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anime-fan-05 · 3 months ago

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Hello, can you please make sfw alphabet for Hak from Akatsuki no Yona? Thank you in advance!

Akatsuki no Yona ~SFW alphabet~

Manga/anime: Akatsuki no Yona

Warnings: nothing

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

If you two are in public, he's basically not affectionate at all: the most affection you get from him is an arm around your waist. If you're alone, instead, he becomes much more affectionate: hugs, cuddles, sweet words... His main way of showing affection is physical gestures, and his favorite physical gesture is hugging you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Probably, your friendship would have started through Yona, who had introduced you to him; that's why I think at first he's considered you a bit annoying like her. However, he soon changed his mind, and so you two became best friends. As your best friend, he would be very provocative (really, he would always make fun of you, especially if you did something that had embarrassed you), but also extremely protective and sweet if he knew something bad had happened to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He really likes to cuddle you, that's his way of making you feel close to him; you two don't have much time for cuddles anyhow: in fact, those only happen for a few minutes and not even every day. Typically, you two cuddle while lying down, and he's almost always the big spoon, as he wraps his arms around your waist and his legs are intertwined with yours.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he wants to settle down one day, but only after helping Yona to create a prosperous kingdom for you two (and maybe also for your children!) to live in. He's definitely capable of providing for you two: he knows how to cook, find supplies (hunting and fishing), he would even be able to build a small wooden house... However, I don't know how good he can be at cleaning (we also have to remember the period in which the manga/anime is set and Hak's social class)!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Quick and frank. If he were to break up with you, he wouldn't mince words, but he would be very clear in letting you know he no longer loves you; in addition, his tone would be very moderate and he would apologize to you for the pain he's causing you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think he plans to marry his partner if he's committed to a relationship, so he gives you all the time, love and affection he can. And, speaking of marriage, he would like to get married to you soon since he realized you're the one, but he first wants to help Yona to revive the kingdom; in fact, after having done that, he'll immediately propose to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite the many battles he fought, the many chaos and blood he saw, he's very gentle: his touches are delicate and soothing and he's never rough with you, both physically and psychologically. Furthermore, he always tries to moderate his words when he's with you for fear of hurting you emotionally, and he reassures you whenever you feel sad.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are his way of both showing affection and feeling like you're safe and sound in his arms, so he loves hugging you. His hugs feel like he's protecting you from all harm: they're tight, but also soft and sweet, and make you feel like you're wrapped in a blanket. He hugs you every time you or he feels the need, which happens very often, at least on his part: are you going to sleep? Hug. Are you feeling sad about something? Hug. You risked your life, but did you save yourself at the last minute? Funny of you not to assume he'll hold you for at least five minutes.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He takes forever to tell you he loves you! First he wants to make sure he truly loves you, since he doesn't want to delude you, and you love him back too: indeed, he won't say it until you do first... Furthermore, his confession will be short, but still very sweet, and in private (even if Yona and the Dragons may be behind trees and bushes spying).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

He doesn't get too much jealous, since he knows you're more than capable of fending off any unwanted suitors. Furthermore, he put a lot of trust into you. Despite that, though, he isn't above the occasional side eye, or the arm around your waist and the harsh tone if someone is getting a little too buddy buddy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In public, he almost never kisses you and, if he does it, his kiss is so light on your lips and quick sometimes you might not even notice it. In private, his kisses are slightly more feral, but on only one occasion they're truly passionate, that's if you're in a situation where you risked dying: the anxiety of having almost lost you is reflected in the kisses, which is like it's the end of the world.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's well liked by the children he grew up with and considered a big brother to many, so I can assume he's pretty good with them. However, in my opinion he prefers to be with slightly older children, like four or five years old and up, so he can do many more activities with them, such as simply teaching them to fight.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings spent with him are pretty rare: most of the time you two don't really get to sleep in or even spend mornings together, after all you're very busy saving the kingdom and not getting captured by the guards. If it happens you two have the morning free, he'll make the most of it: he'll stay in bed (or rather, in the subspecies of sleeping bag you create with your cloaks) for a while to hug you, and then you'll spend the whole morning together, walking through the woods and looking for twigs to light the fire or berries for breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him alone are also almost impossible as either you keep moving, or you camp, but you've guard shifts, or stop at an inn to rest but you all stay in a group. If the first possibility happens, you walk together, talking about various topics and holding your hands; if the second happens, you take your guard shift together and cuddle; if the third happens, you sleep close.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think his openness about his past with you depends on what he tells you: he told you quite early on about his childhood with his grandfather and friends from the Wind Tribe, but he'll take a really long time to tell you about his relationship with Yona and Soo-Won, because he wants to wait to understand if you're the one he wants to spend the rest of his days with. Once he understands that, he'll gladly tell you about his past in full.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's one of the most patient people: it really takes a lot to make him angry and, if that happens, you don't notice it, because the most he does is tighten his tone and speak a little more sarcastically than usual. The main ways to make him angry are to insult or hurt you or Yona.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's the king of remembering details you mention in passing: you may have told him just once and even in passing you like a certain thing, and years later he'll bring it up in a conversation ("Oh, by the way, do you know I saw bouquets of white camellias while I was walking in Awa? I got you one, since you told me you like them so much." "Did I tell you?" "Two and a half years ago, when your father gave you them for your birthday.").

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is when you two had laid under the stars and talked about the future and living your life in the future; hearing you so passionate and optimistic, hearing your desires to live the rest of your life, get married and start a family with him gave him hope things would be okay.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite knowing and trusting you can defend yourself, he's still super protective of you, one of the few people he cares about in the world, and he would give everything to see you safe and protected: it's like having a bodyguard as a boyfriend. Literally. As for keeping him protected, I think the best way to do that is to remind him not to overdo himself, since he has the bad habit of overstepping his boundaries to protect both Yona and you (and the other Dragons and Yoon too).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

On the outside, his dates are very simple (they generally consist of you two either walking together through the forests where you camp or taking turns on guard shift together), but he puts so much effort into so may aspects of those anything bigger would lose the personal touch they've; his gifts also appear very simple, but in reality they've great sentimental value, for instance a bouquet of the same flowers he gave you on the day of your meeting.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His main bad habits are two: the first is his tendency to overwork himself without saying anything to anyone, and that makes you worry a lot; the second is being very attached and protective towards Yona, almost as much as he's towards you (of course, you know he loves you, but sometimes you've doubts...). With time, though, he grows out of the situations and realizes it isn't selfish to want the best for himself, and he also understands he must make you more aware you're the one he loves.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I would like to write he doesn't care at all, but I think that's not true: he's concerned with his appearance, not that much, but enough to make himself decently presentable. He doesn't do it out of vanity, though, but just because he wants to be on your level (he always thinks you're truly beautiful, even in the morning with messy hair or with dark circles under your eyes after sleepless nights).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It depends: he feels he needs his space, so he wouldn't feel incomplete without you if you two are apart for a short time; nevertheless, if he has to spend a long time without you, he misses you so much and is likely to desperately seek your presence.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

I'm pretty sure he taught you some self-defense moves: as much as he doesn't want you to go to the front lines to fight, he wishes you to know how to defend yourself at least a little, also because he knows there might be moments when he can't protect you. If one day you knock someone out with one of the moves he taught you, he'll look at you with a proud and smug face.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

If there's one trait he doesn't want in his partner, it's malice: he would never forgive you if you treated others badly or did some evil action. Regarding other physical or character traits, he doesn't have great demands, although perhaps he wouldn't love a too weak partner, since he wants you to be at least a little able to protect yourself.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

As I wrote previously, you can't sleep for a long time but, for what little you can, he prefers doing it with you. Generally, he sleeps on his side while one arm wraps around your waist to keep you close to him and the other acts as a pillow; instead, your legs are intertwined.

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thoughtfulstudentsalad · 3 months ago

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Thanks for translating.

I wonder how we'll stop Yona's anxieties when Hak's hugs or kisses aren't enough.

I also wonder what Yona means by "I want to walk with you by my side again one day" again? one day? what way? Platonic? Romantic?

It was nice to see Yona hugging Hak and Hak feeling fine to kiss her (she looked more comfortable or am i hallucinating?) though. But yeah, not enough crying from Yona for sure. I also wonder how she'll react when he gets to war again. Or maybe he doesn't need to with Soowon being better?

Hi Anon!

If you refer to chapter 225, yes, I think Yona was implying in life together, so basically marriage. It's not very clear, very vague yes, but clearly she sees Hak as her life partner.

I think where we are now, Hak will probably have to fight more battles to find her again, but he has more people on his side now, even if the dragons and Yona are all gone. I don't know if Su-Won is getting cured, though. We'll have to see what happens.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #hak #yona #son hak #hakyona

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pipinboots · 9 months ago

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WHAT THE CRUDNUGGETS IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!! I have been crying about this all morning 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀 noooooooo my sunshine l know your traumatized as hell but WHYYYYYYY 😭💀 my emotional crushes, and how when YONA and hak hugged him he was like huuuu???! But then he went straight to thinking that there going to hurt zeno THEY LOVE YOU YOU YOU BIG IDIOT!!😭😭

😭😭😭cry's intensity 💀😭😭😭

AND THEN THERES THISSSSSS ,😭😭 WHY DO YOU LOOK SOOOOI SHOCKED HESSS IMORTAL HESSS LIVED 2000 YEars AND WATCHED ALL HIS LOVED ONES DIE INFRONT OF HIM OR FELT THEM DIE WHILE HES BEING Dismembered KNOW ING HEL NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM AGAIN!!! HE IS NOT OK !!! AND NOW HE TELLS US HES BEEN WATCHING HIS BROTHERS CHILDREN AS HE PUTS IT SUFFER FOR Eternity NOT BEING ABLE TO HELP THEM!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀❤️❤️

YOUUU LIED TCH TCH TCH NAUGHTY SWEETHEART NOOOOOO 😭😭 ❤️

ZENO IS GOOD AT FORGETTING PEOPLE HE'LL NEVER SEE AGAIN" YOU LITTLE BITCH STOP IT YOUR KILLING ME AND HOW HE TALKS IN THE THIRD PERSON WHILE SAYING THIS LIKE HOW HE Usually TALKs here

GO BESTIE FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS 😭

GET THOSE FOOLS IN HEaVEN TO FEAR YOU AND EXTEND SHINHA KIJA AND JAHAS LIVES,

HE LOOKS SOOO SAD HE NEEDS NO MUCH THERAPY 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️MY LIKE YELLOW DRAGON AHHHHHH

#yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #zeno #Ahhhhhhhhhhh #WHY #mention of suicide #sCRRRREEEeCh #YONA #Hak #shinha #jaeha #kija #yun

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pandoraolivine · 5 months ago

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Akatsuki no Yona Oneshot

Flower Moon

An expansion on the sword training scene/Chapter 47 (Yona/Shin-ah)

My first time posting a fanfic here so pls be merciful to anything that is abnormal or out of place I truly have no idea what I'm doing lol. This idea has lived rent free in my mind for weeks now so I thought I'd write it out. Shin-ah is such an interesting character I was dying to flesh him out more, plus current manga circumstances have me missing my boy. Yes I know Hak and Yona are canon but this pairing will always hold a special place in my heart. I don't own any of these characters. (thank you again @roseodelle for proofreading for me🖤)

TW: blood

WC: 4,371

Shin-ah didn't quite understand the idea of love. How was he meant to when neither he nor his guardian, Ao, had? His sole point of reference for the outside world was limited to the scene outside the window of his childhood home, where he would often linger for hours. One day, he witnessed longingly as two individuals had their arms firmly intertwined. He, with the naive nature of any child his age, mentioned the encounter to Ao.

"Ao, what are they doing? Are they hurt? Should we go help them?" The young Shin-ah asked. Ao grumbled, tearing his gaze away from the sword he sharpens towards the window. Though Shin-ah's vision was hindered by the mask placed on him since birth, he saw the moment Ao's face dropped. Ao quickly averted his eyes back to his sword.

"They're just hugging." Ao answered bluntly, the sanding of his sword more aggressive than beforehand. Shin-ah was more confused than he was prior to the question. His eyes found their way back to the couple as they tear away from the embrace, observing one place a hand on the other’s cheek.

"What's hugging?" Shin-ah questioned further. Ao, now scrubbing viciously, was silent-something Shin-ah knew meant he had touched a soft spot. He began to consider retracting his concern when Ao spoke:

"It's a thing people sometimes do to show love."

"What's love?" Shin-ah pried further. Ao's answers seemed only to lead to more questions for him. Ao stiffened, his sword slipping off his lap momentarily before he caught it. Though long baby blue hair covered Ao's face, Shin-ah's dragon eyes saw his gritted teeth.

"Something you don't need to worry about.”

"Do you love me?" Shin-ah wanted some sort of reference for the phrase. He knew he cared deeply for Ao, him being the closest to a parent he had ever had. He wondered if that was love. Ao sighed, his sharpening at a normal pace again.

"I guess you could call it that." He stated begrudgingly, his voice half a mutter and half a grunt. Ao finished with his sword and stood up, giving it a few test swings.

"What about the villagers? They hate us, yet you always go out of your way to protect them. Why?"

Ao froze mid overhead slash, his golden eyes wide. He reeled his sword back towards himself, then locked eyes with Shin-ah. His face was tight, temples throbbing intensely.

"I can't hate them-so I'll protect them. That's how I'll show them." Ao announced as he sheathed his sword. His large hand scratched the back of his neck, releasing a deep sigh. "You sure are chatty today, kid. No more questions."

Show them what? Shin-ah wanted to ask, but knew pushing his luck any more would further upset Ao, and he hated when Ao got mad. Ao waltzed to the door, readying himself for their regular bandit hunts. Shin-ah's mouth opened, fear of being left behind overtaking, when Ao lowered a hand towards the ground and outspread it towards him. Shin-ah grinned from ear to ear, rushing into a sprint towards Ao's side, placing his small hand in his guardian's.

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Shin-ah physically shook his head in an attempt to purge the memory from his thoughts. Ao was always a bittersweet part of his mind, and it frustrated him how little he could remember of his face-a reminder of how long he had been on his own since Ao had left him.

But he wasn't alone anymore, he reminded himself. A girl who, with an aura more radiant than the sun itself, had rescued him from his eternal darkness. He even had brothers now, too. It had taken more getting used to than he had expected, and even now he found himself wandering far from the group out of sheer habit. He wasn't used to the constant company; Kija and Zeno especially tended to exhibit a particular need for closeness he simply wasn't accustomed to.

“Hak, you idiot.” He would recognize that voice in total darkness-even if he were completely deaf, the warmth of her presence reached him long before she herself did. Yona appeared from behind a tree then kicked the rock closest to her feet, crossing her arms in an extravagant huff. She blew a tuft of crimson hair from her eyes, and in doing so, spotted Shin-ah. Her lips curved into a devious smirk.

Shin-ah gulped, his eyes darting around the surrounding area. His beloved squirrel, Ao (though not fitting for a female squirrel, was named after the only name he ever knew) was chewing on his furry headpiece. Yona approached him with a plan clearly on the forefront of her mind.

“Yes, I want you to teach me swordsmanship. You are a swordsman, right?” Yona asked, her hands kneading into her skirt as she gripped it tightly. Swordsman? He thought, but he supposed it was the proper term for him. Ao had never really given him a special title for it. “Shin-ah, who did you learn swordsmanship from?”

There was a sharp jolt in his stomach, as if he had just leapt from a high ledge. “Ao,” he whispered. Though the name often fell on his lips for his beloved squirrel, it had been many, many years since it was spoken in reference to his guardian.

“...eh?” Yona gasped, eyes wide and bewildered. Realizing the confusion he had caused, he shook his head.

“Someone…by my side, a long time ago.” He confirmed to hopefully resolve any confusion, his eyes trailing off in thoughts of his guardian for a moment. He clenched his fist. “And then fighting in actual battles. Bandits and wild beasts, mostly.”

“That's amazing! I figured as much. I bet those villagers are regretting not appreciating you now that you're not there to fight their battles.” Yona exclaimed, though her brows seemed to lower slightly at the mention of his former village’s residents. He shrunk his head into his shoulders. He knew that the villagers were unaware to anything he had done for them-Ao had made that very apparent to him early on in his life-but it was the only guide he had been given on how to live through this unfortunate existence. His sole purpose was to survive, protect the village, and assist the rising of the blue dragon once the curse laid its hands on its next victim. Clapping her fists together in front of her in a prayer-like motion, Yona leaned towards him. “Teach me the swordsmanship you cultivated through actual combat, Shin-ah.”

Shin-ah twitched, finding himself at cross roads. He thought of Yona’s protector, Hak, and if he would be upset at him for possibly putting her in harm’s way. The Thunder Beast was adamantly against the idea of Yona wielding a sword, and Shin-ah knew he was not one to be trifled with. However, her glowing green eyes gleamed with uncontainable glee, and though he wore a mask, he could tell she was doing her very best to look into his eyes. How could he refuse her when the name she had given him sounded like sweet songbirds coming from her lips? With a sigh, he took his sword from its sheath and meticulously examined it for any potential scratches, as well as ensureed that the handle's binding was secure enough to stay in place as she held it. He hesitated one more moment before uneasily placing the sword in her delicate hands.

As soon as he let go, the weight of the sword quickly made itself known to her as it plummeted towards the ground. Despite trembling arms, Yona lifted the tip of the sword towards the sky, her eyes meeting his, with the fire he admired so much. He evaluated her stance. He then tilted his head to the side, pondering how to explain once he determined how terrible it was.

“Widen your legs…shoulder width apart. Better stance makes you sturdier.” He meekly suggested, not accustomed to being a teacher. He found it difficult, as much of his own studies had been from observing Ao and practicing on his own. He wasn't quite sure how to translate that knowledge. She did as he asked, then slashed the sword horizontally. The weight unbalanced her for a moment, but then she sliced the air going in the opposite way. She followed it with multiple more swings in an uncoordinated fashion.

Ah, there it is, he thinks, the problem evident. Unsure of how to best word his thoughts, he stepped behind her and wrapped his hands around her wrists. “Your wrists are too tight…loosen them. More fluid movement.” He directed, then showed her a proper crossway slice. He followed it with an upward swing, leading into a sharp thrust. “Move with purpose. Each move should lead into the next.”

“So, it's kinda like dancing!” Yona blurted out, practicing the move set he had just shown her. Shin-ah didn't have much dancing practice-or really, any, for that matter-but if the connection helped her, then that was all that mattered to him. His eyes were drawn to her hands, realizing just how much more battered up they were up close: etched with scars, splinters, and small cuts. His chest tightened. He wished that they would stay soft forever and that she would never experience hardship, but he knew that was not the kind of girl Yona was.

Why was he so fixated on her hands? He asked himself, finding his own face growing hot beneath his mask. He released her wrists and stepped back, tossing the recent thoughts from his mind. He steadied his headpiece and monitored Yona as she tightened her grip on the sword. Her eyes were blazingly focused. After correcting her stance as Shin-ah had shown her, she swung the sword in the fashion previously demonstrated for her.

Shin-ah found himself in a trance, incapable of tearing his gaze away. Her hair tossed across her face as she sliced, with stray pieces clinging to the sweat that lined the edge of her hair, her breaths deep but determined. She released small grunts as she fought to keep a steady grip on the blade that she refused to deem too heavy for herself. She went for the upward slash, her brow furrowed deeply as she thrust herself forward with her blade pointed at Shin-ah. He found his breath had escaped him and his rib cage seemed to squeeze at his chest. Had she paralyzed his heart?

Yona softened as she reeled the sword back. Her face pinched, releasing a faint yelp as she let a hand off the blade. He froze, a pit carving into his stomach as he saw the deep scarlet puddle on her pale hands. She stared indifferently at her now-bloody palm.

“I see, this sword doesn't have a guard.” She quickly disregarded her frown, then moved her hand back to the hilt. “Shin-ah, can you walk me through-”

He promptly robbed her of the blade, clutching the handle fiercely to his body. He'd hurt her. He was the one who caused this. He did precisely what he had always feared he would. He pivoted to bolt-his answer to any problematic situation-when a small hand grabbed his elbow.

“Shin-ah, wait. I'm ok, I promise. It's just a scratch.” Yona tried to reassure him, but Shin-ah still attempted to pull away. As hard as he fought to omit the sight from his all-seeing eyes, he could not rid himself of the crimson that stained her hands. He could not leave her like this. He grit his teeth, tossed his sword aside to the grass, then turned to Yona. He knew Yoon had gone to town to buy supplies so he would have to take care of her himself. He gathered her up, one arm beneath her legs, the other around her shoulders, then scouted for a nearby river. Yona cried out, the whites of her eyes taking over and her cheeks glowing, "Shin-ah, what are yo-”

He unintentionally cut her question short as soon as he leapt towards the body of water he had just discovered. Her small fists clamped tightly onto his overshirt, and he found it difficult to concentrate anywhere other than her face as she peered at the passing scenery of the surrounding woodland. They arrived at the fiercely-flowing river, where he cautiously set her down and guided her hand into the water. With one hand, he carefully cupped water over the cut, wincing as he reviewed the incision without blood once the water ran clear. “I’m sorry…Yona.”

“This isn't your fault. I was the one who was careless. I'm sure next time I'll-” Yona began, but was hastily disrupted by Shin-ah passionately jerking his head back and forth. He refused to allow her to get hurt on his account ever again. The bleeding stopped, yet his index finger continued to trace the lines of her palm. He snaps himself out of it then reaches for the bandages he kept in his pack for his arm wraps out. He timidly grabbed hold of her fingers and began to tenderly wrap the bandages around her palm.

He urges himself to stay centered on the task at hand and not let his thoughts drift back to her features, which he deeply desired to study. His work was abruptly disturbed by sudden heat on his jaw, which he faintly gasped to. He raised his head to see Yona's hand on his chin, accompanied by a smile so dazzling it threatened to overthrow the sun and melt his heart. Her gentle fingertips began to wedge beneath his mask so he swiftly seized her wrist to stop her. His hands grew sweaty and his fingertips twitched. Yona's expression sank.

“It's ok, I just want to be able to look into your eyes when I talk to you. Won't you let me? It's hard to read your face with it covered.” She pleaded, stroking his cheek with her thumb. He pressed his lips together and turned his head away. He detested to risk harming her with this curse he had been forsaken by. “I could never be afraid of you, Shin-ah.”

She gracefully proceeds to inch her fingers further to remove the mask from his face, and he finds himself unable to refuse her. He reluctantly let go of her wrist, illumination blinding him as he emerged from his realm of darkness. He instinctively squeezed his eyes shut, largely out of a deep-seated fear of his paralysis powers and the other being sensitive to the sunshine overhead. Yona's hand slid to his cheekbone and brushed the area around his birthmark. His eyelids fluttered open, taking in every detail around him like a newborn observing the world for the first time; from the leaves swaying in the wind, the waterfall miles away, to the fish swimming against the current. But Yona, the most brilliant light of them all, was the one he always found his way back to.

Her face was so much more breathtaking without hindered vision. He absorbed every minute detail: her freckles, the frizz of her wild hair, the cracks in her lips, her sun-kissed skin along her cheeks, the array of green hues in her captivating eyes.

“You have such beautiful eyes. I wish you weren't so afraid to show them to the world.” Yona said. He is met with the familiar urge to hide himself, although this time, not out of fear, but due to a stranger feeling he couldn't quite verbalize. “I don't see how anyone could see you as cursed.”

“I…” He trailed, unable to find the correct words. After muttering a grunt, he redirected his focus back to tending to her wound. As Yona withdrew her hand, the heat dissipated from his cheek, leaving him colder than he was prior with a shiver crawling up his spine. He finishes wrapping it up, taking special care to ensure it wasn't tight enough as to cause discomfort. It would have to do for now until Yoon could work his magic. Shin-ah knew the basics enough to tend to his own injuries from countless years of skirmishes, but he was hardly a professional. The last thing he wanted was to initiate further damage by addressing her wound incorrectly. His hands linger on her hand a moment longer, finding it difficult to remove.

“See? All better! Thank you, Shin-ah.” Yona sings, admiring his work. She then brings her hands to her lap, gripping the fabric of her dress. “I'm sorry for being so careless, and for upsetting you.”

“Yona, you could never upset me.” Shin-ah rapidly responds, quite offended at the very idea, shaking his head furiously. Yona giggles, a sound that could cure him even on his deathbed. “I want to protect you. I…never want to see you hurt.”

“I'm grateful for you, and the others, for that matter. It means the world to me to have so many who care for me.” She states, but there is an underlying tone to her voice as her eyes seem to drift towards the river longingly. “But I want to protect you all too. I never want to be powerless again.”

Shin-ah sharply inhales at how quickly her mood darkened. He frantically looked around for Ao, who was much more efficient at comforting others than himself, but she was nowhere to be found, so she must have returned to camp on her own. He grits his teeth together, his brain mulling over every possibility, but he drew a blank on what to do. He had never been good at this sort of thing-how could he be when none had ever been expressed to him? His guardian, Ao, was certainly not the affectionate type, and the villagers loathed him so much they would have ignored him to bleed to death and then complain about having to clean up the mess left on the dirt. He dreaded to see Yona so sorrowful; he desired nothing more than to be able to physically combat the darkness that engulfed her and beat it into submission so she would never succumb to despair again. His eyes gleam as an idea rolls into his mind, promting him to grab her unbandaged hand with his own, squeezing it tightly. Yona’s head whips towards him, her mouth hanging open at the sudden touch. She quickly throws on a smile, her thumb rubbing against the outer part of his hand.

“That’s why I need you to teach me the sword! I need to be strong enough to protect you the way you protect me.” Yona exclaimed, her eyes ignited with determination. Shin-ah immediately shakes his head, his dragon eyes able to see the fresh wound even beyond the bandages. He would never allow something like that to happen again. Yona's face scrunches to the side, lips puckered into a pout. Her features soften as she locks eyes with him once more. “Could I at least watch you practice?”

Shin-ah grew still as a statue. His golden eyes widened as he remembered how he spent his entire span of consciousness imitating every move Ao had demonstrated for him, even after his death. He was cast away into memories of his own solitude, his sole solace for the majority of his life being that Ao remained eternally with him due to the techniques bestowed upon him prior to his passing. Before he had time to resist, tears welled up in his eyes against his will. Yona immediately jumped to place a hand on his cheek.

“I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you, we don't have-” She apologized, but was rendered short mid-sentence by Shin-ah, who coated her entire hand with his own and swayed his head faintly. His fingers followed the lines of her bandages.

“No…that's perfect.” He reassures, taking a deep inhale in a futile attempt to withdraw his tears. Yona grinned softly, her thumb collecting the overflow from trickling down his face.

“You’re such a kind soul, Shin-ah. I hope you stay by my side forever.” Yona states. He discovered he was completely unable to move-perhaps she had paralyzed him, just as she had done prior. He curled a fingertip just to prove he still could. What had she done to him, then?

“I'll follow you anywhere, as long as you let me.” Shin-ah vowed breathily, wandering in the lush emerald forest that made a home in her eyes.

Yona grew a toothy smile, her cheeks pink like the petals of a rose against snow. Her eyes lit up suddenly and she scrambled through her pouch. “Oh! I nearly forgot! I have a surprise for you.”

Shin-ah’s head cocked to the side, watching her closely as his hands rested in his lap. She let out a triumphant cry as she extracted a foreign object from her pouch. He heard a familiar faint ring, one that caused his eyes to expand and intercepted his breath.

“I noticed you lost the bells from your mask after we escaped the cave, and I was worried they were something precious to you that you lost because of me. So when I was in town with Yoon the other day and saw this, I knew I had to get it for you.” Yona explained, her hands cupped together as she presented a large golden bell threaded through a blue ribbon. He was too overcome with shock to move, so he silently stared at the bell, mouth hanging open and uncertain how to proceed. Ao's words reverberated in his mind: 'I'll know where you are, even if I can't see you.' Yona took note of his awe and sensitively laid the bell into the exposed palms of his lap. Shin-ah hesitantly drew it closer to his eyes, examining the intricate designs along the surface, slightly flinching at the ring that emitted. “I know it's probably not anything like the ones you had before, but I hope you like it.”

Like it? He scoffed internally, his heart practically bruising his ribs with its attempt to escape from his chest. He struggled to comprehend her thoughtfulness in wanting to replace the bells he had worn for so long. He didn't even imagine that she had noticed his bells were missing. When his original bells had fallen, he felt no need to retrieve them due to having friends who finally saw him. However, hearing the sweet ring once more stirred a tender and tormenting nostalgia he hadn't felt since being liberated from the caves he was bound to. He reluctantly rattled the bell again, the music plucking the strings of his heart into a melody that nearly brought him to tears once more. Don't you dare cry again, he ordered himself. Taking a deep breath, he clutches the bell tightly to his collar bones. “Thank you, Yona.”

He cursed himself for being incapable of verbalizing the depth of his gratitude for this gift. She sprung slightly forward and clapped her hands together, her signature enchanting smile adorning her face. Rising to her feet, she dusted the dirt off her skirt, surveying her surroundings. She then extended her bandaged hand to Shin-ah.

“Now, back to sword practice?” She asked. Despite the injury she sustained, she still approached him with the same amount of enthusiasm that she had begun with. He pulled himself out of his daze caused by the gift, snatching his headpiece to place his mask back on, as it was a force of habit that could not be broken easily. Yona frowned slightly, but knew it could not be helped-it would take time for him to be able to live without it. He reached for her hand, wincing for a moment at the reminder of her wound. He then decided to grab a hold of her wrist as she helped pull him up. She leads the way, but his feet are held down by stones he cannot see. Noticing his arm resistant, she turns around with her eyebrows narrowed. “Are you alright?”

His teeth grinded together, his legs trembling as he grasped the bell tightly. “I just...I...” he croaked, the words clogging his throat. It mustered all his strength to not let it morph into an inaudible blubber. 'I'm sorry...I'm going to leave you all alone.' Ao's final words assaulted his thoughts. Yona tilted her head as she stepped closer to him. He turned away in an attempt to further hide his face. “Please...don't leave me.”

Yona's eyes broadened as she peered lower at their interlaced hands. He whirled to face her, poised to take back what he'd said, fearing he'd said something harmful, when she freed his hand. Before he could react, a sudden flash of red surged toward him with two frail arms enveloping his torso. This was unlike anything he had ever felt before. She buried her head deeper into his chest, stunning him to the point that his arms were rendered useless, dangling midair. He recalled the couple he'd witnessed so long ago, and how he'd dreamed of the day when somebody would finally be willing to stare into his eyes head on without fear. He wondered what Ao would think of the friends he had made. Tears surged out of his eyes yet again and he inclined his head towards the heavens in an attempt to prevent them from flowing down his now raw cheeks. He, with reservations, slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and softly squeezed them. He hoped he was doing it correctly. Yona eventually draws back, her eyes reddish and glistening like stars from the sun's beaming light peeking through the overhanging foliage. She embraces his neck delicately with both hands and sniffles. “I'm not going anywhere. Thank you for being by my side, Shin-ah.”

They leave for camp together, Shin-ah never once losing grip of her wrist while his other hand cradled the bell firmly to his chest. He nearly stumbled on several occasions as a result of being so enthralled by her presence. He loved her, he decided. He didn't know much about what the word meant, but he knew he cared for her more than anything in the world; she who rescued him from his relentless world of shadows and gave him a moonlight name that he would treasure for eternity. He wasn't sure how exactly to express this love to her, but he knew he would do whatever it took to protect her and prevent her from wearing that melancholic expression on her face ever again. That's how he would show her.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #princess yona #anime and manga #shin ah #oneshot #yona x shin ah #hurt/comfort #fanfic #seiryuu #blue dragon #my writing #anime #fanfiction #manga #four dragons #writing

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angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main · 2 years ago

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200 Follower Drabble Prompt Challenge Event ✍🏻

Y’all, I finally made it to 200 followers!!! 🥳

In honor of this achievement, I will be hosting a Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

(I know the 100 follower event didn’t go anywhere, and I’m really sorry about that, but I think this one will be much better)

The Drabble Prompt Challenge is exactly what it sounds like. My followers will have a chance to submit a prompt and character(s), and then I have to write a drabble story for it. A drabble is:

Hence, the challenge!!! I have to write the story in exactly 100 words, no more and no less. This challenge will run from 12/18-12/31. You only have this window to submit your asks for the Drabble Prompt Challenge. Any asks submitted after 12/31, 11:59 PM EST (UTC-5) will be politely declined.

Rules:

This is a followers event only! If you feel more comfortable submitting on anon, please use the honor system 🙏🏻

I only write for the Yona of Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona fandom. Please choose characters from this fandom only. You can also choose any of my active OCs!

Each follower can submit a max of 2 prompts for the event. Again, please use the honor system if submitting on anon 🙏🏻

You can only submit 1 prompt at a time. I will not accept multiple prompts in the same ask, there's not enough room in 100 words.

You can only choose a max of 2 characters per prompt. Again, 100 words is not a lot to work with, so that’s why I have to put a limit.

If you choose more than 1 character, please note whether you want the drabble to be platonic or romantic.

If I receive multiple submissions of the same prompt and same character(s), I may choose to decline your submission and ask that you choose a new prompt or a new character. I will write the drabbles on a first come, first serve basis.

I do not write smut.

I do not write poly.

I only write hetero.

I reserve the right to decline any submission due to broken rules, unfollowed directions, or rudeness.

Directions:

Pick a character(s)

Pick a prompt

Choose platonic or romantic (if applicable)

Send ask

Prompt List:

Watching the sunset

Enjoying a walk

Dancing around the kitchen

Having a friendly arm-wrestling match

Getting a bath ready

Cooking together

Kissing in the rain

Stargazing

Having a snowball fight

Loudly singing

Laughing at the stupidest jokes

Holding hands

Kissing each other good night

Keeping each other warm

Moments of contemplation

Building a snowman

Choosing a Christmas tree

Getting a sugar rush

Collecting firewood

Sharing a blanket in front of the fireplace

Asking them if they need help

Asking for advice

Consoling hugs

Making up after an argument

Helping them wash off the blood from their body

Hugging them tightly, telling them how worried you were

Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably

Bandaging them up while you both tell each other about your day

Shielding the other one with their body

Complimenting each other unexpectedly

Example Submission:

“Hi! I would like to submit a prompt for the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge. I challenge you to write a platonic Yun and Yona drabble for prompt #2: Enjoying a walk. Thank you!”

Thank you to all of my followers for being so amazing 💚💚💚 Please have fun with the challenge!!! I'm so excited to see what y'all submit 😁

I will be updating this post with the submissions I receive below.

Drabble Prompt Challenge - Master List:

Yun x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 27

Shin-Ah x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 20

Jae-Ha & Shin-Ah - Prompt # 22

Hak & Jae-Ha - Prompt # 4

Zeno x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 25

Zeno x Fem!Reader - Prompt # 29

Hak & Su-Won - Prompt # 29

Kaya & Kimi (TFOM OC) - Prompt # 2

Zeno x Kaya - Prompt # 6

#200 followers #200 followers event #200 followers drabble prompt challenge #drabble prompt challenge #drabble #prompt #challenge #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #akayona #writers #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfics

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oneuldoh · 2 years ago

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Drama Review: Dali & Gamjatang (2021)

I watched this drama mainly for Kim Min-Jae but ended up loving the entire series.

This has been on my watch-list since its release but it wasn’t available on Netflix before and I hate watching on VIU because it drains my iPad’s battery (our TV also doesn’t have a VIU feature/app on it). Anyway, you can now watch it on Netflix and enjoy this fun drama-comedy!

I loved how Dali & Gamjatang was able to balance romance, comedy, and drama. I loved Park Gyu-young’s acting here (her English is also good!) as much as she did in It’s Okay Not To Be Okay and Sweet Home. For someone who’s broke, homeless, and struggling to pay her staff’s salary, Kim Dali’s couldn’t let go her sense of fashion. All of her clothes were pretty. Jin Moo-hak’s style too—despite being thrifty on clothes (and everything else).

I would also like to note that the OST is beautiful. The songs were perfect and adds a melo effect on heartwarming scenes.

Personal favorites:

The Sweetest Love - Ham Yonji

That’s Ordinary Love - Seoho

U Hoo Hoo - KLANG

Moon Crater - KimYeji

One Day It Will Be - Ian Hug, Seoho

The instrumentals are also cute! Try listening to it too ☺️

Overall, it’s a good drama you can enjoy. If you need a good laugh and a bit of romance, I recommend this show.

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

#Kdrama Review #Dali and Cocky Prince #Kim Minjae #Park Gyuyoung #달리와 감자탕 #Spotify

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jjkw-7 · 1 year ago

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Among the Stars

Jungkook!idol x female!fan

Word Count: 9356

Part 3

The sense of liberation did not last long.

The events after the revelation are all blurred out in my mind. I slightly remember Jimin running to me and hugging me, apologizing over and over again. I remember Tae holding my hand and kissing my forehead, I remember the voice asking me to go to the studio, but I didn't do so straight away as all the strength had left me then.

Hana finally managed to drag me to the studio, shoved me in, and closed the door. I broke down right there and then. There was no one but me and the production team, maybe the spectators would get to see this later too, but right then I didn't care. I cried my heart out until there were no tears left in me.

"Y/N," I hear Mr. Hak through the speakers, and finally notice the screen is on and he is standing on the other side. "as you know I can't say much to help you, however, I can say that ARMY knew long before it was announced so if you were worried about them, don't. As for Jungkook, he is not as shocked as he appears to be and it was a decision none of BTS took lightly. Do not blame them, they don't deserve it."

"I don't blame them," my voice comes out empty and dry "I blame myself."

"Don't blame yourself either, it is okay. You will be okay." He tried to reassure me.

"I know," I said confidently "none of this will matter once I am out of here anyways."

"Are you thinking of quitting?" He asks, his voice coming out slightly high-pitched as if he is worried.

"If you think I'd ever quit, you don't know me at all" I state.

"Good." He smiles as he continues. "Obviously, we will have to stop the plans we had for you and V."

"Why?" I asked confused. "One thing has nothing to do with the other. Having a bias doesn't mean I can't fall for any other man on earth you know?"

"Well, that seems to be your opinion alone." He fidgets with his pen in his hands as he speaks.

"I would like to continue the mission." Now more than ever actually. "You would?" He is clearly surprised by what I just said.

"Yes." There is nothing else to add. I need this distraction, and Tae has been great for me.

"I will discuss this matter with the rest of the production team, if we don't get back to you then the mission continues as normal." He says as he starts to wave. "Good luck Y/N, we are all thinking of you."

And with that, the TV turns black and silence overcomes the studio. It is something I welcome, I need this, just time for me and my own thoughts.

After a while I decided to get up and leave the room, I shriek as I open the door and a bunch of people fall into me. They were trying to overhear.

"Are you quitting?" Hanna asks first and everyone just stares, eagerly awaiting my response.

"What? You also think I'm a quitter?" I laugh out loud. "No, I'm staying."

They all rush into me and group hug me, I open my arms wide and embrace them all. We stay like that for a few minutes until I hear someone clearing their throat. I look to the side and see JK standing there. I give him a wide smile and Hanna, Nabi, Jimin and V pull away.

"Can I talk to you?" JK asks, looking everywhere else but at me.

"I don't think that's a good idea." V puts himself in front of me, while his arms hold me from his back. I gently unlock his hands off me and he looks back at me.

"It's okay Tae," I give him a reassuring smile and squeeze his hand before letting go and following Jungkook.

He led me outside and through the garden until we reached that same bench we had been sitting on a while back. He gestures for me to sit next to him, patting the place next to me.

None of us spoke for a while. My heart pounded within my chest, harder than ever next to him. It is hard to believe they all know the truth, he knows the truth.

"I'm sorry." We both say at the same time and laugh. What a way to break the ice. I gesture to him to go ahead and speak first.

"I didn't mean to make you feel awkward, or to make you reveal that secret you held for so many years before." He gives me a small smile before deviating his eyes back to his feet.

"Don't worry about it, I knew the chances of someone figuring it out were very high when I decided to participate in this." I looked at him but his eyes did not deviate from his feet. "I am also sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable when I looked at you before pulling your name out. I just really wanted to see your reaction."

"No that's okay, I'm sorry you didn't really get to see a proper reaction." He laughs and I follow the laugh, getting up.

"We should stop apologizing now," I state and offer my hand for him to get up too. Tingling built on my palms as his hand took mine. "We should get back, you have millions of people who are your bias out there so I'm sure you are used to it, and as for me, it's time that I man up."

After that, we headed to the house and found everyone drinking and laughing around the sofas. I headed towards the crowd while JK went inside the house. No one acted differently toward me and I was grateful for it. I grabbed my own beer from the cooler and sat on Tae's lap. No one commented and Tae grabbed me from behind, hugging me close and he continued to actively participate in the conversation being help.

It all felt so natural, and slowly, as the alcohol started to take over my inhibitions and silly thoughts, I started to feel more and more comfortable with myself, not once that evening I thought of JK, and that felt weird.

***

It was finally Sunday and I rub my eyes, stretching as I woke up. When I open my eyes a small scream left my lips as I see Hanna, Jimin, and Nabi sitting in the other bed looking very amused.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jimin asks while Hanna tksed and Nabi gives a devious smile.

I realize that someone is grabbing me from behind, locking me in place, and softly snoring. I look to find Tae and smile. "I can explain." I start.

"I would love to see how you are getting out of this one." Nabi laughs as she speaks.

"Well," I say and smile "we are dating."

"What?" They all say at the same time, loud enough to make Tae shift in the bed.

"Sush guys, Tae is sleeping," I state the obvious while I manage to break free of his embrace and get out of bed. "We should take this somewhere else, let him sleep."

They all get up and ask me to join them outside as soon as I am done getting ready. I do as they say and within 10 minutes I meet them in the sofas, Tae was still fast asleep in my bed when I left.

"Explain," Hanna says, sounding quite excited about this turn of events. Nabi also has a small smile on her face, while Jimin's expression gives nothing away.

"There is nothing to explain," I say, fidgeting a little with my hands. "We just got close and enjoy each other's company, he asked me out and I said yes."

"When did this happen?" Nabi asks.

"Just last night," I say.

"I don't buy it." Jimin finally speaks looking straight at me.

"Well Jimin, you don't have to but it, you are free to believe what you want." I bite back a little too sharply.

"Why are you questioning her?" Nabi asks, her voice sounding a little disappointed and I actually feel bad. "She has no reason to lie to us."

"Yeah," Hanna agrees "I don't understand why you are being such a baby Jimin."

He suddenly gets up and looks straight into my eyes. "Caught you." That is all he says before storming away. So he was the one that wrote that post-it? But so what? He already knows Jungkook is my bias. I'm very confused at his reaction. Also, why didn't he out me then? He knew, he had known since the very beginning. Why did he not say anything?

"Ignore him," Hanna speaks first. "Knowing him he is probably just worried about Tae."

"Agreed," Nabi says nodding. "As well as ARMY reaction."

We stay talking and laughed for a while before deciding it was getting too warm to stay in the sun. Hanna went back in to get us some breakfast while Nabi and I went around opening the parasols to try to keep the sofa area cool.

Soon enough Hanna comes back with breakfast and Tae tailing behind her. I smile at Tae and he smiles back at me, giving me a small peck on the lips before sitting next to me.

"Hey, keep your lovey-dovey actions for when you are in private," Hanna says making me and Tae laugh.

"There is no privacy in this house," Tae says and I nod. He is right.

"There are always the toilets or the studio." Hanna bites back making us all laugh again.

It is a good thing that I and Tae had talked about telling everyone today last evening. He said that I should tell my friends as soon as I woke up, and he would tell the boys when he did. It was unfortunate that Jimin heard it from me, but he would find out either way. I wonder how the others reacted as we quietly ate our breakfast.

Straight after we finish eating, we tidy up and take everything to the kitchen. While Tae does the dishes I dry them, Nabi puts them away and Hanna cleans the stove and table. Working as a team we were done in no time. After a while, I noticed that I saw everyone walking around and doing their own things, except the boys.

I haven't seen Jimin all day after this morning, neither saw any of the boys at all and it's nearing sunset.

"Where are the guys?" Hanna finally asks voicing my inner thoughts.

"Well, RM and Jin are preparing a speech to officially announce to ARMY me and Y/N are together," Tae says and my head snaps in his direction. WTF? Isn't this a bit much? I mean I know they don't know it's fake but still... "Jimin and Jungkook hit the gym since this morning and I don't think they stopped yet, once they start is hard to make them stop. The rest are probably in their rooms sleeping."

I still think it's odd. It's the first time I don't see any of them the whole day. As that if hearing my thoughts RM and Jin come into view.

"Congratulations," RM says pulling me into a hug, that I awkwardly return.

"Thanks, I guess," I say pulling away and looking at Jin who gives me a tight smile, that I can't help but notice, doesn't reach his eyes.

"We have finished the speech Tae, have a once over with Y/N and make notes if there is anything we should add." Jin addresses V. "Meet us in the studio in 10" and with that, they leave.

I quietly read the speech with V, they each have lines to read as well. Mostly they aren't even talking about me and Tae's "relationship" but about self-love, self-respect, and mutual goals. In my eyes everything is perfect. They even mention how this is proof having a bias doesn't mean being in love and my heart actually clenched while reading that part. I don't know why, because that is the truth. Although bias does put standards on me that will surely make me forever single.

Tae made some alterations to his part of the speech that made me laugh. We knew ARMY knew everything was fake, and what he changed made it very clear to anyone that was in this knowledge that it would stay like this.

After all, it is all made up, a script we have to follow for entertainment purposes.

It is all just a fantasy.

It was eerily quiet as Tae and I step into the studio. Only RM and Jin were there, even though we were not early. If anything, we should be a bit late.

"Where is everyone?" Tae asks as he sits down on a vacant chair and pulls me with him.

"They should be arriving any minute now," Jin replies while he takes over the speech that Tae hands to him.

Soon enough, he turns to the computer and starts making the necessary adjustments.

"Unusual choice of words V." Jin says as he types."It makes sense to me." Tae hums as he taps on the desk.

"You did not want to add or change anything Y/N?" Not to say Jin sounded slightly judgmental, may be skeptical.

"I trust you guys to know what you are doing," I state shrugging. "I would have no idea what to do or say without you all. I appreciate you doing all this for us."

"Not like we were given a choice in the matter," Jin mumbles, too quietly for anyone else but me to hear. His words slightly shook me, however, I chose to ignore them.

One by one, the rest of the boys start gathering in the studio, I notice the air is becoming thicker as more of them arrive. It is almost impossible to breathe. None of them seem to be in the mood to speak, and it is starting to make me slightly uncomfortable.

I smile as Jimin and Jungkook finally join us, but my smile quickly drops as I see that neither of them even looks at me and Tae. They are clearly against this.

I start to have second thoughts about all this. I had the chance to take it all back, make it all go away. Why did I choose not to? And also why did I not care until now? I mean everyone else, save for RM, is clearly against this too. Why did it only bother me after Jimin and Jungkook entered the room?

It got to the point that I didn't feel comfortable anymore sitting on Tae's lap. I quickly get up, making an excuse saying I needed to stretch my legs a bit.

I watch while all the boys give input on their part of the speech, most of them want to either add, take or change something. Eventually, it was time to record it. I had my part memorized, so I just flew through it.

"You're a natural," Tae says and kisses my cheek and I smile while I hear someone gag. Unaware of who it was I choose to ignore it kissing Tae back, on his lips instead. The only worry on my mind is that ARMY really sees through this act.

The evening passed as quickly as a bolt of lightning and somehow, by some miracle, ARMY chose not to vote me out.

It had been a very close call, but they choose to let me stay, at least for now. I don't think I will survive another vote.

After the celebration of my stay, to which I have to add only half the people of the house joined, Tae and I excuse ourselves and head to the hammock. Both of us were slightly tipsy, but still completely in control of our actions. Tae was the one to suggest it, I think he sees that not having Jimin there was having an effect on my mood.

"I'm sorry he didn't come." He says as we are laying there next to each other, cuddling, rocking from side to side, and enjoying the little stars that are still visible through the light pollution coming from our fully lit house.

"It's okay, he will get over it," I say, snuggling against him a bit more and closing my eyes.

The rocking of the hammock made me so relaxed I almost want to fall asleep there. If it wasn't for the slightly cool breeze of the summer evening, I probably would.

"Are you sure it was the right decision to make?" Tae asks, making me open one eye to look at him.

"What do you mean?" We came this far, if ARMY was to be pissed then the harm has been done. They know it's fake, the haters will hate it no matter what.

"Well, this can affect your relationship with the others, permanently." He says while adjusting his position, letting go of me and instead turning straight up.

"You mean the boys? I thought you were worried about ARMY." I sit up, knees to my chin, looking at him somewhat confused.

"ARMY is aware this is fake, but the rest of the guys aren't. Aren't you worried?" I think about it for a second before I reply.

"Why should I be worried? It's a mission, 100% fake."

"They will feel betrayed no matter what." I am not understanding his point.

"If they feel betrayed, shouldn't you be the one worried about it?" He looks at me with a questioning gaze, so I continue. "I mean, you are the one that is tied to them. You are the one who will deal with any consequences after this all ends. I am just a passenger in your lives, soon to be completely gone from them. I am just a memory passing by, at most, you will look back and remember the girl who was scared to tell her bias was Jeon Jungkook, probably not even remembering much more than that."

"Are you blind or just thick?" Tae asks me getting up himself. "Please tell me you are joking."

"What the hell Tae?" I look at him, clearly offended.

"Y/N, did you think they act as they did in the studio if you were not important to them?" He passes his fingers through his hair, which was not even covering his eyes, making it seem he did it out of frustration instead of need. "They acted like that because they care. In the event of a break-up, what do you think would happen? They would have to side with me, no matter what, and with that lose you in the process. You came into our lives and left a mark, something none of us want to lose. None of us wants to let go of you. They did not act like that because they don't like you, or don't like the prospect of you being in a relationship with me. They acted like that because they care about you too much and made a real connection with you, they don't want to part ways with you if things go south."

I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding. To say something like that had never crossed my mind was a complete understatement. It basically brought tears to my eyes, the possibility of the boys being so attached to me that they are scared to lose me. Suddenly, Jimin's words and actions no longer seemed harsh and unnecessary. Neither the rest of them avoided me or not looking in my direction. They were trying to not get even more attached, they were avoiding heartbreak, from me, and this thought alone made me regret not ending everything right then when the production thought we couldn't go through with it.

"We should have ended it while we could." A single tear escaping my eye that I quickly whipped away.

"I actually agree," Tae says while stretching a hand out to help me get out of the hammock. "But it's too late now."

That sentence pretty much defines my life, it follows me and haunts me wherever I go. For me, it is always too late.

With one less person in the house, there is now the possibility of two people ending up alone in their bedroom. While everyone kept discussing how to solve the logistics of the situation, my thoughts kept drifting off to the conversation I and Tae had last night. I barely noticed when Hanna shoved me, gesturing for me to draw the paper of the hat. I shove my hand inside and just grab the first one I touch, not bothering to move my hand around fishing for the right one. Likewise, I was too lost in my own thoughts to care about such a trivial matter. Who cares where we sleep? At least we have where to sleep.

"Y/N!" Tae finally snaps me out of it. "We are waiting to know which room you got?"

"Oh." I give him a smile that did not reach my eyes while I open the paper. "I got C."

"Taehyung do you mind changing with me?" I hear Jungkook asking, but I disconnect from the conversation just as fast as I got in it.

How can I solve this? I doubt I can go to the production and ask. Maybe we should just come clean. What's the worse it can happen? We lose 10 k? Tae doesn't care, he is a millionaire. As for me, I could use the extra cash, however, I'd rather lose 10 k than lose the boys, of that I am sure.

"Exchanging rooms is against the rules." I hear the voice say in the background.

I made up my mind. Tae and I, we need to come clean. After changing rooms, I'll talk to him. I don't want to lose the boys. Jimin never talks to me anymore and I miss him terribly, and I got to admit that Jungkook ignoring me hurts like a bitch. Out of everything that came with me "dating" Tae, Jungkooks reaction hurts me the most.

I head upstairs and grab my bag from the old room. My mind so clouded with my thoughts, I did not even excuse myself as I left the room, a very American thing to do but very disrespectful in Korea. I did not think about it, I am so comfortable here that I just act like I'm home because it feels like home to me. But why does it feel like home? When did it start feeling like home?

I am unpacking my last piece of clothing when I see someone coming into the room carrying a bag. It was Jungkook. Wait, didn't he want to change with Tae? Hmmm, maybe he wanted to do it for our benefit? Or maybe Tae is alone, and he would rather stay alone as he did for the past week?

But then this feeling of dread just dawns upon me. Because maybe, or actually most likely, he simply did not want to stay with me. Just like he did not want to stay with Ae-Cha that first week and kept sneaking into Jimin's bed. Maybe I'm the problem now, and this thought absolutely devastates me, it kills me.

The sound of the siren echoed once more through the house. The sound waves bouncing from wall to wall stopping me from heading toward Tae's bedroom. Doing a 180° turn I take the stairs to the right and soon am standing in the living room.

On the other side of the red button is Seam, Suga is already there leaning against a pillar, legs crossed and one hand supporting his elbow while the other is caressing his chin, a smirk plastered on his face.

I quickly grabbed myself a glass of water before letting myself fall on the sofa while we wait for everybody to gather, not even a minute later Hanna lets herself drop next to me followed by Ari. Soon I feel someone's hands lay on my shoulders and starting to massage them. I let my eyes close and let my head fall backward enjoying the sensation. Opening my eyes I find a smiling Tae looking back at me. I return the smile.

"Good evening." The voice says after a little while. "I see Seam pressed the button this time around."

"Yes, it is my turn to try and guess someone's secret now that mine has been revealed." Seam replies.

For some reason I had a feeling this would be an interesting one so, in order to pay more attention I pull myself forward, making Tae release my shoulders and ending the massage. My legs are open, elbows resting on each knee, holding my now half-full glass of water in my hands.

"Go ahead Seam," the voice encourages "we are looking forward to hearing what your theory is."

"Before I go ahead, this I have to say this is kinda a long shot." He looks at Suga who lifts his chin giving him a sharp nod as if urging him to keep going. "First I thought it would be something, but turns out, in the end, it's something slightly different from my original idea, at least, if I am right." He pauses and looks at everyone from left to right, to be sure he has everyone's attention. After some suspense, he lets go of a breath and continues.

"I think the secret is 'The person I am in love with is in love with Jeon Jungkook'." The sound of a glass hitting the hardwood of the living room is the first thing that can be heard as soon as he finishes his sentence. Tae comes running to me from around the sofa and tries to stop me from picking up the mess I have just made. My hands are shaking and I feel like all blood has left my body. I don't understand my reaction at all to the glass slipping off my hands. It was a coincidence that it did at that precise moment. There is no need for the reaction I am having, but even though I am trying my best to reason with myself, my body doesn't seem to listen as I mindlessly push Taes hand away and continue to gather the biggest pieces of glass that I know I can pick up without doing myself harm.

"Please continue Seam, I'm sorry I interrupted." My voice was slightly shaky, from the scare I had just gone through.

I did not bother looking up to see if anyone of the others was paying attention to me. I know Tae, Hanna, and Ari are helping me with the glass and as I move to the bin to drop the pieces I had caught, I see Tae already moped the floor and go back to my own seat.

"Now that that's sorted," the voice continues "tell me Seam, who do you think that secret belongs to?"

"That secret belongs to Gi." Seam looks at him and smiles. "My turn to reveal your secret."

"Seam please sit down, Gi please go up and tell us if that is indeed your secret." As Seam sits down Gi does what the voice asks and soon is facing us.

"It is a bit more complicated than that." Gi starts looking first at me, for which I am very confused, and then at Jungkook. "But yes, essentially that is my secret, give it or take."

"Care to elaborate Gi?" The voice clearly knows there is something more going on, however, Gi presses his lips in a tight line before replying.

"The missing part of the secret is again. My secret is I'm in love with a person who is in love with Jeon Jungkook, again."

Jungkook POV

I was too shaken to react to the sound of glass breaking right after Seam said those words. What? Who? My mind is running 1000 an hour, I am so lost in my own thoughts I don't see what is going on around me. Seam must be wrong, I mean I don't think anyone in here is in love with Ae-Cha, at least not from the interactions I saw her having.

But then again maybe is not the real type of love. Maybe he means like a fan to idol love? That happens a lot, to me and the other guys too. All those messages and letters we received over the years, too many to count, let alone read. Maybe that's what it is, however, I soon realize this is not the case. The hatred behind Gi's eyes as he corrects Seam's guess. He means truly in love, I am sure of it now.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and a slight squeeze before I come back to my senses. Namjoon slightly leans towards me indicating there is something he has to say so I follow his gesture giving him more access to my ear.

"Collect yourself if you don't want people to find your second secret." I loudly gulp while snapping my head in his direction.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I don't see how the two could be connected, however, I trust my leader and friend as well as his intelligence, so when he gives me a sharp look and turns around I know the conversation is over but set in stone. I follow him wordlessly and soon find myself in the studio with the rest of the boys.

"Where is Taehyung?" Jimin asks. I look around and frown, indeed he is the only one not here.

"He is discussing something with the production, he will meet us here soon" Namjoon clarifies. "Meanwhile, Jungkook, do you have any idea who is it and who was it?"

"I am completely clueless." I shake my head and look at the floor before continuing. "We don't have any friends in common and from the little, I talked to him, we don't seem to frequent the same places at all."

"Maybe he was unlucky falling in love with some fan that, you know, dreams too much?" Jimin suggests while Jin slaps his head. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"Do not talk like that, there is no such thing as dreaming too much," Jin says to Jimin, and we all nod to that. "It has to be someone they both know personally," Namjoon says and we all fall quiet.

"Knowing how many secrets are related to other secrets, we probably can find the person if we think back to the clues everyone dropped at the beginning of the show." Namjoon voices after a while. "And I think there is only one real option, unfortunately, she already left the house, and they both did."

"What do you mean, they both left the house?" Jin asks the same exact question running through my mind, but before Namjoon can reply Tae comes through the door and he was not alone. Standing right beside him is Y/N.

"Guy's, I'm glad you are all here, we need to talk," Taehyung says pulling a very flushed Y/N, effectively bringing her forward enough that he could close the door behind him.

"Tae we were actually discussing important things," Jimin spits "and it's not like we are interested in whatever you both are up to anyways."

"Jimin!" Namjoon throughs Jimin a mean look that shuts him up immediately while turning to the couple and gesturing for them to continue.

Y/N seems like it's about to start but loses her voice and looks towards her feet, we all turn to Tae as we can see whatever this is, we won't find out through Y/N.

"We were faking everything." Tae finally says and I feel my heartbeat accelerate.

"What do you mean Tae?" Jin is the one to come forward. "Faking what exactly?"

"We are not together." Finally, Y/N manage to speak, her voice faint, almost a whisper.

"What the fuck?" Jimin is red, he seems so angry, I cannot remember the last time I saw Jimin like that.

"Calm down Jimin." Tae approaches Jimin putting a hand on his chest that Jimin quickly shoves away.

"It was a mission." Y/N quickly said while pulling Tae back towards her. Seeing Jimin's reaction probably made her feel scared for Tae.

"Well," Namjoon starts, "now that that's cleared out let's go back to the other issue at hand. Y/N I'm sorry to ask this but would you mind leaving? We have important things to discuss that unfortunately, you should not hear."

"Wait a minute Hyung," I interrupt "how come you are so calm? We even did speeches for ARMY like what the hell?"

"Oh, ARMY never saw those speeches, we never sent them." Jin comes forward and smiles, trying to relax me.

"What do you mean?" I look from Namjoon to Jin who seem to be having a wordless conversation between them.

"Let's just say, it is very clear the person Y/N is in love with is clearly not Tae." Namjoon finally says while closing the door. Y/N was long gone and never heard this last sentence, however, I did. What does he mean by the person Y/N is in love with? So she is in love with someone? Maybe has a boyfriend waiting for her? Then she literally cheated on her boyfriend? For a mission?

"Jungkook, I can see the mouse in your head making that wheel smoke from running so much," Jin says and everyone else laughs. "Stop making assumptions and let's figure out a plan to make sure Y/N doesn't find out your secret. How about that?"

Shit, he is right. Seems like this place is even more twisted than what I thought, every single secret is related to someone in here, some more than others, but once you uncover one secret, you'll uncover them all.

It has been two full days since Tae and I announced we were in fact not dating and, for the first time since then, Jimin came to me.

"I'm sorry." He runs his fingers through his hair, looking somewhere far away. "I cannot explain the reasons to why I acted the way I did. I also don't want to make up an excuse. I'm sure you would understand my point if I could say it out loud but I can't. I hope either way you still find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Of course, Jimin." I lean forward grabbing his hands on mine. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure you have your reasons and Tae explained to me some. That's actually why we decided not to continue with the mission."

"Oh, thank God." Jimin smiles. " I thought it would be harder than this."

"Why?" I ask slightly perplexed. "Did I ever give you the idea of being unapproachable or difficult?"

"No, not at all." He takes a sip of his drink before continuing. "It's more to do with my personality than yours, you see because I know I am not very forgiving, it's only natural that I think others are the same."

"Is that why you took so long to come to me?" I chuckle.

"Partially." He leans forward indicating I should do the same and whispers. "I also needed to find the words to warn you, I was actually going to take more time but unfortunately time has run out." "About what?" I whisper back. Not that there was any need to whisper, it is just a natural response I have. If someone whispers to me, I naturally whisper back.

"We think we found another secret." I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"And why do I need to be warned?" I mean my secret is no longer a secret so I don't understand what it has to do with me.

"We figured all secrets are related somehow." Wait, what? Oh, that's crazy. "This is inside knowledge that I should not be giving away, however, I think you need to be prepared. Somewhere, somehow, there is this at least one secret that is related to you, and maybe, you don't want it out."

I ponder on his words for a bit, trying to brainstorm how that would be possible. Who could have a secret that affects me, being directly or otherwise? Could it be something that I do not want to be revealed? Or maybe is something that even though might be related to me, doesn't really affect me at all?

"Thank you for the warning Jimin," I say truthfully. "However, there is nothing I can think about that might affect me. My only secret is out, I feel free and I don't think there is any reason to worry." I try to reassure him with a smile.

"If you say so," Jimin replies while getting up from the sofa. "I need to talk with Tae now actually but I enjoyed our talk. Did Kookie come to you yet?"

"No." I try to avoid showing any disappointment as I say this.

"Don't worry, he will." He smiles while he walks away. "He just needs to put his shit together.

I sigh and go back to the book I was reading before Jimin came to me. What shit? What could he possibly need to put together? For real what the fuck is his issue. I don't know why this aggravates me as much as it does. It shouldn't really, he his my bias yes true, but we were never close, to begin with, not nearly as much as I am with Jimin nor even as much as me and Tae.

I slightly jump on my seat as I feel the sofa dip. I was so lost in my thoughts I had missed someone approaching.

"Sorry." Rm gives an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's all right, how have you been?" I put my book down yet again, it seems like today will not be the day I finish it.

"I'm fine, but how about you?" RM, that has always had a bit of an imposing posture, today seems slightly off, maybe more open than usual, I feel nothing good is about to come of this conversation.

"I'm good, slightly bored and trying to finish my book." I turn to him, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to say.

"Yes, at least the weather has been kind to us." Really Namjoon? The weather?

"I did not take you for one to beat around the bushes." His eyebrow raises, showing surprise at my forwardness. "I know there is something you want to speak about, do so freely."

"Very well, I wanted to ask you about Gi." About what now?

"What about Gi?" I'm confused as ever.

"I think you are the missing piece of the puzzle." I look at RM suspiciously, say what?

"Namjoon, I never have seen Gi before coming here, also his secret is out, why should it be important?" I breathe deeply as I say the next part. "Also, I have to point out, that I am not in love with Jungkook."

"When did I speak about Jungkook?" RM asks, both eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his face.

"I am well aware you didn't, however it was implied." I feel like Namjoon is playing me, just as well as he did in the chess game we had a few weeks before, I thought about it more than I should have, he could have won in 2 minutes if he wanted, it was clear, however, he chooses to play around with me, torturing me by making me well aware I was always on the edge of losing, from the very beginning.

"I have all the information I need," Namjoon says getting up. What the fuck?

"Are you serious?" I ask, but slightly too late as he had already turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

Not too long after Namjoon left, the sound of the siren alerts me to the fact there is yet another secret being revealed. I wonder if this one affects me at all as I get up, book still in hand, and head towards the living room.

This time, Tae is the one standing in front of the red button. This is unfair. They probably brainstorm together and then choose one to announce the secret they discovered.

I sit next to Nabi, who was already there waiting for the brand new revelation. Not even 5 minutes later all the contestants and BTS had gathered around the living and the voice had said hello.

"V, go ahead and tell us the possible secret you found out." The voice says after the first greetings.

"Well, this one will be an odd one to word so I will explain first." V starts. "The secret will be something like "I made someone wait for me for some years to be with me."

"Very well, and to whom do you think this secret belongs to?" Tae looks at Gi and smiles before replying.

"This secret belongs to Da-eun." What? Can we guess the secrets of people who have left the house?

"I'm curious as to what made you think it will be a valid guess since Da-eun left the house?" The voice inquiries with a slight note of amusement.

"We have been reading the rules over the past two days." Oh, so that's why I have seen none of them at all lately.

"Cleaver." After saying these words the TV quickly changes to Da-eun waving.

"Hi guys, if you are watching this then congratulations, you have figured out my secret. I cannot say much more except that I am the main reason why Gi has never been on a date. Today is the day I left the house and the production made me film this in case you uncovered the secret later on. I miss you all already and can't wait to meet you again as you come out of the house. See you soon!" And with the last wave, the TV goes black.

We all turn to Gi. He is already moving to the middle and we silently wait.

"You are lucky my secret is out, otherwise you would be getting no explanation." We state as he walks. "Indeed I am waiting for Da-Eun to get over her ridiculous obsession for Jungkook before I date her, I have been waiting for about two years now. Before her, if you were wondering, it wasn't Ae-Cha the girl I loved. It was about 5 years ago, that I decided it was time to put myself out there and tried online dating. I met this amazing girl. She was really everything I could ever want in a girl, she was straight out of college and had broken up with her boyfriend about 6 months prior because and I quote 'he doesn't understand my priorities."

The more Gi talked, the more this sounded familiar. There was an annoying ringing in my ears getting louder with every word he pronounced. The timing fits perfectly with that one time I decided to try online dating, the reason for breaking out with my boyfriend is exactly the same. But it can't be. I don't remember any Gi, and I certainly do not remember anyone that looks like him, also, no one I ever spoke to online lived in Korea.

"As time went by I wanted to meet her, however, I didn't know how. She was so busy, first with her internship, then with her job hunting, and finally with her job. Not only that but she had this annoying hobby that took so much of her time, she spent most of her free time editing and filming as well as reading interviews, watching game shows, travel vlogs, bombs whatever. You name it, whatever BTS did, she watched it."

Okay, now I am starting to freak out. This is sounding way too familiar for my liking. I shift a little in a place as I feel more and more uncontrollable, Jimin notices it and makes some space to sit beside me while we continue to listen.

"Eventually, I managed to convince her to meet. She made it very clear it was not a date, as even if she had every intention of dating when she made that account, she soon realized she had no time for that kind of commitment. I agreed, being friends at the time seemed enough for me. We meet and talked for hours on end, we clicked straight away. Her Korean was almost perfect, even if I could notice there was a slight accent. She refused to talk in English for the whole time we were out because she said she needed to practice more and she didn't talk enough with her dad to do so."

What the fuck. This is me. But how? I don't remember him at all. Well I remember everything else, and I vaguely remember the guy's facial features, the name I will be honest I can't remember, but it was not Gi. And also, I am not in love with Jungkook? Like for real. What is going on?

"I left that non-date completely and utterly in love with this girl, however, her heart was already taken, by someone who didn't even know she existed. That was the first time I truly hated someone that never did anything to me, someone that I never met. That is the story of the first time I hated Jeon Jungkook."

Hot water droplets fell on my skin, helping mask the warm tears that run down my face. It's been about one hour since Tae revealed Da-eun's secret, and I couldn't be more clueless of what went through Gi's head. Even if he was the guy I talked to that many years back. Couldn't he have been less obvious? And what is all this bullshit about being on love with Jungkook? He didn't even know my bias, nor even did he care to ask who it was. Not that I would tell him anyway.

I slip out of the shower and dry my skin. Somehow, I have stopped crying and for that I am glad. I need to speak to Gi, but I don't wanna see anyone else before I do. If I'm not mistaken, the best place to find him would be in his room. From the little I noticed from him so far, he is not a very social person. After gathering all my strength, I apply somebody cream and stand in front of the mirror for a bit, allowing it to dry. I don't know what should I ask him, where should I start? Maybe of how come he was in America back then and now is here? Or why can't I remember his face? Maybe it will be good to know if he used a different name back there, or if Gi is short for something else.

Finally, I slip the most chilled clothes I own on, some baggy pink pants and a baggy summer hoodie, and head out of the bathroom. Jungkook, thankfully, is not in the room. I actually have not seen him in the room since we were paired together, I don't even know if he has been sleeping here.

Deciding it is time to get some answers, I go in search of Gi. I start by looking for him in his room, but it's empty. I check the library, the kitchen, the gym, the conservatory, the outside area, the greenhouse, you name it. If exists within this property, I've checked it.

After what seems like hours, I finally give up. I didn't feel like a beer, but I needed something refreshing and alcoholic, to get my mind off things, so I head to the kitchen and start preparing two big jugs of Mojito. I do not add the ice to it not to ruin it, instead, I put some ice in a cooler and bring it all to my new hiding spot. A shed I had just discovered in my search for Gi.

I drink alone for a long while, smoking from time to time too. My brain never stopping its quest for answers, but soon enough I am tipsy enough that I start to disconnect from my worries. That's about when Gi shows up. Turns out that, while I was looking for him, he was looking for me. No wonder I couldn't find him until I stopped still.

"There you are." Gi says, sitting next to me, back against the shed. "I've looked for you everywhere."

"So did I, but as you can see, I gave up." I mumble.

"I was about to give up myself." He breathes, crossing his legs and half turning to look at me.

"So, what was your name back then?" Is the first thing I want to ask.

"Wow, I'm slightly offended you don't remember." He laughs. "Not exactly surprised, though."

"Are you going to answer my questions?" I'll be more than annoyed if all he does is avoid giving me the answers I am looking for.

"Yes, while I was doing my masters in America, I used an English name because I thought it sounded cool." He slightly chuckles before continuing. "I choose Robert."

"I remember now." I said, I remember thinking how weird of a name he had for a Korean, but didn't ask in case it was a touchy subject.

"And how come you look so different now?" I turn to him to be able to see his features better, looking for something recognizable.

"I don't." He smiles while looking at the ground, picking some grass as he speaks. "My hair was longer, and I had some piercings that I got rid of when I came back to Korea, I look older, but I didn't change that much at all."

Weird, my memory for faces is actually perfect. It makes no sense that I cannot remember him if he didn't change that much.

"What is this bullshit about being in love with Jungkook?" I decide to ask next. "You didn't even bother to ask who my bias was."

"I didn't have to ask." He looks at me in the eyes as he said it. "You were the first person I ever fell for, when you talked about them your eyes lit up, but when you specifically talked about Jungkook you made the world lit up with you. Your smile, your voice, your skin, everything about you had this contagious glow that just trespassed to your surrounding"

"That's just crazy, you think you found out my bias and no one else did?" I puff in annoyance.

"You think no one around you knew?" I laugh out loud at that. "Girl, you truly are blind. Yeah, maybe the people watching your reactions didn't know, after all you were trying your best to show neutrality, but I bet everything I own that your close friends knew, even if you never told them."

"There is no way." I disagree, shaking my head.

"Y/N, you have been in denial for the last 7 years of your life." Gi says while getting up. "Don't let your life slip away while you are pinning after a guy that will never be within your reach. I will go now, I think you need time alone to admit to yourself that you fell in love with your idol, even knowing how irrational it would be to do so. Jungkook is a fantasy, wake up before it's too late."

With those words, Gi leaves me to my own thoughts. I pour myself another glass and lit a cigarette, pondering on what he just said. "Am I that stupid that I broke the number one rule of being a kpop fan" I ask myself. "Am I that crazy and delusional that I fell in love with Jeon Jungkook?" I voice again out loud to the air around me, not knowing that, on the other side of that shed, was the subject of my thoughts, listening to every single word.

It is becoming a habit of mine waking up in weird situations, however, this one is slightly more bizarre. The surrounding place is damp and cold, however, my head is nice and comfortable. I open one eye to inspect my surroundings, my head feels heavy as I try to lift it and look around. The effects of the alcohol I had yesterday still lingering around, I am not yet 100% sober.

It is still dark, and I see that I have fallen asleep behind the shed, however I am not alone. I gather the strength I still have in me and sit myself up straight, shaking any dirt still attached to the now damp hoodie. Looking to the side to inspect the figure that I was previously sleeping on, I find Jungkook. I feel bad leaving him here, but I know that waking him up will be almost impossible, so instead I decide to return the favor. I pull him towards me and let his head fall on my lap, silently appreciating every single line and curve of his angelic face. I start playing with his hair lightly while trying to recollect how we came to be here like this. My mind is too fuzzy to remember, no matter how hard I try, and soon I feel my eyes getting heaver and heavier, and my body starts leaning and falling into him. I am aware of it but do not have the will to stop it and soon succumb into a deep sleep.

I wake up with the sun hitting straight on my face. I stretch and look to the side, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Did I dream it all? A small patch of the grass showed me it was not a dream, so why was Jungkook there the night before? And why did he leave without waking me up? Sitting up straight, I start gathering all the mess I've made on the same tray I used to bring it all out. I have no idea how long I slept for, but by how tired I still feel, I don't think I slept much at all.

As I'm about to reach to the handle of the bedroom door, it swings open, revealing Jungkook on the other side. He quickly brushes past me, not once looking me in the eye. Does he know? Does he realize I'm the person Gi talked about? Is he acting like this because he doesn't want to give me any hope? As I step into the room and am about to close the door, Jungkook comes rushing back in.

"Fuck it." He says as he pulls me by the elbow and guides me to sit on my bed. "We need to talk."

"Talk about what?" I question him, looking directly at him.

"Everything." What the fuck, everything?

"Well then, did you know that before toilet paper was invented, Americans used to use corn cobs?" I look at him with a serious face, but once he burst out laughing, I can't hold myself and laugh with him.

"That was so random." He says, still calming down from laughing so hard.

"Well, you said you wanted to talk about everything." I smile, laying down and looking up at the ceiling."I thought this would be a good start."

I feel the bed dip as he lays there next to me, both of us silently looking up.

"I overheard you and Gi talking yesterday." He breathes.

"I'm not in love with you, if that's what you are afraid." I am sure of it. "Look, I love you, I truly and honestly do, just like I love everything single one of the other boys."

He lifts his head up, looking at me with a slightly raised eyebrow. Damn that brat tamer...

"Okay, maybe I love you just a bit more." I laugh and he smiles. " I am just not in love with you. There is nothing to worry about. I love you, just not like that." "It's okay." He says, laying his head back down. "Loving is not a crime. No matter who or how you love, there is nothing wrong with it."

"Was this what you wanted to talk about?" I ask, turning completely on my side to face him.

He is absolutely breathtaking, even more so in this close-up. The sun lightly brushing his slightly tanned skin, the few strands of hair that effortlessly fall in front of those mesmerizing deep chocolate-colored eyes, the shape of those beautifully painted full lips. Everything about this guy is unreal. It's as if he is God's favorite, someone he took years if not decades or millennia to create. I am not in love, but if he keeps looking at me like he is now, there will need to be some kind of miracle for me not to fall for him.

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littleroaes · 1 year ago

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this was a lot cuter than I expected! I love how they keep protecting yn! The hugging, words of affirmation. The last line🫠🫠🫠

The hak scene is so good! How he keeps holding yn!!!!

I need to read the other parts, I really loved this concept! I recommend!

Moments to save:

Y/N notices how Eric’s dark blue-gray hair is falling over his eyes and gently pushes it up again. She gives him a smile.

"Thank you", he says.

That’s cute!

"If you give them something or do something for them, they'll thank you", the man says.

"How polite."

"Yeah, we made them warm for the victims sake", the man says. "They're supposed to comfort victims in any situation and if they don't feel warm and human, it might make the situation worse." The main smirks slightly. "We've made sure their hugs are as comforting and welcoming as possible. We made this survey of what type of hugs are the best and gave them all the most voted ones. Smart, right?"

I want a hug too!

Y/N looks at the row of androids, visibly thinking. She walks over to Jaehyun.

"Do I give him a command or …?" she asks.

"No, he knows that you want a hug, he can scan you. He'll choose what type of hug he'll give you."

The android opens his arms and she walks right into the embrace. He closes his arms around her tightly. Her warmth is flowing from under her white shirt.

"Well, a loving one is when there's nothing wrong. We call it 'the everyday hug'. Then there's the comforting feeling of a tighter but more sentimental hug for when the victims are crying or scared. And the last one, is the one he's doing right now … weirdly enough."

"The protective hold?"

"Yeah … it only occurs when the victim is in danger … but you're not. The protective embrace is a tight, firm hug that isn't supposed to be easy to get out of. If the victim is in danger, then it shouldn't be easy to get out of." The man looks through his papers. "Weird, we've tested it before with different men, women and children, they haven't given the protective hug to any of them."

Y/N taps the android on his arm. He looks down at her hand. It'd be so easy to break, so important to protect.

"Let me go", she says.

Jaehyun opens his arms and she leaves. The warmth lingers on his hands.

The woman nods. The human male rolls up her sleeve on her left arm and hits her wrist fast and hard with two fingers. A ‘swoosh’ along with a ‘snitch’ echoes throughout the room. She whimpers and backs away. The first one to reach her is Haknyeon, pulling her back from the male in the room as the others form a barricade between her and the man. Haknyeon embraces her in that tight hug again. He hides her face down into his shoulder.

Changmin turns around and lifts up Y/N’s arm in his hands to examine it. There’s nothing to see, but he can’t help but keep holding her arm.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay”, she answers. “You can stop now. Everything is okay.”

The eleven androids listen, going back to their positions. All but one.

“Haknyeon, you can let Y/N go now”, the man says.

“She’s not safe yet”, Haknyeon answers.

"Yes, you can", Chanhee says, taking a step forward and hugging her in the comforting manner he’s been programmed with. He can feel that it’s not enough. "Look at me."

“Yes, ma'am”, Kevin says.

None of the androids answer. They're trying to process the newly given information. It doesn't make sense. She created them, she can't leave them now. From the moment they opened their eyes the first time she's been there.

"Will you visit?" Changmin asks. "We'd appreciate it."

"You're our creator", he answers. "We’ll always need to protect you."

🫠🫠

the boyz become human

Part 2

In a collaboration with Cyberlife, you've helped create 11 new androids to be used in the police force, but they seem to have a certain humanly soft spot for their creator.

Genre: yandere, sci-fi, futuristic, Detroit become human AU

Warnings: I'm not sure what to put to be honest, creepy behavior?

A/N: this was originally a chapter story that never got done, this is the first 3 chapters, I might post more chapters but we'll see

"Follow my hand, good job."

The nice lady in front of him holds up her fingers and he follows them with his eyes back and forth. She moves closer, picks up a small flashlight and shines in his eyes. He doesn't move. She smiles proudly and pulls back, looking at the other person in the laboratory.

"This one has functional eyes", she says.

"Good, which one was that?" the human male says, looking at his clipboard in hand.

"The third one", she says.

"God, I’ll never know who you mean! You should name them!”

“Me?”

“Yeah? They're your creations."

"Not really, I just planned how they were supposed to look, it was your people that built them.” She looks at the android in front of her. “Nevertheless, they don't need any. They aren't going to be household androids."

"But we have eleven of them, it'd be easier to get their names. I know everyone will mix them up calling them the first, the second and whatever." He points at the android in front of the woman. "Start with him. Was he the third?"

She nods and turns to the android, frowning. "I'll name him Younghoon."

"Alright, and the others?"

She gives them all a name each, saying that she’s picking the first that comes to mind.

“You haven’t told me what they’ll be used for”, the woman says. “Why have I helped Cyberlife build them? I know that they’re meant for something special since you don’t use the normal models. You’re making brand new ones. If they’re not going to be household androids … then what are they going to do?”

“They’ll be used by the police. We already have interrogation and detective androids, but these ones are different.” The man breaks out into a smile. “They can fight … they can manipulate … they can seduce, they’re quicker than any other android, they charge quickly, they have scanners to read humans feelings … and they’re perfect with children! They’ll be perfect in the police force. They’ll be amazing!”

The woman in front of Younghoon nods. He follows her motions with his eyes, studying her.

“That does sound amazing”, she says thoughtfully. “It explains a lot about why you needed them to be handsome. You can’t seduce a criminal with ugly androids, can you?”

The man chuckles. “No. You can’t. Thank you for being such a good designer.”

“Thank you for bringing my sketches to life …” She looks at the android sitting in front of her up and down with proud eyes, “... they’re remarkable.”

“We’re so happy you like them. Cyberlife will send you a check.”

“I know. I could use some money. How much for each android?”

“Around $250 000.”

“Oh shit.”

The man laughs again. Y/N lifts her eyebrows amusingly.

“You don’t even know how much money you’ll get for the job?” he asks. “And still you took it?”

The woman smiles shyly. “Of course, this job would look great on my resume in the future. Who wouldn’t want to work for Cyberlife?”

The man smiles and shakes his head, walking over to the window.

“Y/N”, the man says. “We should start the next test. It’s getting late and I think you need to go home soon.”

Y/N nods and stands up.

“What’s the next test?” she asks.

“Physical test”, the man says, looking through his list. “Strength, speed, reflexes and so on.”

Y/N looks at the androids.

“Stand up”, she says.

They all stand up at the same time and wait for their next instruction. They’re different heights with different hair colors and different facial features. But they all wear the same outfit — a gray suit with their serial number, a white shirt and some glowing parts. Y/N notices how Eric’s dark blue-gray hair is falling over his eyes and gently pushes it up again. She gives him a smile.

"Thank you", he says.

Y/N looks at the man behind her in surprise.

"Who programmed him to say that?" she asks. "I thought they were only programmed to answer when you speak to them?"

"If you give them something or do something for them, they'll thank you", the man says.

"How polite."

She looks at Eric again, placing her hand on his cheek. He can feel her warmth. It’s not artificial, it’s not produced or charged — it’s human.

"It's almost scary how human they feel and look", she says. "If I didn't see the emotion indicator on his temple, I'd think he was a human in an android's suit. His skin is so soft."

Y/N smiles mischievously.

"You want to try it out, don't you?" the man asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe", she giggles. "I created them, I should get to test their abilities out."

"Then what are you waiting for? Just choose one."

Y/N looks at the row of androids, visibly thinking. She walks over to Jaehyun.

"Do I give him a command or …?" she asks.

"No, he knows that you want a hug, he can scan you. He'll choose what type of hug he'll give you."

"Right, sorry. They're so advanced I forget everything."

The android opens his arms and she walks right into the embrace. He closes his arms around her tightly. Her warmth is flowing from under her white shirt.

"They have three different types of embraces", the man says. "Loving, comforting and protecting."

"What's the difference?"

"The protective hold?"

Y/N taps the android on his arm. He looks down at her hand. It'd be so easy to break, so important to protect.

"Let me go", she says.

Jaehyun opens his arms and she leaves. The warmth lingers on his hands.

“Let’s start with the real test.”

Kevin follows Y/N with his eyes. She’s walking to the other side of the room to collect something. She picks up a red, little ball in her hand, bouncing it on the hard floor a couple of times.

“Now throw it”, the man says. “At any of them.”

“What if I hurt them?” she wonders hesitantly.

“They’re androids, they won’t feel it.”

“Well … what if I break them instead?”

“They’re equipped with quick reflexes, don’t worry.”

Y/N looks at the androids with a concerned gaze in her eyes. They can scan her, see how nervous she feels. It’s almost enough to make them ask how she’s feeling to see if she needs to be protected. She throws the ball at them. Chanhee catches it before it hits any of them.

“Woah”, she gasps in shock. “Those are really quick reflexes.”

Chanhee holds out the ball to her. She takes it gently and backs away to throw again. Sangyeon catches it this time and gives it back.

“I’m so scared to damage them”, the woman says, throwing an uncertain gaze in their direction. “They’re so advanced and so many people have been working on them. I’d feel horrible if I broke them.”

“You won’t”, the human male says. “They’re built for that.”

She throws the ball a few more times before moving onto the next test. Strength. The man places out boxing bags with a strength meter. One by one, they’re allowed to punch it, scoring higher than anyone has done before.

“Shit, one blow to my head and it’ll fall off”, she whispers. “They can seriously hurt someone.”

“They can, but they won’t if it isn’t necessary”, the man says. “They’re more for protecting people than hurting them. Y/N, would you want to be the guinea pig for that?”

“For what?”

“I’ll slap your wrist and we’ll see how they react. If I’m correct, they’ll go into protection mode.”

“If I were to put up a fight now, they’d attack”, the man says. “But I won’t.”

Changmin turns around and lifts up Y/N’s arm in his hands to examine it. There’s nothing to see, but he can’t help but keep holding her arm.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay”, she answers. “You can stop now. Everything is okay.”

The eleven androids listen, going back to their positions. All but one.

“Haknyeon, you can let Y/N go now”, the man says.

“She’s not safe yet”, Haknyeon answers.

“Yes, I’m safe”, Y/N says, tapping his arm. “You can let me go now.”

“You’re not safe.”

“Is this a malfunction?”

The man frowns. “I’m not sure. What would you be in danger of?”

“You”, Haknyeon answers.

“No, he’s not a threat”, Y/N reassures him. “I’m okay, he’s not dangerous, it was all a test. Haknyeon, please, let me go.”

The eleven androids scan her and grow cautious again. She’s afraid. They go into protective mode once more.

“I don’t think you thought this through”, Y/N whispers, eyes on the male that caused this situation.

“Guys, it’s okay, it was just a test.”

She places her hand over Haknyeon’s. He looks down at her hand, feeling the warmth ooze from it. Should he let her go? He can detect her fear, but she promises that she’s alright. This kind of morality isn’t programmed for him. He senses fear, he can’t let her go until she’s not afraid anymore.

“Well, since this isn’t working …”, she starts mumbling before trying to break free from Haknyeon’s arms.

He doesn’t budge. Instead, his grip grows tighter. He can’t let her go. She’s in danger, she can’t leave his arms.

“Fucking dammit!” she mutters, giving up. “What do I do?”

“I’m not sure”, the man replies, looking through the papers.

“Maybe you should leave the room? They see you as the threat.”

The man nods and leaves the room. The eleven androids relax. Instead of looking at the guy, they turn towards the woman, having their full attention to her.

“You’re still scared”, Jacob says.

“I’m not afraid of the man, he’s not a threat”, she says.

“Then what are you scared of?” Kevin asks.

“Well … you … kind of. Just please let me go now. Scan me. I’m not scared anymore.”

She’s right.

“Let her go”, Chanhee says.

Haknyeon does. She hurries over to the door and lets her colleague in again.

“I think i should go”, Y/N says, grabbing her beige coat. “I don’t want that to happen again. You should check with the ones programming them. That shouldn’t happen with a real victim.”

“You’ll be here for the presentation, right?” the man asks. “You should be the one introducing them to the police.”

“I think so”, she says. “I’ll go now. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Get home safely and sleep well.”

She thanks him, wishes him the same and leaves. The androids follow her with their eyes until she’s left the laboratory. The man turns to the androids.

“Well, I guess that means bedtime for you”, he says, clapping his hands once. “Let’s get you charged and ready for tomorrow.”

The androids sit down on their chairs as the man walks behind them, plugging the cords into the back of their necks. Sunwoo can feel how he gets shut off, eyes falling shut, everything turning black. The last thing he sees is a picture of the woman that created them.

——♤——

She's nervous. They can tell … both from scanning her and her walking back and forth across the floor. She's wearing a white suit that enhances all of her features. The only thing separating them and the audience is a giant, red curtain.

"Y/N", Juyeon says. "You're stressed."

"I know", she answers quickly. "I'm about to hold a speech in front of a thousand people! They're Cyberlife workers, cops, journalists … I can't do it."

"Yes, you can", Chanhee says, taking a step forward and hugging her in the comforting manner he’s been programmed with. He can feel that it’s not enough. "Look at me."

And she does. He holds his hands on her upper arms. Everything about her is so human. Everything from how her gaze falters, hands tremble and chest rises and falls. Neither Chanhee or the others do any of that.

"Breathe in and breathe out with me", he says, doing the technique he's programmed with.

She breathes along with him until he can't detect the same level of nervousness anymore. He lets her go.

"Everything we did in the laboratory last week will be presented live on the stage", Y/N says. "You'll have to show them what you showed me and my colleague. But you can do that, I'm sure. You’re programmed to perfection.” She clears her throat. “Do any of you feel that there's something wrong with your programming or if there are any parts that are loose?"

They answer negatively.

"Good", Y/N says, fixing Younghoon’s tie. “You’ll do better than me out there. I’m jealous … you can’t feel nervous.”

“No, we can’t”, Kevin says.

Y/N fixes her hair, but it gets stuck on one of the buttons in the suit and her shaky fingers can’t untie it.

“Can you help me?” she asks, looking at Sangyeon. “I can’t turn my head up if I’m stuck on the button.”

He takes a smooth step forward and starts untying her hair from the button.

“Is that okay?” he asks as the hair is loose.

“Yes, it’s okay, thank you”, Y/N answers with a smile. “Go back to the line now before the curtain is removed. Perfection, okay?”

“Yes, ma'am”, Kevin says.

“Don’t move from your positions. Last week shouldn’t be repeated … not here. Whatever your scanners say … I’m alright, okay?”

“Okay”, the eleven men answer.

The woman fixes their ties, hair and blazers before brushing off her own white clothes. The red curtains pull to the side and she freezes. Sunwoo’s scanner shows that her anxiety is rising. His instinct is to walk over to her and help her, but there’s an invisible wall that prevents him from doing that. An order. Don’t move from your positions.

“Welcome!” Y/N smiles. “On the behalf of Cyberlife, I am proud to present the coming generations of androids!”

She walks to the side of the stage to show the eleven androids. A wave of applause roars throughout the auditorium. It’s maxed to its capacity.

Y/N talks on and on about what special features the eleven androids have that separates them from the rest of the androids Cyberlife has produced. Curious and impressed eyes wander over the androids, looking at them up and down. They can detect some lust in the audience, some are doing more than admiring them.

One by one, they show their strength, speed and communication ability. The crowd cheers for them.

"Impressive, aren't they?" Y/N smiles. "They will be working undercover, hence why their faces aren't like the other androids Cyberlife given to the police force. Connor, for an example." Y/N looks at them up and down and all they can detect is sadness although she smiles. "They'll do just fine, I'm sure of it. Thank you for listening. They will be put into work before the month is over."

The crowd applause for the last time before the red curtain separate them again. Y/N breathes out shakily and removes the headset she's been using.

"You can move now", she says.

"Why are you sad?" Jaehyun asks.

"I'm not sad, I- …" she interrupts herself. "I guess there's no need to lie to you. You can tell. Well, I'm just a little sad because this is probably the last time we'll see each other."

The LED rings on the androids temples flashes yellow. Why aren't they going to meet? What has happened? If she's sad, does that mean something bad will happen?

"Why?" Haknyeon asks.

"My job here is done", Y/N sighs. "You'll be given to the police next week or so … and then your real life starts."

"I guess I'm just a little sad my work is over", she says, shrugging. "But it's been nice to meet you. I'm sure you'll do great. I'll cheer you on."

"Will you visit?" Changmin asks. "We'd appreciate it."

"I don't think so. I don't want to grow attached to you. You have work to do and it wouldn't be appropriate. You're androids … you don't have feelings … I'd just hurt myself."

Being androids, they can't understand what she's meaning. Confused, they look at her.

"What do you mean?" Kevin asks. "We can't understand emotions."

"Well … what I mean is that you're programmed to seduce and I made you handsome. Even I would fall for you and that wouldn't be good for anyone. You'd seduce me without thinking and I'd be left hoping for something that'd never be able to happen. And even if that wouldn’t happen … I’d expect too much from you and get hurt."

"We understand", Chanhee says.

Silence.

"I'll get going now", Y/N says and picks up her bag. "Good luck with everything. Wait, before I go, can I ask you something, Jaehyun?"

"Of course", he answers.

"When you hugged me, you held the protective hold. My coworker said that none of you had ever done that to any of the participants that tried it out. Why?"

"They weren't in any danger", Jaehyun answers.

"I wasn't either. So why?"

Jaehyun looks into her eyes, scanning her. Confusion.

"You're our creator", he answers. "We’ll always need to protect you."

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anime-fan-05 · 1 year ago

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Hi, may I request for Hak x Reader please? Reader is the neglected princess and wife of Hak. Since they're travelling he's always with Yona and Yona also doesn't let them be together being so stupid. So they have a big argument also with Yona but the dragons and Yoon also try to stop them but the reader snaps. She announces to divorce him and leave. When they meet again she's with another person happily something like that

You weren't the right one

Manga/anime: Akatsuki no Yona

Warnings: angst, with a bitter-sweet ending

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other (not Hak)

Is being envious a bad thing? Is it that bad to feel it? Is it so bad that I'm jealous of her? I know, I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help it: Hak, my husband, loves Yona, my sister, and I feel terrible.

To be honest, I've always known this, yet I loved him so much I agreed to marry him when my father proposed it to me.

I still remember what I thought when he proposed marriage to me: maybe you won't be the right one, but I still want to be your wife, Hak.

Finally, I gave in to a selfish desire of mine: I hoped I would be able to make him fall in love with me, but I couldn't.

~ 💙 ~

Why, Hak? Why don't you look at me? Why do you console Yona and not me? The one who was killed was also my father, not just her.

"Hak?"

"Not now (Y/N). Yona-hime (princess Yona) is sleeping."

"Yes..." You shouldn't hug only her.

I'm not saying you shouldn't console her, but at least pretend you care a little about me. At least try to console me: hug me and say sweet words to me, like you did with Yona.

Please...

~ 💙 ~

Since we began our journey to find the Four Dragons, I've been trying to spend some time with Hak, but Yona wouldn't let me: she kept butting in every time we were alone! I sometimes feel like she does it on purpose, but Yona isn't that kind of person, especially after what happened to our father.

I've also noticed Hak is becoming a lot more protective, not only of Yona but of others as well. However, I wish he was so protective of me too, but instead everything remained as before.

However, I'm your wife, Hak! I'm not asking for maximum attention, but I would at least like you to go a little beyond the "good morning" when you wake up and the "good night" before going to sleep (by the way, not even with me). I mean, everyone we meet thinks your wife is Yona and not me! Even the Dragons thought so the first time we met.

Really: you aren't probably the right one...

~ 💙 ~

I can't take it anymore! Every day is harder and harder!

I'm dying of jealousy for Hak and Yona, and I feel terrible. I don't want to be jealous, but I'm not entirely wrong either: nothing has improved since the start of the trip.

Everything is like when we were at the castle...

~ 💙 ~

"Hello, Hak! How are you?"

"Fine." He didn't even look at me.

"Emmm... What are you doing today?" How stupid! I couldn't ask a stupider question: he's obviously looking at my sister!

"I'm looking at Yona-hime. Do you need something?"

"I-I would like to know if you would be willing to come with me to the market one day."

"Sorry, (Y/N)-hime (princess (Y/N)), I can't go out with you: I'm busy taking care of your sister." As always, after all.

Otou-sama (father), why can't I have a bodyguard too? Why does only Yona have it? Why don't you ever consider me?

Why doesn't anyone consider me?

~ 💙 ~

"I'm not clingy or demanding! I just want… I just want to know why it seems like I don't matter to you. I'm your wife!"

Hak and I are arguing. I didn't like feeling these kinds of emotions and I couldn't stand that situation anymore, so I told Hak about it, thinking it might be a good idea. Of course, I didn't expect him to become more affectionate with me, but I hoped he would at least understand me a little and tone down his attention on Yona.

"You are, but you aren't my first priority, and it's time you realized that and stopped getting in my way! I'm tired of you nagging me all the time! Stay away from me for a while and go away!"

What?

What he said?

I? Clingy to him?

"What did you say?"

"You've heard." His voice is chilling; he's really angry.

"Hak, nee-san (big sister), you two should calm down." I can't stand her anymore! Always getting in the way!

"Shut up! I'm really angry with you too!"

"Why? What have I done?" She really is so damn innocent and stupid! She doesn't understand anything!

"Do you even dare ask me? Are you stupid? Since we left, you've been complaining about wanting to get stronger, but what have you actually done? Have you ever managed to do anything? To save someone? Not to be protected? Do you know how much you annoyed me? I'm not like you: I had no one to protect me, even though I was the eldest daughter and heir to the throne. I had to defend myself, I had to learn to fight alone, I always did everything alone! Don't you dare come here, after you keep putting my husband in danger and fluttering your eyelashes at him, even though he's married to your sister!"

It all happens in an instant: a noise, and then a very strong pain in my right cheek.

Huh? What?

"Don't you ever dare talk to Yona-hime like that again!" Hak?

Was it you? Did you hit me on the cheek? Did you hit your wife to protect another woman? How...

"Hak?"

"Don't call me that anymore and don't be with us anymore. Go away."

"W-what?" How could you say that?

Tears stream down my face.

I feel terrible. My head hurts, I can't breathe, I feel dizzy...

I know, or rather I've always known, Hak cares more about Yona than me and he'll always protect her, despite everything.

I always knew, Hak, I always knew you aren't the right one for me...

"All right. If that is what you all want, I'll walk away. Hak, don't think of me as your wife anymore: you and I no longer exist. I hope you and Yona will be happy together. Goodbye."

~ 💙 ~

It's been a while since I've been away from my sister, Hak and the others, and I couldn't feel better: I found a man, (S/O), who really loves me, who I care about a lot. However, the story with Hak is still an open wound in my heart, even if my current boyfriend understands me and he never makes me worry about this; he's just a perfect boy!

Now, (S/O) and I are at the market buying everything we need to make our lunch. I'm at the fruit stand; he moved away from me because he had met one of his friends.

While I'm choosing fruit to buy, a familiar sound reaches my ears: Hak! Although my mind isn't even processing everything that is happening, my body is already reacting to his voice, so I look around almost desperately to find him: I start running in the direction from which I heard his voice, colliding with some people and risking tripping several times, until I reach him.

Here, right in front of me, there's the man I've loved almost my entire life. He's as beautiful as ever: his blue eyes, which I have always loved to look at, shine like the sea, and his smile is as warm as the embrace of a loved one. However, what makes me so sad is the fact his smile isn't directed at me: he's smiling at Yona, looking at her with so much affection, not at me. He didn't even notice me.

I don't need to see anything else. I don't want to see anything else. I turn and leave.

My mind is full of regret, pain and anger towards myself: why doesn't Hak look at me? What does Yona have that I don't? Why didn't the relationship between us work out? Why do I keep thinking about him? Why don't you get out of my head, Hak?

A few "what if" scenarios ran through my thoughts, although I know there's no point in thinking about them: he's probably engaged to her by now; I, on the other hand, am engaged to (S/O).

I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't do this, nevertheless, as I lean against the wall of an inn, my chest aching like never before, I can't stop the tears from flowing.

~ 💙 ~

"My love? Are you okay?"

"(S/O)?" I lift my head from my crouched position, looking at (S/O). He's crouched in front of me, looking at me worriedly.

Without thinking twice, I throw myself into his arms and hold him, crying into his chest. He returns the hug, immediately holding me tightly and cradling me gently against him, saying sweet words.

"What happened?"

"I... met... Hak..." I tell him, my voice breaking with sobs.

"Oh, my love... Shhhhh, don't worry: everything will be fine. Can I do something to make you feel better?"

"Can you keep hugging me a little longer, please?"

"Of course." (S/O), why are you so kind to me? Why are you close to me, even though you know I love you, but I still love Hak?

I feel like a traitor. I love (S/O), but I still love Hak too, and I don't understand if I really love him or if he's just a replacement for me. I can't understand my feelings, and I don't want to make him suffer...

"Why are you close to me?" My sudden question shocks him.

"How 'why'? Are you thinking about the situation with your ex husband?" How did he figure it out?

I nod, so he holds me even more gently and says: "Don't worry, I already told you. I love you so much, and, if you're confused about your feelings, I'll help you as much as I can, okay?" I nod again, hugging him tighter and pushing my head further into his chest.

What things which were so good have I done to deserve such a kind person next to me?

I may be so selfish, but, even if I still don't have my feelings clear, I want to be with (S/O); I want to feel as good as when I'm with him; I want to feel that beautiful feeling I feel when we're together forever.

"Thank you, (S/O). Can I ask you something else?"

"Yes." I gently pull away from our embrace and look into his eyes.

"Can we be together forever?" He looks at me with wide eyes and a blush that quickly colors all his cheeks; then, his eyes soften and a sweet smile spreads across his face.

"Of course we can. Come -(S/O) stands up and he takes my hand and helps me get up- let's go home."

Thank you, Hak. You weren't the right one for me, but thanks to what happened between us I'm happy now.

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realclever · 2 years ago

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Here’s a cheat sheet I made for myself to know the chapter numbers for when significant HakYona Moments occurred in the Akatsuki No Yona manga. I figured I’d just share it in case anyone else finds it useful.

If some of the phrases don’t make sense it’s because I made them extra short to fit on one line in my notes app. For vague statements like “Wind tribe” I just think the whole chapter is a HakYona moment

Covers up to chapter 226

Spoilers ahead***

FB = Flashback

Chapters:

3 FB when Hak became Yona’s bodyguard

4 FB Hak, Yona and Soowon snow day and get sick

5 Hak picks leeches off of Yona

6-7 wind tribe

8 “give yourself to me Hak”

9-10 the cliff

12 kiss attempt / forehead slam

15 archery lesson, Hak warns: “I’ll get greedy”

16 Yona swipes Hak’s dagger

17 Hak: “the way she looks when she takes risks”

19 Kija interrupts Yona feeding Hak

22 Yona makes Hak stay as lookout in cave

32 Honey scene

40 Yona saw Soowon in Awa. Protective Hak

41 Love potion

47 Swordsmanship, Hak low key confesses

49 Hak and Yona doodles

52 Yona: “I’ll sleep with Hak”

60-61 Hak and Yona as kids

62 Jae-ha teases Hak, forehead kiss

63 Hak and Yona share a tent

64-65 Jealous Yona

75 Yona wraps Haks bandages

76 Hak bets on Yona’s archery

80 Shirtless Hak cover

81 Yona thinks of Hak (water tribe girl talk)

83 Injured Yona caretaker Hak

91 Yona stops Hak from killing Soo-Won

92 Hand holding, smile and hug

95 Kid proposes & asks Yona if she likes hak

98 Hak gives cheek kiss before “sacrifice”

106 -107 HakYona catch a bear

107-108 trapped together in seiryuus shrine

108 Yona->Hak “I won’t hand you over to ghosts”

109 Yona admires sleeping hak

109-111 Yona gives Hak the necklace

111.5 “Hak can you sleep with me”

121 Hak hugs Jae-ha and Zeno for saving Yona

122 Yona wants a Hak hug too

123 big Hak + Yona moments

124 Yona talks about Hak with Lilli

125 Hak flashbacks and saves pin for Yona

131 “I’ll go with you no matter where”

134 Cuddles & Hak pretends to be Ao

134.1 flashback Hak & Yona New Years

134.2 fierce candy, Hak is Yona’s “weakness”

137 Kiss in Ogi’s shop

142 Hak & Yona reunion

143 Hak shields Yona. Kouren & Neguro parallels

144 Hak->Yona “Don’t leave my side anymore”

146 Yona tries to carry Hak, Hak: “We need to talk”

151 Yona jealous and awkward

152 Hak’s confession

153 -154 Hak being playful. Yona being nervous

157 Hak leans next to Yona as she rests

157.5 Haks debut as general

158 Hak: “My feelings of love are not a lie”

159 HakYona one bed at fire tribe castle

163 Hand holding to “absorb power”

174 Hak saves Yona from fire, “I love you”

175 rescue and Water kiss

176-177 Yona says I love you more clearly

183 Post tournament, Hak schemes

187 Yona realizes she can’t see the gang

188 Yona hides from Hak

194 Baby HakYona FB

199 Yona thinks of Hak as her lover

200 Hak covertly checks on Yona

201 Hak gets “arrested” KISS!!!

202 “I want to be closer”

204.5 Yona staring at pictures of delivery boy Hak

205 Hak wants to meet Yona badly but doesn’t want to cause trouble for her

207 Yona jumps from window to say bye to Hak

211 “As long as Hak believes in me”

215 Hak gets swept up in flood

216 Yona has breakdown about Hak

224 Hak reunites with HHB on battlefield

225 Hak kisses Yona intensely while in daze from rain induced panic

226 Yona’s presence calmed Hak

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tacticaldiary · 3 years ago

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Captured

Pairing: Reader x Son Hak

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

He knows he shouldn’t have let her out of his sight, especially in such an unfamiliar area.

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The rope digs into her wrists harshly, and she can tell that they’ve broken skin by the stinging. Sitting against one of the walls in the dingy basement, all the can do is glare at her captors in disgust.

“Should a lady really be bestowing such a foul expression?” One of the five men in the room sneers, walking over and kneeling in front of Y/N. She fights the urge to recoil and shrink back. She wouldn’t let these men know she was afraid.

“People like you don’t deserve anything but.” She spits out, squirming on the spot in an attempt to get her hands loose.

A sharp crack, followed by a muffle cry and a stinging pain send her head to the side, the blow to her face clearly going to leave a bruise.

“We may need to teach you some manners.” The man continues, grabbing her chin and wrenching her face to meet his gaze. Y/N doesn’t back down, glaring at him with hateful eyes. Her hands are shaking behind her back and she wants nothing more than to see her friends again...to see Hak again, because Hak was definitely more than a friend now.

They had gotten separated while taking on a group of bandits in a town near the border. She remembers how hesitant Hak was to leave her side and assist the others. He rarely left her unguarded as it was, and the one time he does leave...well.

This wasn’t the most ideal situation. She does know, however, that her friends would come for her. That’s the one thing she’s confident in.

That confidence is anything but fake.

Before she can retort, there’s a distant sound of raised voices and the clinking of metal echoes through the hall leading to the room. The man releases her and glances back at the door, eyes narrowed. He signals the other 4 men in the room to go an investigate.

Grave mistake on his part, really.

The moment the men open the door, they’re thrown back into the room, crashing against the opposite wall. Looking up tiredly, Y/N can’t help but sigh in relief at the familiar figure.

“It’s hard to breath underground, you know.” Hak says, and although his tone is even, his eyes show absolute fury, darkening as they find her and the state she's in. They find home for a few seconds on the bruise forming on her cheek and Y/N can tell this wouldn't end well for the men.

“Step away from her. Now.” He raises his glaive at the ready and the captor, who quickly realises all his other men are unconscious, reaches behind him and yanks Y/N up and in front of him. She yelps at the sudden harsh movement, wincing as the rope digs further into her wrists.

“Let me pass, or this woman dies.” Her breath hitches at the feel of cool metal at her throat.

Hak looks at the scene, jaw clenching. His eyes lock with hers for a second and with the most minuscule nod, both of them make a sudden move.

Y/N uses her foot to kick at the man’s knee, sending him to the ground, the knife brushing against her neck. The blade never cuts her though, as Hak is by her side in a flash, hand clamped down onto the mans wrist. Easily twisting the knife out of his hand and pulling her against him in one swift movement, Hak easily knocks the man out with a single blow.

The sudden silence in the room only lasts a few seconds, before Y/N finally relaxes and sighs. She wobbles, unsteady on her feet after hours of being held captive. She about to pitch forward, but is stopped by Hak, who wraps his arms around her, doing quick work of untying her hands.

The hug is tight and warm and Y/N can’t help but clutch onto the back of his robes, burying her face in his chest. She missed him. It was hard being strong and brave for so long and she just wanted to see him, to touch him again. It felt like forever since she's gotten to be near him.

“This was my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone. Forgive me.” He mumbles, arms tightening around her.

It had been utter hell being away from her, not knowing if she was safe or even alive.

“No, I asked you to. The others needed help.” She shakes her head, letting herself melt in his grasp.

She can hear her friends voices down the hall. Hak must have left them to deal with the other bandits. Pulling away gently, she attempts to peer around Haka and into the hallway, but is stopped by him grabbing her wrists.

He stares at her bloody hands, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. If only he hadn’t been foolish enough to leave her, or even been quicker to get to her. The soft intake of breath when his fingers brush against the wound snaps him back.

“We’ll get Yoon to look at this.” He says and the way he holds her hands are as it they’re made of glass. Precious and delicate, something that only the most worthy would be able to touch. He knows she’s anything but fragile, but it’s the instinctive need to protect and keep her safe that makes him loath the idea of anybody who wishes her harm touching her.

“Thank you for coming.” Her voice breaks through his thoughts once again, and when he meets her eyes, he feels like the breath has been knocked out of him. Although he’s pretty much mastered how to conceal it, she always makes him feel like he can't breath around her, his heartrate always just a tad bit faster.

“Of course. I’ll always come for you.”

It’s that simple truth that makes her smile, varying degrees of red colouring both their faces.

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(15/10/2021)

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littleroaes · 11 months ago

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Hurt my heart and put bandaid on it in the short time of reading🥹🥹 the Christmas feel is so on point, I love the vibe~~~

Moments to save:

"y/n!" you heard someone yell your name, a joyful juhaknyeon running out the doors of the pub with a cigarette settled above his ear like a ballpoint pen. he was wearing the flat cap you'd bought him as a joke last christmas, his pint of guinness spilling from the sides clumsily as he was so excited to see you. "haknyeon!" you exclaimed, running to give him a hug and took in the scent of his familiar cologne, mixed with a strong scent of booze. "I've missed you so much!"

That’s such a cute look!

25TH OF DECEMBER: LAST YEAR christmas day was coming to a close, you still hadn't broke it to him yet, the love of your life, that you were leaving the village in the beginning of january. the boy who's name was juyeon did everything a boyfriend usually would for you, you were in love in such a way that words couldn't describe. he was a bricklayer in the town, living his life humbly hoping to give you the best life he could.

No I’m already sad 😭😭

he sighed, giving you a tight hug, his eyes glancing down to his pockets. little did you know, there was another offer you wouldn't have refused lying in there next to his car keys. a small crushed velvet box with a diamond ring, one he could never gift to you - since you were leaving for good. the crumpled speech he'd revised would later be littered with tear drops, his life crumbling apart.

NOOOOOOO im not okay

"SPEECH. SPEECH. SPEECH." The boys began chanting all of a sudden, taunting Sangyeon who appeared to be a little more tipsy than the rest his ears tinting a light a pink as he took a sip of his lager. "Okay. Okay."

Pfffft the way I can see this lol!

As you began catching up with Younghoon, he seemed to bring up how he'd recently done a job for your parents, reinstalling their bathroom. The sound of their names resurfacing the guilt for leaving them. "You sound like you need to come home." Younghoon stated as he spotted tears welling at your waterline, quickly moving your hand to dab them away.

The other guys are so cute in this too I-

You felt a hand gently touch your leg, containing yourself from jolting backwards in shock, you discreetly looked down to find Juyeon's hand gently caressing your leg - something he used to do a lot to calm you down in public if you felt a bit nervous. "I probably do!" You giggled slightly, a nervous hiccup triggering a laugh of adoration from Juyeon.

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"Do it. Come home, I need a copywriter for my company." Haknyeon looked across the table genuinely, turning heads with the statement. "Really?" You looked at your phone slightly, (25) missed calls from your boss glowing on the screen since he'd been trying to call you in. "Of course." He laughed jovially in reply, sliding his phone across the pub table to show you the post for a copywriter he'd listed on a job site. "The pay probably isn't as much as you currently make, but it might mean you get to come home and when my company expands I'm sure that will change." You smiled at Haknyeon, considering the post in your head.

Haks so cute in this it actually hurts😭

"It's not that, Juyeon. I got such an amazing opportunity in the city-" You began to argue, thinking of how amazing the job offer was in the city, installed with the false hope of climbing up the ladder and becoming an important figure to a significant company. "But you heart is here. You want home, you know you do. So don't waste that opportunity to be here again. Don't walk out on me again." He begged you, a strand of his jet black hair falling in front of his face, his eyes sparkling down on you with diamonds of hope glistening in his irises. "I love you. I still do." He suddenly came out with the statement, stunning your speech, knowing at heart he wasn't trying to sabotage your career he just wanted your happiness

Crying Straight up classic romantic movie vibes😭

The mistletoe hung above you ironically

YESSSS *smashes like button again*

As you parted, his hand resting against your cheek, you quickly broke and began sprinting towards the cab looking back at him, he stared in shock and defeat as he saw you looking back with watery tears. "I'm going back to get my stuff."

Scared me fr😭

He dashed over to you in the snow, immediately dropping the burning cigarette in his hand to embrace you in the tightest hug he'd ever given you. "Keep the bed warm for me in the morning." You laughed, causing him to smile, a singular tear of vulnerability falling down his cheek as he looked down at you with amounts of love you've never felt before. "I will.

Let’s gooooooo

As the snow fell across the village and street lamps lit up the small high-street stores you grew up around, an onlooker smiled in his flat cap having watched the whole scene with his cigarette and guinness in hand. His plan to bring everything back together had worked and would be reveal it to anyone? Of course not. Haknyeon chuckled, drinking the last of his pint before walking to Juyeon, the two walking the high street home laughing and joking as if everything had never changed.

Hak you little I-

Perfect endling literally

⋆⁺.CHRISTMAS LIGHTS ︶꒷꒦︶ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

⋆⁺. ︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶ ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

➸ ⋆⁺. [⛸️] description: the city was lonely, as they say home is where the heart is. as you return to see your childhood friends for the annual christmas get together, old faces resurface unhealed wounds that you wish you could rewind. ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

➸ ⋆⁺. member: juyeon x you

➸ ⋆⁺. genre: angst to fluff

➸ ⋆⁺. word count: 2k+

the moors were covered in a glistening blanket of the whitest snow, the sky overcast with a light grey hue whilst the trees lonely and desolate of leaves hung themselves over the landscape perfectly.

you were nervous, a slight shake in your hands as the cars heating blasted warm air into the passenger seat, driving to the cabin bar where your old friends had organised the yearly christmas get together.

you’d moved away to the city after the last christmas, leaving your small countryside village behind - unwilling to settle for a manual labor job and stay in the country forever. you prioritised your ambition and career over a humble life readily paved out for you.

however, admittedly you’d missed the village, the city was nothing in comparison, the sense of community you’d lost, the friends you’d left behind, life wasn’t the same without them.

or should you say… him.

“we’re here, ma’am.” the taxi driver that had drove you all these miles announced, you gave him a smile and your thanks before telling him to have a lovely christmas as he drove off into the distance of the high street, strung with christmas lights and foliage.

the small pub where you’d grew up was bustling with laughter and joy, the faint melody of “fairytale of new york” by the pogues leaking from the wooden doors.

“y/n!” you heard someone yell your name, a joyful juhaknyeon running out the doors of the pub with a cigarette settled above his ear like a ballpoint pen. he was wearing the flat cap you’d bought him as a joke last christmas, his pint of guinness spilling from the sides clumsily as he was so excited to see you.

“haknyeon!” you exclaimed, running to give him a hug and took in the scent of his familiar cologne, mixed with a strong scent of booze. “i’ve missed you so much!”

“you’ve missed us? we thought you’d forgotten all about us!” he laughed jokingly hitting you on the back, as he walked you into the bar where all your other friends were sat around a large booth towards the back.

you’d greeted everyone with a smile, reuniting with kevin and jacob asking you all about your city life and the things you’d gotten up to since you’d left. the bar was full of old regulars, the floors were carpeted in the same shade of red with gold accents highlighting the room.

“yeah, it’s been a pretty busy year for me.” you laughed, unable to focus on the conversation. you looked around the pub, checked the bar, but he was nowhere to be found.

“you’re looking for him, aren’t you?” hyunjae asked, sat next to you with his new wife chatting away to another one of the boys’ girlfriends eagerly.

“yeah.” you sighed, feeling let down that he hadn’t shown up, which considering how you’d left things last year you weren’t surprised.

“don’t get too down about it yet, he’s missed you, i’m sure he’ll make an appearance at some point.” hyunjae smiled with reassurance, taking a short sip of his pint before chipping into the conversation his wife was having.

“how’s the electrics company going?” you asked haknyeon, taking your mind off the entire thing as he smiled and began trailing off about all of his work dramas.

⋆⁺. ︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶ ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

it’d been 3 hours of chatting, catching up and laughter, however he still hadn’t shown up. the afternoon was soon turning evening, despite your belief in your ability to conceal your emotions, everyone noticed your solemn undertones - understanding why you weren’t in the greatest mood, considering the events of last christmas.

⋆⁺. ︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶ ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

🎄🕰️: 25TH OF DECEMBER: LAST YEAR

christmas day was coming to a close, you still hadn’t broke it to him yet, the love of your life, that you were leaving the village in the beginning of january.

the boy who’s name was juyeon did everything a boyfriend usually would for you, you were in love in such a way that words couldn’t describe. he was a bricklayer in the town, living his life humbly hoping to give you the best life he could.

on the evening of christmas day, you’d been sat watching christmas films with him sat in his arms guiltily revising the city job offer you’d received just 3 days prior.

“y/n?” the boy next to you hummed “i have to tell you something.”

you looked up at his deep brown eyes with guilt, his white sweater complimenting his gold wristwatch and necklace.

“i have to tell you something too.” you replied exhaling a deep breath, his expression looking at you with so much love you’d almost choked on your words.

“you go first.” his hand gently brushing your spine, running up to your shoulder as you gulped nervously.

“i’ve been offered a job in the city.” you concisely formed the sentence, breaking the news off from your guilt heavy conscience.

“what?- you’re leaving?” his expression changed to an unclear frown, his eyes confused and almost hurt with the sudden news. “what about us?”

“i don’t know juyeon, but it’s an offer i can’t refuse.” you tried to explain your decision and at heart he already knew it was the best decision for you.

“it’s okay. just know if you ever want to come back and live here. I’m here for you.” he sighed, giving you a tight hug, his eyes glancing down to his pockets.

little did you know, there was another offer you wouldn’t have refused lying in there next to his car keys. a small crushed velvet box with a diamond ring, one he could never gift to you - since you were leaving for good. the crumpled speech he’d revised would later be littered with tear drops, his life crumbling apart.

🎄🕰️BACK TO PRESENT DAY

⋆⁺. ︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶ ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

you got up to go get another drink from the bar, ordering a beverage to settle the nerves that tangled like knots in your stomach. the feeling of emptiness opening like a dark void in your conscience.

the pub doors opened, a familiar tall figure in a black trench coat stepping inside, the scent of a fresh cigarette lingering in the air, immediately turning your head to the scent of old spice and home.

he’d made it, his jet black hair, beautiful brown eyes all stood before you as he wiped his boots on the welcome matt, his jacket catching flakes of fallen snow.

your heart either shattered, or put itself back together - you couldn’t tell which as it was such an unclear feeling of overwhelming nature you’d never felt before.

he locked eyes with you, just for a few seconds as if he considered saying hello or running back out the door. taking hesitant steps towards the bar where you were.

“it’s lovely to see you again.” juyeon smiled slightly, battling internalised emotions he’d tried to avoid. leaning over the bar and avoiding the contact of your eyes which looked up at his face brightly.

“same goes for you. how have you been?” the confidence you’d tried to assert on your voice leaving only above a whisper.

“i can’t say i’ve been great.” he chuckled in an almost bittersweet way, running his fingers through his neatly styled hair with a sigh.

“that’s not good, i’m sure things will be better for you next year, at least i hope.” you tried to think of a kind response, instead probably coming across as the most patronising piece of shit in the process.

“i hope so too.” he smiled, as you collected your drink and turned around to see every single pair of your friends eyes gawking at the situation.

“can you guys make yourselves any more obvious?” you laughed placing your drink on the table in embarrassment and sitting back down next to hyunjae.

juyeon soon came to sit beside you, the group greeting him briefly and apologising for his lateness. he had work that day, you didn’t know how you’d forgotten being so caught up in your selfish little world.

“how is work?” you asked nervously as conversations resumed around you, the tension between the two of you building intensely.

“i got promoted to site manager.” he smiled, as you congratulating him with a laugh knowing how much he’d wanted to get that position.

“how’s the city?” he scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his you’d picked up after years of knowing him.

“to be honest? not great. i miss home, i don't really have anyone there." you took a sip of your drink, eyes remaining on the polished wooden table with regret.

“well like i said you’re always welcome to come back.” he grumbled, looking around to everyone else’s conversations at the table, his eyes wandering to the christmas tree in the corner - coated in a thick gold tinsel with baubles strung messily across the tree.

“SPEECH. SPEECH. SPEECH.” The boys began chanting all of a sudden, taunting Sangyeon who appeared to be a little more tipsy than the rest his ears tinting a light a pink as he took a sip of his lager.

“Okay. Okay.” He calmed down their excitement before standing up in front of the the large table with his drink in hand. “First of all, I’d like to thank you all for coming this year and I think it’s important to address everyone’s hard work this year. I would like to thank Haknyeon for his persistence to plan this, I know we only all see each other driving past on our jobs but it’s refreshing to see you all face to face. Y/n thank you for travelling so far to see us, although things are different since you’ve been here last. It’s lovely to have everyone together. To a good christmas.” He raised his pint in the air as the boys howled in cheer, taking a sip and sitting back down in his place at the table.

“Thanks, Sangyeon. That was great.” You looked at the man across the table with a genuine smile, his gaze glancing between you and Juyeon before he returned the smile with ruddy cheeks.

As you began catching up with Younghoon, he seemed to bring up how he’d recently done a job for your parents, reinstalling their bathroom. The sound of their names resurfacing the guilt for leaving them.

“You sound like you need to come home.” Younghoon stated as he spotted tears welling at your waterline, quickly moving your hand to dab them away. You felt a hand gently touch your leg, containing yourself from jolting backwards in shock, you discreetly looked down to find Juyeon’s hand gently caressing your leg - something he used to do a lot to calm you down in public if you felt a bit nervous.

“I probably do.” You giggled slightly, a nervous hiccup triggering a laugh of adoration from Juyeon.

“Do it. Come home, I need a copywriter for my company.” Haknyeon looked across the table genuinely, turning heads with the statement.

“Really?” You looked at your phone slightly, (25) missed calls from your boss glowing on the screen since he’d been trying to call you in.

“Of course.” He laughed jovially in reply, sliding his phone across the pub table to show you the post for a copywriter he’d listed on a job site. “The pay probably isn’t as much as you currently make, but it might mean you get to come home and when my company expands I’m sure that will change.”

You smiled at Haknyeon, considering the post in your head. Did you really want to come home? Would you be really losing that much money with the prices of living in the city?

“Honestly-” The bell for last drinks at the bar sounded, as the boys cheered it was time for home, the bar soon closing. Everyone got up to leave, saying their goodbyes with hugs and words of sentiment for each other.

“Well, until next year.” Juyeon laughed, bittersweetly walking you out to the the sheltered entrance where the cab that would soon drive you back to city was parked it’s engine growling, it’s lights brightly shining on to the cobbled high streets.

“I don’t think.. I want to leave.” You felt your eyes beginning to water again, the thought of going back to the loneliness of the city taunting you at the back of your mind.

“Then stay. There’s a job here for you-” Juyeon erratically told you, the cigarette he’d freshly lit falling to to his sides with his arms.

“It’s not that, Juyeon. I got such an amazing opportunity in the city-” You began to argue, thinking of how amazing the job offer was in the city, installed with the false hope of climbing up the ladder and becoming an important figure to a significant company.

“But you heart is here. You want home, you know you do. So don’t waste that opportunity to be here again. Don’t walk out on me again.” He begged you, a strand of his jet black hair falling in front of his face, his eyes sparkling down on you with diamonds of hope glistening in his irises.

“I love you. I still do.” He suddenly came out with the statement, stunning your speech, knowing at heart he wasn’t trying to sabotage your career he just wanted your happiness; he wanted you back.

The mistletoe hung above you ironically, snow beginning to fall lightly the temperature dropping, however the feeling of warmth and comfort keeping you cozy in the small entrance way to the pub. Juyeon looked up to observe the plant hanging above you, before leaning in to touch his lips to yours, sealing a kiss that asserted so much passion almost his final beg to get you back.

“I’m going back to get my stuff.” You yelled to him, ready to return to the city and bring your things back to the place you belonged. He dashed over to you in the snow, immediately dropping the burning cigarette in his hand to embrace you in the tightest hug he’d ever given you.

“Keep the bed warm for me in the morning.” You laughed, causing him to smile, a singular tear of vulnerability falling down his cheek as he looked down at you with amounts of love you’ve never felt before.

“I will. I’ll start putting the christmas tree up too, ready for you.” He joked back, the smile on his face shining as if he’d never smiled since you were last with him. You quickly jumped to give him a final kiss, a fire relighting in your stomach as if it was the best feeling in the world.

“See you soon.” He opened the cab door for you, closing it as you got in safely, not forgetting to give you a peck on the cheek before gently closing the door.

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a/n: hi daisies! i’m yet to proofread this so cut me slack for any grammatical errors. this took me so long and i hope you love this little world as much as i do. merry christmas 🤍

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Lee Sangyeon x Ju Haknyeon - Sideways

dom! Sangyeon x soft sub! Haknyeon x bratty sub! fem! reader

Warnings: polyamorous r/s, boy x boy, anal, lingerie, daddy kink, 'puppy' is a petname for Hak, 'kitty' for reader, using a tie as restraint, some spanking, unprotected sex, lots of cum lol

Haknyeon moans softly, his small hands clutching your waist as your plump lips mesh with his plush pink ones. "K-kitty, we shouldn't be doing this, daddy could be back any minute," he whispers as you suck gently at the skin on his neck. You merely giggle at the thought of Sangyeon catching you two in such a position. Part of you didn't really care either, because when you walked in on Haknyeon putting on some lingerie, you knew you couldn't keep your hands to yourself.

The boy had put on a baby blue set that flattered his skin tone, lace panties that hugged his ample ass perfectly and was snug around his thick cock. He had put it on as a surprise for Sangyeon when he came home, but apparently you beat him to it. You instantly latched on and roamed your hands around his body, and though Haknyeon wanted to tell you to stop, he was a sucker for your kisses and touches, and eventually relented. And that was how you ended up on top of him on your shared king-sized bed, when Sangyeon walks in.

"Puppy? Kitty?" came his voice from the doorway. Haknyeon bolts upright in shock, nearly throwing you off. The older man takes in the scene before him, eyes raking over Haknyeon's voluptous figure in his brand-new lingerie, and your barely-there outfit of Sangyeon's oversized tshirt, tiny panties and long socks. You don't bother climbing off Haknyeon, merely turning your body to wave cheekily at your older boyfriend, which doesn't amuse him.

"What did I tell you about playing with each other while daddy's at work?" he asks, his voice dropping a couple octaves in seriousness.

"No touching without daddy's permission," you and Haknyeon replied in unison.

Sangyeon flares his nose in disappointment. "And yet, look at you both."

You roll your eyes, ever so bratty, and brandish your hand at Haknyeon as you finally clamber off him. "You can't blame me daddy, look how pretty he looks! You would do the same!" you argued. Sangyeon narrows his eyes at you before shifting his stare to the younger boy, making him shiver under his darkening gaze.

"He does look ravishing," Sangyeon agrees, approaching the bed, reaching out a large hand to grasp Haknyeon by the throat, slowly sliding it down his front, stopping just shy of his straining cock. "Did you get all dressed up for me, puppy?" he muses, and the younger boy frantically nods. "Thank you baby that's really thoughtful of you," he murmurs before cupping Haknyeon's cock through his panties, making the boy moan lewdly at the feeling of his warm hand around his sensitive cock.

Sangyeon captures his bruised lips (courtesy of your earlier activities) in a passionate kiss, biting and sucking on those soft pink pillows as he gropes his poor aching cock, making the younger rut up into his hand, moaning into the kiss. They continue to make out for a while, Sangyeon pushing him back down to lie on the bed before you, his large hands grabbing and massaging every expanse of skin on the younger. Haknyeon can only whine and moan, taking all that's given, and clutches onto Sangyeon's sinewy arms that are threatening to rip through his white button-up.

"Daddy! N-no more teasing please, I need you," Haknyeon chokes after a particularly hard grind of Sangyeon's clothed cock against his. The older pulls away, breathless but calm, though the wild look in his eyes is a dead giveaway that he too is massively turned on by the situation. "Get the lube," he barks at you, whose been watching quietly the whole time, fingers in your panties. You bristle at the command, thursting the bottle of lube at him. "What about me?!" you complain, upset at being ignored.

He glares at you, tugging his belt and tie off. He shuffles closer to you, grabbing the lube from your hands before forcing them above your head, tying them to the bedpost with his tie, ignoring your yelps and whines to remove the restraints. "You're gonna sit there and watch and if I so much as hear a single word from you, you're not gonna cum at all tonight, you hear me? You got yourself into this mess, kitty," he growls. You're about to protest, but he holds out the belt, threatening to gag you with it if you misbehave some more.

You lower your eyes, fighting the urge to cry from the lack of attention, and look away as you hear the hushed words of affection being exchanged by the two men, the snap of the lube bottle being opened, and the wet sound of lube-covered fingers.

"I'm already prepped, daddy," Haknyeon blushes, shyly avoiding Sangyeon's eyes as the older spreads his legs apart. The older snickers, finding it cute at how well-thought out Haknyeon's plan was, before pulling aside the fabric of his panties. Sure enough, a bejeweled sapphire plug was nestled between his ample cheeks, and he gives it an experimental tug. The boy whimpers, and Sangyeon begins pulling it out, cooing as he watched the curves of the plus stretching his rim out so prettily. Once it's out, the pink hole clenches and unclenches around nothing, begging to be filled, and Sangyeon can barely wait.

He sticks his lubed fingers into the hole, and Haknyeon gasps, arching his back at the cold liquid being spread in and around his hole. It sounds filthy and they've barely even begun, and your panties are soaked from arousal already, screaming internally at how unfair this is going to be for you. Sangyeon unzips his pants, not bothering to take them off completely. Instead he pulls his cock out, giving it a few good strokes with the remainder of the lube on his hands before lining it up with Haknyeon's hole.

He casts a scathing look towards you. "Are you watching, kitty?" he asks, and when you nod grumpily, he chuckles. "Good." And he pushes himself into Haknyeon's fluttering hole, making the smaller boy groan at the sudden fullness, and a low whine escapes you as you watch his ass swallow Sangyeon's thick girth. He keeps going until he's fully sheathed, balls deep, smirking at the way Haknyeon's eyes roll up into the back of his head in pleasure. He pecks another kiss to his lips before pulling out and slamming back in, bruising the younger's hips with the grip he has on him.

Your eyes are transfixed on the spot where they're connected, watching as Sangyeon mercilessly pummels into Haknyeon's ass, the hypnotic push and pull of his hips, and the filthy sounds of slick skin slapping against each other. It only gets worse for you when Hanknyeon keeps moaning like a bitch in heat as Sangyeon speeds up, and starts teasing his nipples, knowing how much you love your nipples toyed with, but you can't have it. You squirm in agony, rubbing your thighs desperately together for some sort of friction, and you don't notice the way Sangyeon's lips quirk up further at your frustrations.

"Daddy, daddy right there yes! Ahh, ahh, I'm gonna cum daddy I wanna cum!" Haknyeon sobs, the rhythmic pounding in his ass too much to handle. He had been hoping for a nice slow, love making session after daddy came home from work, but thanks to you, he got more than he bargained for. He's not complaining, he loves being used like a cocksleeve too, but it's a lot, and it's tiring. Surprisingly, Sangyeon lets him, encouraging him to cum in his panties untouched, and the poor boy spills into the baby blue lace, screaming daddy's name as he trembles from the force of his orgasm.

Sangyeon rubs his warm hands soothingly up and down his body, coaxing him through his orgasm, muttering soft praises of "you look so pretty like this, puppy" and "you did so well for me I love you puppy" and your heart fractures in jealousy. You want to scream, cry and kick out as your pussy throbs in neglected arousal, but you know that if you act out, you're not getting your way tonight. Usually, Sangyeon would make you cum anyway, just depends on how bratty you've been so he can tease you for longer.

Tonight however, you really need him and he seems more serious than usual about denying your orgasm, so you try your best to rein in your brattiness. It takes so much effort that you're crying, hot tears streaming down your face and Haknyeon is the first to notice. He looks at you in alarm, reaching out a hand to grasp your leg, rubbing it softly to soothe you. "Kitty are you okay? Please don't cry I'm so sorry," Haknyeon pouts apologetically, but Sangyeon shrugs apathetically. Gently pulling out, ("aaah" goes Haknyeon at the loss of contact) Sangyeon comes over to lean over you.

"You're okay, kitty. You want daddy to play with you now?" he murmurs, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. You nuzzle into it, relishing his much-needed touch and nod softly, trying to stop the tears. Sangyeon quickly undoes your restraints, and scoops you up into his lap laying you sideways, but your relief doesn't last long when he flips you over, making your ass jut out in the air, and you know just what is coming. "No no daddy please don't spank me!" you beg, eyes wide in fear but all he does is solemnly shake his head.

"You've been misbehaving so much today kitty, you know what happens when you break the rules. I'll make it quick, don't worry," he assures you with a soft kiss to your temple. His strikes are quick and impactful, making your plush ass jiggle and bloom with red handprints, which he soothingly rubs after 10 spanks. He gently turns you over, wiping your fresh tears away and holds you close, and Haknyeon combs his fingers through your hair, the soft scritching of his nails against your scalp so calming. After a while, Sangyeon tugs your shirt up, bunching it up above your breasts, and latches onto a pert nipple, sucking tenderly and lapping at it making you sigh in pleasure. His hands wander lower, dipping under the waistband of your ruined panties to rub a calloused fingertip against your throbbing clit.

"Daddy~" you whimper, hesitantly grinding back onto his finger, needing more stimulation. You feel him smile against your breast, and he obliges, sticking 2 fingers into your dripping core immediately, knowing that you're too needy for him to start things slow. He feels your body tense up in his lap, writhing as he pumps his fingers harshly into you, feeling your warm juices coat his hand. Your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out out of your mouth, a sinful picture of pleasure, and your tiny hands come up to grab his muscular arms. You're so close to the edge, if he keeps this up you're going to cum so soon-

Sangyeon pulls out his fingers as quickly as he shoved them inside you, making you scream in frustration. Furious, you hit his muscular chest with your fists but he merely laughs and catches your hands before you can hit him some more. "If you wanna cum you need to work for it, kitty," he explains, to which you snort. "Haki didn't have to work for it."

The poor boy blushes in embarrassment, not expecting to be caught in the crossfire. "Puppy got all dressed up for me, but you wanted to have him all to yourself, so you gotta make it up to me don't you think?" Sangyeon muses, gripping your jaw to face him when you turn away in disdain. "And you know just what to do."

Without another word, he strips completely, making you and Haknyeon's jaws drop at the expanse of muscle. You live together and see him every day but you both agree that he's hottest during his displays of power and dominance. The older man leans back against the pillows and the headboard, spreading his thick thighs, bringing attention to his erect cock; veiny, throbbing, and beautifully curved. He stares down at you expectantly, looking every bit like a Greek god, and you feel yourself shrink in humility and arousal. You crawl over in a trance, shedding your oversized tee and panties along the way, before settling yourself on his lap, legs forcefully kept apart by his thighs, and his massive cock grazing against your aching clit.

He picks you up single handedly with ease, using his other hand to guide his dick into your pussy, and you whimper at the feeling of his tip rubbing at your folds. Slowly, he eases you down, and a pained groan escapes you as your cunt stretches to accommodate his sheer size. "That's it, kitty, you can take all of it," he shushes you with kisses, and you wrap your arms around his neck as you sloppily make out. Once he's fully inside, you don't even want to move, you just love the fullness of his cock inside you, but Sangyeon urges you to ride him properly, squeezing your ass to move you up and down his cock.

The slide of his dick against your walls is addictive, and soon, you find yourself bouncing on his dick, head thrown back in ecstasy, your breasts smothering his face. Sangyeon takes this opportunity to bury his face in your cleavage, the light stubble on his jaw prickling your skin deliciously and you can't stop moaning lewdly. You're so loud that the sound of your moans even masks the squelching sounds of your pussy around his cock.

"Fuck, Haknyeon, shut her up," Sangyeon growls from between your breasts. The younger startles, and hesitantly stands up on the bed, squeezing his dick through his cum-stained panties. He's hard all over again, just by watching you two, trying his best not to touch himself, but since daddy's given him the green light, he quickly tugs his panties off, hissing when his cum covered dick hits the cold air. "Here, kitty," he whispers, mewling when you willingly take his whole cock in your mouth, eagerly swirling your tongue around it like it's your favorite lollipop. Haknyeon clings to the headboard to steady himself, weak in the knees from your enthusiastic blowjob.

Meanwhile Sangyeon's pulled back, leaning against the pillows and watching the both of you with a mix of adoration and lust in his eyes. He reaches out a hand to massage your breast, and his other goes to grope Haknyeon's ass, grinning when both of you moan at the warmth of his hands. It's getting too much for you, being filled from both ends and your nipples being teased, and your bounces get sloppier with every thrust. "Kitty's going to cum soon, and you are too, right puppy?" Sangyeon smirks, and Haknyeon whimpers, nodding frantically as he fucks your mouth. You can't think anymore, overtaken by pleasure, and can only hope that daddy lets you cum this time, when you feel Haknyeon's hot seed spilling into your throat without warning, and you nearly choke.

He quickly pulls you off and kisses your face in apology, hushed whispers of "I'm so sorry kitty I couldn't help myself!" Gulping lungfuls of air that burn your raw throat, you beg daddy to let you cum, and he decides to help you, taking over and fucking you down onto his dick like a cocksleeve, and you feel yourself come undone, hot juices spilling out of your pussy all over his thick cock. Without Haknyeon's cock in your mouth, your loud moans and gasps fill the air, and Sangyeon isn't much further from his own orgasm either. He pulls you off his him, making you and Haknyeon kneel before him.

"Open up, my babies," he growls, roughly jerking himself off, sending ropes of cum splattering across both your faces, swearing and groaning lowly as you both eagerly lap up his seed. It's a filthy scene, but one that he can never get enough of, and he quickly swipes his phone to immortalize the moment, a personal memento of one of his favorite evenings.

After a nice warm shower and a change of sheets, Sangyeon tucks you both into bed as he cleans up the room, and as he chucks the dirty clothes into the laundry basket, he makes a mental note to buy more lingerie for both you and Haknyeon, possibly matching sets with personalized collars. He grins at the thought as he settles into bed, hugging both of you close, falling into a deep slumber surrounded by his favorite people in the world.

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