.

So, you won't forget how happy he made you. How...he riled you up so much doing the bare minimum. At the same time, how fuzzy he made your insides that you just wanted to embrace him forever. That was the story behind this photo.

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○Park Seonghwa○

Nothing seemed to work today.

Everything was a mess.

"5, 6, 7, 8..." The choreographer began the count on rhythm, and so did you. Repeating everything you had learnt. "Stop!" The music is put on halt as the choreographer made his way towards you. Y/n, you need to work on your body lines and the footwork. It's sloppy as compared to the other members." And he goes to his orginal position, in seconds you're dancing again. Then during the vocal lessons you couldn't hit the notes you had prepared all week long for. As a bonus, while performing in a k-pop inspired carnival, you forgot the choreo halfway.

"Y/n...are you okay?" Juyeon, another member spoke. "Yeah ... I'm fine." With a smile on your face you uttered. "Don't lie, it's obvious something is up with you." She sat next to you on the bench. You took a deep sigh, "It's been 3 years already...the criticism doesn't bother me. I'm willing to get scolded as it will only improve me. It's just that...Am i worthy of this?...Will I ever be known as 'Idol Y/n'?"

You poured your heart out to Juyeon. She knew you more than anyone in the whole group. While you sat there with her in complete sorrow, the people around you enjoyed the carnival. Juyeon encouraged for you to walk around a bit, and get your mind empty of all the stress. "There are bad days Y/n...but that's not what matters. What matter is if you have the courage to stay strong during them."

"She sure knows how to use her words." Whispering to yourself you walked around the streets filled with people. Your little head still occupied with thoughts only the future could answer. Your gaze stayed on the concrete ground. Just walking...

Your walk is interrupted by someone in your way as you bumped into them. "Oof.." your eyes closed due to the jerk but as you opened them. You were met with a beautiful pair of eyes. "Hello there." He smiled. God, you could fall in love right there and then. "I'm so sorry.." you bowed giving apologies, but wait- why were you apologizing?

"Won't you say it too?" You looked the stranger dead in the eyes. "Uh yeah,...sorry it was my fault for suddenly stopping." He obeyed but he was surprised how you couldn't recognise him right away. 'Ok, not everyone is k-pop crazy.' You were about to leave but his words stopped you. "Would you mind introducing me to LA?"

You have absolutely no idea what you're doing right now. But you would describe it as 'helping a stranger'...'helping a gorgeous stranger.' He definitely doesn't seem ordinary. By any chance...is he a celebrity? You answered your own question. It was just so hard to refuse. You made an excuse for yourself, just because he was pretty. As a trainee for 3 years in a company in LA, you sure had 0 knowledge about the streets or places. The only 2 places you knew were your agency and the coffee shop nearby.

"Uh...Do you like coffee?" You questioned abruptly. "Why not?"

"Oh um, I asked because I know a café here. They make delicious coffee." You said gazing ahead. But Seonghwa couldn't help staring at you. Its not like you were the first person who didn't recognise him but it's not everyday he meets someone who's oblivious of his existence. And something about you, reminded him of... himself.

The coffee shop didn't disappoint as usual. But you know what wad weird? The owner. He had been going crazy for a while. Staring at you both with his wide eyes as if he just saw someone who he didn't expect to see. "What's his deal?" You mumbled as Seonghwa sat infront of you. "Maybe he has a crush on you." Your eyes darted his so abruptly, "Um..that's not true."

"How do you know that?"

"Why would he have a crush on me?"

"Because you're stunning?"

"..."

Ok, Seonghwa agreed that that was completely uncalled for but he panicked! A gorgeous person should know they're gorgeous. Oh but look at you, bewildered and your round eyes staring at him. 'I would love to tease her..' he wondered.

Despite taking a walk outside your thoughts still didn't improve. And as per your habit, you began sighing heavily which didn't go unnoticed by the latter. "Is something bothering you?" He started.

"No,...it's nothing. Just having a little trouble breathing."

"Liar."

You sighed once again, but you didn't want to tell him your miseries. Oversharing is a burden and that to with a complete stranger. He'd freak out if he found out you were training to be an idol...if he was aware of how things took place in the k-pop industry.

"I won't bother you but...you remind me so much of my past self." He responded. Your ears perked up and so did your eyes. "Wandering about in the streets, hoping something would make you happy." He took a sip of his coffee. "Fate is inevitable. You know that right? If something is meant to happen, it would. But you know how you can change it? By believing in yourself. I was once just like you, people told me to become better, to work hard, they even gave me examples of other people. By the time I knew what was bothering me so much, i realised it was me. I was bothering myself by being so stuck up. So in the end i worked hard...and let's just say i achieved what I wanted to."

The stranger got up to take an urgent call. You knew the universe did this on purpose. So as he went by the glass door and crossed his arms after taking the call, you took out your camera, and took a quick picture. Hopefully, he didn't notice. Your lips tugged up in a smile and when you looked outside. You realised, it was snowing. The first snow of the year. You secretly hoped to meet him again as you bid farewell. His hand pat your head while he flashed a million dollar smile. "Just once...meet me again Just once more." You said and it caught Seonghwa off gaurd.

However, what you didn't predict was the universe taking your wish seriously. Because, You're a worldwide idol, Inspiring others as you once were. Singing on those big stages you saw those people on. Your eyes looking at every single face that cheered your name. You saw him...in the crowds while performing. You were sure you did. And as destiny played it's cards, you came to know he was your senior from the same company. "I'm Park Seonghwa from ATEEZ."

The rest is history.

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○Jeong Yunho○

"Your parents?" Your eyebrows furrowed, "Oh my god, you should've just told them we're getting divorced! You know that they're going to make a deal about this!" You complained because your husband...well, your soon to be ex husband had accepted a dinner invitation by his parents. What's the trouble in it? You might question. The parents. They are the trouble.

"Tch, you know that it was your parents' idea to host a dinner and then invite every member of the family." Yunho informed and your face had now morphed into that of shock. So, your mom and dad proposed this idea, "You have got to be kidding me!" You ploped on the sofa while your palms held your head in frustration.

It hurt Yunho to see you like this. He hasn't been a good husband... Whenever, something like this happens his mind automatically replays the day you got married, or even before that. When you both promised to stay together for an eternity, to never break the relationship or eachother's hearts. And it made him laugh bitterly. Both of you were fools in love. Yet, whenever your face alters into that of grief and unhappiness his chest aches. His heart feels like sinking, and he just wants to kiss your lips.

"I'm not going, inform that to your mom." You looked at him with a cold gaze, you noticed how he was taken aback by your actions. You know that he thinks you're being selfish...but he deserves better. His family deserves better. There were so many times you tried to improve, so many times where you tried to make it up to him for all your mistakes. Still, Yunho never complained. He never blamed you. How Pathetic you are Y/n...

Despite declining the offer, there you stood - in an evening gown Yunho had bought for you on your first anniversary. Which was 4 years ago...Why? Well... you see there is a person in your life and she is called 'your mom.' She scolded you over the phone. You were ready to put on your fake smiles and act like you were still in love. You were.

"Look, how perfect these two look!" Your mother in-law gushed over you, "I must say, our Yunho has some taste doesn't he?"

He has terrible taste. You just weren't cut out to be with him. He was perfect. He never complained, he never failed to give you butterflies, he never said no to you, he always made time for you, he remembered the anniversaries, the birthdays, he'd cook and he'd clean while managing his job and you...you couldn't even keep up with yourself, you never made an effort. All the time busy with your job, so indulged in it that you forgot there was a peice of you, that Yunho had stolen.

The family members looked happy. At least, that one thing provided a smile that wasn't fake. Yunho's cousins were teasing him in the corner of the room while signalling towards you. And he still smiled, gazing at you with the softest look, all while knowing both of us were falling apart. "So, when am I hearing the good news of becoming an aunt?" Your sister sneaked up from behind, startling you a bit. "..orrr should I ask that 6 feet tall man who's been staring at you for like the past 10 minutes?" She teased.

You chuckled at her remarks, "I..don't know." The latter seemed confused but she had figured out something was up with you and Yunho. However, she didn't bring it up in the conversation, "Well, that's too bad. But, I would love to be an aunt to twins. What about you?" Her excited tone reflected on you. "I-I'd like...a boy. I want to dress him up all cute...I know Yunho would love to have baby boy, he's always rambling about how much he likes playing football-"Your sister smiled gently, "That's perfect."

There was something else you had hidden from everyone.

Both of you bid farewell to the guests and were now returning to the car. It had started to become really blurry. Your walk had become wobbly as well, and the heels weren't helping a bit. Yunho noticed and offered to give you his shoes. "No..I'm alright."

"You're not. Come on, wear these, they're comfortable. I can walk in my socks." He insisted, so you had to give in. When you reached the car, you looked at the photo you had taken of the whole family. Everyone, with happy faces, that their eyes had turned to crescents. And Yunho...was still looking at you. "Yunho, I'm...not feeling well." You mumbled. The nausea had gotten the better of you. The ride contributed to it.

"What happened?" Yunho immediately stopped the car and carressed your cheek. "I am feeling nauseous." You replied. "Did you accidentally eat something wrong? It better not be samgyeopsal, you know how you get when you eat it." He rambled on and on about how you should take care of you health, "I won't be here always you know..."

"I..I need to throw up-" You got out of the car as fast as you could and found anywhere because it was getting really uncomfortable. Yunho was still with you, holding your hair up and gently rubbing your back while you did what you had to. The tears, started to fall. And you had no idea if it was because of your condition or the fact that you'd never see Yunho again if you took the step you wanted to.

"Yunho-ya..." You looked up, and met his worried eyes with your puffy and red ones. "This is not because I ate something bad I'm...I'm pregnant." You announced.

Yunho's mind went blank for a second. Processing the words you had just said. His eyes looked as if they'd pop out any minute. And as soon as it made sense, his arms curled on your waist and he had you in an embrace. His hands held you so softly, and one of them patted your head. Seconds later you heard low sniffles...He was crying. Your lips quivered at the fact. With hesitation, you raised your arms, and held his black turtleneck. You remembered how you used to make him wear it because when he did...you felt like the luckiest woman in this universe.

"Why....why didn't you tell me?" His voice broke as he tried to speak. ".... because, I am not worthy of carrying your child." He slowly broke the hug, while his eyes, flowing with tears, looked at you. "Why?" This was it. You had to tell him everything....and you did. You spilled everything, how he made you feel and how you have done nothing in the past to make him happy, while you sobbed recklessly.

Yunho cupped your face, his thumb wiped away all the tears. Even though he was also crying, he calmed you down and shushed you. After a while, he joined his forehead with yours. "Y/n... Do you remember when you confessed to me? You made a promise....you entangled your little finger with mine and then kissed our hands, you said that it meant we'll forever stay together." He recalled and you closed your eyes at the sudden flashback, your tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"I thought that was so silly....i thought that that's not possible. Still, we managed to survive 4 years...4 goddamm years. I can assure you, i never gave up on you. I never ever thought that you were not deserving of me...." He paused to gasp for air. "We are both deserving of each other. You..You're doing what you should and I'm doing what I should. I...I just adore you. I adore you so much that it'd kill me to just separate from you."

"I love you too..I never stopped and I don't think I will. It's just that, it hurts to see you do everything while I'm just doing one job and can't even manage that. Its overwhelming, it's really...really exhausting that at the end of the day I'm tired and it's like I'm forgetting you. So, i wanted to separate because i just couldn't see you get hurt again."

You didn't realise how long you stood there but...it felt like the time flew by so quick. So, in the end Yunho decided to take you to the restaurant, you guys went to on your first date. The owner had recognised both of you, and was pretty shocked when he heard you were married. And Yunho skipped to the part "I'm going to be a father." He was about to call everyone but you had to restrain him, and just enjoy this moment with him.

"Let's stay together, for the child and for us. Because at the end of the day, I want to come home to you, i want to share my happiness, my success, my sorrow and failure with you. Let's stay forever with each other, to make ourselves better." He entangled your little finger with his and placed a kiss on both your hands.

Those are the words he said. I think, I wouldn't have believed any other person if they'd said this. It had to be him. It was always him. So, i took out my phone and clicked a picture of the man I love, to forever remember this night. For us, and our kid.

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○Kang Yeosang○

The temperature had hit a lower point and the government had declared a few days off for caution. It resembled a winter vacation which brought back so many memories from high school. You wouldn't say you were entirely in love for being an adult but there were a few elements that made it better.

Like your boyfriend.

You woke up and felt a heavy body on you, who else could it be? Your boyfriend had completely trapped you. One of his arm went below your neck while the other was holding you close by the waist. His legs were entangled and his face was buried in your neck. Soft breath tickled and made your insides all fuzzy.

It was a relief because you had nothing to do. You both could either spend the rest of the day in bed or cook together or watch a movie. So much. You shifted in your place and managed to face your significant other. Such perfection. Even though you had been in an official relationship for almost 2 and a half year, you never got used to his face. You were always surprised and wondered how the heck did you manage to pull up a guy this breathtaking.

Your fingers traced the bridge of his nose, "He has an attractive nose..." You whispered underneath your breath. However, Yeosang flinched and his eyes opened. 'so cute'. "Did I wake you?" You said in a raspy voice. "Yes, i have such an attractive alarm clock." His deep morning voice never disappoints you. With that Yeosang pulled you closer and gave you a kiss.

It was a lazy, messy kiss. At first, he just put his lips on yours then slowly turned to give you peck. A lot of pecks. On your eyes, your eyebrows, your nose, your cheek, your lips. His lips slowly traced your jawline and then stopped at your neck, licking and sucking at one spot. Your lips spilled whimpers due to the pleasure, and Yeosang's ear was so close. You tried to muffle your voice with the bedsheets but Yeosang's hand pulled the sheets away from your mouth while his tongue still did wonders.

Some time later, he came to face you, "You're so red already..." He chuckled. "And who's responsible for that?" You said breathlessly. "Hmm....is he a handsome man named Kang Yeosang?" He teased, and you couldn't help but giggle. He finally laid back on his back, and you rest your head on his chest. His hands played with your hair.

"What should we do today?" He questioned. "Hmm...that's a tough one." You responded. Well we could, just lay here all day, cuddling or....we could lay here all day cuddling?" He looked down at you and you said, "Well, thanks for making that easier babe."

And once again his lips met yours, in the sweetest kiss. This is something Yeosang always does in the mornings. You've questioned him doesn't he feel grossed out because of the morning breath? But he always says something cheeky that has you blushing so hard.

"You're my little happiness Y/n..."

There it is again.

His sweet words.

You don't want to forget any of this. If this was a chapter in a book you'd never want it to end. But that's sad because you know it would. So you, grab your phone from the side table and tell him to smile.

"Why, so suddenly?" He was dumbfounded. "Y/n...i probably look awful."

"Oh please, I don't think that day would ever come." You say as you take a snap. "Really? What about when I'm older and my skin is sagging, i have grey hair and-" you interrupt his rambling with a kiss on his cheek. "You always mark me as yours in the mornings, so that everyone else would know I'm taken and you're asking if I'd love you when you're older?"

Yeosang smiled as you continued, "of course I would silly... you're stuck with me."

Once again, his hands cupped your face and his lips meet yours but you're sure that this won't be as sweet as the previous ones.

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[nothingjustme444]

On my damn knees-

[nothingjustme444]

Im...OH MY GOD THE AESTHETIC- THE LINES- THE ANGST- AND CHOI SAN?!?!?

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ, ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ,ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴꜱʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢʟᴏᴏᴍ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:- ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜱᴀɴ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ!ʏ/ɴ

ꜱᴏɴɢ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ:- ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ (ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ), ᴏɴʟʏ (ʟᴇᴇ ʜɪ), ᴀɴɢᴇʟ (ᴛʀᴏʏ ꜱɪᴠᴀɴ), ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ (ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ)

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ:- 15ᴋ

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All the streets had now started to look alike. With a map in your hand, you tried to read it but ended up regretting not paying attention in geography. Now, it would be easy if only you knew a few people or the language. However, nothing is helping today. Not the weather, not the maps or the Google translator. You took a deep sigh as you ran a hand down your face due to the frustration. It's Brussels, How is it that all the people you find our either tourists or non-English speakers. "I should prepare for the sarcastic comments dad's going to throw on me.." you mumbled, predicting your future because your father had recommended you to take language lessons. But, you were too stubborn and look where it got you. Its better to buckle up to hear the 'Told you so's'.

Not giving up, you walked away from the protection of the awning of an aesthetically pleasing shop. It was still drizzling but it was better than the previous downpour. Your head moved around in every direction and so did your eyes, trying to find someone, anyone! You were so invested in the search you didn't realise you were walking into someone from behind. But, you did realise....after you had bumped.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking.." you turned to apologise, you kept bowing and uttering words of apologies in both french and English. You didn't halt until the feeling of the raindrops hitting your skin stopped. And you looked up to find a black umbrella over your head. It was held by a man...An insanely gorgeous man.

Your eyes fell upon him. A person...no no no, A god if you had to describe him more specifically. Or someone who was sculpted by the gods themselves. The sharp jawline, high cheekbones, chiseled face. Every feature giving balance to his face. His eyes were adorned by spectacles, you weren't sure if they were real or not but his eyes. Sharp eyes, and yet soft eyes started at you and it felt like you were losing your breath just standing there.

"You look like you're lost..." His lips uttered. But you were so lost in his eyes that you hadn't noticed him speaking. It was all in slow motion, and your jaw was open the whole time. Gosh, could you be more of an embarrassment, you thought. "Hey..." The strange man spoke again. "Yes! I'm sorry, I'm just..yeah I'm lost and...you speak English so thank heavens!" The man chuckled a bit at your explaination. "So, how can I help you?" He questioned. "Um...could you help me find the palace? I'm just so confused there're so many street names here and I'm...yeah. I'm muddled."

"Well, that's a coincidence because I'm walking to the Royal palace as well. And, i do know the location...the only thing I didn't have was a companion." The corner of his lips turned up as he said those words. Really smooth huh? You couldn't help but mirror his reaction. "I'd be happy to volunteer." You extended your hand, "I'm Y/n." and he held your hand, "I'm San." You both stood there for a while, holding hands, smiling, a little to out of your minds, staring at each other.

"Ahem." San cleared his throat, "So..shall we?"

The next thing you know is you're exploring the streets that seemed bewildering a few seconds ago. San, seemed to know a lot of things and places. You were curious if maybe he lived here but it turned out he was just another tourist, trying to make memories. But alone. Just like you.

Having a single umbrella was quite the inconvenience. First, the proximity, oh lord. Second, heartbeat. Yes. This has never happened before. Your heart would never behave like this on any occasion let alone meeting a guy. What was different today?...Maybe him? His cologne?...It gave of an earthly fragrance, like when it rains. Or was it the weather? Maybe, it was the weather. Despite excusing your feelings, you were still staring at him. He's even stunning from the side! Your eyes then went down his neck...then to his arms...no, his biceps. Although, the coat he was wearing was thick, it couldn't hide his build.

"Should we stop for an ice-cream?" His honey-like voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "Sure, but I'm paying."

"Of course, you have to pay." San joked as he took out his credit card...a black card?!?! Holy munchkins, he's rich? You wondered. "No no no no. I said I'll pay. You already helped me before. So let me do something for you." You tried to stop him. "Alright..get me a mint chocolate." You cracked ur neck when you turned your head towards him because "mint-chocolate??" You said aloud, unintentionally because sometimes your tongue and brain do not synchronise. "Yes, why?" He questioned with those innocent eyes staring right at ya! "No, I mean...haha. i meant, mint chocolate? I was confirming." You tried to shrug it off with an awkward laugh.

"Oh you're terrible at lying." San burst into fits of laughter as he saw your acting skills. "Were you teasing me?" You pouted. "No, i wasn't joking. I actually like mint-chocolate and trust me, you're not the first person to judge me on this. I have been judged by...a married couple." San replied

You exhaled because of San's chill demeanour. That's how you spent the rest of the evening. Going to museums, street stalls, the palace, random fountains. You were starting to enjoy his presence. Initially, you wanted to travel the world alone. Because you believed, having someone with you would only awaken your mother instincts and you'd want to take care of them instead of enjoying the vacation. Honestly, it was lonely. Until you met this man.

"I am on a vacation as well. So what's the career you're pursuing?" San questioned while sipping on his coffee. "Oh, I'm a doctor." San choked on his coffee. You were greeted with his wide eyes. "What is so surprising about that?" You smiled. "I don't know either. But, it must be tiring right?" He said. You leaned your hands back on ridge of the roof of an abandoned house, "Yeah...it is. You meet with so many people. To some, you deliver good news...and to others, the bitter truth." You replied as you stared in the sky filled with clouds, moon and stars barely visible. The cold wind splashed over your face but you enjoyed it. You found comfort in it.

San on the other hand, couldn't resist gazing at you. Your eyes, especially. How they expressed the emotions you held in you heart. Then, your smile. It did something to him. He couldn't quite point out what this feeling was but whenever you smiled, it was as if flowers bloomed and you shined among them. "So how come you're alone?"

"...i don't know actually. Maybe it's because I want to be alone for once in a while. But..it turned out to be quite lonesome. Honestly, it has always been like this. I want to find something...just for me. I want to cherish that alone time so much and I do...I do very much but in the head i crave for some affection. Doesn't matter what but... affection. You know, it had been such a long-"

You are interuppted by San's arms around you. His hands pat your head. And you realised he was trying to comfort you. You were startled, but it was so warm. His embrace felt like your blankets at home. Fuzzy and warm. However, there was something more to it. His left hand then slid to your back and provided the most gentle rubs. So, you closed your eyes as you nuzzled into his chest. So... comfortable...

You have no idea what happened after that but the next day you found yourself on a completely strange bed and a foreign setting. It was all confusing until San came out of the bathroom. "I almost thought I got kidnapped.."

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me but you passed out." San taunted. "Passed out? Oh please, i had the best sleep in years.." you wondered aloud once again, catching San off-gaurd. "Oh..." And you noticed he had a tank top on..."oh." You were sure he had a nice body but holy banoly this was beyond your imagination. And his messy bed hair were a cherry on top. "So...you wouldn't mind if we hugged again, right?"

There it was again, that feeling of your heart racing like a horse. The surroundings suddenly felt so quite, the only thing you were worried about was if he heard the beating of your heart. "um..." And now you were tongue tied. Great.

"I'll take that as a yes. Well nevermind about that, i have plans for today, so let's get ready. Quick!"

Being with a person was actually much better than you had thought. Or maybe it was just because it was San. Days went by and you guys didn't waste any of them. You could say this was the most you had been outside your house. And about your relationship with San...it was blossoming. From bumping into each other to walking down the streets of Brussels while holding hands to barging into each other's hotels. If you told your parents about it, they'd probably advice to maintain distance from a 'strange guy'. However, that was thing about him. It was the fact that with him you enjoyed things 100 times more and how he was so kind and caring. He didn't feel strange at all. If there was something that you found weird was sometimes people would take pictures of him from afar or ask to take selfies with him. Maybe it was because of how beautiful of a man he is. But...could it be that he is famous?

"No...I'm just a normal guy. Escaping the worries of my world as much as I love and adore it."

So, in a matter of weeks you had made a connection with a strange guy. Where you didn't shy away from holding his hand, or telling him your embarassing stories, eating with him till you were completely stuffed, clicking pictures with the weirdest poses or listening to music by sharing earphones while sitting on a bench in a foreign country.

Should I be worried of this connection?

The next day was rather quiet. Because you hadn't had a single call from San. But you were seriously concerned why you were waiting for him to call you. So you decided to ring up the only person you would trust with this. Your best friend.

"Oh my God you're in love!! Send his picture alright?" She squeled. "oh c'mon this can't be love....maybe a fling?"

"No! It is definitely not a fling. Let me prove it to you." She said confidently.

"Does he make you feel threatened?" She questioned, "what absolutely not!" Your best friend continued, "so how does he make you feel then?"

"...He makes me feel comfortable and...wanted. He always looks at me with those eyes of his, so sharp and yet so soft. He cares for me so much. He makes sure I've eaten, a sometimes he wipes my face when I eat, he values my choices but what truly incites me is when he holds my hand, he tells me how it fits perfectly in his. Or how he thinks I should be casted in movies when I completely disagree....and, he hasn't called me today. In dreading to hear his voice. You don't think he's gone do you?"

"...do you still think it's a fling?"

As soon as your call with your bestfriend finished, San's name shined bright on your phone screen. If this was happiness you were feeling right now, then you were sure you could explode. You obliged to what he had said over the call, to meet him at the same location you met for the first time. And just as you were about to leave, you got back in once again, just to look in the mirror and fix yourself just for the last time. With a deep breath you left.

It was sunny out. No clouds, or wind. A clear sky. Just like your first time around here your head went in all directions, trying to find one particular person this time.

Ah, there he is.

Your eyes fall at the man who was just another tourist a few days ago and now he seems like someone you're not ready to leave. There he stood in a white and black cardigan, a little big for his body which covered his bulk. However, his collarbones were left exposed. His hair were down, and he looked mesmerizing so effortlessly. The sun did him a favour you thought. "Y/n!" He caught you attention as he jogged towards you.

"Hey..." You greeted him with a smile. But something was off today. The atmosphere was somehow more heavy than the usual meet-ups. "Um..i knew this day would come but...this is a little earlier than expected." He chuckled while refusing to make eye contact. You tucked a hair strand behind your ear, "I'm...ready for whatever it is." You tried disguising your fragile hope into strength.

"I have to leave today. My work schedule changed." There they were, the words you knew were coming but begged for the universe to let it be anything else but San leaving you. "So, you're leaving?" You choked out.

"Hey... let's meet again. Here. Let's meet again like strangers who were lost." San said staring deep into your eyes and you know they're being filled with tears because so are yours and no matter how much you try to resist them, they will fall. San's hands came to cup your cheeks, "You know, i truly came here for an escape. I tried to run away from all the things that were bothering me. I thought it'd be okay to leave for once, to enjoy being alone and my company." He paused to take in a deep breath.

"But...you were right, it does get lonely. Even though I'm trying to find the purpose of my life and following what I truly wanted it does get lonely. Even though, i have an amazing family and friends. But you know what that where you come in. You complete the part of 'being lonely'. You fill in that empty space of mine...called heart." He wiped the tears that were now running down your cheeks.

"So wait for me...wait for me Y/n. I'll come back i promise." He extended his little finger and you entangled yours with his and your thumbs touched, "I promise! With a stamp on it." Your voice barely clear, "San, i was enchanted to meet you." You wiped down his tears and kissed him. You were on your tiptoes and his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks so gently, as though you'd break. The kiss felt like an orchestral climax of a complicated music piece. You were sure you heard the violins and the piano.

I don't want to leave. Please don't leave.

"Stay." Your tongue betrayed you yet again. "I love you."

San touched his forehead with your yours, "I love you too."

You were at the airport, with your luggages ready to leave. A few changes were made in the trip, your wallpaper wasn't a picture of you anymore, it was San. Your wrist wasn't empty anymore, instead, it was adorned with a bracelet, gifted to you by San and your heart wasn't a lonely place anymore because it was invaded by...San.

The other thing that's weird is your best friend calling you for like the 15th time this morning, you couldn't pick up the rest because you were getting ready. So now you had to. "Hello?"

"Why won't you pick the phone up?"

"Sorry, i was getting ready to leave for the airport."

"Are you sure you sent me the correct picture? I mean is he the guy you met in Brussels?"

"Yes...why?"

"What was his name?"

"San."

"....do you know his last name?"

"No...in fact i didn't even get his number."

"...Y/n. The person you met was Choi San. He is a celebrity. A k-pop idol in South Korea. From the boy group Ateez."

"...what?"

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[nothingjustme444]

I'm....sad :') (pls this makes me wanna hurt hwa)

ꜱᴛᴀʀʀʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ🌟

˜”*°• Ateez Oneshots •°*”˜

'ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ...'

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ:⁻ ᴿᵒᵐᶜᵒᵐ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵃᵈ

ᵂᵒʳᵈˢ:⁻ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒˣ. ⁵ᵏ

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The raindrops tonight provided the music to your ears you needed because you were alone. Lonely. Desperately waiting for your boyfriend to return from his tour. As you sat by the window you witnessed the droplets hitting the clear glass and then slowly dripping from the top to the sills. It felt as though the universe was mocking you. You scoffed the thought away while taking a sip of the ginger tea you held dear to your heart and started reading the 2nd book of this month. Leisure really does make you do the things you never thought you could.

"..honey." his soft voice reached your ears. You felt his warm breath lingering on your neck, "Wake up." He caressed your head gently and as you tried opening your eyes, you saw his blurry stature hovering over you. "Seonghwa.." your voice barely reached him. "Hm?" His fingers tucking your hair strands back.

You finally woke up and sat straight on the chair. You saw him grinning at you. He looked breath-taking and that's what ...irked you. Because you were trying to stay mad at this fine man for being so late. "Ya!" Your voice, that previously was unreachable to the latter, now echoed loud in the big living room. Seonghwa stiffened. Startled, he almost fell backwards from the chair he sat on. "B-baby?" Terrified, he questioned. "Baby? What're you gonna do? Breastfeed me?" You spit out words, literally. "What? No- and stop yelling your mouth is leaking!"

Oh he didn't.

He didn't just.

You lowly chuckled...which gradually turned into a devilish laugh. Seonghwa on the other end of the table, was absolutely terrified because what was going on with his significant other. "You don't know what you did right? You have no idea why I'm behaving like this do you?"

"Um...can I at least guess?" Seonghwa tried to somehow slide out of the situation whole giving his famous awkward smile. Your lips left a long sigh, because oh God, he is a moron. "Seonghwa you arrived late from the airport. You said you'd be home by 4pm...its 9! You told me not to pick you up, you didn't even contact me and then you act as if nothing happened?"

The atmosphere had tensed up. "Well...." Seonghwa approached you and cupped your face while squshing your cheeks. "It was because my manager said it'd be a rush today. It was. The worst part was it wasn't even Atiny...just papparazzi and random people at the airport making a crowd." He smiled as his hands now gently wrapped the back of your neck, "how could I let you suffer like that? Hm? In the crowds, no space, no air, random sweaty dudes bumping into you. No." Your lips were now in a pout, tears almost dripping out. "The WiFi at the airport was terrible, my phone's battery ran out and then because of the rush it fell and well... let's say it's not in the best condition. I wanted to tell you, but woo suggested a surprise would be better. I truly did not know you'd feel this way."

And there it was, your tears already streaming down your cheeks. Seonghwa couldn't help but chuckle, "Why are you crying?"

"Because you basically were mobbed and had a terrible day while I sat at home blaming you for not showing up earlier. Making it all about myself." Your crying got even louder because you felt terrible at this point. You had no idea what had gotten into you. Seonghwa just hugged you and patted your head to calm you down while you shed tears buried in his chest. You raised your head and Seonghwa mumbled, "kiss?" "...no." but you were already leaning forward for a taste of lips. And it was better than you had thought it'd feel like after a month. It sent electric waves down your spine. "You're my person..." Seonghwa whispered against your ear then placed a kiss under it. "Mine."

After calming down from your little breakdown, you now sat at the dinner table. "Can you pass me the s-" "No." Seonghwa shook his head, "At what point do you become mature?" Only to find you poking your tongue out. That's when Seonghwa realised, that's how both of you had been. Always. Nothing changed among you except the fact that you were now officially in a relationship and not just friends anymore. He loved your silly mistakes and then claiming you did it right, or how you hummed in the kitchen while cooking something delicious. It would be a lie if he said he didn't miss any of this. He still remembers how you both would laugh when someone told you guys shared chemistry or "you guys must be dating." But who knew after years, you were in fact stuck with each other for God knows how long.

"I can't wait to tell my kids how you practically fell for me and then begged for me to date you." Seonghwa said those words knowing none of it was true. "Oh really? You were the one who said I love you first. Remember?" You said as you now sat in his lap feeding him some salad and uttered, "Hug?"

"Clingy much?" And yet he hugged you anyways. His face rested on your shoulder as you played with his now blond hair. "Can't believe we fell in love. I swore I would never become this trope." You said unbelievably, because yes, in highschool everything seemed different. Heck, even after college. Until, you met him again, and probably never wanted to leave him ever again. "Who doesn't love a good cliché?" Seonghwa answered while reaching for your lips once again.

Its perfect. You thanked the god because he let you meet this guy once again. Because if it wasn't for him-

The doorbell interuppted your deep sleep. Your eyes opened, to see the windows dried up, and the sky much clearer than before. The doorbell rang once again, so you hurriedly went to the door to answer it.

Seonghwa is finally here, your heart couldn't take this much happiness and excitement. Even though secretly you cursed yourself for falling asleep. You opened the door with so much hope...just wanting to embrace him once and for all..only to find a strange man, holding a package. "Good evening ma'am. Are you Ms Y/l/n?" He questioned, "Yes?"

"Could you please sign these?" You obeyed and realised, it was a new book you had ordered. Just as the man left your phone dinged. You immediately opened it and it was a text...from Seonghwa.

"The dates are being extended."

Guess it was time for you to sit by the window once again sipping on your tea, reading another book. It was time for you to sleep alone in the bedroom as you witnessed Seonghwa's scent fading away day by day. You were once again going to cook while being as quite you'd ever been and talk with him via FaceTime.

"I wish you were just like the stars in my dreams..."

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