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braemjeorn · 9 months ago

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CHAPTER XVI [masterlist]

pairing: bang chan x ofc

genre/notes: general audience; regency period drama; family fluff; domesticity; ocassional angst; slowburn; governess!oc; nobility!BC; age differences; age changes

wordcount: 3.5k

summary: mari resettled her calibre and hyunjin celebrated his 10th birthday.

also available in ao3, if you prefer that format

⚠️ All characters that shares the name of real life person in this story are represented in a fictional manner for entertainment purpose, and not to be alluded with real life.

TAGLIST: @spookykryptoniteperson @nixtape-foryou @do-you-know-what-else-is-big

Mari departed after Sunday lunch. Mother Ahn gave some of her biscuits and Junhee the flowers, while Inha tied the ribbons of her hat and hugged her warmly. The carriage—summoned in a rather sudden manner that Sunday—rattled away, and Mari thought that never before had she ached to be in another place within another company in her life when she was ever content to be confined in the school and the village of O–.

It was dark when she arrived at Barlnshore, but Mr Kang received her just as warmly as he did months ago. She meant to quietly go upstairs to clean herself a bit before surprising the boys by their bedroom. Yet Mari had but started to climb the flight of stairs when she felt and heard the thrum of footsteps, rushing down the hall and then descending the steps in a flurry. She laughed as Changbin’s voice rose higher in his excitement, “You’re home, you’re home, you’re home! Miss Son’s home!”

“I am home!” Mari laughed, as she caught him in arms on the landing. She sat down at the hurl of his weight, and the lad merely leaned further into her hold as he crouched down with her. Mari pulls him away to take a better look at his grinning face.

“Did you grow taller? Our Changbinnie?”

“He grows wider,” came a biting grumble from above them.

“Minho, be kind—what did I say about your teasing?” Mari laughed, reaching a hand to the approaching figure. Changbin turned to swat the elder but moved to let him hug Mari.

“That I am not to be insulting— especially to my brothers. I am to run my remarks through my head before I speak to them,” Minho recited flatly, by way of greeting. His punishment for the evening was a tightened hug that made him yelp, and then Mari nuzzled and ruffled his hair before letting him go for the next boy waiting for her.

“Hyunjin, sweetness—come kiss me.”

The boy gave her cheek a soft peck, melting into her arms. “You mustn’t leave, ever again!”

Mari might laugh at the statement to ease the boy otherwise. Yet as she looked into his wide eyes and found it grave, she realized that the settled arrangements would never allow it, and his eyes reflected her fears. It won’t do them both any good to ruin the joy with the truth now, so she settled by kissing him warmly upon his brow.

She let Jisung pepper her with as many kisses as he pleased and pulled Yongbok tighter as he giggled and nuzzled under her jaw. Behind their huddling figures was Commodore Bang, minding them all to let her breathe after a long journey, only for Seungmin to slip through him and crash into her arms. Mari smiled, and he relented to the nature of his overexcited pups.

“One would think you have returned from the other side of the ocean.” Commodore Bang shifted Jeongin in his hold and pulled one hand free to shake hers. “Good to have you back, my—... Miss Son.”

Mari’s heart jumped to her throat, but she returned his smile, and they both ignored the slip. His grasp was a comforting reassurance. Mari was happy to note a warm, natural welcome in her heart. She knew she was in good company, and extended her thanks to him as far as his kind patronship over her all this while. Commodore Bang teased her for her sudden pretty words; the boys laughed; and Jeongin was stirred from his doze by the commotion. Mari cooed over his bleary eyes and tilted her head to be in his vision.

“Yen-ah,” Commodore Bang whispered, tapping the boy’s nose. “Look who’s back.”

The youngest took her in, quite in doubt with himself over the haziness. Mari chuckled. In that dreamy state, he extended his arm and reached out for her, thus eliciting raucous giggles from his older brothers.

“He’s so adorable!” came a squeal.

“Hyung, his eyes are barely open…”

“He just knows Miss Son is here. Don’t you, Yen?”

“No, Yennie, she just came home from a long trip,” Commodore Bang said. Though barely awake, Jeongin made a most insistent effort. Mari let him come gladly, cherishing his warmth and weight.

“I don’t mind, Commodore,” she said. “Might as well take them all to bed.”

“You must rest yourself,” Commodore Bang replied, as Jeongin settled in her arm. “I’ll send for tea. We have rice cakes today with red beans - if you are hungry?”

Mari nodded, she could not refuse. “That will be lovely, Commodore, thank you.”

It all felt too homey.

“A letter for Mr Bambam.”

The man had been lounging in the garden’s chair as if melting under the warm weather. But at the announcement he started, turned, and received the letter with glee that is almost childlike. “My angel remembers me!”

Sitting by him, Mari amusedly went on with her embroideries. They were enjoying the start of spring and the warm sun. The boys were talking with Bernard or playing, while the Commodore and Lady Jang took a turn around the garden. Mr Bambam opened the letter but closed it soon after a short perusal.

“I must save it for later—before a warm fire, and a glass of good wine. Otherwise, she will distract me from my surroundings.”

As he folded the sheet, Mari noticed his gold ring, glinting sharply in the light. She paused and stared, wondering how she could have missed the article, being in his company all these months.

“You are married, Mr Bambam?” she found herself asking, more baffled than accusing. But quickly she felt it an impertinent remark, and continued, “Forgive me—it was rude of me to assume…”

Mr Bambam merely laughed. “I am. You are surprised, Miss Son? One would have thought you would be more observant. But then you already have seven heads to mind.”

“Bachelors are not uncommon,” Mari argued. “Or…—”

She nearly bit her lip at her slip, looking up rather fearfully at her companion. Mr Bambam’s eyes only glinted more playfully at her slip.

“Ah-ah-ah, come now—what ideas are evoked there, Miss Son?”

“Oh, forgive me. The thought of a lover did spring to mind,” Mari replied frankly. “My brains are quite scattered these days.”

“What if it is a lover?” Mr Bambam returned. “Will you think ill and lowly of me, Miss Son?”

“Perhaps,” Mari admitted quietly, for the lack of security and—in a way—general respect would not settle well with her. “I’m dreadfully proper and all… But I would not be unkind unless I genuinely dislike you, and I do not. I might argue a little, but otherwise… I would leave you to your stance of things.”

“Then spare your mind from such worries,” Mr Bambam said. “My wife and I were bound rightfully before the church and the law.”

They fell quiet for a moment; Mari wondered that the carefree uncle retained a bond with a woman like any other man. But with the state of things at present, it could hardly be measured as similar. Mari asked again. “Then why doesn’t she come with you?”

“You see how other couples are inseparable, we are quite the opposite. We don’t mind being as far apart as to be separated in countries, that is true, but not on bad terms.” The new look he gave Mari was more sincere but did not reduce his previous good humour. “Our marriage was arranged in our youth, and we married younger than you are now. We respect each other to not break the arrangement, but our desire for independence and exploration is yet satisfied. So we agreed to give each other leave to travel in our separate ways, delight in separate companies, and take responsibility for each endeavour’s outcome. People don’t understand how we can bear being separated for so long from one another, but then we are not united under normal circumstances. Others assume we loathe each other and were surprised at how warmly we’d greet one another if we crossed at an assembly, not knowing how long we haven’t seen one another.”

“I can imagine.”

“At least we do have a townhouse, a little place to retire to after the summer visits, balls, and excursions end. And well, there are the letters, which she has forgotten for some while, bless her soul. Considering the thickness of it, she must have missed me just as much to pay for so much news. My dear lady—even her writing delivers different comfort than those offered by friends.”

His gaze was upon said friends, who were laughing with his boys. Mari felt sorrow and warmth from his description, and declared, “Despite the peculiar arrangement, I am glad. I wish you both great happiness.”

Mr Bambam turned to Mari, his humour returned with a chuckle, “Miss Son, you and your kind soul!”

“Please always be kind to one another. Should I not be able to find it on my own, I would like to see others having it.”

“I hope that will not be the case, Miss Son,” Mr Bambam said, taking her hand warmly and setting his expression into a hen-like aunt that made Mari giggle.

“If you cannot find happiness with the prince of your dreams, then I hope you shall be comforted with one whose presence you can tolerate. And respect—that is important. But I wish you every good happiness under the sun—beyond mere toleration and contentment to a situation. You deserve greater than it, you deserve one who shares your regard and mind and admiration—for you are young and good, better than the rest of us common folks..”

“Mr Bambam, you know goodness doesn’t make happiness more deserved to few than others...”

Yet he dismisses her by shaking his head and grasping her hand with more insistence, “Take my wishes and fight for your happiness.”

Mari lowered her head, and Mr Bambam took it as a nod and returned to his tea. She picked up her needle again; after some quiet contemplation and boldness stemming from the sweet sponge sandwiches, found herself inquiring, "Do you think...one day you will live with her? Again, as couples commonly do?"

Mr Bambam paused from sipping his tea, a small smile rising on his face. "I should like to."

There was a reduction in the number of tables, therefore placing Mari at the end of the table. The boys were well aware of it.

“Where is her Ladyship?” Seungmin asked.

“She cannot leave the capital for so long—therefore she returned,” Commodore Bang replied. Mari felt it was somewhat too curt and sudden news. She barely expected it at all when they all adjourned for their soiree last night, in the drawing room. She recalled Lady Jang requesting Mari to play for her a particular tune, and her being quite reconciled to the state of beings to indulge the baroness—it was a rather quiet night for the adults, the children filling in the noise aside their playing. Commodore Bang and Lady Jang hardly shared glances.

“When did she leave?” so Mari asked.

Commodore Bang started as he looked up to her, seemingly surprised at her presence or perhaps placement right across him on the table. A cleared throat, then he answered, “At dawn; she wished to arrive by noon.”

Breakfast passed on with enough chatter, Changbin’s whines at Jisung’s teasings, and Jeongin’s giggles. The Commodore made another announcement nearing the end of the meal.

“I shall look into schools starting tomorrow,” he said. “I have received my recommendations, and there is a particular institution I wish to look into. Who knows which might suit our Minho and Changbin better.”

“I suppose,” the eldest mused. The news didn’t bother him much, or he was in such good humour with a satisfied appetite, and thus Minho proceeded to tease the next eldest with winks. “Changbin’s school will have to be a particular one.”

"And some education would do good to smoothen that nonsense of yours, brother?” Changbin responded blandly.

“Oh, but aren’t I taking you with me, Binnie? To occupy ourselves.”

“Minho…” Mari was concerned Changbin might strain his eyes squinting and frowning to the eldest. “Why don’t you finish your milk?”

“Yes, Mother.”

There was a strong thump in her ear, and Mari swore she cracked her neck looking up at the boy. Minho had returned to his plate, unaffected by his… slip? Was it intentional? A joke?

While she was frozen in place, Commodore Bang was as flustered by the words—his cup clattering upon the saucer as his ears bloomed red. He stared at the boy, who pointedly gulped his honeyed milk as the table fell silent. Changbin and Hyunjin gaped; the twins started; Jeongin persistently licked his jam, and Seungmin turned to look at the others. In the end, Mr Bambam’s loud entrance broke the tension and diverted their focus.

The days pass with relative amiability. Mari kept her word that she would return a more energised figure, and their lessons went as well as she might have hoped. The following post-nap walks to the warming hills and fields under the blue sky allowed the spring’s warmth to envelop her soul. The eight of them went to the rivers and creeks they’ve traversed through the summer, delighting in the fresh green of the trees and flowers, pointing out the fishes in the now flowing river. Mari was revived in her pleasure of enjoying the boy’s company��everything was well in her world. Even as her final days as a governess were countable, and somehow busier than ever, she is determined to enjoy everything that passed in between.

One morning—not long after the Commodore’s departure to inspect a few schools—she was retrieving a better shirt for Jeongin and came upon Minho and Changbin sitting in the latter’s bed. Their vests were still unbuttoned and shoes untied, dressing forgotten as their heads leaned together in conversation, quite unaware of the flurry in the next room that is Hyunjin and Jisung bickering and the rest preparing themselves. Minho had glee lighting up his eyes; Changbin’s features more severe with his frown as he attended to the elder’s whispers, which were quite distinct for Mari to hear,

“…it should not be improper!”

Changbin groaned. “It’s too early in the morning to make any sense—should we not think of it further—?”

“Thinking would never achieve anything—we have to act!” In a harried manner, Minho pressed on, “Binnie, we’re running out of time—and who else would suit?”

“Does she even like him!?”

“Of course, she does!”

The floors creaked as she crossed to the wardrobe. There was a rustle of sheets. When she gazed back towards them, Changbin’s wide eyes flitted to her as he fixed his collar, while Minho began to tie his shoes. Mari tilted her head at them, more concerned at the lateness of the day.

“Breakfast is ready, come on and hurry down,” she said.

She didn’t see them again until they descended for the dining room, now fully dressed yet still absorbed in their low discussion; sharp whispers which certain bits came to her hearing.

“I could not care half the world if she’s not a lady, she’s better than the rest.”

“Was there ever any other?” came Changbin’s tired return.

“There you are kid, you’ve got the point! But then I meant it in the future probability…”

Mari wondered if their mischief had alighted, and thus sighed deeply at the possibility of injured and offended parties of people—especially if it involved matchmaking. Is it for the servants? She settled to keep a close eye on both without straining her nerves, just to delay the damage and urge them to take responsibility for any consequences.

Commodore Bang returned to the house just a day before Hyunjin’s birthday. The young man would say he was fine if they were to miss his big day, but Mari knew that everything fell into perfection for the boy the moment the carriage wheels rolled into the front of the house at the end of breakfast. The Commodore was in good humour, considering his laughter and the length of time it took him to relinquish Seungmin from his arms.

At times Mari was concerned at the chances of Commodore Bang suffocating his boys with all his love—there’s no other word for it. It barely started and Changbin would send her this fatigued look (like he didn’t jab at his father every other hour) and Mari would ask the Commodore to release them from the coddlings. He’d sigh in surrender but gave them one last kiss with fondness lingering in his brown eyes. She wondered how he survived refusing all that love for three years.

Studying was cut short for Hyunjin’s birthday celebration. There was nothing much for the party but Mr Bambam, Mari, Commodore Bang, Mr Kang, Minatozaki-san, and the boys. There was little acquaintanceship with the neighbourhood boys their age, but soon Hyunjin would grow older, and invite his friends home or assemble his parties in some apartment in the capital. A far too raucous image for Mari to think of the young black-haired angel before her at present. For now, she joined his delight over the books and toys from his brothers and Mr Bambam, receiving his beaming smile over the new handkerchiefs Mari stitched for him.

“I feel like a true gentleman,” he declared as he hugged Mari, to the giggles of the room.

There were his favourite foods and treats, but Mari was certain, nothing pleased and awed him more than the watercolour paints in the mahogany box his father presented to him. It’s a beautiful, polished wooden box; on the inner side of the lid, a picture of the brand, and the box itself is separated into several compartments: for eighteen watercolour cakes, the brushes, the sponge and napkin, a deep box for the water glass and the most interesting contraption of the drawer at the bottom. It was filled with thick papers, and the Commodore offered another rim of it wrapped in brown paper.

Unable to contain his excitement at being indulged so, Hyunjin leaped away to his feet, was all smiles and laughter upon his father as he skipped in the middle of the room. “Appa, Appa! There’s so many!”

He’s a sight of sheer childish joy; his older brothers laughed at him good-naturedly, and the Commodore smiled, satisfied and revelling in his son’s pleasure. “Do you like them?”

Hyunjin finally settled down his jitters, only to run and leap into his father’s open arms, clutching the man with his four limbs tightly.

“You're welcome,” Commodore Bang laughed, arms holding Hyunjin close to him and brushing over his back. “You know,” he continued. “There is a painter in town willing to give you some lessons. If you’d like to, I'll take you there every Tuesday and Friday for an hour of lessons.”

Hyunjin pulled away to look at his father with a gasp one might have thought exaggerated. Mari couldn’t blame him—she met the Commodore’s twinkling eyes and sighed, “Oh, Hyunjin, how wonderful!”

“I just thought it would be nice if you—”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! ”

“—know how to use these paints to create the finest art.” Commodore Bang chuckled halfway at Hyunjin’s eager nods, despite the loud reply that might have rang his ears. “All right, then?”

“I’ll work very hard for that! Oh, I’ll do very well—I promise you won’t regret it, Father.”

“I know, Hyunnie, I know.” They hugged warmly for another moment until Hyunjin slipped down to observe the paints more closely with his brothers.

“Anyone else joining the artistic endeavour?” Mr Bambam inquired from his seat and his glass of ginger soda.

“I’ll settle with my slate and chickens,” Minho said blandly. “At least Bbokie likes my chickens, right?”

The younger twin giggles, “Scrawny legs!”

Come Sunday, Minho paused in their walk returning from church, waiting for Mari who trailed in the back as the rest urged their Father to hurry for breakfast. He paced by her side, and by and by asked,

“Do you like Father? Honestly?”

Mari turned to the eldest. “All of a sudden?”

“You’ve known him for nine months. I would like to know your opinion of him.”

“And what purpose will that achieve?” Mari laughed but soon returned to a degree of seriousness, and said in a quiet breath against the fullness in her bosom, “Do you want my assessment? Well, I do like him. How could I not?”

“Truly?”

“He’s a good and admirable man, and I regard him with high respect,” so Mari satisfied the boy with some elaboration.

“As an… employer?”

Mari nodded, and Minho fell quiet again, until he asked, “Do you—think of him as a friend?”

“I could not claim it. I think such a degree of relationship is something we both must agree upon.”

“It’s just friendship,” Minho mumbled. But then he gave himself a nod and they turned to speak of other matters instead. It did not quite leave Mari’s mind for some days, especially when she could take in the Commodore’s presence and consider him. It was easier to laugh at her meltdown earlier that month when she went home to Mrs Ahn’s—and the lack of Lady Jang’s presence did some good to relieve her from the miserable dread that she was doomed to eternal loneliness and estranged forever on from the house; the most depressing outcomes in her occupation as a teacher.

i edited this with my short free time, but I hope you like the reunion scene. minbin are picking up a scent, are they?

minho's the mom of the group but I do wonder what chaos may happen of the other six look up to him as an actual brother.

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shenrickyz · 10 months ago

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HELLO FUTURE ( preview ! )

"you're a runaway aren't you?"

jisung doesn't mean to sound rude when he asks the question, but he wanted to make small talk. hansaem clears his throat, not wanting to make small talk, he cannot be doing this right now, he is very anxious and it's clear by the way his leg bounces up and down. "yeah" he responds, voice scratchy.

do not reveal anything to anyone, kae's words ring in his ears as he smiles awkwardly, trying to not make anything obvious.

he hopes jisung doesn't notice how anxious he is, but he's currently bandaging a wound of his, so he won't be able to see the look of fear in his eyes. "did your parents know you were going on this trip?"

"no they—" hansaem pauses, an uncomfortable curl in his guts at just the thought of having to talk about his parents. "they went out of town".

hansaem is not good at lying, he inherited that trait from his mother, and it's unfortunate that he did, especially because the rest of his life depends on how good he is at lying in this moment.

"really? should we call them?"

"no no that's okay" hansaem quickly shuts the idea down, jisung raises an eyebrow, looking away from the wound he's bandaging and up at hansaem.

hansaem does not mean to admire him for as long as he does, it's not his fault that jisung's eyes are so alluring, it's not his fault that jisung is absolutely gorgeous.

but he quickly erases those thoughts, because he should not be thinking about a person of that status this way, people like jisung hate people like hansaem, he grew up with everything and what did hansaem grow up with? nothing, nada.

he instead lets himself be petty.

outside room though, a pretty hefty interrogation is going on.

"what were you guys doing on the outskirts of town?"

"looking for a shortcut" mako states so easily, biting his inner cheek. "train tickets are expensive you know, we figured we'd walk the whole way to estrade, not like we haven't done it before".

chenle scrunches his nose, not even attempting to hide his clear suspicion for the six. "that doesn't sound like anything illegal to you?"

"preventing yourself from getting scammed is illegal? since when?"

"you never know! they update laws like some sort of indie video games with tons of bugs".

"you think they'd just update the books too so the laws we read aren't totally outdated.." junhee states, that hint of sarcasm in his voice as he examines his nails.

as if getting glared at by a bunch of higher level people wasn't anxiety inducing enough, the six had to just pray that hansaem wouldn't break and give up any information to the boy currently treating his injury, because they were done for the moment hansaem even uttered a single word of their plan—

and they really weren't looking forward to getting executed or locked into a cell for what seems like for the next twenty to forty five years.

luckily, they've been through this enough to know how to keep up an act. "if we were doing something illegal.. we wouldn't come to a public hospital of all places, come on" yanlin mutters, maintaining eye contact with the boy that decides to continue glaring at him.

"people do crazy things these days mr chen" donghyuck replies, clearly meaning for his tone to come off as condescending with the way he spits his last name like it's poison. "you would be so surprised".

"hyuck, cut it out".

"what? i'm being just honest".

jeno isn't having it, though, quickly elbowing the younger in the stomach. donghyuck only gives him a sharp glare, though he listens to his unsaid warning and crosses his arms.

"well we wouldn't ever dream of it" kae sings, that signature fake smile coming to his face. "the last thing on my mind is ever opposing NEOS".

a horrible lie, six hours ago kae threatened a NEOS soldier into keeping quiet with a knife, threatening to cut his head off and put it on display if he ever so much as stormed his neighborhood again.

but that is not something they should know.

there are a lot of things they aren't allowed to know.

after all, that's the whole point of putting on an act.

#nct dream #nct #series #science fiction #sci fi #lowkey fantasy?#nothing went through my mind while i wrote this btw

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t3kandson · 2 years ago

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Three Makes Me

Word count; 4,027

Fandom; A.C.E., The Boyz, DKB

Pairing; Reader X Lee Donghun, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Yang Heechan

Characters; Lee Donghun, Kim Sunwoo, Yang Heechan, Kang Yuchan. Mentions Park Junhee, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan, Choi Chanhee, Bae Jacob & Lee Sangyeon.

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Polyamory, Choking, Oral (receiving) & Rough sex.

Notes; Chapter 6/10 Earlier Chapters found here.

Series written for @lidongsa.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

There was no way on hell you was letting Donghun speak to you like that. How did he think he could throw this revelation at you and walk away. Junhee and Cae’s comforting words not reaching you as you started feeling bitter about this shitty outcome.

What was you suppose to do with it? You would be lying if dating Donghun hadn’t crossed your mind. He complimented you, been your rock, held your tears, kicked your ass when you needed it. But as often as you had thought of it, you was too far in deep with two other men. If you couldn’t choose between them there was no way you could choose a third.

You twisted ignoring the calls of your name behind you, storming out the apartment in pursuit of the asshole who had just thrown you into a complicated confusing dilemma.

You soon found him head slumped into his palm over his car, Chan comforting him. “I fucked it Chan,” he cried, tears flowing to the roof of the car. “No your confused Donghun she will understand, she’s the most understanding woman I know,” Chan complimented. “I basically called her a whore,” Donghun said raising his head to face his younger. “Did you really mean it?” Chan asked looking anxious for his reply. “No you know I didn’t, I’m just so hurt that since they came into her life I’ve been forgotten. Like I don’t count, like I don’t matter,” he said slamming his head back to the cold metal. “Tell her that,” Chan said rubbing his back. “She won’t listen, not now, she’s better off without me in her life,” Donghun said letting the tears fall heavier.

“How fucking dare you throw this shit on me and think you have the right to run off,” you scold startling them both. Silence hit the air as awkwardness attacks you all. “Maybe you should take this some where a little more private, I think you both need to talk,” Chan said smiling at Donghun as he walked past you. “Apologise to Junhee for me,” you said out to the dark night, “I will,” he throws out making his way back for the warmth of the party you was sure you just ruined.

Donghun opened the door to his car for you to slip in which you did silently. The car ride being more awkward then the pathway outside Junhee’s home.

You opened the door to your apartment, Donghun following like a silent shadow. “Drink?” You asked in attempt to dethaw the icy tension. “No I’m ok thanks,” Donghun said sitting on the sofa as you watched him, seeing him in a new light. Those eyes that was your comfort was the same eyes that right now was burning right into your core. Your memories of the sweet cuddles, you had been very intimate for just a friendship. His jealousy in Sunwoo which was fresh from the start should have been a sign. You orgasming to the sound of his voice hit your thoughts as you bit your lips trying to analyse it all.

“How long?” You asked him as he looked at you confused. “How long have you been in love with me?” You asked as he looked to his hands.

The view of the large palms that held you tightly with great comfort made you want them around your throat. You shook your head, how had one revelation have your mind going crazy thinking of him in this way.

“I always have,” he whispered looking ashamed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You shot out as you sat down. “Because I never wanted to lose you as a friend,” he said as his fingers laced into each other. “But you told me tonight,” you said confused as he sucked his lips in. “Junhee did actually,” he reminded you. “But they was true words that you obviously confessed to him instead of me,” you said tilting your head.

“I would have lost you Suchan and you would be looking at me with disappointment like you are now,” he said tears falling at the corner of his eye.

You moved to sit closer to him resting your hand on his thigh for him to glance your way. You smiled at him letting his features relax, “I’m not disappointed because you have feelings for me. I’m disappointed that you had to call me such horrible things because you couldn’t tell me,” you said as he closed his eyes remembering his words.

“I don’t think your a whore, I’m a bitter old man,” Donghun said biting his lips.

“Do you think I haven’t had these thoughts too?” You said earning his interest to peak.

“Do you think I haven’t been aroused when you’ve held me? Confused even that there was moments I wanted more?” You added as his eyes lifted. “You have?” He asked trying to hold his excitement at your words. “But Donghun Your too late, what can I do with this information now,” you said honestly. “I love Sunwoo,” you added to the pain of witnessing his. “And Heechan?” He asked making your brain process tighten as you thought briefly for your emotions of the very guy who made you feel loved in every way possible. “I love him too but it’s in a different way,” you smiled, “Sunwoo and Heechan are two different kind of people,” you added. “And me?” He asked almost pleadingly. “I love you too Donghun, your my best friend, my rock my everything, again a different love,” you smiled. “So you do love me then?” He asked like a lost child almost. “Yes but I can’t give you what you want, my life is far too complicated now,” you replied. “Because you would never choose me over them?” He asked, his eyes almost impatient for your response. “It’s not that I won’t choose, it’s that I won’t give them up,” you admitted as silence fell on you both.

“Donghun,” you choked as he stood up tears falling from his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said tearfully as he went to walk towards the door. “Donghun don’t leave,” you begged, tears falling from your own. “It was too late for me to tell you how I felt, it’s now too late I’ve lost you,” Donghun said briefly at the door opening it to leave. “What are you saying?” You cried rushing to him.

He turned to face you with his feet in the hallway, “tell me how we can come back from this?” he asked, his eyes closed not even wanting to view you. Your brain becoming numb as your words couldn’t process anything anymore. Sighing he closed the door leaving you to fall to the floor in a pool of tears.

“Right sweetheart snap out of it,” Heechan said rolling off you as Sunwoo came in the bed room with his wash cloth to clean you from their fill of you. “What,” you blinked confused at Heechans words. “What ever that’s fucking with your head either spill it or ditch it,” he said pulling you into him closer. “He’s right baby you’ve been weird the last couple of days. If it’s what Chanhee said ignore him, he knows nothing about us, about this,” Sunwoo said slinking his arms around your waist spooning you. “It’s not Chanhee,” you said as Heechan looked at you with concern in his eyes. “Jacob or Sangyeon then?” Sunwoo asked. “No none of them, different set of friends,” you said biting your lips.

Sunwoo turned you on to your back snatching you from Heechan’s arms as he sat up. “It’s those older guys you hang around with isn’t it, it was that guys party you went to the other day?” Sunwoo enquired. You nodded not feeling you could say anymore words. “What they don’t like what we’re doing?” Heechan asked. “Suchan there just the older generation, this just doesn’t seem normal to them, but it is,” he added leaning in to press kisses against your temple.

“My best friend told me he is in love with me,” you confessed. Sunwoo growled as he kept upright as Heechan’s eyes widened confused. “Donghun?” Sunwoo whispered in almost fear. “What did you say?” Heechan asked also looking worried for where the conversation was going. “That I wouldn’t give you both up for him,” you admitted as Sunwoo signed with relief. Heechan remained in deep thought before looking at you with concern. “Do you have feelings for him then?” He asked as silence filled the air. “If I said I never thought of him in a sexual way then sorry I can’t lie,” you said biting your lip as Sunwoo hugged his thighs closer to him. “So your attracted to him then?” Heechan continued to Quiz. You nodded into the silence as Sunwoo and Heechan looked at each other bewildered with this information.

“Look can we drop it now because it won’t ever happen and now Donghun doesn’t even want to be my friend,” you said closing your eyes before they witnessed the tears that was threatening to fall. When you opened them they both had laid back down hugging into you as you felt secure between them both.

The week had dragged with Donghun not being mentioned by Sunwoo or Heechan. Donghun still hadn’t contacted you or even responded to your messages. Leaving them unread was a bitter painful feeling to endure that had unsettled you since. Your phone bleeped and with little excitement read the message just sent by one of your boyfriends.

Heechan @2.52pm; Dinner tonight on me, be ready for 7pm ❤️

You placed your phone upside down you really wasn’t in the mood for a date night. However, you knew that it wasn’t Heechan’s fault about your mood, you could at the very least make an effort for him.

You answered the door with Heechans favourite dress and make up and was in horror when you saw Donghun standing there. Flowers in his hand and a takeaway had your mind process stolen from you.

“You going to let me in?” Donghun asked pulling you out the brainless home he had thrown you in. You stood back from the door letting him pass through. “Donghun, this isn’t a good time I’ve got,” “I’m today’s date not Heechan,” he cut you off as your mind swirled in confusion. “Heechan came to me yesterday with Sunwoo,” he explained looking for a vase. “We had a conversation and came to a conclusion,” he added fishing the Crystal glass out for the flowers. “About what?” You asked confused, as he went to the draw for the scissors. “About us,” he replied his eyes capturing yours. “Let’s have dinner first and then I can tell you what we agreed,” he smiled as he arrange the flowers that he had stem cut. “Don’t just stand there looking pretty go get some dishes,” he smirked playfully that your heart leapt out in desire to hug your best friend once more.

You set the table as Donghun fished out the Chinese, talking about Byeongkwan and Sehyoon’s crazy drinking contest days prior. He made you feel as if the last week hadn’t happened like you had got your best friend back. But this time those thoughts of holding him more tighter then normal, to feel his body against you, everything that you shouldn’t think of a friend hit you. It was as if his very confession despite not being an option had your imagination floating.

“Earth to Suchan,” he chuckled as he sat down smirking your way. “You look cute when you blush,” he teased with a wink that made your core on fire. “Sorry,” you said shyly as you placed some of the food on your plate. “If I knew telling you i wanted you would have you lose the ability to talk, I would have done it sooner to save the headaches your chatter gives me,” he said playfully. You scowled at him flipping him off earning a deeper laugh as he shook his head amused. “Oh look theirs my princess, she’s back home,” he teased popping some food in his mouth. Though he had often called you princess, the way he said it this time left goosebumps on your skin.

Your silence scared him a little as he continued to talk about what the guys had been getting up to. When you had finished the last mouthful of the feast he had Brought you he looked anxiously at you.

“Suppose we need this talk,” he said pushing his own plate aside as he leaned on the table. “Heechan and Sunwoo came to me yesterday, they told me you’ve not been right since, well you know since when,” he added before sipping his beer. “Anyway we all had a deep discussion, and we all want the same thing, we feel the same things for you,” he said softly. “And what’s that?” You asked intrigued where the conversation was going.

“We’re in love with you, we want you,” he said his eyes widening with desire behind them. “But as I said I won’t choose you over them,” you said feeling sadness in your words being repeated. “What if I told you you didn’t have to,” Donghun said tilting his head as your brows furrowed into the conversation.

“What if I told you if we came to the conclusion as long as you wanted it…. to share you,” he said almost a whisper with little confidence. “So you would have three boyfriends,” he confirmed so you couldn’t get confused. “You’d share me,” you said struggling to claw at his words. “Yes,” he confirm simply as he tensed waiting for your reply. “Why?” You asked as your mind went almost numb. “Because I’ve stepped too far to go back to friendship and I love you too much to lose you,” he confessed. “Donghun you are jealous as hell it wouldn’t work,” you said refusing to accept his happy ever after conclusion. “Your my heart Suchan as long as you love me back and never toss it away then I would bare the burden of sharing you with others,” he said getting off his chair to make his way towards you. “The pain of being without you is far more a burden then a little bit of jealousy,” he smiled cupping your face. “You hate them,” you said still struggling to come to terms with his proposal. “I hated them because I thought they was using you, because I didn’t know them, my judgement was wrong,” he confessed.

“They love you Suchan, they want what’s best for you over there own desires. Heechan’s a really good guy,” he said smiling. “And Sunwoo?” you asked tilting your head knowing the times they had met they barely shared eye contact. “I think he hides behind an image, the reality is more humane then who he likes to pretend he is,” he said continuing to smile at you. “What have they said about this?” You asked head still full of questions. “It was Heechan’s idea, Sunwoo seemed happy to go along with it too,” he replied.

Your memory swiping over Heechan’s set up of the nights date. He really had been ok with this set up Donghun had thrown out. “Look I’m going to go for a walk get some more beers, think it over, chat with Sunwoo and Heechan for confirmation if you have to. If you want this, message me we’re make a toast to our new set up,” he pleaded as he walked to pick his coat up. “But if I don’t hear from you I will go home and take comfort in the beer,” he lightly jokes.

With that you are left with your thoughts and confusions in your apartment. You pick your phone up setting up a new group chat.

You @9.21pm; Ok why? What’s going on? You seriously ok with what you are all proposing?

Heechan @9.25pm; You had the talk then?

You @9.27pm; No shit Sherlock.

Sunwoo @9.30pm; We had to do something, you was miserable.

Heechan @9.31pm; You didn’t push him away again did you? And for the record I am more then happy for an extra person to be added. It’s always fun watching you weak by our cocks 😉.

Sunwoo @9,34pm; You just had to go there didn’t you 🙈. Also I’m fine with it as long as it doesn’t change us.

You @9.37pm; Even if it means less time as I have to spend time with him too you know.

Heechan @9.40pm; As long as I get to watch sometimes I’m fine 😉.

Sunwoo @9.42pm; I’m fine with it Suchan. Only you could get excited about a new playmate in the bedroom department. I worry about you Heechan. 🙄.

Heechan @9.45pm; You love it my chocolate poodle 😉.

Sunwoo @9.46pm; Shut up.

Heechan @9.50pm; So we are agreed you are to call Donghun back and add an extra person to our happy little family? 👏👏

Sunwoo @9.52pm; We are not a happy family. We fuck, family’s don’t fuck! Yes I agree call Donghun back.

Heechan @9.55pm; Stop being a downer! I’m adding Donghun in.

Yang Heechan added Lee Donghun to ‘What the hell guys?’ group chat.

Yang Heechan changed, ‘What the hell guys?’ Group chat to ‘welcome to the family hyung,’

Sunwoo @9,59pm; 🙄🙄🙄

Heechan @10.02pm; Ignore him Hyung he’s just jealous he didn’t have a welcome to the family ceremony. Please tell me our crazy girl called you back.

You @10.05pm; Crazy girl right here you know!!!!!!!!!

Heechan @10.10pm; Good good now go get your man. Donghun don’t forget the condoms we don’t want a who’s the daddy situation right now do we 😉😂

You @10.15pm; OMG Heechan.

Sunwoo @10.16pm what is wrong with you man. Your going to scare the poor man away. Plus we all know she’s on the pill!

Donghun @10.20pm; If you met my friends you would see I’m use to it 😂. Thanks for the warm welcome, though still awaiting an official one from the lady herself.

You @10.25pm; Lady 🤔 that’s a new saying from you 🤣. I was about to message you personally but it seems we are now all open. So that toast sounds good.

You couldn’t bare to read the cringy messages any more and placed your phone down.

In that moment you felt crazy, three boyfriends was going to be out of this world. But you was worried that the third person would force the cracks to start appearing. Deep down you knew it was worth the rush to explore this new confusing situation. Heechan sounded more excited then you. Sunwoo seemed ok, you was sure a third person would calm his concern of an attachment. Donghun seemed to be happy to hold you in any way you could package it up for him. Even though you was worried that the jealousy would be too intense for him.

When the door went you opened it to Donghun’s beaming smile of happiness content. He wasted no time smashing his lips to yours growling in the process. Pushing you to the wall as he devoured you, his hands searched in a deep hungry frenzy as if he had been let out to freedom as a caged animal. His lips ravished you with refusal to stop for you to breathe in air. Grips almost rough around your wrist as it pinned you against the wall. Oxygen depleting, you pushed his shoulders backwards to let the air rush in to your lungs.

“What?” Donghun asked looking concerned, “you know to live we need oxygen right?” you smirked.

“Breathing is so over rated,” he said mischievously before his lips return to deplete you more. “I need to fuck you,” he said between kisses. “I need to make love to you and I will, but I need you so badly right now I am going to combust otherwise,” he said panting while searching your eyes for permission. “Then take me anyway you need to,” you say biting your lips. “Your going to regret saying that,” he chuckles with a wink. “Test me,” you mock as he slides his tongue down the inside of his cheek in almost despair. “Oh I will princess, trust me I will,” he growls.

His fingers finding their way to your pants, he yanks at the material tearing them. “You didn’t like them did you princess? I will buy some new ones,” he promised with his eyes dark with more then lust. He drops himself to his knees as he looks up to you, Desire lurking in his dark brown eyes. Teeth raking up your thighs letting his canines pinch into the skin, he gently bites on your upper inner thigh. Stifling a chuckle he hoists you up by your ass to rest your thighs over his shoulder. While your own presses in the wall, your hands grip his hair as his mouth latches onto your core.

“Shit,” you cry as he suckles harshly around your clit. Eating you as if your his last meal he ravishes you licking up every juice dripping from your core. Tongue slipping up to rub against your walls has your moans start to slip. His deep suction is driving you crazy as you rock yourself around his awaiting mouth letting his nose occasionally bump around your folds. Your high building as his grip around your ass cheek tightens as he drags your heat along his torturous tongue. His growls vibrating up your core is what finally pushes you over the edge, your orgasm around his tongue lets him taste every drop of your high.

Using the wall and his strong upper arms, he hoists you as he stands holding you against the wall. With one hand, he lets his fingers play with his belt and buttons of his jeans, letting them alongside his pants drop to the floor. Returning his hands to help lower you so your legs are around his waist instead, he thrusts against you, his hardened member connecting with your throbbing heat.

Lips crashing with yours as he draws the movement out to enjoy every second of your tongues and lips meeting. Hands positioning himself he guides you down his shaft, cry’s leaving your throat spills as he splits your heat too. You can tell from your struggling core that his girth is quite chunky. He lets the slide continue with a slower pace to help you accommodate him, letting his kisses wash down your cry’s.

Once he knows your ready he has no mercy on you, making the tears fall once more. Harsh thrust against you being more intense due to the wall not letting you freedom to move. The pain doesn’t last long as it’s accompanied with the tingling wave of pleasure. Your walls clenched around his member as deep moans escaped his lips, “I so need to cum in you, I want to fill you up,” he growls as his lips clamp around your neck.

Marking you up with a necklace between his thrusts, his hands rest above them. “I want to choke the prettiness out you princess,” he threatens and his desire fires a heat in the Pit of your stomach. “Do it,” you cry wanting him to own you in every way possible.

His hands grip around your throat gently at first till he knows your enjoying it just as much as he is. The grip tightens as he feels your walls cling to his meaty member fucking you hard and crazy. Thighs trembling you know your high nears and the sounds of your moans spurs his own chase on. The grip tightening around your throat and the hip he is hoisting you up with. A growl leaves his throat and it’s enough to undo you as you crash into the oblivion that he has thrown you in. White stars clouding your vision as you cry through your comedown. It spurs him into his very own as he fills you with streams of his hot seedy cum, condom long forgot.

Panting over his shoulder his lips crash back to yours, peace and contentment on his face as he loses himself to you. His member twitching inside you letting you know you won’t be sleeping the rest of the night.

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ikjun · 1 year ago

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what junhee is doing on effortless is indeed effortless and hearing his voice again singing again etc etc had me nearly fall out of my desk chair

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toristbr · 4 months ago

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Sea Stars & Wishes - Chapter 2

Lyrika

The merman doesn’t spare Lyrika a glance. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Who spoke if Song is the only one here?

“Sorry about that. Had to use the restroom,” a male voice calls from behind Lyrika. Of course it wasn’t Song who spoke to her. Why would he? She turns to see a door propped open, previously blended into the wall. The door shuts revealing Junhee.

Oh, this is about to be awkward. Lyrika thinks back to just a couple hours ago when Junhee gave them the aquarium tour and she had spoken up about Song’s captivity. Now it’s just the three of them alone in this room.

“I didn’t want anyone who needed to use the room to think someone isn’t here,” Junhee smiles then notices Lyrika, “oh, you’re not one of the girls doing their project on Song.”

“Uh, no,” Lyrika awkwardly stammers, “I’m doing mine on sea stars.”

“That’s right! You asked a handful of questions, sorry I couldn’t answer all of them,” Junhee apologizes. I guess he’s either forgotten about the encounter earlier at Song’s tank, or he’s just deciding to forgo it and move on.

“That’s alright. I found Layla not too long ago,” Lyrika laughs trying to dispel the awkwardness hanging in the air.

“So what brings you down here?” Junhee asks as he takes a seat at one of the tables near Song’s pool. Song still staring at the wall, completely ignoring them.

“I’m just exploring around,” Lyrika tells him as she continues her walk around the room, looking into all the different little pools and tanks, “I completed my to-do list for the day… Where did all my other classmates go? I figured they all might be in here since Song is.”

“Some talked about lunch fairly quickly when Song didn’t want to talk to them. Others left to go do inspections or something in regards to his tank,” Junhee shrugs, “but a lot of them talked about changing their project topics to their back up. Guess Song wasn’t everything they hoped him to be.” That doesn’t surprise Lyrika; at one point she was curious about Song and researched a little. Everything she found showed him looking and sounding miserable here. Who would blame him? To be ‘rescued’ and deemed unfit to return to the freedom of the ocean and instead dumped into a 100,000 gallon tank.

Lyrika looks back towards Song, who still doesn’t seem to pay them any mind. Then the sea star pool in the corner of her eye catches her attention once more. She turns and walks back over to the pool.

“Hey, Junhee, what’s happening to sea stars in this pool?” Lyrika asks as she looks over the edge into the water. At least a couple dozen lay scattered in the pool, all at different parts of the decaying process. Junhee sets his phone down, and looks over to her.

“They’re decaying,” Junhee answers.

“They’re dying?” Lyrika gasps.

“It’s called Sea Star Wasting Syndrome. It’s been happening for over ten years now. We don’t know the cause or how to save them. We do know that it is contagious, so a group of surfers bring in stars when they spot the disease to prevent the spread of it,” Junhee explains.

“There has to be something,” Lyrika laughs in disbelief, ten years and no cure?

“The disease was rampant and almost caused several sea stars to go extinct, but over the years, with the help of managing to quarantine and remove sick sea stars the disease is not as commonly found,” Junhee tells her.

“But there are several sea stars here,” Lyrika counters his claim.

“That may be true, but back then I heard there were hundreds brought in every day. Now we get one every few days,” Junhee calmly responds, “that’s better. It’s hard to predict when a sea star gets the disease. But once the signs start showing the sea stars are days away from death. It’s unfortunate, but there is nothing we can do.”

Lyrika sighs. Junhee’s words sit heavy on her heart and mind.

The door suddenly opens, and a handful of her classmates spill into the room. They’re all chatting and giggling to one another and they all approach Song, greeting him. His eyes flicker towards them and then away.

“Am… would I be allowed in here to study them? For my project?” Lyrika asks.

“Of course,” Junhee nods, “just don’t touch them. The stars are already under enough stress being sick. We don’t want to cause any more harm.”

“Of course,” Lyrika half smiles, “thanks.”

Lyrika makes her way around her classmates who have dived into a conversation with Junhee. He seems a little more lively talking to them than her, but she doesn’t care. However, she doesn’t notice how Song’s gaze follows her until she exits the classroom. He stares at the door. Her distress about the sea stars catches his attention, reminding him of someone he once knew.

Lyrika finds herself sitting at dinner alone. She decided on eating dinner early, the moment it was ready to be served she was there. Yet, she doesn’t touch her food. She stares at it, poking the cooked salmon with her fork. Junhee’s words still sit heavy in her head. Why does it irk her the way it does? At least the surfers were trying to save the other sea stars, the marine biologist seems to be studying the disease, and the aquarium is giving them a place to die peacefully instead of being dried up and thrown away by some tourist who thought they got lucky with finding a sea star sticking out of the sand.

Lyrika leans back in her chair with a sigh. It’s gnawing at her. There has to be something. How do you go ten years with observations and research and not find a solution? Or even a treatment?

Lyrika pulls out her tablet and notebook from her bag, propping her tablet up and opening her notebook to a brand new page. She titles the page and dives into the closest search engine. She types away, and proceeds to open several links that seem promising. She reads the articles and writes down useful information about the disease. Soon the articles all seem to repeat, and all scientific papers run out.

Lyrika huffs in defeat and closes her tablet. She looks over at the notes she accumulated:

Sea Star Wasting Disease

Happens in a matter of days Is transmissible Symptoms Sea Stars affected White lesions Sunflower Twisted arms Mottled Deflated appearance Ochre Softing tissue Loss of arms Suffocation Death

There truly is no cure. Marine biologists have all this data and do nothing with it. They just observe and watch the sea stars die and how it affects their ecosystem, yet do nothing to save the sea stars from dying or going extinct. Does anyone care? Lyrika shoves her laptop, notebook, and pen back into her bag, frustrated. She grabs her plate of untouched food and returns it to the dish area, her appetite completely gone.

Lyrika makes her way back down to the basement and back to the small marine animal room. She needs to look at the sea stars again. Maybe she missed something. Sometimes Lyrika would like to think she could solve all the world’s problems and stay hidden. A masked superhero… or just a teenager with a savior complex.

Lyrika opens the door and notices a biologist, by the way he is dressed in a white lab coat and not the dark blue care specialist shirts. She mumbles a greeting to him as he works away on the stingray pool. She makes her way to the sea star pool, having to squeeze by her classmates who still surround Song.

This time he didn’t seem entirely bored or disinterested. He still isn’t talking but is showing the girls his tail and they look it over. Some seem to be drawing the intricate design of his fin.

She places her things on the table next to the star pool and leans on the rocky edge looking down into the water. All the same sea stars from just an hour ago, none have moved. Lyrika grabs her bag, pulling out her notebook. She draws another line underneath the notes she took not even ten minutes ago. She pops in a wireless earbud and grabs her notebook and pen. She walks around the sick sea star pool. Noting what the different conditions of the sea stars:

Sick Sea Star Pool White lesions: 27 Twisted arms: 8 Deflated appearance: 20 Softing tissue: 10 Loss of arms: 12 Suffocation: unknown Death: 3 (?)

Lyrika sits back down at her makeshift table space and looks over her data. She pulls out her tablet once again and dives into the internet, but with a destination of finding anything relating to a cure or antibiotic of some sort. Her experience in SEO isn’t the best, but she doesn’t plan to let it stop her. Maybe frustrate her, though.

“You’re still here,” Song says after a while. Lyrika jumps a little at the sudden noise in the silence. She turns to find him with his head propped on top of his arms crossed on the edge of the pool.

“Oh, you scared me,” Lyrika tells him, pulling out her earbud, “when did the others leave?”

“A while ago,” Song answers, unmoving from his position.

“Oh, then why are you still here?” Lyrika asks.

“The idiot forgot to take me back to my area, so I’m stuck here for the night,” Song sighs, slightly irritated.

“The pool is too small, I could ask the bi-”

“Don’t,” Song warns, his tone turning icy, “I don’t need help from a human.”

“Oh,” Lyrika whispers. She’s clearly over stepped. “Sorry.” Lyrika looks away from Song, putting her earbud back in, and continuing her search on google. She even pulls out her other earbud and places it in her open ear, the one closest to Song.

Song pushes himself back into the water and lays on his back. He tries to relax, but with a human in his peripheral vision he only feels more on edge. He tries again, forcing his eyes closed and sinking his ears beneath the water to avoid any human sound. His body only grows tenser. In his tank he doesn’t worry as often during the evenings because someone would have to fully get into the tank to reach him. Not only would the water disturbance wake him up, but the water is his turf- no human can outdo him in the water, sick or not.

But being in the small animal care room, ironic since Song is a giant merman, things are very different. Especially with a female student and biologist. Two of the scariest types of humans. Biologists who want to do anything and everything in the name of science and learning, and females who instantly become enchanted and want to be a perfect other half… or just psychotic and claim what is ‘theirs.’

Song sits up in the pool, opening his eyes in frustration. He looks over at Lyrika, still sitting at the table next to the sick sea stars. He almost softens seeing her there but remembers where he is. A human who actually cares? It’s a facade they put up for others- a facade he can prove faulty real easily.

Song swims to the edge of the pool once more, hooking his arms on the edge of the pool.

“I might know a way to help them,” Song speaks into the silence, but Lyrika doesn’t respond or even look his way. Is she ignoring him? He stares at her for a moment. He sighs and waves his hand to get her attention.

Lyrika blinks and looks over towards Song. She pulls both earbuds from her ears.

“I know of something,” Song starts, before his eyes darting away, “to potentially help the sea stars,” he looks back at her, “it works a bit differently in the ocean, but I can make some adjustments.”

Lyrika stares at him, not responding, but her eyes widened with each sentence.

“Do you want to know?” Song asks.

Lyrika nods.

“What will you do in return for me?” Song inquires, looking over her intently as if evaluating her commitment.

“Anything,” Lyrika breathlessly answers, “I just want to save the sea stars.”

“Anything?” Song’s eyebrows scrunch and he scrutinizes her further. Nobody has ever answered this fast, and nobody has ever said ‘anything.’

“Really, anything. Just tell me what to do or what I need,” Lyrika insists.

“Okay,” Song answers, collecting his cool again. Maybe this human has a stronger resolve than most. That’ll be easy to break.

“There are two things I need you to collect from the ocean,” Song holds one finger up, “seaweed,” then raises a second finger, “and a large jar of pure sea water.”

“Pure sea water?” Lyrika’s eyebrows raise, skeptical.

“Water from the human’s shore is polluted and the bacteria and trash kills the important properties of pure sea water,” Song explains, “so you’ll need to find an area voided of pollution and collect water from that area.”

“Okay,” Lyrika nods. She looks over her shoulder to the other biologist in the room, clearly having his own earbuds in his ears andis absorbed in his work.

“You have hesitation,” Song concludes, feeling victorious. He knew a human wouldn't actually help or do anything to save marine life.

“It’s just… if I get caught doing something I’m not suppose to, I’ll fail this class and won’t graduate high school. I’m banking on this class and project to get me into the best marine biology university, “Lyrika reveals.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Song waves his hands in the air as if to pause everything, “you’re not in university now?”

“No?” Lyrika hesitantly answers, “I’m a senior in high school.”

“What’s that?” Song asks, almost mortified to learn something new, “I thought this whole learning program this place does was for universities.”

“High school is what people complete before university,” Lyrika explains, “before high school, there is junior high, and before that, elementary.” Song rubs his face with both his hands and covers his mouth.

“Okay,” Song replies, “don’t worry about being caught. I’ll figure that part out,” Song assures her, “I promise you won’t get caught. Everything else is up to you.”

Lyrika smiles. Song looks at her through the corner of his eye.

“What?” He probes.

“Why do you suddenly want to help me? You were upset earlier? You didn’t even speak to my other classmates,” Lyrika concludes.

“I…,” Song starts, “I hate being the center of attention. Everyone wants to focus on Song until they realize he’s not all that special and move on. Well, I make it seem like that. Others deserve attention… like the sea stars. Everyone walks by them. They don’t even look at them. It makes me sick to my stomach that humans just allow it to happen.”

“I don’t want it to happen,” Lyrika declares, “I’ll get the water and seaweed tomorrow.”

#ya fantasy #fanfiction #song hangyeom #song #kpop #bookish

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junheedz · 2 years ago

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Maybe expecting to get along seamlessly with Chris of all people had been particularly optimistic on Junhee's side — not just because he knew from firsthand experience how volatile Chris could be but also because when Chris' votes had toppled, it had been Junhee who had taken their spot. Again, in Junhee's eyes that shouldn't mean that much anymore now that neither one of them were in danger of being dropped by Baekho Media (least of all so close to their debut!) but they understood the feeling of being replaced and how badly it hurt.

Junhee wasn't great at understanding others, though they'd like to think that they did make up a bit for their lacking smarts by being pretty decent at catching social cues and responding the way others wanted her to. Still, if Chris was anything like Junhee at all, and they suspected that the two of them were a lot more similar than immediately obvious, anger would be easier to feel than hurt. Anger would be easier to feel than almost anything else.

Apparently, anger was also easier to feel than the heady rush of feeling each other's touch, of seeking out each other's company in studio back rooms and cramped bathroom stalls and wherever else two boy-shaped people could kiss and comfort each other in relative safety when so much of their lives was being made public and transparent.

"You don't mean that," Junhee whispered, her voice betraying her insecurity. "You're just saying that. That you want to get rid of me." It sure hadn't felt like Chris had wanted to get rid of them when they'd last squeezed into a Baekho HQ broom closet Junhee hadn't even known existed. "We're no longer numbers one through five, right?" You never were a number to me at all, was what Junhee didn't say out loud, you've always been someone I've looked up to, someone I wanted to be more like. Someone I wanted to like me back.

"I want to be your friend, Chris, I swear. I don't want to take anything away from you. I'm sorry if I stole some of your shower time, I really, really am."

Before anything else, Junhee needed one thing to be established: they liked Chris. The easy sort of cool he exuded was captivating, and watching him light up the stage for the first time was something Junhee was certain they weren't going to forget again anytime soon. Junhee liked Chris, and they wanted Chris to like them back.

Sure, Top Five hadn't really been the environment to be making friends but now that the pressure of the constant cameras in their face was gone surely the five remaining survivors, so to say, could start anew, right? Nothing quite like trauma bonding to get over the aftermath of a survival show.

There were instances where Junhee had thought that maybe she was getting there with Chris, glimpses of them that were a little less rabid cornered animal and a little more friend. Junhee liked these bits. But they were hard to predict and were often gone so quickly that it almost felt like they'd never existed.

"I–" Feeling a little at a loss about what to do, Junhee swallowed. His eyes were wide, trying frantically to read Chris' expression. "I tried to be quick," they protested weakly. "F-fifteen minutes was fine, right? I thought we'd said fifteen was fine." A small part in Junhee's brain bristled. Maybe it was really Chris who thought they were more important than anyone else in this dorm, feeling so comfortable bossing everyone else around. Junhee had quickly learnt that ranking first meant little once off the Top Five set.

"I'm sorry. I'll pay better attention next time." They exhaled, paused. Hesitated. Then, he added, "Did I– did I do something to piss you off? Like, before the shower thing! I– just. I'll pay better attention not to do it again, but I can't read your mind. You have to tell me."

#dzchris #( ⚡️ ) ⸻ welcome to the playground ; thread.#me wrestling this post… honk honk clown noises i'm so sorry

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blu-joons · 2 years ago

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When He Surprises You During His Enlistment ~ A.C.E Reaction

Donghun:

Your eyes lit up as you noticed your phone buzzing beside you, answering the call as soon as you noticed Donghun’s name on the screen.

“What are your plans today?” He asked you as soon as you greeted him, glancing up at your apartment from the bottom of the block. “Are you still at home or are you out somewhere?”

“I’m at home,” you responded suspiciously, “how come you’re so interested in my plans?”

Donghun laughed to himself before replying to you, “if you’re at home then walk towards the kitchen window. When you’re there, I want you to look down.”

“What are you up to?” You sighed, following Donghun’s instructions as you walked towards the window before looking down, noticing someone staring up.

“Are you looking down? Can you see anything there?”

Your head shook in disbelief, “I guess you’re stood outside my apartment block to give me some plans for my day after all.”

“I can go back to base if you want me to,” Donghun teased.

“No way, I’m on my way down now.”

Wow:

It felt deflating for you as you arrived home, watching the last few hours of your birthday pass by as the night quickly began to draw in.

“Have you had a good day?” A voice asked you as you walked towards the window of your apartment to look out of the window, spotting a few individuals who walked around the streets.

“Hm,” you murmured, confused as to what was going on as you heard a voice around you.

Sehyoon chuckled as he watched your eyes flicker up before looking back out of the window. “Y/N,” he called out to you, watching the confusion on your face.

“W-who? What?” You quizzed, following the sound of the voice to see Sehyoon looking back at you with a wide smile on his face, his eyes following you as you moved.

“You didn’t think that I’d miss your birthday, did you?”

It took a moment for it to sink in for you that Sehyoon was looking back at you. “You’re not supposed to be here, you’re busy.”

“You just think I’m not supposed to be,” Sehyoon laughed.

“This is the best birthday gift ever.”

Jun:

You tried your best to ignore the hand that tapped on your shoulder as you listened to your friend, getting more and more frustrated with them.

“I think someone wants your attention,” one of your friends told you. You were unaware of who was behind you, assuming that just like usual it would be one of Junhee’s fans wanting you.

“I’m trying to…oh,” you trailed off as you turned around and saw who was wanting you.

You had never seen Junhee’s smile so wide as he watched you stand up from where you were sat. “Sorry to interrupt, but I thought there’d be room for one more.”

“You’re supposed to be with your mates on your day off,” you sighed, shaking your head back across to Junhee. “You’re not supposed to be here, what are you doing here?”

“I could be with my mates, or be with my best mate.”

You were flustered as Junhee walked towards you and pulled you into his side. “Has the military suddenly made you soppy now?”

“No, I’ve just missed you a lot,” Junhee quickly confessed.

“I’ve missed you so much more, Junhee.”

Byeongkwan:

A sharp intake of breath came from you as you walked through the front door and saw a familiar face stretched out across the length of your sofa.

“Welcome home,” Byeongkwan chuckled as he watched your expression turn up in surprise, blinking several times to make sure that you were really seeing what you thought you were seeing.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be busy?” You questioned, stuttering.

Byeongkwan nodded as he stood up and opened his arms out to you. “I’ve got a day off so I thought where would I like to go to spend my day? Here, of course.”

“You didn’t even tell me that you were coming,” you scolded, hitting your hand against Byeongkwan’s arm. “You could’ve messaged, the whole place is a mess right now Kwan.”

“I don’t care, I’m just happy that I’m here with you.”

You finally walked into Byeongkwan’s open arms and rested against his chest. “You might have to pinch me for a little while you know.”

“How about I just keep talking to you instead?” He jokingly offered.

“That definitely works well for me too.”

Chan:

Your smile was faint as you opened the door to your apartment to see Yuchan staring back at you, letting go of a chuckle as you stepped aside.

“I’m so bored,” Yuchan explained to you as you silently invited him into your apartment. “I keep going to call out to one of the boys in the dorm and then I remember they’re not here.”

“I keep telling you that you can move in here,” you reminded Yuchan, offering him a chuckle.

He hummed as he passed you by, kicking his shoes off. “I know, but I feel bad. It’s like you’re inviting me to stay because you feel sorry for me being all by myself.”

“I’m offering because I want you here,” you corrected Yuchan as you closed the door, “I’d never say it to just feel sorry for you, I’m trying to give you a way out of feeling bored.”

“Would you really be happy to have me here with you?”

You couldn’t help but nudge Yuchan as he passed you by, “I wouldn’t ask you idiot if I wasn’t happy about the thought of you being here.”

“Hey, who are you calling an idiot?” Yuchan smirked as he met your eyes.

“You, stop fretting so much around me.”

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sugarushsuga · 2 years ago

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New Year's Resolutions

Genre/Au's: Smut; Idol!Verse

Paring: Jimin x F-Reader

Words count: 8.084

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, protected sex, sightly exhibitionism, cheating.

Synopsis: New Year’s party with old friends make old feelings resurface. You don’t have many expectations or resolutions for the up coming year. Until Jimin brings a new light over all the old things left behind.

Author note: This fic has been sitting on my files for months now, I kept waiting to edit it since I wanted to post it on New Year’s Day. But since I’m on a pity and can’t seam to write to save my life, I just decided to edit it and post to not let the Angel’s birthday go by without a fic for him.

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Breathing the cold air of the night you close your eyes and rest back on the soft couch. You don’t intend to stay out for long, just enough to recharge your social battery a little bit longer. It’s cold like every New Year’s in winter, the balcony has an amazing view from the river, where the fireworks show will be held when the clock strikes midnight.

But right now, there are still a few hours to go and so most of the party goers are still inside enjoying the heated room with drinks and food. Outside it’s only you and another two people who are further away smoking a cigarette.

You sigh tiredly. It has been weeks or maybe even months since you agreed to attend this New Year’s party, you even got pretty excited about it, a chance to dress up and meet up with your friends from school, the ones you are still in touch with and the ones you’ve lost touch over the years. One of them is the co-owner of the hotel and offered the place for the party.

And that should’ve been a hint that this party wouldn’t be anything more than an excuse for your old classmates to try to overpower and overshadow each other’s accomplishments and richness. You hate it. Not that you are doing bad, you just don’t enjoy rubbing your accomplishments on others' faces, you are sure everyone worked really hard to be where they are even if it’s not where they dreamed to be. You don’t understand what is the need to or why people want to show they are better or more accomplished. Who has a better job, who lives better, who already have kids, who is married, who is engaged, who has a boyfriend and, oh! Did you see? That one is single, poor classmate. Or, their significant other is not well accomplished.

Once again you feel out of place with them, just like in the old school days.

You swill the Champaign in your flute, taking a sip you rest your head back enjoying the way the cold December air burns your throat as it fills your lungs. Alone enjoying the freezing cold air, until a shadow blocks the light coming from the ballroom inside.

“Is your New Year’s resolution to freeze yourself before the new year actually starts?”

Opening your eyes, you see the tall man standing in front of you, the light making his shadow a tall monster over you. He has a back suit, no tie, top buttons undone, some chains around his neck, his hair perfectly styled back, shiny shoes, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holds a Champagne flute like yours. You’ve seen him dressed like that one hundred and a million times and you still get dumbfounded by the view. This time is even more breathtaking since it is not just a photo or video of him.

“Jimin,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Your date is inside having the time of his life with our friends. He seems to fit in with them as if he has always been part of the group, and you are out here alone.” He says tilting his head.

“I’m not alone, Junhee and his date are out here smoking.” You say.

“They are?” He raises a brow. “Pretty sure I saw them walking in a couple of minutes ago.”

You look around the balcony and he is right, they are not here anymore.

“Why are you alone?” He asks, this time his voice is softer.

You sigh as you organize the words inside your head. “I- I’m tired.” Your sentence sounds a lot more like a question than an affirmative and you kick yourself mentally for it.

“Of the social gathering? Of meeting up with our old class? Of your date, or just really hiding from it all?” He asks with a hint of a smile on his lips as he sips his Champaign, half of his flute is gone now.

“All of those?” You mutter shrugging your shoulders feeling cold. You left your coat at the coat check at the beginning of the party.

“You know, you didn’t need to come if you didn’t want to.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other making the shadow over you dance from one side to the other.

“I did want to come, but once I got here, I wanted to leave.” You admit looking at the glass in your hand.

“Y/n,” his voice is sweet when he calls your name. “If you don’t want to be here you can always leave, there is no problem in doing it.”

You look up and Jimin is staring at you, his eyes intense and sweet, his angelic face is serious with genuine concern for an old friend. That's just so like him. To be selfless, to be concerned for everyone around him, to come outside in the cold to console an old friend who is putting herself down for comparing herself with the others inside.

If anything, you should be feeling even worse now that you are facing Jimin. If not, he is the most successful one at the party -of course Taehyung is tied with him, but since Taehyung is not the one here, Jimin is the most successful one present at this moment. BTS is at the all-time top, and nothing seems to be slowing them down at any time soon. And yet here he is, chugging down his flute of Chandon and watching you wallow in self-pity.

“You don’t understand how much I hate myself for feeling like this, I know they are no best and I’m no worst but, still I can’t help feeling like I have nothing I can ever brag about. I was never the best at any of our classes, I didn’t go to a prestigious university, I didn’t study abroad, I don’t have a company with billions of net worth… l, I just don’t have anything to ever brag about.” You press your eyes closed hating how you just poured all of this out to him.

“Y/n,” Jimin takes a seat by your side, his Champagne flute is now empty. “You don’t have to compare yourself to others, I know it is much easier said than done but it’s true. They don’t live your life and I’m sure there are people who’d like to be where you are right now, plus you do have some things to brag about the old days, you just don’t recall it.”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “Being good at claw game machines is no skill to brag about, Jimin.”

“Oh! That one is a good one, but I wasn’t talking about that.” He takes your glass and drinks your Champaign in one sip. “You were Taehyung’s first, real, kiss.” He points at you holding your empty glass.

You roll your eyes. He is right, but that is nothing to brag about, also most people would just think you are lying about it.

Some of your old classmates might remember it, but if you ever bring it up, they probably will just pretend they don’t, and without Tae to back it up you’d never bring this up. -Also, you’d never recall this happening in respect of his relationship, it was just a truth of dare game when you were still in high school.

“Jimin, is not like I can just bring this up, they won’t believe it or pretend they don’t remember, plus it has been almost ten years since then.” You scoff.

“Hm… true, what about… the fact you were my first time?” He asks with a shiny innocent smile making you choke on the cold air.

“Jimin!” You censor him.

“What? It’s true!” He presses.

“It doesn’t matter!” You press the back of your hands in your burning hot cheeks averting your gaze from him.

“But it’s true, it was my first and honestly the best time I ever had.” He chuckles at your reaction.

“Okay, I know you want to make me feel better, but there is no need to lie.” You fan your face looking away from him.

“Is not a lie.” He takes one of your cold hands in his warm one. “You know, I hated when you kissed Taehyung, because I had a crush on you. And that day we spent together was really the best one for me.”

“Jimin,” you plead, biting your lower lip.

“Y/n, what else do I have to do?” He tugs on your hand in a way of asking you to look at him and you do. “I’ve liked you for over ten years, I’ve dated other people, I had tons of sex around with other idols, with celebrities from all over the word and still, when I come here I rather spend my time freezing outside in the cold watching you drowning yourself in pity just because your boyfriend fits in with our friends much better than you ever did. Instead of standing there and hearing them all praise me, fill my ego after they had spent years saying that I was never gonna make it.” He rants, voice taking a harder tone as he goes on. “Even now when I’m admitting that I’m still head over heels for you, you push me away because you think that for some twisted reason you aren’t enough when I’m just saying that you are the only one I want.”

You don’t answer him. He is right in everything he said, and you hate it how you can’t put up walls around your heart when it comes to him. Jimin always had the ability to see through you, maybe that’s why you always have been attracted to him. He is the only one who can untangle the mess of feelings and thoughts inside your head. The only one who’s words hurt you but warms you all at the same time. The one you had to let go so he could pursue his glorious and bright future without any hold backs or worries.

At any point you were too pretentious to think he wouldn’t get where he is because of you. No. You always knew he and BTS would make it. But he wanted to date you and you wanted him to live his life to the fullest, to enjoy his every day, his every night, to find his pleasure anywhere he was at, and being tied to you would only hurt you both. Maybe things would end up in a bad way, with both of you hurt, so you let him go. Said that you only wanted to be friends with benefits and if that wasn’t enough you should try to only stay friends.

He kept in touch from time to time, a text message here and there, a few years without seeing each other due to his busy schedule. Friendly greetings on the few gatherings he managed to go to, always with someone else, usually Taehyung, standing in between you two.

This is probably the longest time you both had ever been alone since then.

“If you want to stay here drowning your sorrows in Chandon, fine, go ahead.” Jimin drops your hand as he gets up from the couch.

He places his blazer on your shoulders before he takes both flutes and heads back inside. The blazer is still warm from his body, you can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself and sniff the expensive fabric in an attempt to feel him closer to you.

You stay there wrapped in his jacket thinking about what he just told you, he is right about you putting yourself down in light of others, you always thought of yourself less than the others, maybe the reason why you never really fitted in has always been for your lack of confidence in yourself. Since you always saw yourself as less you never felt the honesty of others when it was aimed at you.

Just like you always diminished Jimin’s feelings for you, he always made them known and clear, but you just brushed it off as him trying to comfort you for not being great at anything, just an average person living an average life.

A commotion inside gets your attention, from the big glass wall that leads to the inside of the ball room you can see Jimin, Taehyung and some of the other guys drowning glasses of some drink you can’t make out from the distance. Seunghyun, your date, is taking part in whatever game they are playing.

Seunghyun is not bad, you are not in love with him, and you don’t think you’ll be. You do think he looks good, strong jaw and overall good looking, but he doesn’t make shivers run up your body or your heart race when you know you’ll see him. He sees you as an asset, you look good by his side, it makes him look good in the picture. Both your mothers have been friends for years.

The blind date they set up for you seemed good last month when you met him. You’ve been on 7 dates with him. Mostly dinners and the end of year company parties. He did try to make things more serious, but you don’t feel as if you are on the same page as him. You don’t feel seen or heard when you are with him, much less cared about.

As you walk to your late twenties your mother has been nagging you about finding someone to build a family with. You need to start dating someone who you can marry and have kids with, you need someone who you can care about, who will be by your side when you grow old. When she talks about this someone, she refers to your future son or daughter, as you both know well that husbands and fathers can just walk out of your life as if you never existed, but the kids remain.

But when you think of this someone she talks about, you picture a 19 year old boy, with rounder cheeks, dark hair, soft eyes and plumb lips. With an angelic voice and dark eyeliner. A boy who touched your body as if he was touching the most delicate art work ever made in history. One who kept asking nonstop if this is fine, that was always humming your favorite song, which turned into a man you see on tv, hears on the radio, is everywhere followed by millions.

When you look inside again the game is over and everyone is scared in groups chatting and drinking and laughing, waiting for the clock to strike midnight ending this year and starting a new, hopeful one.

You get up and shiver as the ice cold wind brushes through your body, slipping your arms though the arm of the blazer jacket. Your steps are shaky from the cold and also from the fear that guides you. You can’t feel the biting cold of the glass door as you push it open walking into the ballroom. Just the kids who are playing closer to the door that take notice of you walking in, everyone else too engrossed in their own bubble.

You look though the groups searching for the man who came with you, but your eyes seem to have a target of their own, they land on Jimin more times than you’d like to admit. He knows you are looking at him, at one time he stares back even raising his Champagne flute at you before taking a sip.

You take a flute from a passing waiter and walk around the room looking for your date. Trying your best to avoid the man your eyes and body crave for. After Jimin’s confession, you can’t pretend anymore that you don’t have feelings for him. He made it all come out from the place you buried it on the day you turned him down. And now you think it is just too much to be in a room full of people and him and pretend like you are just fine with things as they are. As if you aren’t boxing all the what ifs scenarios that your head tries to play with all the possibilities of the past.

“Y/n,” your spinning thoughts are paused by Seunghyun calling your name. “Have you meet Iljung’s wife, Chaerin? She also works on the finance market.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders, not noticing, or not commenting about the jacket you have, he places a new flute of Chandon on your hand and drives you to the couple.

Yes, you’ve met her before, on a few class meetings and on their wedding day. She is pregnant with their second child and it’s going to be a boy. They have a two year old girl called Chaeil, who looks just like her mom.

You do some small talk with them, Iljung and Seunghyun became best friends in the last few hours, as Jimin pointed out, he does fit in with your friends much better than you do. For the first time since ever, the thought doesn’t seem to annoy you, you actually don’t care about it.

As if pulled by a magnet your eyes land on him. Jimin is by the bar with Taehyung and a group of people, mostly women.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Chaerin calls you, twice.

“Yes?” You jump once she touches your arm.

“Can you go to the toilet with me? I need a little hand to open my jumpsuit.” She asks.

“Oh, of course not. If you excuse us.” You say drowning your Champaign before following her. You only realize she is wearing a jumpsuit now that she mentioned it. Most of the women in the party are wearing long dresses to keep their body warm.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I’ve been wanting to pee for so long and Iljung can’t just come with me to the bathroom.” She says making small talk.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You caress her back and walk with her to the bathroom. Once in there you help her with her jumpsuit, she goes inside a cabin and locks the door.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when I saw Jimin and Taehyung, I didn’t know you all had gone to school together. I was feeling so weird tonight, no dress looked good on me and then Jimin said that I’m the most beautiful woman in the party. I know he was just being sweet, but I can’t help but feel this sincere honesty in his words. It just made my sadness go away.” She says as the sound of her peeing fills the, otherwise, empty bathroom.

“Jimin, doesn’t say things just for saying, he always means what he says.” You hear yourself saying.

“You two seem pretty close.” She points.

“No, we aren’t, we are just old friends from school. Plus, that is what all his interviews say, you know it is so hard to not see or hear anything about BTS these days…” You chuckle nervously.

“Hm…” she hums, getting out of the stall and turning her back at you. You zip up her jumpsuit and fidgets with the button on the blazer sleeve.

Luckily Chaerin seems to forget the topic and move on, she starts talking about the food and how everything is so tasty, especially the cheese pasties, she was never a big fan of it but since the pregnancy… you tune out her words, nodding, humming and dropping a “really, don’t you say it” here and there. Your thoughts are consumed by Jimin.

Back to her husband and your date, they are now talking about real estate and how Iljung and Chaerin managed to buy this big house in a noble neighborhood for half of the market price. The pregnant woman joins the conversation very excitedly talking about the renovations they did and the kids' rooms.

Three champagnes later the topic remains, you nod and smile here and there agreeing to everything that is said, your eyes traveling from one side of the room to another from time to time following the angelic smiles and perfectly styled hair.

Taehyung approaches your group to bid his farewell and wish everyone a great turn of the year. He is leaving, not waiting for the fireworks. On the short conversation you had with him earlier - when Seunghyun was very immersed in talking with Jimin and some other guys at that moment. Taehyung confessed that he and Jimin were just dropping by to see the old friends, they were actually, turning the year on a private party that Hoseok was doing, a lot less people, much more private and no chances of being filmed drunk or put in a difficult situation. He also mentioned the fact that the significant others of the dating members would be there too.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year, since I’m already leaving.” Taehyung smiles.

“Oh? Already?” Chaerin pouts. “Why are you leaving so soon? Are you not going to see the fireworks? Are you going to spend it alone?” She shoots question after question without taking a break to breath.

You give him a look of sympathy feeling bad that probably a lot of people there are wondering the same thing if not trying to find out where he is going to.

“No, I’m not spending it alone, I’ll spend it with my parents and sister. They are already waiting for me.” Taehyung gave her a polite smile.

“It was great to see you, we should meet up more often.” Iljung suggests and Taehyung nods in a way that says that is not going to happen.

“It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be looking forward to the next class reunion to talk to you again.” Seunghyun offers to shake his hand.

Taehyung gives you an impressed look and takes a step in your direction pulling you into a hug.

“I had the impression you weren’t that serious with him.” He whispers in your ear.

“We are not serious, I’m not in love with him.” You say patting his back.

“That’s good, great actually!” He says with a mischievous smile as he breaks the hug. “I’m really happy to see you again Y/n, I’m looking forward to seeing you more often. I’m quite sure it’ll be sooner than we imagine.”

“Wha-“ you cut yourself realizing the others can hear you.

Taehyung smooths the blazer over your shoulders before giving both men another hand shake and a quick hug on the pregnant woman and waves his good-byes before moving to the next group and leaving the party in another five minutes.

Once again you can’t really focus on the conversation that your group engages, your eyes scan the party looking for the man that borrowed you, his blazer. You can’t find him, maybe he left together with his group mate, who makes you wonder why he didn’t say goodbye. Iljung is telling some old story about how he used to play football with Taehyung and Jimin and how the other members, trainees at the time, also joined.

Some other people join the group, mostly your male classmates, they all share stories about their adventures during physical education with your famous friends. Sometime during this talk Chaerin moves to stand by your side. You don’t notice it until she caresses the blazer sleeve where your arm is.

“This is such a nice blazer. Who does it belong to?” She asks directly with a low voice, so others won’t hear it.

“What?” you ask, trying to cover your surprise with confusion.

“Seunghyun still has his own, so it is not his. Suddenly you had it on, I didn’t see anyone giving it to you.”

“I- I don’t know” you reply trying to keep your face neutral. “I found it outside when I went to take some air.”

“Oh!” She nods. “Maybe you should look at the pockets, it may have something to identify who it does belong to, maybe the coat ticket.” She watches you expectantly.

Under her intense gaze you make the body tap dance, palming the pockets of the jacket, pretending to look for some identification of who the jacked may belong to. On the right outer pocket, you find some sort of paper, you take it out and look at it, just that is not the coat ticket, it is bigger and thicker, it has a number on it but not the coat number.

“See?” Chaerin says smiling, “everyone came with a coat now we can find who the blazer belongs too” she smiles wildly.

“Yeah…” your voice trembles and you hope she doesn’t hear it.

“Maybe it is from someone who is not at the party, I don’t remember seeing many guys without their jackets.” Chaerin keeps on blabbing as she tugs you by the arm leading you away from the group of men talking about football teams.

“Where are you going?” Stopping you watch her.

“Where else? To the coat check, let's solve this mystery.” She says excitedly.

“Hm… but, we have to go down stairs, are you gonna be fine?” You bite your lower lip hoping she takes your nervousness as worry.

“Oh, that’s true…” she deflates a little. “But on the other side there is the elevator we can take it.” She chips, changing her direction.

“But won’t people think it's weird we’re going down? They may think you are not feeling well and get worried.” You quickly add trying to find a way out. “What if-“ you say, coming up with a plan. “You stay at the party, and I quickly go down stairs, check who the jacket belongs to and come back up? That way nobody will get worried about you.” -and you won’t find out this isn’t a coat ticket- you mentally add.

“But what if people ask about you?”

You doubt anyone will do it. “Just say I went to the bathroom, it's in that direction anyway.”

She stops to think, biting her lower lip and tapping her chin. “Yeah, it’ll only take you about five minutes, right?” You nod. “Fine, but you come straight to tell me, okay?”

Nodding you turn towards the door that leads to the bathroom and to the stairs that leads to the first floor of the hotel. You take quick steps holding on the handrail to make sure you won't fall as you descend it. Once in the lobby floor you need to look around to spot the elevator, you weren't paying attention to the hotel interior when you came in with Seunghyun.

Once you spot it, you make your way trying to look confident and like you know where you are going. Pressing the button, you pray that no one at the party has decided to spend the night in the hotel or is leaving early, you don't want an awkward encounter.

When the door pings open you get inside as fast as possible trying to not twist your ankle in your haste. You press the 29th floor button and pray that nobody shows up before the door closes.

Once you are enclosed in a metal box, your nerves start to bite at you again. Your palms start to sweat, and you think you are shaking. Trying to convince your own self that it is from the cold, as you clean away the thoughts of what are the chances that he is there? that he hasn’t actually left? that he is waiting for you? What if he is there? What if he is waiting for you? Then what? What if he is there with someone else? Then what?

There is no time to think on the answers, the doors slide open making you look up. Knowing you need to get out your feet seem to glue on the floor, and you can’t move. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just dropped the blazer at the coat check saying you found it somewhere? They will go through the pockets and find the room key, they will ring the guests and tell them about it. The doors ding, signaling that it's closing and you take a step putting your hand in between them to stop it.

Stepping out of the elevator the room card burns inside the blazer’s pocket. Taking small and short steps you find yourself in front of the room. There are few rooms on the floor, as they are the master bedrooms. With trembling hands, you scan the card on the door’s lock. The green light blinks, unlocking it. You don’t know when your brain commands your hand to push the door open, but you do.

The lights are dim, the white dress shirt is thrown carelessly over the couch in the room’s living room. Other than the Valentino's expensive shiny black shoes there aren’t any more discarded clothes. The whole room is quiet, and you wonder if it’s because there isn’t anyone in there or if it’s because your heart beats so loud in your ears that it muffles all else. Entering the master bedroom, he’s there.

Black pants on a new jacket on, this one is blue with gold and many flowers embroidered on it, a glass of wine in his hand, his back faces you as he watches the night sky through the window wall.

“And here you are, hiding away, drowning your sorrows in Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is better than Chandon. I didn’t think you’d come” he admits looking at you through the reflection in the window.

“I shouldn’t have come.” You stare at his eyes in the reflection.

“You shouldn’t have.” He confirms. “But I’m happy you did.”

He places the wine glass on the table by the window and turns towards you. Your eyes follow the links of the chains around his neck going down his torso, traveling to the soft lines of his defined abdomen. A spark rises from your core and spreads through your body. You should leave, and yet you take a step in his direction.

“I thought you would spend the turn with your members.” You look around the room, there is a carry-on suitcase open in the further corner of the room by the bathroom door. The lights are on in the other room, the door ajar.

“That was my safe option, but this is where I’d really wanted to be. Even though I’m scared to make the turn alone in this room.”

“You can always go back down to the party.” You comment stopping by the table and looking down the window. The party balcony is softly illuminated, and is quite far away from where you are now.

“This is where I want to be, not down there.” Jimin repeats, eyes boring holes on your face as he stares at you looking down.

“My boyfriend didn’t even care that I was gone.” You turn toward him fidgeting with the room key in your hands.

“Y/n,” Jimin’s voice is soft, calling your name. “I won’t ever know what you want, what you are feeling if you don’t tell me.” He places a strand of hair behind your year.

You - the voice in your head screams at him. But your mouth says. “I have a boyfriend.” Still your head tilts and you press your cheek in his warm hand.

He caresses it for a moment, before his hand slides down your cheek, through your neck, his finger tangles with the hair on the back of your neck, his other hand finds it way around your waist. Stumbling you crash hard against his chest when he pulls you to himself.

Jimin’s plump lips are warm and taste like wine. The press of his lips is soft, contrasting with the way his hands grab at your body pressing you hard against his own. Your lips part, taking his bottom lip on yours, sucking on it, savoring the wine taste and the soft groan that comes from the man.

His lips part from yours only to come back, this time with hunger as his tongue passes by your lips finding its way towards yours, his wet muscle caresses yours in a dangerous dance. Your moan is swallowed by his lips. The hand on the back of your head guides you so he can deepen the kiss.

Your mind is hazy once he finally breaks the kiss. Maybe it is the lack of air, to which you take a deep breath, but maybe it is all because of the way he looks at you, eye hooded, dark with lust and that warmth of his genuine care. Your arms wrap around his waist, he trembles in your arms when your cold hands touch the bare skin of his back.

“Y/n” Jimin's voice comes out rough.

His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he shallows, you place a soft kiss on it, and then another on more to the left, and yet another following up to his jaw. The hand on your waist slowly slides down to your ass, his head rolls back exposing more of his skin is a clear invitation that you don’t even need to think twice.

Wetting your lips, they follow the muscle up his neck, licking and kissing their way to the ink behind his ear. You breath softly against the spot and his fingers dig on the fabric of your dress groping your ass. The bulge pressing against your lower stomach grows harder and so does the wetness on your center. You kiss the teasing mole on his collar bone.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of you, they travel up and down your body, grasping at the fabric of your dress, digging on your skin, trying to get more but at the same time waiting for your approval, for your permission. Caressing your shoulders, he removes the blazer from your shoulders and carelessly throws it on the floor, fingers reaching the zipper on the back of your neck. His eyes stare at yours in a silent question, his hands only work again when you nod.

The easy way he manages to undo your dress adds weight to his words from earlier, he did get more experienced over the past years. His fringes brush your shoulders again as they push the fabric off, his hands are warm and they tremble slightly, betraying his confident stance. You take your hands off him to help him rid your body from its confinement.

Taking a sharp breath Jimin drops your dress on the floor and stares at your body. “Fuck!”

A shiver runs up your body at the same time heat pools in your middle. His hungry eyes follow every curve of your body, taking their time over your bare breasts and the fabric of your blue-stay-at-home panties. A smirk spreads over his lips.

“You didn’t plan the night to go anywhere close to this.” The teasing in his voice has heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Jimin-“ you mumble looking away towards the night outside the window.

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on having sex with that asshole.” He breathes against your ear. Hands caressing the exposed skin of your hips, traveling up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs and index fingers automatically pinching and rolling your nipples.

Your eyes fall shut against your will, you don’t want to close your eyes, you want to watch Jimin, you want to see him devour you with his dark lusten eyes. Your lips feel dry from being parted from so long letting gasp after gasp out in approval of his ministrations over your body. His lips brush over your neck, hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

Plumb lips suck hard on your sweet spot at the same time his index finger slips past your panties band tracing a line down your pussy, your hands grab at the thick expensive fabric of his jacket. He brushes over your swollen clit. Your moan is obscene when he circles your drenched entrance. You clench around nothing.

“I could come just from feeling you up like this.” Jimin admits.

Your eyes travel from his angelic face down his body, stopping at the tightness on his crotch. Commanding your fingers to let go of his jacket you gently push it off of his shoulders, caressing the skin of his arms as the fabric falls off. Your hands make their way back up, caressing his lean muscular shoulders, lightly pressing the skin on his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Biting your lip, you look up at him. His dark eyes follow your every move, drinking every caress you offer.

You feel his sharp intake of air when your fingers caress over his nipples, slipping down to his abdomen, he flexes the muscles there, making you giggle softly. The few strands of hair underneath his navel are soft and disappear inside his pants. Just as he did to you, you look up asking for his silent permission.

Jimin nods.

Your hands shake as you hold the fabric of his pants and try to pass the button through its loophole. His warm hands cover yours, stopping all your movements. Is reassuring. It warms you inside, knowing that he won’t move further if you don’t want to. But you do, and for the first time in so long, you are confident that this is what you want.

You tiptoe to press your lips on his. Jimin is quick to respond to your kiss, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your head so he can deepen it. You fumble a little but manage to undo his pants, caressing his waist as you push the fabric of pants and boxers off his round muscular ass. You can’t help yourself but pinch his back side.

Jimin yelps and laughs with you. Kicking the mount of clothes away he lifts your chin pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure about it?”

You nod. He doesn’t move.

“Just like the sun will rise in the morning. I’ve never felt this right in my life.” You admit looking into his eyes, showing him the deepest desire that burns in you. Your heart has belonged to him for so many years that you always thought everyone could see it.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. Taking a step back, Jimin peaks your lips before heading to the open suitcase across the room, he throws a few more of his expensive perfectly folded clothes to the floor before finding a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Jimin pumps himself a couple of times before unrolling the protection on himself. The foil is also thrown to the floor.

Licking your lips, you swallow the saliva that gathers in your mouth as you focus on the muscle in between his legs. Once he is back in front of you his teasing smirk makes you blush and look away. Seeing your putty reflection in the windows you avert your eyes to the floor.

“Come on Y/n, I’m sure you don’t find these grandma panties sexy.” He jokes.

“They are comfortable.” You pout.

“They are a turn off.” Jimin keeps making fun of it.

“You don’t seem turned off.” You defy raising a brow and pressing your finger to the head of his proud standing cock.

“You know that just one look from you and I’m hard as rock.” He confesses making your jaw drop. Averting his eyes to your blue panties he adds, “if you want to stop, we can stop it, at any point. I won’t get mad or upset with you.”

“Jimin,” you call, waiting until he looks back into your eyes. “I don’t want to stop, I want you to fill my body, because my mind is already full of you. It has been for the past years.”

You push your panties down and the wet fabric clings to your pussy, stretching the clean lubrification once it's peeled from your skin. Jimin licks his lips as if he is watching a full meal set in front of him after being starved. You kick the wet fabric aside.

His right hand rests on your hips as his lips find yours once again. Your hands tangle on his dark hair, messing it up. The kiss is sweet despite the hunger burning inside both of you. Jimin, caresses your side, raising your leg to rest against his hip. You can hear the wet sound of your folds partying with the movement. He smiles in the kiss, and you tighten your closed eyes trying to control your embarrassment.

Jimin presses your back to the glass, and you jump in his arms as the cold glass shocks your heated body. His lips move to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as his fingers caress your sides.

Keeping one hand at his neck the other hand helps him guide his cock. He presses it to your wet folds, using your natural accumulated lubrification to wet his protected hardness. Pressing his head to your clit you moan as he tugs on your bottom lip. You press his head into your entrance lifting yourself on your tiptoes.

Steady and slowly, Jimin pushes in, thrusts himself into you, savoring the warmth that welcomes him, feeling your fluttering walls around him. His head falls back as throaty moans escape his lips, a new wave of your arousal coats the protection upon hearing the sound coming from the man in your arms.

Kissing his neck, you bask in the feeling of being rightfully full. Jimin has bottomed out on you, his thickness is just right, enough to feel a comfortable stretch. He rests his forehead on yours, his breath fanning across your face as he makes eye contact with you. The first thrust is shallow, more a roll of his hips than an actual trust.

The next movement half of his cock is pulled out before he pushes it back in, it’s a slow steady pace, you close your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him filling you up whenever he thrusts into you. Your clit lightly brushes against his skin. That warm fluffy feeling filling your body, growing inside of you.

Jimin’s moans are soft, matching yours, more like breathing against your neck. He is feeding himself without a rush. He is savoring how your walls take him, remembering how you felt on your first time. You were both inexperienced but even then, he felt just like the right fit for you.

Tentatively you roll your hips during his trust, the harder friction makes you gasp louder. Jimin’s soft lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to keep going like that. Whispering your name, saying how good you feel. Your lips keep on calling for him, pleading him to not stop. And he doesn’t.

Trusting faster on you his body starts to gleam with sweat, the warmth inside you grows hotter, your walls tighter, as the waves of pleasure spread through your body, his moans grow louder just like your calls for his name. He presses you so hard against his chest that you think you’ll get tattooed on it. You can fill your bugging stomach against him every time he trusts in you.

You feel a tightness inside of you growing, as the waves of pleasure grow stronger, you roll your hips faster, chancing your high, his cock is moving faster, until they are gone.

You stumble as you open your eyes. There’s some noise outside but you can’t make it out too astonished by how Jimin just pulled out of you.

“What th-'' you try to question him. He’s clearly also fucked up and annoyed by his own interruption.

Jimin cut your words with a hard press of his lips on yours. “Turn around” when you don’t move, still annoyed, he turns you by your shoulders. “Look outside.” He instructs, stepping behind you, he uses his feet to part your legs widening your instance. You feel him aligning himself in your entrance once again. He trusts in, swiftly and all at once this time.

“Fuck” you moan loudly as his head caresses your sensitive spot. Looking outside you see people gathering at the balcony way too many floors below you.

Jimin presses his body on your back and you arch it so he can hit your spot over and over during each one of his trust. Placing your hands on the glass to not hit your face on it the cold glass brush over your hardened nipples sending shivers over your body. His index finger finds your swollen and neglected clit. With expertise Jimin pinches your bundle of nerves making you jump in place before starting to caress it.

The tightness upon your stomach is back and much tighter than before. The waves of pleasure wash over you making your body tremble. Your pussy clenches at each trust of his hips, your fingers try to grab at the glass at the same time your toes curl, something explodes inside of you, warm and full of different colors sending electricity all over your body, making colorful sparks shine behind your eyelids.

Jimin’s thrusts grow erratic, and he buries himself deep inside of you at the same time another explosion happens. The shocks of pleasure are still running over your body making your pussy flutter and pulse around him milking off his cum inside the condom.

His skin is sticking to yours, his lips brush your temple. “Happy new year, Y/n.”

You take his hand linking your fingers with his. “Happy new year, my love.”

His smile is full of teeth, you know that because you can see it reflected on the window in between explosions of fireworks. You two remain there connected and in each other’s arms until the explosions end. Jimin takes a step back, easing himself out of you, to what you let out a sad sigh. You can heat the indistinct noise of the condom being tied as you watch his round ass going inside the bathroom through the window.

You hear the sound of the toilet being flushed before the tap water runs. You turn around just in time to see Jimin walk out with a damp towel. In another silent agreement he cleans you up with the delicacy that only an angel could have. Once he is done the towel is thrown back into the bathroom, which now has the lights off.

Pulling you along with him, Jimin dresses a new pair of boxer briefs straight out of his suitcase and pulls one of his Be a good Human colorful oversized shit through your head, before guiding you to bed. He climbs in first, moving to the middle and pulling you to rest on his naked chest.

“What now?” You ask with your cheek on his chest, hand caressing his skin.

“We enjoy this moment.” He caresses your hair. “We sleep together, we wake up together.”

“Jimin-“ you call.

“Tomorrow, you dump that douchebag, how can he not even realize you were outside in the cold for so long?”

“Jimin.” You say again.

“We’ll wake up, make love again, take a shower or maybe a bath together, eat some delicious breakfast together, maybe have sex, or make love again… I haven’t decided. Then you’ll start to date me.” He says pressing his soft lips on your forehead. “Oh, and we’ll have New Year's dinner with my parents.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, lightly slapping his chest.

“What?”

“What are your New Year’s resolutions?” You ask looking up at him.

“Hm…” he hums thinking for a moment. “Show the world a better side of me, my unique color.” He nods to himself. “What about yours? Besides, try to freeze yourself outside earlier.”

“All of those things you just said. Wake up with you, have breakfast with you, make love, have sex, dump Seunghyun, have dinner with your parents, be by your side, supporting you. Knowing that I’m enough for you with all my flaws. That’s my resolution.” You say resting your chin on his chest looking at him.

There is a heart stopping smile that spreads through his lips, his kiss is soft and short, but you don’t mind. You have a lot of time for more, a whole new year for kisses and Jimin.

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Love isn’t a timely feeling

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Jang Hyunho x fem!reader

Plot:when the world collapses on your shoulders you’re scared you won’t get up again. Luckily there’s someone there to hold you anytime your legs shake…but at what price?

Warnings:death, bad language, sad content

Please notice:for writing purposes I had to add a random character made by me:say hi to Bora

Read the sequel here:Invisible string

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Another alarm went off, another day trying to survive, but this time you were on your own since your best friend had been executed the night before. She wasn’t a mafia, you didn’t even understand how your classmates could vote for her since you had proved them that she was a citizen, however things went as they had to go.

You looked around, as Junhee had asked the night before, everyone was surely on their way to gather in the hall, but you didn’t move. You stayed still, sat in the bathroom where you spent the night hiding, or at least that was what you had pretended to do.

You didn’t care about living no more, without your friend it didn’t make sense, so if you died you would’ve been happy. You were still alive tho.

You rested your head against the wall, closing your eyes in hope to sleep a little more and let your mind rest, but someone knocked at the door of your cabin.

You sighed, opening it just to see Hyunho’s face:

“What’s up?” you asked, in a breath of sound

“We’re supposed to gather in the hall,haven’t you read Junhee’s text?” he talked softly

“I have, I’m just ignoring it. Please, leave” you closed the door again, but Hyunho blocked it with his hand

“You’ve got no time to give up” he said

“I’ve already given up. That’s why I’m here -you tried to close the door again, but the boy didn’t let you do so- now, I’ll ask you one more time:please,leave”

“You were close to Bora, weren’t you?”

“Do we have to talk about it? -holding back your tears had never been that hard- she wa-…she’s my best friend” you explained.

Hyunho sighed, kneeling down at your height:his left hand rested on your leg while the other gently caressed your cheek:

“She wouldn’t be happy to see you like this. Now you need to go through the game for her as well”. his voice was sweet and warm. It sounded like an embrace, but it didn’t help you feeling better in any way; otherwise you burst into tears.

Hyunho lead your head to his shoulder, while your hands grabbed his shirt. Your grip was desperate, you were using so much strength that your fingers turned red:

“I can’t do this without her. I can’t. I’m sorry, I’m sorry Bora”

“Why are you apologising? -the boy caressed your head- you’re still alive, you’re still on time to get up and live for the both of you” his words came out in a whisper. Why was he comforting you like that? You had never been friends in the first place; the two of you had barely talked before that moment. Was he so sweet? Or was he just trying to make more friends than enemies?

You wondered that through the whole chat you had in the bathroom, but, at the end of the day, he was able to help you feel better and get out of there. He was so sweet and so delicate that no one could’ve rejected his help; you didn’t remember the last time you felt so safe in someone’s presence. But there you were.

Without even realising how, you found yourself sticking to Hyunho all the time. Just like Bora, he became your rock.

If something was wrong, he was there to make it better.

If you were tired, he was there to cover your shoulders.

If you were scared, he was there to hold you.

If you were hurt, he was there to heal you.

It happened once:you were exploring the centre when you ended in its darkest dungeons; you had almost got lost for a moment, but you had found your way back to the hall. However, while doing so, you stumbled and ended up cutting your hand.

Once you had gotten back to your classmates you were a mess of pain and blood, but Hyunho was the first one running to you. He lead you to the infirmary, he took care of your wound and, then, of your mind as well.

You weren’t good at that game, it was draining you more and more everyday, but Hyunho was there all the time. You wondered how that could be possible since you knew you were a burden, but he seemed to not care; otherwise he was trying his best to make things easier for you.

“Are you okay now?” he asked, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

After having lunch you had a few quiet hours; so he took you to the rooftop with a bunch of blankets. Your head was resting on his lap, cheeks wet as you had another one of your stupid breakdowns, but there, with him, the world seemed to go silent.

“I’m doing better. I’m sorry” you said, closing your eyes

“You don’t have to apologise” he talked, caressing your back. His hand went up and down, drawing creases on your shirt. His touch was the only thing able to relax your nerves.

Rright there, in that moment, with the breeze on your face and his presence reassuring you, you really believed that you could’ve made it through it if he would’ve stayed by your side.

“But I should. You’ve been taking care of me all the time”

“This is what friends are made for” he said, wrapping your body in a blanket

“I own you a million favours” you turned around, meeting his eyes, but he shook his head:

“You don’t own me anything -he ruffled your hair- let’s get out of here safely”

“That’s a big goal” you joked

“We can do that, don’t worry” his smile was as sweet as always, but his voice was serious. You knew he meant it for real. Your heart flattered thinking about a future with him: could’ve that been possible? Would have you been friends? Or something more? The second option sounded good…you’d loved that.

Suddenly, a bunch of random thoughts came to your mind:you could picture him in his everyday life, by your side, having dates every week, exchanging cute gifts, wearing matching clothes, kissing and…your cheeks turned as red as tomatoes.

“Is everything okay?” Hyunho blinked confused at the sight, but you covered your face with the blanket:

“Yes. Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking”

“About what?” he giggled

“About how my life would be after this game”

“Oh…- Hyunho stayed silent for a second, then he dropped the bomb- am I in it?” he asked, uncovering your face

“Oh…hum…of course”

“In what role?” he leaned closer with an annoying smirk on his lips. He knew what he was doing. You didn’t answer as you got paralysed. Luckily the boy let it be and just laughed, leaving a fast kiss on the tip of your nose.

You didn’t know what happened there, the only thing you were sure about was that, in that moment, your heart had started beating for Jang Hyunho…and you couldn’t do anything about it. You were already far too gone, which wasn’t good, not in a survival game, not after you were still recovering from Bora’s death.

You tried to get away with it, to forget about Hyunho and see him only as a friend again, but you couldn’t, nor he could. The two of you kept looking for one another all the time, naturally.

The first thing he asked himself in the morning was if you were still alive; the last one, during the night, was if you would’ve made it through it again. The more time went by, the more players died; so everyone was automatically more and more exposed, which sent Hyunho crazy. He knew time was getting shorter, and he knew he had something big to confess you,that was why, one night, he just went for it.

“Shall we hide here?” he asked, checking the door of a forgotten room

“We always split our ways at night, are you sure about that?” you demanded

“I don’t think you’re the mafia, and surely I’m not, so I don’t mind it” he smiled.

Hyunho collected a few blankets and snacks, then he locked the entrance

“I think we’re good” he talked, sitting next to you. Your eyes met his, shining at how pretty he was in the dim light. He smiled, caressing your check before sliding his body closer. Your breath got stuck in your throat, your heart started racing in your chest:he was too close, really too close for you to hold back any kind of reaction and look like a friend.

“I need to tell you something before it’s too late” Hyunho talked, holding your hand

“W-what is it?” you pretended you didn’t know, but the only thing you were unaware of was how to react once the truth would’ve been out. You indeed liked him, but you were too scared to lose him to forget about what was happening and rush into a love story.

Hyunho giggled, scratching the back of his neck:

“We both know -he paused, then, with a sigh, he dropped the bomb- I love you yn. I can’t do anything about it. I tried, because I know that a love story is the last thing we need now, but I can’t control my feelings. You’re always in my mind, the whole time, I don’t wanna lose you…and I don’t want it to happen without telling you the truth”

You didn’t know what to answer, you froze on the spot, holding his hand for dear life. What an awful situation!

“I…don’t think we should have this conversation” you mumbled

“We should, because if anything happens I can’t let go without doing this”

“Doing what- “ you had no time to finish the sentence that Hyunho’s lips met yours.

Everything seems so strange for a second, but you were so attracted to him that you ended up going with the flow.

The boy’s hand rested on your cheek (you were now sure it was his favourite spot) as he leaned even closer. Your fingers interwove in his hair while your nostrils got filled with his scent:you didn’t know how to describe it, it was delicate and soft. So good. So calming. You had no idea how a person could affect both your body and mind in the way he did, but there you were. Love was indeed real…and was,indeed, not a timely feeling.

Hyunho was the first one letting go, but only because he was out of breath. His lips were pinky as they were now stained with your gloss:he looked so cute.

You giggled, checking the time on your phone:

“This round is almost finished…” you sighed. The boy nodded, lying down:

“Come” he said, his arms were wide open to welcome you, so you just rested your head on his shoulder

“I hope everything’s gonna be alright” you whispered

“It will be” he replied, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Hyunho was right, the next day both of you were completely fine…but things were meant to go downhill anyway.

More players got executed and even a few mafias died.

There were only three left:Jungwon, Dabum…and you.

However, you weren’t scared to die as your thoughts were focused on two things:stopping anyone who would’ve proposed to kill Hyunho; and don’t let him find out about your role. You didn’t want him to think you had been lying to him, especially if you wouldn’t have been able to protect him. Seeing him passing in such pain would’ve destroyed you.

You tried, and tried and tried…but sadly one of the worst scenarios turned into reality as Junhee and Yoonseo found out you were their rival.

The night they spilled the truth Hyunho immediately got pale. You could see he was holding back a whole breakdown:his eyes were shining, it didn’t matter if he was trying to hold his tears back, and his hands were shaking in anger.

“I can explain…” on the edge of tears, you turned to the boy who simply looked at you with a disgusted face

“I don’t wanna hear a single word coming from your fucking mouth” he replied, running away.

“Kim Junhee has voted for yn yln”

“Lee Yoonseo has voted for yn yln”

“Ji Dabum has voted for yn yln”

“Oh Jungwon has voted for yn yln”

You gave a look to your phone, then to your classmates, then you wiped your tears away and ran to Hyunho. You had thirty minutes left before dying and he was the only thing that mattered in that moment

“Hyunho!” you called him as soon as he had reached the rooftop:

“Go away! Fucking liar!” he yelled, but you ran to him, grabbing his arms

“Listen to me, please, I have no time left”

“I don’t wanna hear your bullshit” he tried to push you away, but you held onto him until the both of you fell to the ground.

The boy’s tears were wetting his shirt, while yours were pouring down your cheeks like the rain pours down from the clouds during a storm

“I’ve never lied to you Hyunho! I never did! I swear! Everything that happened between us was real!”

“You just fooled me! And you know that!” he growled, you had never seem him so desperate.

You shook your head, holding his hands:

“No,no I didn’t. Please, please Hyunho I can’t die knowing that you hate me. Please listen. I didn’t want to be a mafia, nor I tried to fool you in any way! Otherwise I’ve been doing my best to protect you! I loved you Hyunho, and I’m so happy that I could spend time with you. I’ll never forget how you made me feel and how you helped me through everything”

“Have you killed Bora?” he suddenly asked

“No! No I didn’t! I’ve never killed anyone, I swear on Bora’s soul! I would never be able to hurt my classmates, and you know that! Also…do you -you sobbed, coughing for a moment- do you remember when… when I got hurt exploring?” you demanded, Hyunho nodded

“That was the only time I lied. I-I didn’t hurt myself, I had a fight with another mafia. He was mad at me because I wasn’t helping”

“He? Who was that?” Hyunho grabbed your shoulders, dragging you closer

“I can’t tell you, but you know it. Just…just please don’t hate me…I’m begging you Hyunho”

The boy hugged you tightly. Your chin rested on his shoulder, while your hands grabbed the back of his shirt. Probably there were ten minutes left, but you didn’t have the strength to say goodbye to your loved one.

“I could never hate you yn. Never. Even if I tried -his face sank in your soft hair- I love you, I love you so much, and I know you didn’t want to do it. No one wanted” his eyes met yours while his fingers put a few strands of your hair behind your hear

“Get the other mafias out, okay?” you talked, choking on your own words. Hyunho sobbed, nodding.

“Have you… have you voted?” you then asked, caressing his face

“I haven’t yet…”

“Do it…there’s no time left. Vote for me”

The boy grabbed his phone

“Jang Hyunho has voted for yn yln”

“I’m…I’m so sorry” he cried, throwing the object away

“It’s okay. That’s how things were supposed to go. As long as you’re safe, I’m happy -you smiled through the tears, kissing his forehead- now go. Please, go”

Hyunho shook his head, holding onto you. His grip was firm on your arms. He was shaking like a leaf falling down from a tree.

“I can’t…”

“Please…”

“I can’t yn…”

“Please go, I don’t want you to see it -you gulped- I’m begging you”

“Fuck, it’s not fair -Hyunho swore, his jaw clenched- I love you. I’ll always do” he said again, placing one last kiss on your lips before running away.

You looked at him, meeting his teary eyes one last time; then, when midnight struck, your body took his last flight, becoming one with the sky.

“Yn yln has been executed. Yn yln was a mafia”

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Author’s notes:EVERYBODY DON’T COME AT ME!! I’m a sucker for the desolated lovers trope or whatever this is called, but I swear:on the next story my boy will finally get an happy ending!

Hope you enjoyed this story💕

#night has come #night has come kdrama #kdrama #night has come x reader #night has come hyunho #jang hyunho #hong mingi #night has come kyung jun #go kyung jun #cha woomin x reader #cha woo min #lee jaein #kim wooseok

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seollenda-moved · 3 years ago

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risk taken (trainee!reader x trainee!sana)

pt 2/2 to “shy shy shy…”

[ requests open ! ]

CW: n/a

word count: ~2200

the next couple days at jyp swept you up in hectic schedules. you didn’t fancy yourself low energy, but this breakneck pace would set exhaustion in anyone’s bones. you passed out the moment your head hit the pillow, and hurried awake every early morning.

saturday rolled around, your first rare weekend off. your roommate had wheedled at you to join her and her friends on a shopping outing, but you were exhausted and wanted to get ahead on korean homework. she’d thought you were crazy.

“you’ll burn out in a month like this,” she replied, shaking her head. but to you, this was recharging. “suit yourself!”

the door shut and you drew your fuzzy socked feet up on your desk chair, contentedly settling into your chair for a short while of quiet.

that is, until your door was assaulted by a couple fast taps.

you glanced at the clock, shutting the poetry book you were annotating. it’d only been 15 minutes—maybe junhee left something in the room? but she wouldn’t bother knocking, would she?

you pulled your creased hair down from its ponytail, pulling the door open with your other hand…

…to reveal sana, dolled up and smiling just as brightly at you as she had a couple days ago. besides nightly rehearsals which left little time for socialisation, you’d barely gotten a chance to chat with your two new friends.

she pushed a dark strand of hair behind her ear, which was set in a style of two half-up pigtails. she looked, frankly, adorable.

“hi—!” she chirped, using your name in a greeting which made your heart flutter a bit. “are you busy?”

you looked down at your own disheveled appearance. “uhh, not really.”

“oh good! do you want to come with momo and i to itaewon tonight?”

her imploring gaze was already impossible to resist, but you’d also grown bored in the fifteen minutes of homework you’d attempted anyway.

“sure, why not?”

sana beamed at you. somehow her happiness doubled every time you thought she couldn’t get brighter. “i’m not ready at all though, i don’t want to keep you guys waiting…”

“oh it’s all right, momo is getting ready too,” she waved you off. “i was just ready first so i thought I’d come looking for you while I waited.”

“oh—come in,” you realised, and she mentioned a thanks as you stood back to let her in. you’d tidied your side of the room, but your roommate's mess was still a source of mild embarrassment. she paid it no mind, however, and plopped herself and her heather grey skirt on your bed. her feet hung off the edge, kicking lightly.

“so what should i dress for?” you asked, turning to your closet.

“mmm….we were thinking an art gallery first, momo knows someone who’s exhibiting there this week! we told him we’d come see it,” she said, counting off her fingers. “there’s a nice little japanese restaurant we love, then…well.” she leaned forward conspiratorially, glancing at the otherwise shut door. “there’s a little club we like to go to sometimes. nothing too crazy, but, you know. hip.” her grin turned mischievous.

“oh wow,” you nodded, eyebrows raised. “never took you for a big party girl.”

“i’m not,” she protested. “it’s all for fun one in a while, and we don’t get messy or anything. momo knows a bartender, so we get drinks.”

“momo knows a lot of people, huh?” you said, shuffling through a rather woeful closet. sana giggled.

“yeah, she’s pretty cool.” her voice tinged with an affection that made you glance over your shoulder. her gaze was upturned at the ceiling, vague pride in her absent mindedness. she noticed your attention, however, her warm brown eyes turning to you. “need help?”

“yeah, i don’t really have anything for a night out,” you admitted sheepishly. she reached in to rifle through your things as well. her eyes lit on a silk slip top. she paired its blush tone with your light wash jeans, shoving them into your hands. her light fingers danced across hangers, apparently not satisfied yet.

“i might have something else for you in my room,” she said, shutting the closet doors and returning to her seat. “but this is good!”

you nodded, suddenly frozen in the center of the floor. her gaze snapped to realization, and she quickly raised her hands to cover her eyes.

“sorry. i won’t look.”

you got ready quickly, applying light makeup and pulling your hair into a semblance of a style that you clearly weren’t satisfied with. sana sidled up behind you in the mirror.

“leave it down,” she said softly by your ear. you hoped she didn’t notice the goosebumps she raised as she loosened your hair and let it cascade down your back. she ran a few quick passes of her fingers through its length and nodded resolutely at your reflection.

“you look really cool,” she said emphatically. she retrieved her little purse, looping her arm through yours before you knew what was happening. “ready? momo’s been texting.”

she hurried you down the hall to her room that you quickly realised was shared with momo.

she pushed the slightly ajar door, pulling you into the space. sana’s side of the room lovely and decorated in pink and stuffed animals. momo’s was a bit more understated, but still surprisingly girly. what you didn’t expect was to see her simultaneously dressed down in neat streetwear. she greeted you absently, engrossed in finishing her eyeliner.

sana dragged you over to her closet, rifling through her (much more numerous) hangers. her eyes lit upon a long, casual pale pink blazer, and she snatched it up and held it in front of you. she grinned.

“gosh, you’ll look great in this,” she said, her voice a bit hushed.

“you said a club,” you said hesitantly, but she only waved you off, handing you the jacket and returning the hanger to its closet.

“like i said. hip.”

“well what kind of club are we going to anyway?” you teased, looking at all three of your differing outfits. a strange expression crossed momo’s face at the question, and she glanced at sana. you caught a brief flash of nervousness between them, but it evaporated when they looked to you.

“a different one,” momo assured you. “an itaewon club.”

“very exclusive,” sana bragged. “momo knows—“

“momo knows someone,” you nod, speaking in unison. the girl in question quirked a flattered smile, suddenly a bit flustered. sana laughed.

“yeah, see, you’re already caught up!”

———

the art gallery was an exhibit of some lovely, if indecipherable, modern works. momo was excitedly greeted by someone you could only assume was the artist exhibiting here, and she was quickly drawn away in animated conversation. your limited understanding of japanese couldn’t keep up with their chatter.

sana took your hand, shaking you out of your stare.

“let’s look around.”

she spent her time peering closely at pieces then stepping backward, flitting across the room in quiet attentiveness. you didn’t know if she was absorbing much more about the art than you were, standing still at each piece.

“hey,” she called your name from across the gallery again, trying to keep quiet but still getting a sour glare from a nearby visitor. “can you translate this for me?”

a manifesto written in english was paper machéd into the canvas. you bent down to squint at it, mumbling it out loud. sana waited until you fell silent.

“well I meant translate, not read it,” she prodded good naturedly.

“oh,” you said quickly. “uhh, it’s about being invisible because of the risk of being rejected. they’re writing about the strangeness of being hated for their love for…” you trailed off, your cheeks reddening slightly. you’d realized this was most definitely talking about a taboo that many would not find appropriate here. you glanced up at sana.

the depth of her gaze caught you by surprise. her cheerful smile was replaced by an inquisitive expression. her hands fidgeted quietly in front of her.

you straightened up. “being hated for loving without condition,” you finished cautiously.

“oh,” she said under her breath, nodding. a short moment seemed to stretch into an eternity as you held each other’s gaze, and you had to wonder if you were imagining a glimmer of something else in her eyes.

“done your staring contest?” momo butted in, startling both of you. “i’m starving.”

“momo, you are so annoying.” sana’s voice seemed to be tinged with actual irritation this time. her friend threw an amiable arm over her shoulder.

“hey, udon will cheer you up.” momo nodded at you. “do you like udon?”

“oh, i love it.”

“let’s go, then.”

———

there was something strange that had settled in the air between the art gallery and the meal. sana was uncharacteristically mute, pushing her food silently across her plate. momo made efforts at conversation, but even after a few good-spirited attempts, the other girl refused to say much more than half-heartedly cheerful “yes” or “no”s.

when you returned from the bathroom at the end of the meal, you were clearly interrupting a quietly heated conversation. sana spotted your approach first, her mouth snapping shut. momo carried on for a few words longer before realizing what was happening.

“—can’t just chicken out—“

you slowed down, giving the two of them enough time to gather themselves. an awkward blush tinged both their ears.

“what’s our next stop?” you tried a lighter tone. momo hopped up, a renewed energy in her eyes. she sidled up next to you, threading her arm through yours and surprising you with a breath spoken by your ear.

“to prism,” she said. when she glanced back at sana, drawing your gaze to her as well, your friend had an even more uncharacteristic ire in her expression. she got to her feet, shouldering her handbag and pushing past the two of you out of the restaurant.

“she’ll figure it out soon, sorry,” momo whispered again.

———

the club was hip, certainly. it wasn’t flashy, but the bar was well stocked and the premises tidy. the night was starting low-key, much to your relief.

momo made three drinks appear on the bar counter. whatever it was, it tasted sweet and fruity, and not too strong at all. sana slammed down the glass in a few swigs, struggling slightly and failing to hide the fact. the dance floor was already beginning to fill, and when a higher tempo song came on, momo set her own empty glass down and waggled her hands at you and sana.

“let’s dance!”

“it’s getting warm in here, i’ll leave this at the coat check—” you leaned forward to shout over the music. momo nodded. she managed to ensnare a still sullen sana and began pulling her to the floor.

your return was interrupted by a drop-dead gorgeous woman.

she was tall, a westerner, her outfit flattering in very intentional ways. she smiled a practically feline smile, grazing a hand across your exposed shoulder.

“care to dance?” she murmured in accented korean.

your cheeks flushed, already hot with intoxication (the drinks were hitting a bit harder than expected).

“are you an english speaker?” you asked. her eyes lit up a bit brighter.

“yes,” she answered in english. “are you?”

“yeah, i’m american,” you giggled lightly. a genuine warmth entered her smile, suddenly a bit more forthcoming than her initial attempt at seduction.

“oh wow, okay,” she sidled up closer against you. your heart rate doubled. when was the last time a woman had looked at you like this? and what were the odds here…

she continued. “well, then maybe i can be a little clearer. i think you’re hot and i’d love to see where this evening can take us.”

her perfume was overwhelmingly sweet, her hands warm on your skin, alighting something in you that had gone neglected—

“excuse me.”

a familiar voice chirped by your right ear. sana was at your shoulder, briefly jostled into the both of you by the dancing bodies around you.

“i’m sorry, but my friend needs to come with me,” she said firmly, her eyes squeezed into an aggressively polite expression.

the stranger glanced at sana’s hand threading into yours, a mildly exasperated laugh escaping her. “friend, right. excuse me.”

sana flashed you a tense, if seemingly warm smile. “let’s go.”

“sana…” you mumbled, being pulled across the floor to the other side of the room. “it’s not…not what it looks like.”

because even in your drunk state, your fear spiked at the thought of how the scene could’ve been taken.

“i don’t believe you,” she said flatly, turning around to face you. your heart sank, mouth opening in hopes that a good rebuttal would come as you spoke—

and you found her lips pressed on yours, soft and just a bit inexperienced in their fervor. her gentle hands clutched you like she would drown if she let go. your panic dissolved in an instant, replaced by the sensation of minatozaki sana’s hands holding your face, her kiss curious but certain.

it was chaste and sweet, and over before you knew it. she stepped back, holding your hands in hers. you could barely make out her expression in the lazy flashing club lights, just the way her eyes sparkled in the way you realised they did only for you.

“wanna dance?”

#twice imagines #sana imagines #twice #sana #minatozaki sana #kpop imagines #fluff #trainee!twice #trainee!reader

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femdomlieeh · 4 years ago

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Pulling them into your lap in front of friends

Subby!A.C.E x Dom!Reader

WARNING—pda ✧ (playful) teasing ✧ titles/ pet names

NOW PLAYING—Best of My Love ✧ The Emotions

[A/N.] only fluff this month lmao

M.LISTS—random idols/groups ✧ latest updates

✧ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒆 (𝑗𝑢𝑛)

Junhee would be so embarrassed and proud at once. Embarrassed at the sudden act of affection in front of other people and proud at the courage you had. His natural instinct would be to become visibly flustered at the exposure, but at the same time love the attention from you. The fact that his girlfriend pulls him into her lap would make him feel like she's proud of being with him, and wants to show him off. It'd feel like it was your way of showing others that he's yours and that you love it. Prince wouldn't mind it at all, although he'd most likely get teased by his friends — he's already used to being teased by his members all the time so it isn't something foreign to him. This is a thing he'd love to get teased about. Sitting on Mommy's lap would be like sitting on his throne. Only Prince Junhee belongs there.

His face became red and his smile widened when you pulled him into your lap in front of his friends and their salads.

The moment you whispered Babyboy — one of his favorite nicknames — in his ear he hid his face in your neck, embarrassed and warm.

“Mommy, please~” he pleaded in a sweet, small voice.

“Please what?”

He whined aloud, not sure what he actually wanted, and hid his face in your neck as a bad attempt to cover up his shyness.

In the future, he'll still act flustered with showing affection in front of friends, but in reality he loves doing it. Both claiming you him and his friends witnessing it will make him thrilled. Call him Babyboy in front of others all you want, he'll be giggly and proud that you show that he's yours.

... ✧ ...✧✧✧✧

𝒍𝒆𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒏

Donghun would feel confident and immediately get cocky. Your move is to him a validation that you want him close to you and want to keep him there. And when it's for other people to see he knows that you're proud of being with him. With a bigger ego he'd say something to push it further, like calling you Mommy to see if you'll go as far as calling him Babyboy. If you don't he might get a little disappointed, but continue calling you Mommy until you give him what he wants. So when you do call him that, his satisfaction would be clearly evident in both his expression and actions as he smirks and gets touchier than before and addresses you as Mommy only. He'd be cute and soft the whole day to emphasize that he likes it.

“Mommy,” he said out loud shamelessly on your lap.

“Yes, Babyboy?”

“Nothing,” he giggled, only wanting to hear you call him that, and kissed your cheek right in front of everyone.

Whenever he feels like it he'll straddle you, so he can hug you at the same time as he gives you affectionate kisses here and there, and then just rest his head on your shoulder, while you're facing either the TV or some familiar, embarrassed faces. The way he just makes his way towards you and plumps his butt on your lap with no care in the world will never fail to be mesmerizing. He's such a Mommy's Babyboy. But a savage one. Whispers of your name will be heard by you and only you, just to get you in your feelings in front of others without them knowing at all. You got his full attention and he's got yours.

✧... ✧ ...✧✧✧

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒐𝒐𝒏 (𝑤𝑜𝑤)

Sehyoon's heart would skip a beat and his smile would make an appearance. This was the type of relationship he's always wanted so this would be a huge step of you for him. The way he views you would be completely different from before. In a good way. He would show his appreciation in a casual way to not make it seem like it's a big deal, even though it is for him, since he wants it to become a habit rather than a once-in-while type of thing. Although his actions might come off as a little cold this Angel would be blushing on the inside the entire time.

“Babyboy,” you put your hands on his muscular thighs as he was sitting on yours.

He smiled without looking at you, to not show his glee.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied softly and put his head on your chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Mommy.”

He'll call you Mommy in front of his friends and sit on you whenever you pull him into your lap, or ask him to sit there, because he's a good boy and he listens to your every command. Mommy knows best. Having the courage to initiate the cozy intimacy will be rare for this Angel as he wouldn't want to come off as too clingy. And he'll want to see how often you want it. Although he might not sit on your lap without you asking him to he'll still think it's one of his favorite things to do with you. If he ever does it in front of others out of the blue it's either because he's jealous and wants to mark his territory or because you've done it so many times that he finally feels comfortable to take the first step.

✧✧... ✧ ...✧✧

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒏

Byeongkwan would love it. No doubt. This is something he's wanted to do since before your relationship even began. Affection is — according to him — one of the best parts of a relationship, and so if his girlfriend isn't afraid of displaying it in public he'd feel relieved that you're both on the same page on the matter. He's a very loving guy and would want his partner to reciprocate what he gives. This action in particular is one that he likes a little bit more, since it feels safe and cozy. And when you add his nickname into the mix you have a soft Babyboy. He'd act all lovey-dovey and call you Mommy any chance he got. If he touches you more it's because he's happy with you and just wants to feel you.

You pulled him onto your thighs and left your hands on his, “My Babyboy.”

He comfortably rested his head in your neck with a joyful pout, “My Mommy.”

After a few minutes he might be snoring.

When you're casually sitting by yourself he'll come and change it. He'll sit on your lap more often than actual couches if you guys have company. His friends'll say something along the lines of 'There's legit two empty seats left' and he'll just shrug and ignore the dumb proposition. Of course he'll sit on you instead of a soft mattress clad in fabric. Mommy's thighs are softer. And the atmosphere between you is the softest you can possibly have when you're doing PDA in front of a group of friends. If you don't call him Babyboy he'll sulk and not answer until you address him correctly. If he's feeling extra he'll even ignore you. 'Has anyone seen my Mommy?'

✧✧✧... ✧ ...✧

𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 (𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛)

Yuchan would be so shy and cute a kitten would get jealous. His face would be blushing instantaneously and his smile would be on display in a split second. You'd be able to see in his eyes how much he likes it — which is a lot. His heart would flutter in love and he wouldn't be able to hide it. Babyboy probably didn't expect such an action in front of his friends and certainly not his title either. But showing everyone you're together would only make him cheerful and thankful for being with you. The blush'd never leave his face and neither would the smile. If his friends tease him about his shy antics he'd only use that as an excuse to hide in your chest or neck, and maybe stay there.

“Mommyyyyy, what are you doing to me?” he whined cutely so only you could hear, both happy and embarrassed.

“What do you mean, Babyboy?”

His face brightened up and he hid it in his hands, giggling to himself.

“Stop~” he blushed and hid in your safe embrace.

Soon he'd start sitting on your lap without you asking him or telling him to. More than less when you're alone, because it makes him feel adorable and loved. This fluffy boy will just randomly sit on your lap and give a quick peck on your skin, because he wants one in return. If you continue calling him Babyboy in front of his friends you'll probably notice how it lightens his face, since it's hard to not spot Chanshine. He will start initiating all types of intimate acts he can think of and get more comfortable with talking about you to other people. His happiness will grow in the process.

✧✧✧✧... ✧ ...

❝ My life has a better meaning

Love has kissed me in a beautiful way ❞

—wanda hutchinson; 1977

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baby-iloveyou · 3 years ago

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A.C.E comforting you when you're afraid of failing your exams

This is my first ever requested piece!! A.C.E are very dear to my heart and I actually have been quite busy myself with university, so this was lovely to write about. I hope you enjoy it too :)

Also, I kept the reader genderneutral as I'd like to be inclusive + I'm more comfortable with it myself. The roles that the boys have in your life are (except Junhee) also up to your own interpretation!

Original ask:

Junhee

“Hey, how is it going? I miss you a lot”, the text on your lit-up screen reads. You were trying to focus on studying, but it was not going well. You locked your phone, promising him (in your mind) that you’d respond to his texts after summarising this chapter. But a few minutes later the screen lit up again. “Baaaaaaaabeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyy” You sighed, thinking to yourself you wouldn’t get anything either way and unlocked your phone. “Bad, I’m preparing for exams but I’ll never be able to memorise all of this :(“, you replied.

Only seconds later, Junhee called you. “Hey Junhee-” You couldn’t finish greeting him as he was already screaming affirmations through the phone. “You are amazing, I believe in you, you’ve done this before and you can do it again!” It made you feel slightly guilty, since you didn’t believe all these things yourself. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes, and a soft sob escaped your mouth. This made him even more worried. “Hey, it’s okay to feel like this. Sssh, it will be okay, I promise.” Hearing the voice of your boyfriend, even if it’s through the phone, was very comforting. “I’m just scared Junhee, what if I fail? What do I do then?” You tried to hold in the sobs, but some came through despite your attempts. “Let’s not think about the if’s and the what then’s, okay? You will do just fine. Try focusing on what you’re studying right now and not think about the future.” He paused before continuing. “And even if it doesn’t go as planned, we’ll figure out a way to fix it. There’s multiple ways to reach Rome in the end.”

He might not have seen your face, but he would’ve smiled if he saw your small smile.

Donghun

“God, I hate exams so much! Why do they have to be this stressful?!” You scream out while pushing yourself away from the table. Your hands reach for your face, trying to hide the tears that start falling down. Donghun, who was sitting next to you, looks in your direction and puts his hand on your shoulder. You can feel his thumb drawing circles on your shoulder. Although he says nothing at first, the small gesture already means a lot to you.

“You know… Even though I will help you and get you through this… Grades aren’t everything. They don’t define your worth or you as a person. Remember that, okay?” You look up at him, with puffy eyes from crying. “I’m just very anxious about everything…” Donghun continues drawing little circles on your shoulder as he says: “I understand. But you will get through this, you’re so incredibly strong. You got this.” And a little smile appeared on his face. It made you feel at peace.

“Hug? And then we’ll continue studying.”

Sehyoon

“Are you okay? You’re completely tensed-up.” You couldn’t enjoy your weekly movie night with Sehyoon, since you were completely loaded with work and still had so much to do. You felt guilty for taking time off for yourself, to actually enjoy something. His remark was the thing that tipped you over the edge. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

“...And I also feel guilty now for involving you in my work and making you feel worried about me and I just… I’m so sorry, I’m a mess.” You managed to get out in between sobs. Sehyoon’s eyes were softly gazing at you, worried and filled with empathy. “It’s alright, you can cry and be a mess. That’s why I’m here!” He pulled you into his chest and softly patted your back a few times. You were sure he could feel your smile on his chest.

“You’ll be alright. I just know you can do it.”

Byeongkwan

Frustrated from not being able to understand such a simple subject, you groaned as you heard the doorbell ring. Reluctantly you walked over to the door, only to be greeted by Byeongkwan. Your grumpy face turned into a face of shock, realising the day and the time it was currently. “Hey, are you ready to go to dance class?” Byeongkwan asked. “Crap, I completely forgot about the time Kwan, I’m so sorry, I’ve just been studying and I feel like crap because I can’t figure out the stupid formula and all the text is just confusing me and-” You were interrupted by Byeongkwan, who cupped your cheeks and held his thumb on your lips to shush you.

“Should we skip dance class today? I’ll send a message that we will be absent and I can try and help you with your work if that’s what you prefer.” His soft tone made you feel at ease, showing that he cared. His thumb was still on your lips, so the only thing you could do was nod. He removed his hands from your face, and said: “Let’s go inside then, let’s show your exams who’s the boss.”

His presence and help calmed you down, and in no time you were able to concentrate again and it made you feel more confident in your ability to pass.

Chan

The feelings of both guilt and pride filled up your body as you set foot in the studio for Chan’s newest K-Drama recording. You were incredibly proud of him for getting even more acting gigs, but you were also very aware that you were supposed to be studying your ass off right now. But you could use a distraction from the hellish exams that were coming up. You needed some of Chan’s laughter ringing in your ears to cheer you up.

“Y/N! What a pleasant surprise, I didn’t know you would visit me!” Chan walked up to you and gave you a hug. You probably hugged him for too long, cause the moment you got out of his embrace, he asked: “What’s going on?”, while a worried expression appeared on his face. He knew something was up with you, and knowing him, he would not let it go until you told him. “I’m just terrified of my upcoming exams… I really don’t think I’ll pass them, Chan…” Your gaze dropped to the floor, escaping Chan’s attentive eyes. He grabbed your shoulders softly, but still with enough force to slightly shake you. “You will do just fine. Do you know why? Because I believe in you. And you should believe in yourself too. Okay?” Once you lifted your head to look into his eyes, you could see his lids fluttering, waiting for your response.

“Thanks Chan.” Your pout slowly turned into a smile. Chan brightly smiled at you. “You can do it!!” He said while aggressively shaking your body, followed by his iconic laugh. That laugh is what truly made you feel better.

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Consequences

Wordcount; 2, 601

Fandom; Oneus & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Youngjo & Reader X Kim Sehyoon

Character; Kim Youngjo, Kim Sehyoon, Lee Donghun, Park Junhee, Kim Byeongkwan, Kang Yuchan, Kim Gunhak, Lee Gunmin, Lee Keonhee, Yeo Hwanwoong & Son Dongju

Warning; Angst, Arguing, fighting, jealousy, Caught affair, love triangle, injury, and blood.

Notes; Chapter 10 here.

Disclaimer here.

“Yiseo, what’s this?” Yuchan asked looking in shock as he looked around the room as if the person was hiding. “It’s not what it looks like,” you said as you put your T-shirt on. “What that you’ve just had sex on your brothers floor!” Youngjo said shaking between anger and hurt.

“Couch, we had sex on the couch,” Sehyoon’s voice boomed from the hallway. He walked in looking Perfectly dressed in a tight vest and shorts, which annoyed you that in that moment he still captivated your attention. “You fucking did what!” Youngjo’s voice boomed as Yuchan put his hand out to stop him passing. “I had sex with the girl I love,” he said strolling into the kitchen like it was nothing as he opened a bottle of beer. “You mean with my girlfriend,” Youngjo shouted out, his fists balling. “The one you stole from me,” Sehyoon bit back, his eyes smalling towards his friend.

“Right, we need to calm down,” Yuchan begged, as he struggled to keep Youngjo from getting to Sehyoon. You got between them helping Yuchan out, your tear stained eyes searching for contact from Youngjo. But he refused to give in, instead his cold glares was all for Sehyoon. “How could you do this to us, does our friend ship count for nothing?” Youngjo cried out. “What friendship, you mean the one where you go off with my girl and continue to listen to me tell my woes and my feelings, all while you was dating her yourself,” Sehyoon said calmly. “And I apologised and you said it was fine as you was dating someone else,” Youngjo replied a slight tear escaping. “I lied, must be catching or something,” he said walking to the couch where you just had sex. He sat down taking a swig of the beer he had opened acting as if he was unfazed by this all.

“I’d offer you one but it seems we’re already privy to sharing the same things these days,” he said taking another swig. Without Yuchan between them Youngjo charged at his friend, grabbing his vest and pushing his face into Sehyoon’s. “I’m not into kissing men get that from Donghun, but wait you’ve already done that,” he smirked.

Youngjo balled his fist, you ran towards it grabbing his hand before it could aim for Sehyoon. “Youngjo please don’t,”

You begged as he pushed your hand off him. As his fist balled again you jumped to catch it once more. But you missed, losing your footing and stumbling into the glass table next to the sofa.

All three of their faces paling as you felt the blood before the pain seared in. The glass had cut through an artery and blood was splurting everywhere making you feel faint and sick.

Yuchan ran to his phone to call for emergency assistance as Youngjo ran for towels to place over your arms. He used all his anger to tighten around the bleeding wound as you went weary. “Yiseo focus,” Sehyoon said snapping his fingers in front of your face. “I can’t stop the bleeding,” Youngjo said looking panicked at Sehyoon, both them covered in your blood. “Your belt,” Sehyoon ordered pointing, as he held onto the blooded towels.

You closed your eyes as you felt your breathing become laboured. Feeling the tightening of the belt around your raised arm. You felt nothing but could hear only voices as you lost your vision. Voices of Yuchan begging for medical assistance to hurry, along with Sehyoon and Youngjo’s mantra of your name filled the air as you lost consciousness.

You woke to your arm in heavy bandaging and searing pain when you tried to move. Donghun, Junhee and Yuchan’s worried face came into your view.

“Where am I?” you asked wearily under the drugged feelings swarming your brain. “Your in the hospital, you’ve had an operation, you had to have a surgical bypass to fix the artery you cut through,” Donghun said as he patted your ankle. “Where’s Youngjo?” you asked. Donghun and Junhee looked at each other and seemed hesitant to comment. “You wait till mum sees you she’s going to kick your ass,” Yuchan said sounding annoyed, you remembered what he had walked into and the drama that unfolded.

“I’m sorry Channie,” you said softly. “Don’t,” he grumbled getting up looking still annoyed with you. “Where you going?” you called out in a panic. “To tell mum your awake,” he replied over his shoulder.

You looked at Donghun and Junhee who looked a little hesitant to comment further. “What?” you said, your head swarming as you did. “I told you it would end in an explosion,” Junhee said raising an eyebrow. “Where is he?” you repeated. “They’ve both gone back home to there own home town,” Donghun replied. “Both of them,” you cried. “Well you couldn’t expect them to both stick around after that,” Junhee scoffed. “Are you here to make me feel better or worse,” you whined, feeling the every bit in need of a pity party. “Well you asked, don’t shoot the messenger,” Donghun replied. “Youngjo blamed himself for what happened. He also can’t be with someone who would cheat on him and Sehyoon didn’t like how he had become, because of his feelings for you…… so they’ve both left town,” Donghun said. Tears filling your eyes as you closed them to avoid them both seeing.

You had lost both of them and you knew it was true it was all your fault. You knew that you reacted a certain way around Sehyoon. Youngjo knew that too and you promised him it wasn’t the case. You gave him fake promises and then cheated when it became apparent that your emotions for Sehyoon hadn’t switched off. This was all on you.

Donghun tapped your shoulders, “you still have us,” he said smiling as you eyes opened. “Thanks,” you attempted a smile before the tears really attacked. “Wow feeling the love here,” Junhee said leaning his head against yours. “I’m sorry, it’s just hitting how badly I’ve fucked up,” you cried. “What would be a life if we didn’t have fuck ups hey, I’m still making them and don’t plan to stop,” Donghun chuckled.

It had been the last week at college, your final exam all reliant on the project you and Sehyoon had started. Now without him, you knew the chances of failing was high.

You had no partner, the work was rushed with a little help from Junhee all with a healing arm to contend with. But you wanted to try, if not for you but for Sehyoon for all the hard work and drama this project had caused.

Byeongkwan had ignored you on your return, feeling bitter that he lost his friend because of you, Minhee and Miyeon following suit. Junhee had held your hand through your college return and you was counting the days till you could leave this town yourself and return back to your parents. You knew you would fail the piece and fail the year and unable to return for your final year.

You stood trembling at the presenting stage, Junhee sat there in your view with Donghun and Yuchan for support. You closed your eyes to steady yourself feeling the dread, holding on Sehyoon’s words to help with the presentation.

When you opened them Sehyoon was standing there. His beaming smile that charged at you and attacked your heart. You held onto the desk to steady yourself, as he smirked leaning towards you. “You need to get those under control,” he whispered with a wink before taking the sheet from you, as he took over the presentation.

Both using your words with Confidence, you presented your final piece as well as you could. Everyone clapping in what you was sure was a positive response. However, at the back of the auditorium, your attention was taken by someone familiar.

Your eyes blinked as you took the sight of Youngjo in. His trademark smile as he clapped winking at you before turning to leave.

You bowed before you dashed in his pursuit. But when you reached outside he was no where to be found. You breathed in hard, feeling pathetic for wanting to talk to him as you relented and turned to walk back in. But your heart stopped when it saw Youngjo leaning against the door. He smiled as your eyes connected as he walked towards you.

“You came, you both came,” you cried as tears started escaping. “Of course I came, it’s a big day today and hopefully the beginning of the next part of your life.” He said his hands stroking your hair. “I’ll still have another year, if I pass,” you said. “You and Sehyoon won’t fail,” he smiled.

“Your both made of magic that no one can compare with, that’s how your pass,” he said softly, you felt the pain in his words. “I’m so sorry,” you cried sobbing. “Shhh,” he said, pulling you in, the warmth of his arms washing over you. “I’m sorry I couldn’t love you like you deserved,” you cried into him. “It’s ok, you was never really mine. I should have known better to go there,” he said stroking your hair. “But I don’t regret it, because we had fun right?” He asked into your sobs as you nodded into his chest. “I loved every minute, just not how it ended, and certainly not this. I replay it over and over in my head, this is on me,” he said stroking the cast around your arm. “It was an accident,” you said trying to reassure him. “Anyway just promise me one thing,”. He asked. “What’s that?” you said raising your head. “Sehyoon loves you so much and I know deep down your crazy about him. Give him a chance, a real one none of this stubborn ass games.” He asked. “How, he’s leaving?” you replied. “Next year your have your final year together so no he’s not leaving,” he said. “If we pass,” you whispered as he placed his finger on your lips. “You will,” he whispered still being your biggest supporter after everything.

A car beeped startling him. “Hurry up will you,” Hwanwoong shouted out the car window. “I better go,” he said pulling you in for one last hug as he kissed your head several times, savouring every kiss knowing it’s the last.

“Will I ever see you again?” you said tears clouding your view. “I’m Kim Youngjo, your very own Ravn, I’m sure your see me around,” he smirked before pulling you close, letting his lips press yours. The warmth of his tongue slipping in as you kissed one final last time.

Tears falling on both of you as he stepped back smiling before walking away. Your heart ached as you sobbed as he got in the car, taking one last look your way before getting in and driving off. Junhee’s warm arms pulled you in as your heart broke from every emotion you had held on to. “It’s ok, I got you,” he said cradling you as you sobbed hard.

You was helping Yuchan pack some of his stuff. “You’re only going for a couple months,” you scoffed at the items cluttering up for your summer break back home. “Hey I need every single item,” he pouted before You heard a crashing sound come from Sehyoon’s room.

You walked down the corridor knocking on the door. “Everything ok in there?” you called out. “Sehni,” you said panicking opening the door to find Sehyoon on the floor by his bed, looking shocked with broken Lego on the floor. You looked at the model that you previously broke and couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not funny Yiseo,” he cursed which made you laugh harder. “It is, it really is. I told you months back that it really did fall when I shut this door and you didn’t listen, now it’s happened to you,” you chuckled. “You really are annoying,” he cursed earning a heavier chuckle. “Good because your an asshole,” you said helping him pick the Lego pieces up.

You noticed the pictures around the room, some of them had been hidden for months. “Did you do all these?” you said standing to walk closer to them. “Yes I do them when I’m feeling low, sad or any emotion to think of it,” he replied. “What about that one?” you said walking towards the one right at the back. The one you was seconds from seeing when you had that argument. “That’s my most prized painting,” he said. “Can i look?” you asked, him humming as he nodded. As you pulled gently on the sheet covering it, it unearthed the most beautiful painting as you gasped when you recognised the woman in it.

“Wow is that?” you asked pausing. “Yes Yiseo that’s you,” he confirmed, your hands trailing down the beautiful portrait that he did of you in a field of sunflowers.

“Why the sunflowers?” you asked remembering he once brought you them saying they gave positive energy. “Because you are my positive energy in a challenging field,” he replied. “You can be the damn sweetest sometimes,” you smiled as you leaned into him, he pulled his arms around your waist pressing kisses to your forehead.

“You taking that home or leaving it here for next term,” you asked. “I’m leaving it, I got the real one now to hold onto while I’m away,” he said turning you to face him to kiss you, his kisses every bit as passionate. “A calls not the same,” you said panting. “Oh didn’t Yuchan tell you,” he said raising an eye brow with a mischevious grin. “No no he didn’t,” you said intrigued. “Well come on then tell me,” you demanded after seconds more of his silence.

“We live in the same home town in fact we live in the same road, we always have,” he chuckled. Your brain paused as you tried to focus.

“There was once a younger boy who moved to town to a garden full of Sunflowers. He met a beautiful girl in his road but she was too beautiful to even notice the likes of him. So he watched her grow into the beautiful woman and watched her leave. Imagine his surprise when that same girl joined the same uni then his,” Sehyoon said cherishing each memory of you as your face dropped.

“Your the sunflower boi,” you said surprised. “But you was so so quiet,” you said blinking remembering the times he avoided your words. “How did I not recognise you?” you scoffed.

“Your memory didn’t, but your body did,” he said winking. “Plus in the year before i came here I worked hard in the gym, this didn’t just appear over night,” he said chuckling.

“Omg you must think I’m so vain not recognising you,” you said with your hands stroking his arms.

Sehyoon Pushed your hands away. “No because it was fun wooing you with the confident version of me.” He said pulling you into another passionate kiss.

“But Yuchan?” You questioned remembering him not realising you was brothers. “Well I’m not the only one that’s changed the way we looked then to now,” he scoffed as you smiled, admiring his equalling glow up.

“Will you put your boyfriend down and come help,” you heard your brother call down the hallway. You rolled your eyes smirking at Sehyoon as you pictured the sensitive blushing quiet teen he was. “Come on sunflower boi,” you said swatting his ass, before making him chase you towards your struggling brother.

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