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[scarlet789]

— hyunjin x reader ;༊๋࣭

: g. angst/fluff :

a/n : drunk confession (in the rain), mentions of wine, shouting, happy ending

♡‧₊˚🌧️

The night had started out well enough. You were at a cozy dinner with friends, laughter and conversation filling the room, the gentle clink of glasses punctuating the easy chatter. You’d been looking forward to it all week—a chance to unwind, enjoy good food, and maybe even relax enough to let go of the way you felt your heart race every time Hyunjin looked your way.

You had asked him to drive you, feeling it was easier than arriving alone and dealing with your friends’ teasing questions about your friendship. Just friends, you’d remind yourself, repeating it like a mantra as the evening wore on.

But “just friends” was hard to remember when Hyunjin was sitting so close to you, his shoulder brushing against yours, his laughter warm and easy as it washed over you. It was impossible not to feel that spark every time your eyes met across the table, even when you tried to ignore it, drowning your nerves in a glass—or maybe two—of wine.

By the time the dinner ended, you were both a little tipsy, laughing at some joke that probably wasn’t even funny as you stumbled out of the restaurant together. The rain had just started to fall in light, misty droplets, and Hyunjin held the car door open for you, flashing a smile that felt almost too intimate in the dim light of the street.

The car ride was quiet at first, the steady rhythm of the rain filling the silence between you. But as the miles passed, the silence grew heavier, charged with something unspoken that neither of you could ignore anymore. You were too aware of him beside you, his hand gripping the wheel, his face lit up by passing streetlights, each glance at him making your heart race.

Finally, you couldn’t take it. The warmth from the evening, mixed with the alcohol still buzzing in your system, pushed you over the edge. You broke the silence, your voice soft but full of something you’d been holding back for too long. “Hyunjin… do you ever feel like we’re pretending?”

He glanced over at you, caught off guard. “Pretending?” His brow furrowed in confusion, but there was something else in his eyes, something hesitant, like he knew exactly what you meant but didn’t want to acknowledge it.

You sighed, looking out the window as the rain started to fall harder. “Like… we’re pretending to be just friends.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and immediately, you felt a pang of regret, of fear that maybe you’d gone too far.

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tense, his hands gripping the wheel tighter. The silence stretched, thick with tension, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest, each second that passed filling you with more doubt.

Just when you thought he might ignore you, he pulled over to the side of the road, the car coming to a sudden stop. The rain was pounding down now, drumming against the roof, echoing the frantic beat of your heart.

He turned to you, eyes dark, his voice laced with frustration. “Why would you ask me that?” he demanded, his tone sharper than you expected. “Why now, after all this time?”

You felt a surge of anger rise up, fueled by his evasiveness, by the way he always acted like there was nothing between you, like he didn’t notice the tension simmering beneath the surface every time you were alone. “Because I can’t keep pretending like it doesn’t matter, Hyunjin!” you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “I can’t keep acting like I’m okay with being ‘just friends’ when… when I feel like this!”

“You think you’re the only one who’s been afraid of this?” he said, voice rough with emotion. “You think I haven’t thought about what it would mean if we crossed that line? If I told you… if I admitted that…” He trailed off, his words swallowed by the rain, but you understood.

Suddenly, the distance between you felt unbearable, the space charged with the weight of unspoken feelings. Before you could think, before you could let doubt creep in, you closed the gap, standing so close you could feel his breath, warm against the chill of the rain.

The confession hung between you, filling the small space of the car with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. For a moment, you both just sat there, breathing hard, staring at each other as the rain hammered down around you, trapping you in this moment.

“You act like it’s nothing,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. “You act like… like you don’t even care.”

His gaze softened, but there was still a fire in his eyes. “I act like that because I didn’t think I had a choice. Because I thought… I thought you didn’t want this.”

The vulnerability in his voice, in his expression, took you by surprise. It was like a dam breaking, the flood of emotions you’d both been holding back finally spilling over. Before you knew it, you were both shouting, voices raw, the frustration and longing and fear spilling out, untamed.

“I’ve been afraid,” you admitted, feeling the tears sting your eyes, mixing with the rain that had somehow managed to find its way inside the car. “Afraid that if I said something, you’d just brush it off, like always.”

Hyunjin’s face softened, his anger fading as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, gentle even in his frustration. “I could never brush you off,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Not when you mean this much to me.”

And then, in the midst of the rain and the silence that followed, he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, the confession hanging in the air, unspoken but understood. The rain was relentless, blurring the world outside, leaving only the two of you, finally stripped of all pretense.

And that was when the silence fell, and his eyes held yours, and the anger faded, replaced by something deeper. And in that moment, all the walls you’d built around your heart crumbled, leaving only the certainty that this—this feeling, this moment—was real.

The world outside seemed to vanish, swallowed up by the rain that drummed relentlessly against the car roof. All you could see, all you could feel, was him—Hyunjin, his face close enough that you could see the raindrops clinging to his lashes, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, hope, and something far deeper.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The fight had drained you both, left you raw and vulnerable, stripped of all the defenses you’d clung to for so long. And yet, in the silence, there was a peace you hadn’t expected—a sense of inevitability, as if this was where you were meant to be all along.

Hyunjin’s hand came up, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed a damp strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, reverent, like he was afraid you might disappear if he held on too tightly. His eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the air, and you knew that if you pulled away now, he would let you go.

But you didn’t want to pull away. Not anymore.

“Say it,” you whispered, the words barely audible over the rain, but you knew he heard them. “If you feel the same… just say it.”

For a moment, you thought he might hesitate, that he might hide behind the wall he’d built around himself. But then his expression softened, and you saw the resolve settle in his gaze, a quiet determination that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I love you,” he breathed, the words falling from his lips like a promise, soft and unguarded. “I’ve tried to keep it in, tried to pretend that we could stay ‘just friends,’ but… I can’t anymore.” His voice broke slightly, and he let out a shaky laugh, his hand still resting gently against your cheek. “I love you, and I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Hearing those words—words you’d dreamed of but never let yourself believe—felt like a weight lifting off your chest. You let out a shaky breath, the relief and joy flooding through you, filling every corner of your heart until it felt like you might burst.

You didn’t need to say anything in response. Instead, you closed the distance between you, your lips finding his in a kiss that felt both familiar and brand new, like coming home and stepping into the unknown all at once.

The world around you melted away, the rain fading to a distant hum as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. His lips were soft, warm, and you could feel the tenderness in every touch, every gentle brush of his fingers against your skin. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things you’d both been too afraid to say, a silent confession that went beyond words.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, as if savoring the moment. His fingers traced gentle patterns along your jaw, his breath warm against your skin.

“I don’t know where we go from here,” he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability, “but I know that I want it to be with you.”

You smiled, feeling the last remnants of your fears slip away, replaced by a quiet certainty. “Me too,” you replied, your voice barely more than a breath, but he heard it. “As long as it’s with you.”

For a while, you just sat there together in the car, wrapped up in each other as the rain continued to fall outside, washing away all the doubts, all the hesitation. In that moment, there was no need for words, no need for explanations—just the feeling of his hand in yours, steady and sure, a promise that you would face whatever came next together.

And as the storm began to pass, you knew that, for the first time, everything was exactly as it should be.

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[scarlet789]

THIS IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE KDIDJNBSYJBHDJEKLSN

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slowly falling in love with hyunjin !!

a/n: RAHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO BAD

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[scarlet789]

This hit so close dude, the people I consider friends do that all the time, idk who's the problem. I have lost all hope in making any kind of relationships atp.

Wish we all had someone like Chris in our lives.

Bang Chan When You’re Left Out/Lonely

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Swearing, self doubt, mental health issues, toxic friends, feelings of loneliness. Chan is so sweet it hurts (are we surprised?)

Please advise with caution. This contains extreme topics. This is not intended to romanticize anything and is meant to help those who may need

A/N: This can be read by itself or as a continuation from my previous post. Check my pinned masterlist for it

[scarlet789]

Next to me

lee felix x fem. reader

not proofread!

"I wanted to go visit lix today, wanna come with me?"

"Oh, sorry we already made plans together, didn't he tell you?"

"...Y/n... Are you okay?"

You were so excited to finally come home. Today it was cold and windy outside, and your boss yelled at you for something you didn’t even do. You felt like the day couldn’t get worse when it also started to rain all of a sudden and you didn’t have an umbrella. Oh but the whole day you could still be excited for when you’d come home. Felix had said he’d come over after work, and that you could do a movie night with your comfort drama.

With a big smile on your lips you finally opened the door to your apartment, quickly slipping off your shoes and coat. Felix already came to the door to greet you. His smile seemed to be even brighter than yours, and he came up to you and opened his arms. Without hesitation you stepped into his warm embrace, nuzzling your head into his neck. „Had a good day at work angel?“ He asked, swaying you around a bit. „Not really, it was kinda rough.“ You mumbled, closing your eyes and inhaling your boyfriends sweet scent.

„Hmm, if your day was rough you deserve princess treatment now.“ He said, and suddenly scooped you into his arms. You broke out into a fit of giggles, fighting him, but not really. He chuckled too, giving you a light, tender kiss on the forehead. Then, with you in his arms like a bride, he was walking into the living room, where your favorite candle was burning, and a fluffy blanket waiting. Softly, felix sat you down on the couch, settling down next to you. Felix tucked the blanket around you, and started the tv. You nuzzled into his side, already feeling a bit sleepy. But suddenly you got shaken entirely awake again, by your phone ringing. You took it out your pocket, but felix turned to you with suddenly sad eyes. „Please don’t pick up.“

„Why sunshine?“ you mumbled, brushing a few strands of hair out his face.

„Just…don’t, okay?“

You sighed and laid your phone on the beside table. Felix again pressed a kiss to your forehead. „It’s better like this, love.“ He added, but his attention was fully on the tv again.

You wondered a bit what got into him but decided not to question it further. Probably he just didn’t want you to get engrossed into work again, how you always did when you got a message from work. So as felix started the drama you laid your head on hi schest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing tiny kisses to your head once a while, a habit he one day just got used to.

„Hey want to go to the beach tomorrow?“ He murmured next to your ear.

You smiled, looking up at him. „That is so random but, to be honest it sounds really nice. But only if it’s okay with the boys.“

„Of course, i’ll just take a day off.“

You caressed his cheek gently, and then pressed a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

And this moment felt perfect, how so many others with felix. Just him, and his comforting presence in your apartment, with the tv softly playing in the background. After a while your eyes got heavy, and slowly you fell asleep. The last thing you remembered was the boy quietly smiling, and giving you a kiss on the forehead again, tender and loving just like him.

The next morning you woke up, feeling unusual cold. As you opened your eyes you saw that you must have fallen asleep in the living room. Soon you remembered the previous night and smiled to yourself. You looked around, but felix was nowhere in sight. You called for him, once, twice, but no answer. Probably an emergency at the company again, or he was getting his stuff from the dorms for the beach. You sat up, taking your phone with a yawn. There was a missed call from chan and a few messages. That had to be the call from yesterday.

You got dressed quickly, getting a mug of coffee and then you called him back. You were best friends, since you had gotten closer because of felix, but you had no idea what he could have wanted yesterday night.

After a few ringings he picked up.

„Hey y/n…“ his voice sounded drained, and sad. Probably he overworked himself again, and tried to finish something over the night. Felix always hated when he did that, working too much so he could be a good leader to the boys.

„Hey chris! What’s up?“ you said, trying not to sound concerned.

„So… i wanted to go visit lix today, wanna come with me? I’d ask the boys, but i don’t know, i somehow feel like it would be just… you got time?“

„Oh sorry channie, but felix and I already have plans today, didn’t he tell you?“

A long silence followed. Did you say something wrong?

„…Y/n… are you okay…?“

You were confused. What was going on with him? He was only talking weird stuff, it didn’t seem like him. Was he really so overworked that he couldn’t think straight?

„Channie, you’re scaring me, why wouldn’t i be okay?“ you spoke into your phone, sounding unsure.

„Y/n, god you are the one scaring me. Did you drink or something?“

 „Chan, what… i don’t know what you are talking about, you are seriously scaring me now, maybe you should get some sleep.“ You told him, shaking your head.

„Y/n… you really don’t remember?“ he said, his voice small, and unusually quiet. He was never like this, was there something that slipped your mind? Did you have plans or something?

„I don’t know… Did we have plans or something? Felix didn’t say anything either yesterday. We wanted to go to the beach today…“

You heard a short gasp on the other side of the phone.

„What do you mean yesterday?“ Chan sounded terrified, the horror in his voice made you feel really uneasy, and a lump formed in your stomach.

„He was over at my apartment, and we…-“

„Y/n.“ Chans voice cut you off. It confused you only more. This was probably some prank or maybe chan was mad at you, you had not other explanation for why-

„Felix is dead for three months already, what do you mean yesterday?"

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[scarlet789]

𝟎𝟐 - 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

pairings. idol!ot13 x m!14thmember!oc. word count. 0.8k. genre. parellel universe au, extra member au, angst.

warnings. major character death, depictions of mental illnesses (depression, self-harming etc.), mention of self-harming, slight OOC.

writers notes. is it too late now to say sorry?

no beta i die like men, but still mentioning @sousydive

network: @mansaenetwork

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Jeonghan thought he was dreaming. 

In a nightmare. A terrible, soul-sucking nightmare that he just couldn’t get rid of. 

But it’s real. It’s real as he stood lifelessly in the mourning hall, the smiling photo of Gyuhan staring back at him. 

The members were scattered around the hall. Seungcheol was drinking silently with Chan in a corner. Vernon sat next to a puffy-faced Seungkwan, who had a tired Seokmin dozing off on his shoulder with his tear-stained face. Junhui and Minghao flew back from China almost immediately, sitting silently in a corner, while Joshua bowed to the incoming mourners, exchanging small conversation with them as Mingyu accepted the condolence envelopes. 

Then Jeonghan realized. 

Gyuhan only had them. 

In the decade that Gyuhan has been around, Jeonghan knew that the others didn’t really see him as family. To them, Gyuhan was an abnormality, something that was different and strange. They had lived a life without Im Gyuhan, but yet…

Someone nudged him. Wonwoo walked over, sitting next to him. The two grown men sat in silence as the mourners came and went. Idols, producers and entertainers came in and out, and their own families were resting in a corner. 

“Drink some water, hyung.” Wonwoo’s voice was hoarse as he passed a bottle of water to Jeonghan. The older man accepted it, but did not open it to drink. His fingers gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes on the picture in the middle of the hall. 

When the group died in the car crash in their previous life, Jeonghan was resentful. He was resentful when he woke up and thought he went back in time, until he realized that he and the members had transmigrated into a parallel universe. 

Gyuhan is someone unfamiliar.

Jeonghan disliked him. 

The moment Gyuhan entered the melon green room, Jeonghan felt the goosebumps creeping along his arms. He immediately thought of this as a conspiracy, and Gyuhan was someone out to harm the other members and him. 

It took him eight years. Eight whole years to realize that Gyuhan had done nothing wrong. 

This is a parallel universe, after all.

But when Jeonghan realized his mistake and theirs, it was already too late. 

Little attempts were made to make up for everything. The invites to dinner, the small conversation making. Telling off fans who insulted him. Posing for photos during fansigns. The small links of their fingers, skin-to-skin contact in shows and stages. 

But Gyuhan remained distant. He politely declined each of their invites, except the ones where staff members joined. He gave monosyllabic answers to their conversation attempts, shutting it off pretty quickly. He would quickly retract his arms after linking them together with them for a photo, as though he had touched something dirty. 

He had shut himself away from them. 

Just like they had hoped for the first eight years. 

“Woozi-nim just woke up, I’m going over to the ward.” Jeonghan snapped out of his thoughts, his attention turned towards the manager and Seungcheol. “Do you want to come with me?”

Jeonghan hears Seungcheol mumble a hoarse reply, and he turns his attention back to the bottle in his hand. 

Out of the thirteen of them, Soonyoung took the blow the worst. He had stormed out of the dorm when the news dropped, and had been uncontactable ever since. His mother and sister were sitting among their families, whispering among themselves. 

Jeonghan thought about the day when they debuted. Their families had stepped forwards, putting the ring on them like what they expected. But when Jeonghan looked over to Gyuhan, he was a little taken aback when he saw the manager putting the ring on for him instead. 

Back then, he felt nothing. 

But now?

“On some days, hyung,” Wonwoo started slowly, taking off his glasses. He took a small cloth out of his pocket and slowly wiped the dust on the lens away. “I thought our previous life was something that we have dreamt about. The world where there are only thirteen members of SEVENTEEN.”

Jeonghan slowly savored Wonwoo’s words. He looked up at the photo again, of the smiling Gyuhan. He looked happy, yet the smile did not reach his eyes. It was like Gyuhan just smiling for the sake of the photo. 

Jeonghan was drowning in the endless sea of regret. Wonwoo remained silent after that, his glasses perched on his nose. The older male suddenly stood up, heading towards the exit. 

The air felt like concrete. Jeonghan hurried out from the hall towards the corridor, where he swiftly avoided the fans and reporters gathering. 

Escaping towards the fire escape, Jeonghan gasped like a fish out of water, the fiery tears rolling down his cheeks once again. 

How can they do this to an innocent soul? How could he do this to an innocent soul? 

“I'm sorry…” Jeonghan leaned against the wall, covering his face with his quivering fingers. He slowly slipped down, chanting out apologies like a mantra. 

But the person that needed to hear them isn't around, not anymore.

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

[scarlet789]

Jihoon kneels down and to tries to meet your eyes, though without much avail. You visibly tuck your chin into your chest, casting your gaze to the side to avoid him, fingers nervously attempting to dig themselves into the cold concrete.

With his knuckle, he gently taps your chin, but you only shrink further away from him.

"Look," he mutters, "I know I'm not much of an acts of service or words of affirmation kind of guy, but, uh . . . let me take care of you?"

Silence, then a beat.

He grabs your purse, slinging it across his body. It knocks over the shoulder of his flannel and he doesn't bother to adjust it. One hand tucked in his jeans, he reaches out with the other for you to hold, seeming more of a gentle command rather than a request.

"Let me take you home?" he tries again.

Your eyes flicker up to him then down again. Your edge a little closer, though not quite ready to commit.

Jihoon sighs heavily. "I know you're a strong, independent woman, but for today, lean on me. Please."

Your mouth parts briefly, Jihoon suspecting a protest, but he's quick to cut you off.

"I want you to," he quips, "I want you to rely on me - you're not a burden."

Without a word, you finally visibly relax, finally looking up at him with wide, bittersweet eyes. Tears well in the corners and Jihoon is quick to use the hem of his flannel to dab them away.

"Jihoon!" you whine, trying to push him away.

"Shush," he hushes you. He quickly slips his hand around yours in the scuffle, tugging you up from the fountain edge. "Let's go home."

[scarlet789]

★ lino linoing moments: 4/∞ ©

[scarlet789]

memory issues, they run in the family

bonus:

[scarlet789]

spiderman ! hyunjin

a soft little thought i had 🥹🌼

"stop you're distracting me" you whisper, goosebumps rising on your skin. tearing open the seasoning packet and emptying it into the boiling pot of ramen. holding in a ticklish laugh.

his nimble fingertips trail up and down your back.

"pay attention to me then" he drags his voice out. snapping the elastic of your short pants. It makes you jump, turning around to scowl at him.

"aren't you tired?" lightly smacking his covered chest. the skin tight suit textured to touch.

reminding you of how your beloved man was more than just your boyfriend. he was a hero.

he was your hero.

"from swinging all day and saving a couple of people? of course im tired..." hyunjin sighs. leaning towards you. eyes closing in exhaustion.

"...need my girlie to put me to sleep in her arms"

you smile softly. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want that.

"i'll put you to sleep after i finish eating my ramen"

"do you want to...eat some ramyeon?...with me" hyunjin whispers, eyeing you with playfulness. him and his tricks.

resting your palm on his chest and standing on your tiptoes, you gently tie his hair up into a messy ponytail with the hairtie you had kept handy on your wrist.

"take off the suit before you start feeling hot, baby"

distracting him by placing a soft kiss on his nose. he nods. laughing sweetly as his eyelids fluttered cutely.

"i'll sit next to you till you're done eating then...can't sleep without you"

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...maybe just maybe im writing a spidie jisung fic in secret...maybe? who knows? definitely not going crazy over sungie as spiderman!

[scarlet789]

Emergency Contact

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, heartbreak, mentions of drinking *SFW*

WC: 2.8k of pure angst <3

You and Hyunjin had a mutual breakup over a year ago, but apparently he forgot to remove you as his emergency contact and feelings are revisted…

You were stupid. That was the only excuse you could come up with for your decisions.

You were stupid and maybe even a little pathetic.

One moment you were curled into your couch with a fuzzy blanket and a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the next you were praying to God that no one had taken pictures of the drunk idiot sleeping at one of the tables in some late night ramen restaurant.

You sat at the red light, your fingers tapping rhythmically to the new song that you’d heard on the radio a few times before. Your mind couldn’t help but to wander off to a year prior where everything in your life was different. You had a different job, a different apartment, a different wardrobe and hairstyle. You even had a boyfriend back then. Every aspect of your life had changed after him and here he was wiggling his way back into it like a stubborn little rat that you couldn’t catch.

As you pull into a parking space in front of the building, you take a few deep breaths to calm the nerves that skyrocketed the second you turned off your car. You hadn’t seen him since he turned his back on you with red eyes, his hands tangled into his messy hair as sobs quietly echoed against the walls of your apartment as he left you behind. There were a few conversations texted here and there with the two of you catching up, but it was all small talk that even strangers could have. You hadn’t heard his voice or seen him with your own eyes in over a year, and yet here you were at his rescue because of some stupid phone call you’d gotten at one o’clock in the morning.

The jingle of a bell announces your arrival and an older woman greets you politely as you step inside. You smile kindly and then your eyes scan the room for the idiot before landing on the familiar figure hunched over onto the red table, empty bottles of soju accompanying him in his slumber. You could only scoff in amazement at the fact he managed to drink all of that alone. He wasn’t even that great of a drinker. What the hell possessed him to drink himself into a coma on a Thursday night?

Your hand comes down onto his back a bit harshly as you attempt to pat him awake. It took a few more rough shoves and a loud call of his name before his head finally raised and he groaned in annoyance. A quiet laugh escaped your lips as his eyes struggled to adjust to the light, a used napkin stuck to his cheek with some unknown sauce smeared across it.

“Hyunjin, get up. Let’s go.”

“What?”

“Let’s go.” You repeat, turning your head to look over your shoulder for anyone that may recognize him. “Did you pay for your food already?”

He was still trying to make sense of his (very bright) surroundings and who was asking him about the bill he’d already paid for. You watched in amusement as his eyes grew twice their size as they connected with yours, his mouth dropping open slightly. You weren’t sure what emotions reflected in those brown orbs. Shock? Fear? Sadness? What you did know is that Hyunjin hadn’t expected for you to be here.

“Y/N?”

“Did you pay your bill, drunk boy?”

“Yea- Yes.” He stutters and squeezes his eyes shut to focus the blurry image of you. “What are you doin- Why are here?”

“You passed out after stuffing yourself full of ramen and soju and the nice lady at the register called your emergency contact.”

His hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his ears red from both alcohol and bow embarrassment.“Oh…forgot to change that.” He slurs.”I should’ve changed that. I’m sorry.”

There’s a moment of silence as he stares up at you deep in thought, your hand coming towards his face to detach the dirty napkin from his cheek causing him to flinch back into reality.

“Let’s go before someone sees you.”

He’s obedient as he pushes the chair back to stand, your shoulder scrunching up to touch your right ear at the loud noise it made scraping against the floor. His hand reaches up to push his bangs away from his face, a sniffle coming from him as he gathered his phone and wallet. He nearly topples over as he turns to follow you to the register, his hand flying out to find balance on your shoulder as you assured that his bill had been paid for with the worker.

Loading him into the car was easier than you’d expected as he was able to climb in by himself. There had been one too many times in the past where you literally had to shove the man limb by limb into the car because he had way more than he should’ve with his friends.

“Do you stay at the same apartments?”

“No, we all moved into new ones.” Hyunjin takes a deep breath as the room began to spin. You watch as he closes his eyes and leans his seat back a bit to try and reground himself. “ I live with Changbin now.”

“What’s your address?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hyunjin.”

“I can’t remember.”he mumbles.

You scoff. “Give me your phone.”

It took you a few minutes, but eventually you were able to find his address embedded in google maps. Hyunjin had never been great with directions, so you knew that there wasn’t a way he didn’t have his addresses saved as “home” for easy access when needed. You leaned across the console to buckle him into his seat belt before returning to your seat and doing the same for yourself.

“You smell good.” He hums quietly. “New perfume?”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

“Thanks.”

The rest of the ride was silent. It wasn’t awkward; there weren’t any emotions weighing heavy in the air. It was peaceful. Familiar. It made you reminiscence of the multiple late night rides he’d taken you on when he wasn’t able to sleep and didn’t want to be alone. You’d always sit snuggled into one of his blankets from home with your eyes closed, feeling the breeze of the wind blowing throughout the car and listening to him hum his favorite songs. His hand typically rested on your thigh giving it a loving squeeze every now and then to remind himself that you’re there even if you were half asleep.

That described your relationship. Peaceful. Loving. Familiar. Neither of you knew where it went wrong and that’s what hurt him the most. One day you both had decided that something didn’t feel the same in your heads anymore which led to confused hearts, and rather than stringing the other along you both decided to call it quits.

It’s no secret that Hyunjin took it a lot harder than you did. He loved you so much and wanted to fix things between you, but how could you fix the tangled mess that was in his mind? That wasn’t fair to you, and that’s why he let go.

It was hard at first. His everyday routine had revolved around either you or his job depending on what point in their career the boys were in, and unfortunately for him he couldn’t drown himself in work. So, he rearranged his apartment, he started trying new painting techniques, and going to the gym with Changbin who claimed that exercise was the best way to heal your brain. It worked for a while but he felt himself slowly falling into a slump that was hard to get out of. He spent more time crying than he did doing anything productive and he truly doesn’t think he would’ve made it through his depression episode without the help of his best friends. Then, their schedules picked up again and Hyunjin was slowly able to regain his smile with time, pushing those wonderful moments he shared with you to the back of his brain. He thought he’d finally accepted your ending and then he saw it.

An old picture of the two of you he had forgotten to delete from his phone still living in his memories album, “1 year ago” flashing across his screen with bold lettering as if it were taunting him.

It was a picture of you two on your second anniversary. He had taken you to Italy and let you live your “romcom fantasy” like you’d always told him you dreamed about. That trip was full of love, giggles, and experiences you told him that you’d never forget. If someone told him back then that you two wouldn’t be together the following year, he’d laugh in their face and call bullshit.

You were undeniably in love and you were meant to last forever.

That’s when the day dawned on him.

Your anniversary was tomorrow and there was no more love to be shared.

He tried not to think about it. He really did. However, Changbin had gone to visit his family and Hyunjin was all alone in their apartment with his thoughts. His mind spiraled and those feelings he thought were gone crawled their way back up his throat until he let out a bitter cry that bounced back at him from against the walls.

It turns out you can only bury and try to forget your feelings for someone for so long until something triggers it. Thats how he found himself taking deep breaths and focusing on the feel of the wind on his face to stop his stomach from churning, threatening to empty its contents in your car.

Twenty minutes later and you were practically carrying Hyunjin’s 5’10 frame into his apartment. You counted nearly four times that the two of you had nearly face planted onto the ground due to his lack of core and foot control, grumbling complaints of, “aren’t you supposed to have great foot work?”, and gaining giggles from him in return.

“What’s the code, Jinnie?” You question once you (hopefully) arrive at the right front door.

His long fingers tap at the keypad and an amused snort escapes his lips when the door flashed red.

Wrong code.

He types it again. Wrong code.

Then again. Wrong Code.

“Hyunjin!” You fight laughter.” You can’t be serious right now ?!”

“This is hard! The numbers are so tiny.”

“What’s the code? I’ll do it.”

He looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. “I can’t tell you that. What if you break in and steal stuff or or you let the Stays in?”

You stare at the man that continues slurring his concerns of being robbed or seen naked in complete and utter disbelief. You forgot how amusingly idiotic he could be.

“Do you want to sleep outside of your front door tonight?”

“No?”

“Then tell me the code.”

He hesitates. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Promise?!”he shouts.

“I promise!” You shout back and hate that a laugh erupts from your chest halfway through.”You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I’m a cute idiot, though.” He dramatically bats his eyelashes and you give him a playful shove, your own body collapsing over itself in a fit of laughter when he lost his balance and into the wall, then progressed to the floor.

“You tryin’ to kill me, woman?!”

“For the love of God, Hyunjin. What’s the code to your apartment?!”

Nearly ten minutes standing at his front door like a pair of idiots had passed before you finally got the correct code and allowed Hyunjin to crawl his way in the door behind you. Their new dorm was a lot bigger and a lot nicer than the ones you had known previously, and it was surprisingly clean.

“Hey, Y/N. Want a tour of our new place? It’s so much nicer than the last one.”

“Let’s get you some water first and then you can show me, yeah?”

He bounced happily behind you as you made your way to the kitchen to find him some water of any shape or form. Upon opening the fridge you playfully rolled your eyes at the view: water, chicken, and some random ingredients that couldn’t have possibly made an actual meal. Why you expected anything different you weren’t sure.

Once Hyunjin downed the water and you made him assure you he wasn’t going to vomit, you allowed him to grab your hand and drag you through his apartment. He claimed he wouldn’t sleep until you saw every nook and cranny and complimented how clean they managed to keep it because he’d worked so hard while Changbin was gone.

Before long you had convinced him to finally wind down for bed. He was like a child almost. Hyunjin obediently went to brush his teeth, wash his face, and even placed his clothes in the laundry basket “just for you because I’m a clean guy. See?”

You watched as he cutely mumbled to himself about which pair of pajamas he wanted to wear to bed. One was the wrong color, one was too suffocating, and eventually he found what he called “baggy enough” to sleep in comfortably.

“Y/N you have to turn around.”

“What?”

“So I can put my pajamas on.”

“Hyunjin, you’re already half naked?”

You jumped at the sudden high pitched scream that left his lips, your eyes blown wide and your hand clutching your imaginary pearls. Hyunjin’s hands were dramatically tossed across his body as he attempted to cover himself from your sight.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“You’ve been staring at me in my underwear?!”

“Are you serious right now?!”

“Turn around!”

“We’ve literally had sex and showered together?!”

“I’m shy, Y/N!”

“You’re unbelievable, I swear.” You’re slightly annoyed as you go to step out of the room but your breath catches as he grabs your waist to stop you.

“No, don’t leave, yet. Just- Just turn around…”

“You owe me for this, yanno?” You give him attitude, yet spin around to allow him to get dressed anyway. “I shouldn’t have to put up with you being an idiot all because you left me as an emergency contact.”

“I’m sorry. Just stay until I go to sleep?”

“Hyunjin-“

He interrupts and steals your heart for a second time as he turns you around to show off his pout and sad puppy dog eyes. “Please.”

So, you agree, allowing him to tug you into his bed and get settled and tucked in beside you. He rests his cheek onto your shoulder and you give the opposite cheek a pat, ignoring the pang you felt in your heart when he hummed contently and leaned into your palm, his lips pressing a small kiss to your wrist just as he used to.

“Get some sleep, Hyunjin.“

“Thank you for this, Y/N. Means a lot.”

“Just don’t get drunk like that in public again. You never know who’s out there watching you, Jinnie.”

“I know…I was just sad” he admits and before you can question him any further he request, “Can you play with my hair, Y/N?”

“Yeah…”

You missed him.

You had immersed yourself into your new job and setting up a new life to forget about the heartbreak you were going through, and now here you were on the verge of tears as he slowly fell asleep beside you. Those beautiful memories and the emotions hit you like a truck for the second time, as if you’d only broken up yesterday.

All because you were left as his emergency contact and he was too drunk to get home alone.

You fucking missed him.

Twenty silent moments had passed before you decided his breath evened out enough that he was nearly sleep. You slowly slipped his head from your shoulder and inched your way out of the bed. Taking one last look at his face was the biggest mistake you could’ve made. He looked so happy with his lips turned up slightly and his hair messy from you running your hands through it to lull him to sleep. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and take small, quiet steps away from the bed to leave.

You were nearly out the door when his groggy voice echoed against the walls of his bedroom.

“Today’s our anniversary.”

The sudden announcement leaves shock evident on your face and a sting of tears in your eyes.

It had officially been one year, two months, and three days since you both chose to end your relationship and today was the day you would’ve celebrated your love for each other. It totally slipped your mind, but apparently it had been weighing heavy on his, and that’s part of what led to the breakup in the first place.

There’s tears glistening in his eyes as he smiles at you, your chest growing heavy and tears mirroring his own as his voice cracks with his next sentence.

“Happy three years, Y/N. I love you.”

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The sun to me

Chapter XV. Nurture.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 3.7k

chapter summary: absence makes the heart grow fonder.

warnings: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of 'i love you's', sweet nicknames and crying, hyune is possessive again

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🌼 Chamomile - healing and comfort.

Deep breath in.

As Hyunjin finally stands on the pier, watching all the people around him laughing, talking and embracing each other, a feeling of familiarity settles deep inside him.

His heart beats fast in his chest, he feels as if it will jump out and run right to you, where it belongs, like it knows he's finally back home.

He tries to calm down with more deep breaths, observing the passengers who were aboard the ship with him, reuniting with their loved ones.

Nobody waits for him on the pier but when his legs finally start working, they take him down the familiar path to your flower shop.

Memories flood his senses, hitting him hard, with sounds, smells, visions, tastes, touches.

It's almost overwhelming as he walks the quiet street, his suitcase breaking the silence against the uneven stones once more.

Hyunjin sees your flower shop coming into view and with hurried steps he approaches it.

The shop is closed on a Wednesday, and there is a note on the door.

Feeling his heart sinking, he steps closer to inspect the note, written in your handwriting.

'Closed until further notice.'

Is what the note says, fear and confusion bubble up inside him, making his stomach churn.

Hyunjin turns and starts taking big strides, walking fast with his suitcase bumping against the ground violently.

There are clouds gathering in the distance, announcing the arrival of a storm that brings the end to the hot summer season.

Hyunjin doesn't notice the clouds, his mind focused only on you, millions of thoughts and worries flashing behind his eyelids.

As he stands in front of your door, he finds himself hesitating for a moment just to take another deep breath in, scared of what will await him on the other side of the door.

Since you never answered, he wonders if you even want to see him.

He knocks and waits, your footsteps coming closer to the door, his heart beats in the same pattern as you come closer to him.

You swing the door open and gasp loudly when you see Hyunjin standing there.

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest and something inside you just wants to fall into his arms and melt into him but confusion overtakes you, as questions start multiplying in your brain, and the hurt you felt during these last few months makes your eyes water.

Hyunjin's soul vibrates when he sees you, but his heart shatters at the sight of you. He can see you're tired, exhausted even, dark circles under your eyes, that glint you had completely dull, your face hung in sadness, there's no sweet smile that would always brighten your face when you look at him.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, your eyes fall down to look at his suitcase then back up at him, and he notices that the necklace he gave you is still around your neck.

A flicker of hope ignites inside him.

"W-what are you doing here?"- you say in shock when you finally find your voice, talking over the lump forming in your throat.

So many nights you had dreamt of your lover appearing at your door, your Hyunjin coming back to you, his arms open and his lips sweet like they always were against yours and now you think it must be just a figment of your imagination.

"I came back to you. Like I promised."- Hyunjin swallows nervously.

"B-but... You never answered my letter."- you say weakly, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"What? Of course I did. As soon as I got your letter, I answered and sent mine."- he looks confused.

"I never got your letter. I- I thought all this time that you moved on. I tried calling you too, but it said that the number no longer exists."

"I had to change my number. You never got my letter? I swear I sent it, I even have a picture of it."

"You really sent me a letter? All this time, you thought I never answered?"- you gulp, a tear sliding down your cheek.

"Yeah, I thought you must have a good reason. I also thought something happened to you, but I didn't want my mind to go to dark places. Eventually, I thought... I thought you just stopped loving me."- Hyunjin's eyes become teary. "I tried calling Isaac's house but then I got this letter."

Hyunjin rummages through his backpack, taking out Isaac's will.

"I thought it was you at first, that you had answered. But, it was Isaac, he left me his house."

"Oh, he did? Makes sense, he loved you like a son. It was really a tragedy and a shock."- you sniffle as you give it back to him.

"I still didn't process it."- Hyunjin looks around, the clouds are now closer and he finally notices them. "May I come in?"

"Of course, of course!"- you nod quickly and Hyunjin comes in and closes the door, leaving his suitcase in the hallway as you walk into the kitchen.

"So... you're still wearing my necklace. That must mean you still have feelings for me?"- Hyunjin asks, his heart fluttering and stomach churning in fear.

Every single day since he left, your pain grew and your soul throbbed with it before the dam finally broke and tears started flowing out your eyes freely.

"Of course I do! I thought you forgot me and replaced me. I thought I'd never see you again, that my greatest fear came true. I thought you stopped loving me."- you sobbed and Hyunjin's tears started sliding down his cheeks too.

"I could never stop loving you y/n, you're my soulmate and the love of my life. You're the only thing that kept me going this summer. I had the hardest time and wished every day to have you next to me. Thinking of seeing your beautiful face and falling into your arms again gave me courage and hope."- Hyunjin confesses.

"I wished every day to have you next to me too. Nothing made sense without you here. Not even my flowers gave me comfort, they just made me miss you even more."

Both of you sobbed and Hyunjin couldn't wait anymore, his heart and body craving you deeply, his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his embrace.

A choked sob escaped your lips when you felt his warmth and his familiar scent, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

"I missed you so much."- you cry.

"I missed you too, my flower."- Hyunjin cries too as you cling onto each other.

Almost blindly you search for each other's lips, everything else around you disappears and melts away as the two of you connect again through a kiss full of feelings yet unspoken, making up for the lost time with a fiery passion.

Your hands are restless, touching his hair, his face, his chest as he grips onto you, pulling you closer into his body, kissing you with all he has.

Somehow you stumble back and Hyunjin presses you into the wall, his hands sliding under your dress.

Your hand flies sideways from the impact, accidentally knocking down a few trinkets you had on the table, as they clatter on the floor but neither of you care.

"I love you so much."- he says against your lips, the taste of both of your tears salty and painful.

"I love you so much, Jinnie. I need you. I need you so bad."- you cry, your tears an overflowing river, wilding through your whole body and coming out in waterfalls.

"I need you too my love."- Hyunjin says with matching emotion, his hands grip your thighs as he kisses your face and neck, teeth biting into your skin and tongue coming out to soothe the pain.

"Take me, Hyunjin."- you whine, tugging at his pants, you have missed the feeling of him inside you, of being one with him.

He doesn't waste any time as he pulls his pants and boxers down, gripping your thighs and hoisting you up in his strong arms, your back pressed against the wall.

You gasp and whimper, grabbing at his shoulders.

You wrap your legs around him as he somehow manages to sneak his hand between your legs and move your panties to the side.

No more words were needed in that moment, your bodies spoke before your lips did as Hyunjin slowly pushed his cock inside you, the familiar stretch making you moan loudly as you dig your nails into his skin.

Hyunjin groans at the warm feeling of you wrapped around his length and his thrusts are immediately fast and hard as you hold onto each other like you're afraid one of you might disappear.

"Ah, ah, Jinnie, more!"- you cry and he kisses you before he grips your flesh, leaving bruises in his wake and fucking your harder, bringing you down on his cock perfectly as the tip touches the deepest parts of you.

"My love. My muse."- Hyunjin fucks into you desperately, his hips erratic and stuttering as he keeps groaning.

You already feel close, the euphoria of being in his arms and at his mercy, finally seeing his face and feeling him inside you and around you, you let go and explode on his cock, clenching around him and making him even more wet.

"F-fuck love, I need to cum!"- Hyunjin groans.

"Inside, cum inside me!"- you whine, your arms wrapped around him tightly and nails digging into his upper back.

Hyunjin whimpers loudly, his cock twitches and you feel his hot cum filling up your pussy and you take it as he rides his high, fucking into you until you get every last drop of him.

His legs tremble for a moment as you hold onto each other, breathing hard, you feel dizzy as your ears ring and finally you smile.

"You're really here."- you look at him.

"I'm really here, my love. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for letting you down and making you think I forgot you. I'm sorry for not coming back sooner or making a better effort to contact you."

"Jinnie, it's not your fault. I guess the letter got lost and created a misunderstanding."- you start as he slowly pulls out of you and you feel his cum slide down your inner thigh.

You grip onto his arms when your feet touch the ground, your legs like jelly.

"Still, I feel so bad that you were so lonely and sad all this time. I could've tried harder." - Hyunjin says as he holds you.

"I'm happy now that you're here."- you lean on his chest and he grips you tighter.

"I'll never leave you again, I promise. I can't live without you."- he kisses the top of your head, caressing you.

"I can't live without you either. I love you."- you look at him and he smiles.

"I love you so much, my flower."- he kisses you gently, sweetly to remind you of the tender love he has showed to you before, now in your arms again.

It feels as if all the shattered pieces of your hearts are slowly coming back together, making you feel whole again.

After cleaning up and brewing a fresh cup of coffee, Hyunjin and you sit on your couch, arms wrapped around each other, your legs in his lap as you don't want to spend any moment apart.

"I thought you put up my paintings. You said you were considering doing it in your letter."- Hyunjin says, his fingers raking through your hair.

"I did. I took them down when I thought you wouldn't come back. It hurt to look at them."- you sigh.

"I'm sorry, darling."- Hyunjin's arms tighten around you.

"It's fine, we can redecorate. Um, that brings me to a question."

"Yes, my love?"

You look up at him to find him looking at you with an endearing smile on his face and you can't help but smile back.

"Do you still want to move here?"- you ask quietly, hoping he'll say yes.

"If you'll have me."

"Of course I want you here. But, what about Isaac's house?"

Hyunjin bites his lip in thought.

"I have an idea. Would you like to open up a gallery with me? In Isaac's honor, I think he would love that."

"Jinnie, that's a wonderful idea!"

"I would like to have his pieces there too, a museum of sorts. And also yours if you're okay with that."- Hyunjin smiles at you.

"Ours together?"

"Mhm."- he nods, kissing you every two minutes between talking. Because it's never enough.

"I really like the thought of that. It's perfect, Isaac would totally be behind that."- you chuckle a little.

"Can we visit his grave one of these days? I want to pay my respects to him."- Hyunjin asks.

"Of course, I go there a lot to bring fresh flowers anyways."- you say and Hyunjin kisses your head.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, just soaking each other in as the thunder rolls in from the distance.

"You said you had a hard time? What happened?"- you sit up and look at Hyunjin.

"Ugh I- I kinda punched my manager. Broke his nose. He sued me and tried to ruin my career. So I had to fight him in court. He also leaked my number and I got harassed, that's why I changed it."- he shrugs.

"Hyunjin! How can you say all of that so nonchalantly?!"- you gasp.

"It's behind me now. I fought well, you'd be so proud of me if you were there."- he smiles.

"You went through all of that alone."- you shake your head and then grab his face gently. "I wish I could've been there with you to at least be your mental and emotional support."

"Baby, it's okay. I thought of you 24/7 and I was looking forward to seeing you, even when I thought you didn't answer, I told you, you were my only hope."- he convinces you with a sweet kiss.

"Is it all settled now?"

"Yes, thankfully. It was hell."- Hyunjin pauses for a second to listen to the thunder becoming louder and louder, rain slowly starting to drizzle.

"Hey, it's like that time we confessed to each other."- Hyunjin remarks.

"Better get the candles out, just in case."- both of you chuckle, actually getting up and putting candles around the living room.

Just like that night, you spend the entire time kissing and holding each other, feeling even more thankful than before that you get to be in each other's embrace.

As the rain pours down, the wind wilds and the thunder keeps rolling in, you're safe in your little cocoon. With every kiss you erase an ounce of pain, coming closer to the happiness you shared before, every doubt and fear fading away slowly, each caress compensating for the time your bodies craved each other, every smile shared between you mends your hearts, shaping you into the two lovers you once were, finally reunited and stronger than before.

And when the lights go out, only the flicker of the candles bring in the luminescence that casts the shadow of two bodies connected as one in a dance of love and passion.

In the freshness of the morning, you slowly wake up, your limbs tangled with your lover's, a smile appears on your face as you take a deep breath in.

The gentle breeze coming from your window caresses your exposed skin, as the two of you fell asleep naked, hot against each other.

The smell of fresh rain mixing with the comforting and familiar scent of Hyunjin brings you into a soft state of mind, your body relaxing even further into the soft blankets.

Hyunjin stirs awake, nuzzling his face into your neck immediately, a little groan escaping his lips.

He presses them against your pulse, lingering there, still half asleep.

Your foot slides on his calf, touching him gently, your hand in his soft hair.

"Can we stay in bed all day?"- he mumbles into you and you chuckle, pressing a kiss into his forehead.

"We can do whatever we want to."- you say and he looks up at you.

"That sounds perfect."- Hyunjin lifts up so he's on top of you and he leans in to kiss you.

Like you haven't spent all night loving on each other, your entire being craves him again.

Hyunjin's hands cup your breasts, his fingers playing with your nipples and you whimper into him, feeling ten times more sensitive in the morning.

He leaves kisses from your jawline down to your breasts, sucking on your nipple as his hand massages your other breast.

You arch into him, craving his touch again and again as his hands slowly trace down to your legs and he spreads them, fingers instantly on your wet folds.

"J-Jinnie."- you whimper as he sucks on your breasts, looking at you intently, fingertips playing with your sensitive clit and getting you more and more wet for him.

"I need you."- he presses his face into the crook of your neck, and you feel his hard cock press against your pussy.

"Mm. Please."- you whimper, hips lifting up on their own to get more friction.

Hyunjin pushes in easily, as you take all of him eagerly, holding onto him.

The tiny bit of soreness you feel from last night's activities dissolves into pleasure as he slowly drags his length inside you.

His eyes are intense on you, arms locked around your head as he leans his body on yours, moving his hips ever so slightly, driving you crazy with the little movements deep inside you.

Your legs are spread completely as you meet his slow thrusts, and Hyunjin's eyes suddenly soften and he lets out a giggle.

"What?"- you smile.

"I love you."- your heart warms up a little more every time he says it.

"I love you, Jinnie."- you say gently and he leans down to kiss you, his hips gentle and forgiving.

"Every moment I spent away from you hurt so bad."- Hyunjin gasps.

"Yes, me too. I thought I was all alone."

"You will never feel lonely again, my sweet darling."- Hyunjin keeps kissing you as both of you whisper sweet things to each other, making up for all the lost moments.

You don't know how much time you spend like that, just lazily fucking into each other as you touch, kiss and worship.

The tension builds with the sudden downpour of rain outside and Hyunjin grabs your wrists, pressing them down into the matress on either sides of your head as his hips snap into you faster.

You're so wet that he slips into you so easily, hitting you just right and you start moaning as your eyes flutter in pleasure.

"Mm, my love. So good. So warm."- Hyunjin groans.

"Made for you."- you gasp when he pulls out almost all of his length just to snap his hips hard into you.

"Yes, just for me. You're mine. Mine."- he repeats, his hips snapping faster and faster into you as he holds your wrists above your head.

"Only yours, Jinnie."- you whine, giving into the pleasure completely, knowing you're both close to the highest point of euphoria.

"Fuck you take it so well. You were made for this."- he groans as he looks at you with eyes full of lust.

"H-Hyunjin!"- you whimper as he snaps his hips into you, now becoming relentless and unforgiving.

"My muse."- Hyunjin fucks you hard as the bed creaks and your eyes fill with tears of pleasure.

He can see that you're close and he wants nothing but to see you satisfied.

"Cum for me, love. Give me all your pleasure."- he says, your bodies heated and sweaty from the exertion, only serving to ignite the passion between you more.

"Mm, yes Hyunjin!"- you whimper as you let go, thousands of fireworks exploding inside you as he keeps moving his hips until he cums, painting your insides white.

Both of you breathe hard, hands grabbing at each other before Hyunjin smiles at you.

"You okay?"- he asks gently, like he did before and you still can't believe that your lover is actually back.

"Better than okay."- you nod. "You?"

"I'm so happy. Relieved, even. Like I want to spend the rest of my life like this with you."- Hyunjin exhales as he lays his cheek on your shoulder.

"Me too, but I think we'd die from thirst and hunger pretty quickly if we never got out of bed."- you giggle as you caress him.

"I would die happy."- his hand is on your face as he traces your features.

It feels too good to move, him still being inside you and even though his cock is soft now, your pussy still clenches around it.

"Wanna go again?"- Hyunjin smirks.

"No, I need a break."- you quickly shake your head with a chuckle.

"Doesn't seem so to me, but whatever you say."- he jokes before he finally slides out of you, making you whimper when you feel his cum drip out of you.

Hyunjin's eyes are trained on your core and he gently touches you with his fingertips, playing with his cum.

"I really missed you. All of you. My bed was so cold and empty, I had to hug my pillow every night and imagine it was you."- Hyunjin says.

"I hugged my pillow every night wishing it was you instead, too."- you confess and he chuckles.

"My sweet girl."- he leans down to kiss you gently. "I still feel like I have to make it up to you, for making you feel hurt and abandoned."

"You being here is enough, Jinnie."- you say as your fingers tangle in his hair and you play with the soft locks.

"I hope so, because I don't plan on leaving any time soon."

It feels like the rain brought fall with it, as the island was starting to become empty again.

The tourists were leaving back to their normal lives, back to their jobs and their homes.

They gave you back your cove, your hill, your beach, even the little uninhabited island was cleaned out again.

Life gave you back your lover, and your heart was finally in one piece.

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[scarlet789]

Babe, I Broke It

Cute little text thread based on this ask!

I honestly prefer sfw or angsty fics over smutty ones(especially when I can delude myself into making Hyunjin a simp) so, I loved this idea. Hope you like it, hon <3

This is the link to the prompt they sent. So cute!!

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing…*SFW*

Hyunjin broke your brand new coffee mug and he’s taking it harder than you are (he’s just a soft bby)…

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[scarlet789]

through the smoke

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting in a whim of inspiration with a plan to continue and finish this somehow. but, i just never have. so, here it is, some angsty seungcheol x reader for my cheolie feels.

word count: 1.18k

~

seungcheol collapsed right where he was standing. he tried to fill up his lungs with every inhale, but it seemed like only half of them was actually working. the space inside his ribs was burning, every breath seemed to get stuck in there. seungcheol felt a few pats on his shoulders. he listened to the footsteps of the other members, walking to the showers, to eat, to soak their feet in ice water. he let a pair of arms pull him on his feet and walk him to a bench near the wall. he slouched down and nodded as a thank you. the two sat there is silence, knowing what the other one was - or was not - thinking.

after what seemed like forever, seungcheol sat in a car. he had been too tired to shower, but he had managed to change his clothes. when the driver had opened the car door for him to enter, he had apologized over and over about how sweaty and probably smelly he had been, but the driver had only smiled, nodded and bowed. secretly, seungcheol was happy that the others had left the studios before him. now, he had the car ride to himself, no questions and laughter and banter of the others. all he wanted was to get home.

after closing the door to your shared apartment, seungcheol fought the urge to lie down on the carpet in the hallway and close his eyes. his kicked off his shoes and threw his coat and bag where they happened to land.

stepping in the apartment, seungcheol was met with a sharp smell. he expected you to appear from around the corner, to give you a hug and a kiss and ask you about your day. but you did not come.

seungcheol called out your name one, twice. he walked further in the apartment. on his right, the hallway opened into a lounge area. the air in the empty space was chilly, the crisp autumn air creeping through a window cracked open. seungcheol hurried to close the window and continued his search for you.

when the tiny kitchen are opened in front of seungcheol, he stopped mid-step. through his exhaustion, he took in the smell of smoke, the darkened shade of the countertop and the pot on the stove. at least, he guessed it was a pot. the item had been covered with a fire extinguisher blanket, which had dark spots here and there.

seungcheol swallowed to remove the lump in his throat and yelled out your name again. he ran to the bedroom - the only space he had not checked yet. the room was dark, but a slice of light was shining through the bathroom door. seungcheol almost ripped off the door handle, barging through it, and found you there, curled up in the corner.

seungcheol hurried to you, mumbling incoherencies while touching every part of your skin that was not covered by your shorts and t-shirt. you winced when he grabbed your hands. examining them closer, seungcheol found multiple spots, angry red and swollen.

“’i’m sorry”, you whispered, when seungcheol balanced between the relief of finding you and the worry over your wounds.

“what?” was all he could get out.

“i stepped away for just a second”, you continued, your face striped with tears. seungcheol snapped out of his confusion, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you close.

“i’m sorry”, you repeated, clutching the front of seungcheol’s shirt.

“stop with the nonsense”, seungcheol spat out. he heard his own words, coming out sharper than intended, but that was something to think about later.

“did you call the emergency number?” seungcheol asked, already reaching for his phone. he dialed the number and put it on speaker before you had the time to shake your head.

“my partner is hurt”, seungcheol spoke to the phone after introducing himself. he run his hand through his hair, standing up but not taking his eyes away from you.

“no, there was a fire in our apartment”, he explained, “they have burns in their hands and-” he let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. “it was put out. my partner needs medical attention!”

a few i see’s and alright’s later seungcheol closed the call and returned to you.

“can you stand up?” he asked, already helping you on your feet by your sides, careful not to touch your arms. hearing you whine made his eyes burn and his gaze blurry, but he kept whispering “it’s okay” and “i’m here now” to you.

seungcheol helped you sit on a bench in the hallway. “where is your phone?” he asked, stepping away to get a set of clothes and other essentials. “and your wallet?” he shoved everything in his gym bag he grabbed from wherever.

“hang tight”, he spoke while wrapping a jacket around your shoulders and helping you put on a pair of sweatpants, “they will be here any minute.”

the fire department was first to the scene. seungcheol stood at the doorway to let them in as soon as they came. the medics arrived soon after. seungcheol hurried them to you and had to be told to step aside. one of the medics led him out of the apartment, asking about his state on the way to the ambulance.

for what seemed like years, seungcheol sat at the back of the ambulance, waiting. he watched as firefighters walked in and out of the building, but he could not see the door to your apartment anymore. he was given a blanket to keep him warm, and devices to measure his vitals were attached. he refused oxygen, though. you were the one who was injured, for god’s sake!

another medic walked you to the car. seungcheol wanted to run to you, hold you, comfort you, but the medic told him to stay in his seat and sat you down on another one. with a “let’s get going” she slammed the double doors shut, and soon, the vehicle moved.

a silence fell into the car, filling the spaces between all the medical equipment, a stretcher that was, fortunately, empty, and the blindingly bright lights.

“cheol”, you finally spoke, and seungcheol took what seemed like the first breath in the last hour.

“everything okay?” seungcheol asked, looking towards the front of the vehicle, trying to find a way to get the medics’ attention.

“yes”, you answered, “what about you?”

seungcheol opened his mouth to say he was fine and no worries and he as there for you. instead, what came out was a sob, and tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

“seungcheol!” you yelled out, “are you hurt?”

he managed to raise his hand and shake his head as a no.

“i was so scared”, he spoke after a while, his voice thick and stuffy.

“i know”, you said, “i am so sor-”

“stop it”, seungcheol interrupted and reached his hand out to grab yours. “no more sorry’s”, he said, “it was not your fault. all that matters is your recovery.”

~

[scarlet789]

Lean On Me

The three times Jeonghan sticks up for you, and the one time you finally get it.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress. Creepy guy in a club.

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

You really don’t want to be out at the club right now. You’re not even sure how you ended up here. Your friends can so rarely convince you to come somewhere so crowded and loud. But it’s your friend’s birthday and you felt compelled to dress up and play along, no matter how briefly. You’ve been sipping on the same watered down drink for the last hour while chatting with a few mutual friends who have also shown up. 

Joshua has just walked away, leaving Jeonghan to sip his drink next to you as he eyes you carefully. “Don’t like the drink?” His voice is teasing and it makes you frown a bit. You don’t like that your discomfort is so obvious as he clocks your squirm from one foot to the other immediately. You can tell because he fucking smirks down at you behind his beer.

“Not much of a drinker,” you excuse, trying to sound light, but it comes out through gritted teeth. Every muscle in your body is wound tight from even being here.

“I’ll go get you something different if you’d like. Something a little fruitier to mask the taste.” He’s still watching you like a hawk. His voice is still teasing, but the offer seems genuine, like he’ll turn to the bar as soon as you agree.

Still, you shake your head, twirling the little straw in your glass. All the ice is gone by now, not that you had much of a desire to drink it in the first place. “Thank you, but I’ll pass.” The music is suddenly a little too loud and your ears start to ring. Your breath catches a bit in your throat. “Actually, I’m going to head out. Can you tell them that if they ask?” 

Jeonghan’s eyes drift to your mutual friend, the birthday girl, who is dancing on a table now. “I don’t think they’ll notice. I’ll drive you home, if you want. It’s late and you shouldn’t walk or get a taxi alone.”

You frown at him again. “How much have you had to drink?” 

He raises his mostly full beer a little, “This is my second one.” The neck of the bottle hasn’t even been drained yet. He watches you hestitate. “Nothing more than a ride, I promise. I just want to make sure you make it home okay.”

The DJ has turned up the music just a bit, the bass thumping in your stomach uncomfortably. You place your glass on one of the trays in the corner. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re safe to drive.”

“I’m sure,” he says simply, plopping his bottle next to your glass. He holds out his hand to you and you stare at it, so long that he pulls it back. “Hang on. Don’t want you to get lost in the crowd.”

Your hand loosely finds the back of his shirt as he leads you through the crowd and out the front doors of the club. In the night air, you can breath a little better and he doesn’t say anything about it. Once in the car, he rolls down the windows for you. 

Two

You’re out again, this time to dinner with some friends. You’ve had the misfortune of sitting next to Soonyoung. He’s really so, so sweet and means nothing by it, but he’s been drinking quite a bit before you got here. He gives you a tight hug that has your heart racing in the worst way when you sit down next to him. He greets you warmly none the wiser, and doesn’t seem to notice how you inch away from him. But at the cramped table, there isn’t far to go before you’re bumping elbows with Jeonghan. 

On the other side of Soonyoung, Joshua is doing his best to distract Soonyoung, but the hyperactive man keeps turning to you to talk animatedly. You’re doing your best to be polite, you really are, because you know he would never try to make you uncomfortable on purpose, but some of his awareness is gone because of the alcohol. 

Jeonghan stands after your third clingy hug from Soonyoung and announces, “I’ll get the next round of shots.” He turns to you, speaking a little softer. “Will you come help me?”

Much like the last time at the club, you grab the back of his shirt to get to the bar. He places the order with the bartender and then turns to you. “You looked like you needed a little breather.” 

You huff, hating how transparent you seem to be around him. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan snorts, looking entertained. “You kind of wear it all over your face.”

Someone comes up to the bar behind you, crowding you. Jeonghan’s gently grabbing your elbow, pulling you towards him. There’s a spike of anxiety, but being inches from Jeonghan is better than being so close to a total stranger. Said stranger is totally unaware of how he’s practically breathing down your neck, brushing up against your back. You feel your shoulders tense, but Jeonghan’s hand moves from your elbow to your back, pulling you toward him into his side. 

He leans down to be heard over the music. “Sorry. It’s just until we get away from the bar.” You give him a nod, because there’s a weird mixure of anxiety and relief flooding you. The noise and chaos is still a little too much, but his hand and side is warm against you and his cologne smells good. 

Nevertheless, you’re relieved when the bartender slides Jeonghan a tray of shot glasses. You trail behind him, hand on his shirt, until you reach the table again. He gently nudges you to his old seat, taking the one next to Soonyoung once he’s passed out the glasses. You can breathe a little bit easier the rest of the night, while Soonyoung curls into Jeonghan’s side.

Three

You open the TikTok notification from Jeonghan at approximatley 1:30am, mostly because you were already scrolling through the app. You send a reaction back and almost immediately get a text. ‘Why on earth are you still up?’

Here in the comfort of your bedroom, there’s very little anxiety about responding to him. ’Can’t sleep. You?’

‘Same. Want to go on a walk?’

That’s how you find yourself strolling the streets in the middle of the night with Jeonghan by your side. He’s kept conversation light - the latest stories about your mutual friends, or what he’s working on at work without spoiling anything. He asks how your work is going and you squirm, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. You do your best to ignore his frown and careful stare.

“Stressful. Some serious deadlines coming up.” 

He hums, understanding. Your sure he does understand, given what he does for a living. “Well, I’d ask if you’ve been sleeping… but here were are.” He chuckles and it makes you crack a small smile. “But you’ve been eating right?” Your hesitation is enough of an answer for him. He’s stopping at a street corner, nodding his head to the right. “Come on, there’s a 24 hour convenience store down here. We can get you something.”

You don’t budge, peering up at him. “No… I can’t really eat much when I’m like this. It’ll get better in a few days when the deadline has passed.”

Jeonghan’s eyes narrow. “Then come keep me company while I eat. I’m hungry.”

Fine. It’s not like you want to go home yet anyway. You trail after him in the dark and he holds the door open for you at the convenience store. There, he picks out some ramen and a couple onigiri. You sit across from him at one of the small tables in the store. 

When he slides one of the onigiri to you, you frown. “It’s light. You should try to eat something.” Your stomach growls as if on cue and you huff. He’s smirking, but there’s something soft and not at all arrogant about his expression. “Come on. Just try it.”

You pick up the little triangular snack, peeling away the saran wrap. He’s right. It does make you feel better. He silently slides you the second onigiri and you scarf it down. 

He buys you one more for the walk home on the way out of the convenience store.

Four

This time, you don’t expect to see Jeonghan. You’re out at the club again with a few of your friends. One of them recently got broken up with and this was an effort to cheer her up. It’s working because she’s already dancing with some guy, leaving you to escape the stuffy dance floor. 

At the bar, you order something fruity, remembering that Jeonghan said you might like it more. It strikes you as kind of strange that you think of him as you wait for the drink. When the bartender slides you the drink, you take a sip and know Jeonghan was right. This is way more tolerable. 

You turn to leave the bar, when a body blocks you. It’s big and bulky and the smell of strong cologne assaults your senses. Your body is already tense before you hear the man say, “Hey sweetheart, let me buy you a drink.”

He’s blocking your escape from the crowd at the bar and you kind of feel like a cornered animal. “Oh, no thank you,” you try to say confidently. “Just got one. I’m good. If you’ll excuse me.” You start to wedge between the space between him and the next person, but he’s moving to block you. 

“Oh come on. I promise, I’m nice. We can go somewhere quieter to get to know each other.” Something about his tone and sleazy smile makes you cover your drink protectively. 

“I’m good, I should get back to my friends.” There’s a bit of desperation in your tone that you can’t really hide now. The guy looks like he might become a bit irate at your rejection when he’s bumped to the side roughly and a hand comes to your back. 

“Hi baby, sorry I”m late.”

Jeonghan’s inserted himself between you and the man, and despite being cramped against the wood of the bar, relief floods you. “It’s okay, I’m glad you made it.” You’re not sure what possesses you to play along, but the words spill out fast. Perhaps because it’s genuine. You really are glad Jeonghan is next to you now. 

“Who’s this?” He asks lightly, looking at the guy. The stranger is shrinking away now, apologizing. It burns you up inside that your insistence wasn’t enough but Jeonghan’s presence as a fake boyfriend is. Jeonghan turns to the bar to order a drink and makes you turn with him. He leans down to your ear. “Are you okay?” You nod, not sure if it’s the whole truth. You can still smell the stranger’s overwhelming cologne nearby, so you lean into Jeonghan. If he’s thrown off by it, he doesn’t show it.

As soon as he has his drink in hand, he grabs your hand with the other, leading you away from the bar. His grip loosens once the crowd thins, but yours tightens, and he glances back, eyes a little wide. But he tightens his grip again, pulling you to a corner. You don’t release his hand and he lets you cling. “Did he say or do anything I should have hit him for?”

The words surprise you, but even more, the intensity of his look makes your eyes widen. “You would have hit him?” 

He simply raises an eyebrow, beer bottle up to his lips. “Yeah. I’ll go do it right now if you want.”

“I don’t… but, Jeonghan. Why would you do that?”

Jeonghan’s jaw drops a little. “You can’t be serious, Y/N.” You just frown at him and he huffs. “I would do that in a heartbeat if someone made you uncomfortable. I don’t play fake boyfriend for just anyone.”

There’s something teasing about his tone, but his fingers are flexing around yours still. “But you’ll play fake boyfriend for me to help me get away from a creep?”

“I’ll play real boyfriend for you to help you get away from a creep.” He barks a laugh at the way your jaw drops. “Y/N, baby, you can’t be that dense. I’ve been into you for a long time.”

You stammer. “Jeonghan, why didn’t you say anything?”

He stares at you for a moment. “I kind of got the impression that you wouldn’t want me to, or anyone else for that matter.”

He’s right. You haven’t been interested in dating in so long for so many reasons. But there’s safety in standing close to him, even in a setting like this. You glance around the club for a moment before looking up at him. “Do you want to get out of here?”

You kind of expect a smirk, but instead he gives you a sweet grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[scarlet789]

Imperfect Love

The three times Joshua sees you look down on yourself, and the one where he finally can’t take it anymore.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: reader is insecure about their physical appearance

This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.

One

It’s Thursday morning and Joshua has the day off. He wakes up with you and while you get ready for work, he prepares some breakfast. You usually leave at 8:15 but he’s still sipping coffee and waiting for you at 8:17 as the food gets cold. It’s unlike you. You’re always so punctual. So he gets up, wandering into your shared bathroom.

You’re huffing, putting on another layer of powder over your chin. “You okay, darling?” He asks gently. 

“No. I’m breaking out badly lately and this makeup isn’t helping any. What time is it?” 

“You’re running a little late,” he admits. You snatch up your phone and hiss at the time. Things get dumped back into your makeup bag. He doesn’t like the way anxiety is bleeding out of you as you rush for a cardigan and your bag. “Hey, breath for a second.” He stops you with hands on your shoulders. “Just send your boss a message and say you’re running a little late. You need to eat something first.” 

You frown at him and he frowns back. “I don’t have time, Joshua. You didn’t make anything yet, did you?” 

“I did,” he sighs. He knows he won’t get anywhere with the whole ‘be late’ thing, so he changes his game plan. “Why don’t I drive you? It will give you a few extra minutes to eat something before you go. It’s supposed to rain anyway.”

You sigh, looking a little relieved. “If you’re sure. I really wish you’d sleep in and rest on your day off though.” 

He brushes it off, pulling your seat out for you and putting a plate in front of you. Within the hour, he drops you off at work, but he doesn’t go straight home. He calls his makeup artist and stops by the store first. 

At 5pm, he picks you up and drives you home. He starts dinner while you go to take a shower. On the bathroom counter there’s a shiny bag with your name on it. Inside is a a couple new cleansers, one that’s gentle and one that’s for acne. That’s not a surprise. You both share things like this and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten something for you only for him to use it too. 

But there’s a palette of cream makeup in the bottom of the bag. The shades look right. You’ve never tried anything like it before. After your shower, you meet Joshua in the kitchen. “Did you stop and get the stuff on the bathroom counter today?” 

He doesn’t look at you as he chops some things. “Yeah. My makeup artist recommended the cream makeup if you have breakouts. Thought you might give it a try since you weren’t happy with your makeup this morning.” 

You frown. “Thank you, Joshua.” 

He gives you a sweet smile, puckering his lips for a kiss. Once he’s gotten what he wants, he says, “Whatever makes you happy, darling. Let me know if the shades aren’t right. Now, how much garlic is too much garlic?”

The next day you get numerous compliments on your new makeup and it makes you smile to yourself at your desk throughout the day. You aren’t even thinking about the huge breakout on your chin anymore. 

Two

You and Joshua regularly go to the gym together. You have a routine. A little bit of cardio and a little bit of weights. Nothing too intense. He doesn’t need it because of the hours of dance practice he puts in already. And you aren’t a fan of the gym in the first place, but you know it’s good for you so you suffer through the workout at least a few times a week. 

He turns off the treadmill next to you and glances at you. This is usually the signal to move on. He raises an eyebrow when you don’t stop jogging. “Twenty minutes are up, darling.”

“I think I’m going to just do cardio today. No weights.” Your breath comes out in short bursts from exertion.

“Oh,” he says. He’s a little disappointed. He likes working out with you and spotting you. And he doesn’t need to do anymore cardio today. “Any reason in particular?”

“I put on a few pounds.” You say it so simply, so casually, but it makes him frown. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop when you’re ready to go home.”

He knows it’s no use arguing. That doesn’t stop him from rushing through his reps and even skipping a few exercises altogether. He doesn’t want you to over-exert yourself if he takes too long. You look a little weak as you two leave the gym. After a warm shower for both of you, Joshua sits next to you on the couch, pulling your legs up into his lap, kneading the muscles lightly. You wince and sigh ever now and then and he can’t help but say something. “Darling, you know you don’t have to put yourself through that in the gym. I love you and your body the way you are.” 

You frown up at him. “It’s just a few pounds.”

He frowns back, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach. “Darling, think about what I do for work. I know it’s never just a few pounds, because it will never feel like enough. Promise me you’ll be gentle with yourself, okay?”

You nod, but he’s not convinced that you mean it. The next day he insists that you both skip the gym and go for a walk instead. 

Three

Joshua is out shopping with you because you’ll be attending an event with him and need an outfit. He’s sitting on one of the benches in the private dressing room. You’ve been in there for a while and he has yet to see anything you took into the room with you. “Are you okay in there?” 

“Yeah.” It’s not convincing and he stands up coming to the door, knocking lightly. 

“Come on, darling. Show me what you’ve got so far,” he says gently.  He hears a huff and the door swings open. He thinks you look stunning but you’re frowning at him. 

“Joshua, none of these are really my style.”

His eyes drift up and down before landing on your little pout. “Y/N, you look incredible in this. What don’t you like about it?” 

You turn to the mirror in the dressing room, turning this way and then that way. Your hand lands on your stomach. He feels so, so sad when he watches you suck in your stomach a bit. “It’s just a little too tight,” you finally say. 

He steps into the dressing room, arms wrapping around your waist, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Darling, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know that. But you do look beautiful in this.”

You’re still frowning, looking at the other dresses hanging on the hook by the door. They’re all equally tight and he knows none of them will make you comfortable. With some finality, he kisses you one more time before taking all of the hangers from the hook. “Stay here. I’ll ask the consultant for some other styles.” 

Half an hour later, he smiles at you as you spin in a different dress. It’s got ruching and a small bow around the waist, disguising and distracting from the part that had you so upset earlier. “What do you think?” He asks hopefully. 

You’re doing the same tests and angles as earlier and he lets you. He can tell you’re a little relieved by what you see and he’s relieved to see that the little pinch between your eyebrows isn’t so prominent. “I think this one will work. What do you think?” 

“You could wear a trash bag and you’d be beautiful. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

While waiting for the consultant to ring up the dress, you press a kiss to his cheek and say thank you. He knows what you mean - it’s not about paying for the dress, though that’s surely part of it, but rather the patience he had for your selection process. Still, he simply says, “Of course.” 

Four

You’ve been quiet all night at said event. At first he chalks it up to your shyness. You aren’t in the industry and the cameras and media make you anxious. He lets you ride it out, holding your hand or wrapping his arm around you every opportunity he has. You know the members that are present and it seems to ease you a bit too. 

In the car on the way home, he starts to chalk it up to you being tired. It’s been a long week for you and these events would zap all of the energy out of anyone, but particularly if you aren’t used to it. Inside the house, he helps you out of your heels and dress, and into some pajamas. You both have a routine after things like this. He sits you on the bathroom counter and stands between your legs. It’s his turn first to take off his makeup. You gently cleanse his face and then it’s your turn. 

He knows something’s up for sure when you don’t crack a smile at the silly headband he puts on you. Once your face is clean, he kisses your nose and peers down at you when your lips barely turn up at the gesture. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Do you wish I looked like them?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Like who?”

You twist the string of his hoodie to avoid looking at him. “Like the idols you work with.” He’s silent, gritting his teeth a bit. “They’re all so pretty and polished. I’m nothing like that.”

He scoffs. “That’s it. You have to stop talking about my girlfriend like that.” You glance up at him in surprise. He’s always so gentle with you, but frustration bleeds into his tone. “You’ve been talking so poorly about yourself lately. Tell me everything that’s bothering you so I can either help you fix it or put your mind at ease.” 

“What’s there to fix, Joshua? Nothing would ever make me look like that.”

“Exactly. I want you to look like you.” He gives you a kiss, like he’s trying to pour all of his affection for you into it. “Be nice to my girlfriend, please. I love her too much to hear things like that, okay?” 

You feel a little bit of emotion bubble up and you lean into his chest. “I love you too.” You mean it. You know he’d do anything to help you and maybe you should start asking.

[scarlet789]

Siren!Jeonghan (SVT) | Prey angst | 0.9k | gn!reader warnings: cannibalism, reader dies

The sun ripples above you where the water has closed over your head. Like a miracle, you see it crystal clear. The bubbles rise up to the surface, carrying air that you so desperately need. They look like pearls. Is it the death approaching that makes everything seem like it’s happening in slow motion? Is that what makes everything so beautiful?

Your lungs are burning. So far you managed to resist the temptation to breathe in the seawater but you’re not sure how long you can keep the desperation at bay. Your ears are ringing too. It feels like the entire ocean is closing in on you the deeper Jeonghan drags you. You can’t scream.

He beams at you whenever he looks back. His pupils are so dilated it looks like the blackness has overtaken them. You realize he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s barely any comfort. It hurts. It just hurts.

You can’t call out to him, not without breathing in the water but if you don’t wake him up from the trance he’s in, you’re gonna die anyway. If not by drowning, then because of the rising pressure.

His hand still feels like silk around your wrist. A bond connecting you to him, comforting and familiar. He’s still beautiful. There’s mischief sparkling in his eyes when the siren turns hearing his name being called. You think he understood the gurgling noise. He’s breathtaking. 

His song is dangerous. It makes you take a deep breath but the beauty of the song takes the pain away. His final gift to you. His voice is still a song that makes you forget about the whole world. His eyes shine as he sings. He’s glowing. 

Drawing you closer, Jeonghan's lips hover over yours. They brush against your prickling skin. Your vision is getting blurry but you’ll be damned if you take your eyes off him. 

Can you cry underwater? You’re not sure but you swear you do. 

It’s not gonna be long now. It’s not gonna be…

There’s a metallic taste in Jeonghan's mouth, one he knows so well. He sucks on his teeth, relishing in each and every drop. He’s in a good mood, better than he’s been in weeks. He must’ve had a nice meal, although the details are blurry. It doesn’t matter anyway in the end. The human is dead and gone. Only the delicious taste lingers. Although the siren's mood is slightly spoiled when he realizes that he’s not going to have such a satisfying dinner in a while. 

Hunting is getting harder and harder, so he can’t be picky. It’s a shame that most humans taste mediocre at best. Nothing like this exquisite, delicious-

Wait.

He feels his blood run cold. His head starts spinning.

Jeonghan knows it. He knows the taste.

He can’t feel his fingers, then his hands, arms. Not even his tail. He ceases all movement. The ocean is crushing him.

He’s going to be sick. He bites into his fingers before they can get past his teeth.

He knows the taste.

He…

His vision blurs as tears fill his eyes. 

He told you to stay away when he’s hunting. He told you.

This must be a mistake. It couldn’t have been you. 

He told you, right? So he will trust you. You respect him, and you know he’s never playing around when it’s the serious stuff. Never. So he must trust that you listened to him.     

But the taste on his tongue, his lips…

It might be familiar, but there are other explanations too, surely. Like… No, he needs to lie down. He collapses on the seafloor, curls in on himself. His head is pounding, spinning, mind whirring. 

Bones.

He could find the bones. No no no, he absolutely should find the bones. He should make sure. But he can’t move. He can’t feel his body. He’s pretty sure he broke through the skin on his fingers but all he tastes is you.

You.

His sweet human. 

He whimpers but the sound is swallowed by the cold and heartless ocean, lost in its vastness. Why is the water so cold? He doesn't want it cold. Doesn’t want it to keep him awake and conscious. He’s spasming, only aware his body is doing so because of the ripples. 

He wishes for the time to stop. For his mind to stop. 

He wishes not to know. But he needs to know.

If the bones are yours, Jeonghan will cradle you to his chest until he starves to death. He won’t eat another bite. He won’t desire meat ever again. 

If the hunger gets so terrible his body won’t handle it, he will devour himself. He won’t leave you for a second to be alone in the freezing depths. That would be so scary for a little human like you. You will remain in his arms and when he inevitably becomes only an empty shell, you’ll still be lying in his embrace as he begs for forgiveness for eternity. As he begs you to come back to him. To listen to him. 

But the bones won’t be yours. He trusts you. You told him a story. There was a human who doubted his lover and turned to see if she followed him and it damned them both, right? He’s not like that. He loves you. He cherishes you. He trusts you.

No need to check the bones. 

You’re his good little human.

He knows they won’t be yours.

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cruelest thing that kpop has ever done is impose a "you can't eat anything" rule on their idols in the country that says "have you eaten today?" as a way of showing love