#I need someone who loves me as much as Bin loves his M-hyung

[just-an-aroha]

[parkjess]

Confession// Park Minhyuk

Ft. Yoon sanha

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,092

“No!” You yell at your best friend, Yoon Sanha. -“But y/n why~?” He whined, annoyed. “Forget it, I’m not going on a date with Eunwoo!” You state at once. -“But,” he lowers his voice a bit. -“it’s only one date, okay maybe two, but why do you even care?” “Because.” you sigh, resting your backpack on a random bench and taking a seat.

-“Give me one proper reason and I’m leaving you alone.” The extreme tall guy says and sitting beside you, resting his elbow on the back of the bench.

“Uhm... oh...” you think out loud, sighing because only you know the reason. “Uhm, I guess I just don’t want to be seen with somebody... else.” You lower your voice at the end of the sentence, almost to a whisper only you can hear, murmuring it under your breath.

-“Come on y/n, I know you too well... WAIT WHAT? Who is else? Else than who? Wait... ARE YOU CRUSHING ON SOMEBODY?” He realizes after being a whole panicking mess.

“WHAT! No! Okay maybe, kinda, I don’t know sanha!” Are you really gonna tell him that thing you’re most embarrassed about someone to find out, even your best friend you share deepest secrets with?

-“Y/n YOU ARE TOTALLY IN LOVE! I cant believe you didn’t tell me!” He sticks out his lower lip and pouts at you as you roll your eyes at the cute reaction of his and sigh. -“Ok so, who’s the mysterious guy?” He asks. Your eyes widened when you realize what he asked, the question you really hoped he won’t be asking. “Oh no, I’m not telling you, I would have to kill you.” You nod your head, shaking away your thoughts of the dreamy guy you love.

-“It’s jinwoo right? No, no, MJ hyung?! I knew it! I felt th-“ he’s already convinced he got the right answer, but Jinwoo and Myungjun were like your older brothers that you can never imagine having a crush on them.

“Ew what? NO SANHA!” -“Is it bin hyung then? No way!” “I really hate you, you know that? NO!” -“It can’t be, minHYUK HYUNG?!” “Okay sanha don’t you have class or something right now?” Oh you suck at denying. -“Minhyuk?! PARK MINHYUK?! You’re in love with your best friend! Daebak!” Yoon sanha is that one stupid best friend that doesn’t know you define him like that, so he thought Minhyuk was the one.

He suddenly starts to clap his hands when you don’t deny his shocked question and you hide your face in your hands in embarrassment. “Ok shut up, please? Yeah I’m in love with Minhyuk. Actually I... kinda l-ove him?” You confess with clenched teeth, knowing you’re going to regret telling sanha. Thinking why you just didn’t agree to go to that date with eunwoo and everything was easier. “By the way you idiot,” you hit his arm playfully, “you’re my best friend, he is just my first one- sided love”.

Without you and bestie sanha pay attention, Minhyuk was sitting right there, few meters away from the two of you, listening to every single word you said, including your confession.

Little did you know it wasn’t a one-sides love. He loves you for the longest time.

Turning into a blushing mess due to your words, smirking the whole time hearing your voice. He suddenly decides to come up to you.

“Ahm...”, you and sanha turn your heads at once, just to meet the beautiful figure that is standing in front of you.

“Min... minhyuk.” You mutter, feeling like burying yourself somewhere right now, far from both of them. Minhyuk coughs and trying to sign Sanha to leave to stay with you, alone. Before that happens, your shocked faces stare at each other. -“I have music class now, bye y/n, text me later.” Ugh, that coward, he ran away, disappearing within seconds as if he wasn’t there.

“How much did you hear?” You ask Minhyuk nervously, playing with the bracelet he gave you on your birthday. “Don’t worry, not that much,” you sigh in relief. “But long enough to hear your confession.” He admits. Your eyes are open wide now again.

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing, listen, minhyuk,” you love saying his name. “I didn’t mean it to be like tha-“

“I love you, too.” He suddenly interrupts you in the middle of a failed explanation.

“What?” You reply softly, trying to realize what you just heard he said. “I- are you really gonna make me say that again?” He chuckles as you stare at him. He’s the prettiest human you have ever seen, although you fell for his prettier heart. “Minhyuk I-“

“It’s okay, you don’t need to explain, I assume it’s the first time you confess your feelings.” You look at his beautiful lips move as he speaks, nodding your head at his words, both of your smiles are wide. “That’s okay, it’s mine too.” As his voice gets softer he rests his hands on yours, caressing your knuckles.

He notices you get nervous about that and pulls his hands away of yours quickly. “No it’s okay...” you almost whisper while taking his hand in yours and placing it again where it was seconds ago.

“Do you really like... love me?” You murmur nervously again. “Why is it so hard for you to believe it? You are such a kind hearted person y/n, even the way you get nervous or angry is cute.” He smiles his teeth exposing smile that makes you melt, biting on his own lower lip and you get shy again.

“I am really glad you see me that way, I don’t feel like people see this side of me usually.” You become way softer when you talk to him, with the others you’re the same but just more friendly and opened. Minhyuk makes you feel something you never felt before knowing him.

“Also, I have waited forever to say that to you.” You claim.

“Say it.”

He holds both of your hands, making your nerves calm. You take a deep breath and close your eyes as his hands give yours a warm place to live in.

“I love you M-“ before you could even say his name, his soft, pink lips are attached to those of yours, still holding hands but not for too long as he one of his hands dives into the back of your neck, holding you tight yet gently.

“I love you too, y/n.” He replies when pulling away, still feeling his breathing against your lips.

[animeniacss]

6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 34 - 6 Years Til Forever (FINALE)

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy) 

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.5k words 

Chapter 34 - 6 Years Til Forever (FINALE) 

Friday morning you found yourself sitting in the living room, awake before even the sun had poked its head out to say hello. You were excited about the picnic, and knowing the girls would be there put you at ease, as they also were unaware of the baby. It was wild, just thinking that yet again, there was a baby growing inside of you, one you created with someone you truly loved. Min Ja and Hyo Bin were the only two things you positively took away from your time with Weong-Bin, but this child? This child was just the beginning of many happy memories that were just waiting to be shared. Despite knowing deep down this would work well, you were still ungodly nervous.

           As you sat in the living room, you heard footsteps approaching from down the steps. Looking over, you saw Taehyung, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his curly hair. You didn’t expect him to be awake at this hour, but here he was despite the slight annoyance etched on his face.

           “Hm? Morning.” He mumbled, walking over to you. “Why are you awake this early?”

           “Couldn’t go back to sleep. What about you?”

           “I promised Hobi-Hyung I would help him get your picnic set up Apparently he had a whole bunch of stuff he wants to make.” You chuckled a bit. “So, you need to go inside. It’s a huge surprise.”

           “Well when Hoseok gets up and comes out here, then I’ll get ready to go inside.” You said. Taehyung sat beside you, and you ruffled his hair. “How does your hair look good even when you first wake up?” you asked curiously as Taehyung let out a yawn.

           “Mmm, I’m perfect, of course.” He said, making a dramatic pose with his hand in front of his face. You rolled your eyes as your brother let out a playful giggle. “So, are you ready to tell Hyung?” he asked. You let out a shaky breath. “You can’t hide it much longer.”

           “I know. I think I’m ready. I just can’t help but think the worst.”

           “You know he’ll be thrilled, right? You just need to tell him.”

           “But what if he just wants it to be us and the girls? I want to be with Hobi forever, which means the kids will be with him too. Maybe two is all he wants.”

           “There’s a difference between kids you help raise and kids that are yours, no matter how much he loves the girls. Besides, Hyung has enough energy for fifty kids.”

           “Jesus, Tae.” You sighed, and once again, Taehyung laughed a bit. “Fifty?” He could only shrug in amusement. “…I didn’t think I would have any more kids after Hyo Bin. I’m a bit nervous too.”

           “You’ll do just fine.” He assured, ruffling your hair. You smiled. “I’m always here too, you know. So are Mom and Dad, who I’m sure stopped at a baby store on their way home.” You laughed.

           “I know they did, they sent me pictures of cribs.” Taehyung laughed a bit. “Once he knows we’ll really need to start saving for an apartment. I wouldn’t want to burden you with-.”

           “Shut up.” He said quickly. “You’re not a burden, don’t rush. There are more important things you need to worry about than a place to live, you’re always welcome here.” You smiled.

           “You’re trying to make up for all those times that you were an absolute pain in the ass as a kid, aren’t you?”

           “I don’t think I’ll ever in my life make up for all of them.” He grinned. You laughed a bit as Taehyung chuckled shyly. “You should get some more rest before you have to get the girls up. Hyung should be up at any moment and we’re getting right to work.” You nodded, getting up off the couch.

           “Oh, alright.” You hummed, waving him off before heading back into the bedroom. When you walked in, Hoseok was already sitting up in bed, a grin on his face.

           “Why are you up?” he asked curiously. You crawled back into bed just as he was slipping out. “Get some rest, we have a long day today.”

           “Does a picnic really count as a long day?” you asked curiously, cuddling up under the covers. Hoseok grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek.

           “This one will. I can promise you that.” He assured. You raised an eyebrow. “Aaaah, go back to sleep. I need to go get everything ready.” Without another word, he hurried out of the room. You smiled, laying back and closing your eyes.

Hoseok also realized as he headed down the hall that he wasn’t too sure how he felt when Friday finally rolled around. It was a day he had been planning since he was bored and alone in his hospital room. He made sure he had everything down: he knew exactly what he wanted to say, how he wanted to say it, where he wanted to say it, and even practiced the reactions he would have based on different responses from you. He practiced his happy cry, his sad cry, he practiced not crying at all just in case. He felt that he was absolutely prepared for everything that could happen when it came to proposing to you. He was ready!

           The family was still residing in Taehyung’s apartment until they could find another place to live. Your parents had spent another few day’s there as well before they had to pack up and head back home themselves, leaving the five of you in Taehyung’s nice house. Taehyung had no problem with you guys staying, in fact, he was trying to make your stay as long as you possibly could because he loved having you around. Not only that, but it meant when friends like Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Seokjin came by, they would have to come to his house. The trial allowed all 7 boys to finally meet all together and get acquainted with those they had never met before, leading to a tight friendship beginning to form. However, the company was not the focus of today. As Friday afternoon crept its way into Seoul, Hoseok was standing at the counter of the kitchen, with the help of an eager Taehyung. Both of them were chopping up some vegetables, putting side dishes in Tupperware, and setting everything into a nice picnic basket.

           “I’m so excited.” Taehyung beamed, looking at Hoseok.

           “I know, me too. I thought I would be nervous, but I don’t think I am.”

           “Well Noona won’t say no.” Taehyung assured. Hoseok looked at him.

           “How are you so sure?” he asked.

           “She’s my big sister, I just know. She’ll definitely say yes, trust me.” Hoseok hummed.

           “Alright, I trust you then, Taehyung.” He said simply. As he set the final ingredient into the basket and closed it all up, he hummed. “Okay, ready.”

           “Where’s the ring?” Taehyung asked softly, although you were dressing the girls in another room and there’d be no way to hear him. Hoseok simply patted the little pouch that sat comfortably on his waist.

           “In plain sight and yet totally hidden, aren’t I brilliant?” he grinned. Taehyung grinned. “Okay, everything is ready to go. Let’s go see if the girls are ready.” As the boys hurried to the girl’s shared bedroom, Hoseok knocked on the door. “You girls ready to go yet?” He asked. It only took a second before Min Ja opened the door. She was wearing a pair of overalls with a rainbow-striped shirt and matching sunhat. Across her chest laid a tiny flower handbag that Taehyung had bought her to put all her important items, you know, like rocks she found on the floor or pieces of sparkles and glitter she planned to save. Important things. “Wow, how cute you look, Min Ja.” he grinned.

           “I know. Hyo Bin wants to dress like me, but she doesn’t have the same bag. The one Uncle Tae got her was of a heart.” As if on cue, a loud scream ripped from the room, and the boys stuck their heads inside. They saw you wrestling your three-year-old’s socks on, but she was kicking and screaming.

           “Hyo Bin your bag is just as cute as Min Ja’s.”

           “I HATE THE HEART BAG, MAMA! I DON’T WANT IT!” She shouted, sobbing hysterically. You sighed, grabbing hold of a flying leg before it clocked you in the forehead. “MAMAAAA!”

           “You liked it when Uncle Tae took you to the store and bought it, didn’t you?” you asked softly. Hyo Bin continued to wail and scream. “…You’re ten seconds from staying home and not going anywhere if you keep acting like a baby, Hyo Bin. How are you supposed to go to school like Min Ja if you throw tantrums? You’ll get in trouble all the time.”

           “She’s right. A boy in my class throws lots of tantrums.” Min Ja said, still standing by the door. “He also throws lots of chairs.” Taehyung glanced down at the little girl, a confused look on his face, though she didn’t seem bothered. As you managed to get both of Hyo Bin’s socks on, your effort was thwarted, as Hyo Bin yanked the sock off and tossed them angrily away from her. Having enough, you released your daughter and lied on your back.

           “Okay, Hyo Bin. You’ve made up your mind.” You said simply. Hyo Bin, confused as to why she was no longer being held down, turned to look at you, though she was still hysterical crying. You slowly got up from the floor. “Mommy needs to go get dressed so we can go on our picnic. Min Ja was a good girl and got ready, so she can come. You can stay with Uncle Tae until we come back.”

           “N-no Mama…” she begged, sniffling. She watched you leave the room. “M-mama!” She tried to run after you, but you gently excused yourself between Hobi and Taehyung before heading into your own room. She saw Hobi, Taehyung, and Min Ja looking at her, snotty and runny-nosed and red in the face. “I wanna come, Mr. Hobi…I’m a good girl too.” Hobi smiled a bit, kneeling down and pointing to the crumpled-up socks that Hyo Bin had flung away.

           “How about we go get those socks on okay?” He said. Min Ja sniffled. “They match your heart bag really nice.”

           “I want a bag like Unnie…” Hyo Bin said softly, whimpering.

           “But didn’t you pick the heart bag?” Hoseok asked, picking it up. He gently laid it on Hyo Bin’s shoulder and across her chest. “Look how cute. What can we put in there?” Hyo Bin sniffled, opening it up to pull out a small plastic lipstick and blush container, as well as a few coins Taehyung had put in her bag, along with Min Ja’s when he bought them. “Oooo, wow. So cool. Don’t you like that your bag holds tons of stuff?” Hyo Bin wiggled her way into Hoseok’s arms, nuzzling her head into his neck.

           “Mhm…” she finally said softly. “I wanna come too, Mr. Hobi.”

           “Then we should stop crying, right? You won’t have fun if you’re crying.” Hoseok said gently, patting her head. Hyo Bin sniffled. Though the crying didn’t immediately stop, the girl silently went to her socks and picked them up, walking over towards Hoseok. He guided her onto the floor and simply helped her put the socks on. “There. Lovely. Ready to go?” Hyo Bin nodded as Hoseok scooped her up into his arms. The group exited the playroom, Hyo Bin still all sniffly. You stepped out of the room, fixing the ponytail you had put your hair into. “We’re ready~.”

           “Aaah look how pretty you look.” You said to Hyo Bin, who was still sniffling in Hoseok’s arms. She wiped her eyes, albeit messily, and you smiled.

           “I like your bag, Hyo Bin.” Min Ja said, looking up at her sister. “It looks really pretty with your hat.” The little girl, now with her sister’s approval, finally began to stop the sniffling and calm herself down. With that detour out of the way, the afternoon picnic could commence. Taehyung waved you all off, giving Hoseok a secret thumbs-up. He saw you turn to him as well, and he offered you a supportive thumbs up as well as he watched you guys go. He chuckled to himself, the door closing behind you as Min Ja chatted excessively about how excited she was.

           “Hope this works.” He mumbled to himself, before plopping himself onto his living room couch and turning on the TV to play some video games.

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           “I hope you're excited about this.” Hoseok hummed, tightly holding your hands as he led you down one of the park roads. “I am.”

           “Of course, I’m excited.” You assured. “It was just sudden when you asked me on a date in the middle of the courtroom.”

           “Hehe, yeah I know, sorry, I hope it didn’t catch you off guard or anything. I had been thinking about when I was going to ask and when I saw you it just…eh, blurted out.” You both laughed.

           “No, it didn’t.” You assured. When Hoseok led you to the spot, which was right by a small park for children to run and play on while their parents relaxed, you smiled. “Girls, do you want to go and play on the playground while we set up the food?”

           “Yeah!” The girls shouted in unison. You smiled, watching as they hurried to the park, which was populated with a few other children as well. It looked generally safe that you could divert your attention back and forth from time to time. Hoseok pulled out the picnic blanket, spreading it on the grass before setting different items down to keep it from blowing away.

           “You and Taehyung made quite a spread.” You said.

           “I made it. Taehyung put it in Tupperware and into the basket.” Hoseok assured, making both of you laugh a bit. “But he helped a lot, so it’ll be a good meal.”

           “I’m sure it will be.” You smiled, sitting down on the blanket. Hoseok plopped himself down next to you, before laying back fully and stretching out his limb. “The weather turned out so nice too.” You hummed.

           “Oh, I know. The weather called for rain and I was so nervous I’d have to reschedule everything.” Hoseok pouted a bit, glancing up at you as you looked towards the playground. His hand rested against his pouch, feeling the box that was sitting patiently inside, waiting for its time to shine. Like he did before, all the different possible paths of the day were running through his mind and he was wondering which one he would be walking down. He had to be careful if he wanted to walk down the right path. “I’m just glad we get to spend the day together.” You glanced down at him, smiling.

           “Me too.” You said happily. Like Hoseok, you were also worried about the path you would be walking down. You thought about the talk you had with Taehyung early that morning before anyone else had woken up, and it made you feel a lot better knowing that not only did you have his support, but your parents as well. It comforted you, and already, you knew that the path you were heading down now was leagues different from the path that you found yourself on in college. You needed to just wait for the right moment.

           You allowed the girls some more time to run around, getting themselves hungry enough that they would sit down and eat without much distraction. This allowed you and Hoseok time to relax together, just enjoying each other’s company under a nice, refreshing breeze. Everything felt serene and peaceful, a feeling you had finally been waiting for among all of the trails, secrets, and violence. Everything was falling into place. Hoseok glanced over to you as you reached into the basket and picked up a strawberry, popping it into your mouth. His eyes trailed the finger that would soon hopefully be decorated by the beautiful ring, and he knew he had to do this now before he chickened out for real.

           “I need to talk to you.” He said. You glanced over, curious as to what he meant. “It’s…important.”

           “Is…everything okay?” you asked curiously.

           “Everything is fine, there’s just something I’ve been meaning to ask you. But I wanted to wait until the trial and all the stressful stuff was over so that I wouldn’t be adding more pressure onto you.” You blinked, turning to face him.

           “Well…that’s a coincidence…” you said. “Because I feel the same way.” Hoseok looked at you with slightly wide eyes. “I have to tell you something important too, but I wanted to wait until the trial ended.”

           “I see.” He said. “How about we….” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting that.”

           “Sorry. Do you want to go first?” you asked. Hoseok gulped a bit. “No?” You were kind of hoping he would say that because you wanted to just get this off your chest. However, Hoseok did not immediately respond. Hoseok took a shaky breath, before sticking his fist out in your direction. “Huh?”

           “Rock paper scissors.” He said. “The winner out of three rounds go first.” You nodded, sticking your hand out with a small grin on your face. Hoseok followed behind you. “Okay, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Go!” He shouted. You threw out rock, he threw out paper. Hoseok grinned. You blinked, feeling your heart race. You wanted to win, you wanted to get it off your chest. Every second that passed by felt like a knife being pushed deeper and deeper into your chest. Nodding your head, round two began. “Rock, Paper, Scissor, Go!” He said. You threw out scissors, and Hoseok, this time, threw out paper. “Aaaaah.” He groaned, pouting.

           This was the most intense game of Rock Paper Scissors that you have ever played. Never did you think that this would feel like an Olympic sport, where a massive win was on the line, a massive advantage, a massive victory. The third and final round would be the defining factor. It was currently tied.

           “Last round…” you said softly. Hoseok nodded, smiling gently at you. You hummed, before starting the round.

           “Rock.” Hoseok said. You bit your lip. “Paper-.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

           “I’m pregnant.” You said quickly.

           “Sci-.” Hoseok stopped almost immediately, his eyes going wide. You looked directly at him as soon as those words left your mouth. He was silent for a moment, looking down at his closed fist that was stopped dead in its tracks. “That’s not the next word- WHAT?!” He shouted. You flinched a bit. “You’re pre…you’re pregnant?!” He asked. You could only nod, unable to get his shocked expression out of his face.

           “I wanted to wait until the trial was over to tell you. Then you brought up the idea of the picnic and I figured that would be the best time.” You explained.

           “When did you know?!”

           “When I was in the hospital right after the fires.” You said simply.

           “Does anyone know?”

           “Nayeon was with me when I found out. And I told my parents and Taehyung after…after the first day of the trial.” Hoseok blinked.

           “How did this happen?” he asked. When he saw you open your mouth, he lifted a hand up. “Don’t answer that one. I know how it happened.” Hoseok saw the worry etched on your face, and he felt his chest bubble up with emotions. You could see his eyes watering. “Really?” You nodded, smiling a bit. “Oh my God.” He quickly closed the gap between the both of you, hugging you tightly as he tried not to burst into tears in a public space. “Wow. I was not expecting this to happen at all.”

           “Are you mad?” you asked curiously. Hoseok shook his head, quickly pulling back to look at you.

           “No not at all! After I found out about the other baby, all I could think about was having another one…” he looked down at your stomach with eyes full of wonder and amazement. You gently took one of his hands, placing it on your stomach. You were still relatively early in the pregnancy, so you were just barely showing anything. However, the minute Hoseok lied his hand on your stomach, all the strength he was trying to muster so he wouldn’t cry was gone. You watched as tears began flowing from his eyes. “Aw, man.” He quickly wiped them, and you smiled.

           “Don’t cry!” You begged. “Please don’t cry, you can’t cry!”

           “I’m so happy. Jeez, this isn’t what I planned to happen.” He said, sniffling.

           “Oh. What did you want to tell me?” You asked, looking at him. He held your hand tightly in his, the other sitting firmly on your still flat belly. You smiled. “I totally cheated; you probably would’ve won. What did you want to say?”

           “How am I supposed to propose to you in tears? Isn’t this supposed to be the other way around?” he asked. You blinked, dropping his hand from yours. He looked at you. “What?”

           “Really?” you asked, smiling. Hoseok wiped his eyes, nodding. You felt like you wanted to cry as well, however, explaining why both of you were in tears would be difficult when the girls came back. You swallowed your tears, and a grin sat plastered on your face. “You were going to-.”

           “Yeah, propose. I have a ring and…I had a speech and everything was planned.” He chuckled, opening up his little pouch and pulling out his little black box. Your eyes widened as he opened it, revealing the gorgeously expensive ring that sparkled almost as soon as it hit the light. “It was a whole big thing and I was absolutely terrified you would say no. But…man, after your news, I don’t even think I could top it if I tried.” You giggled a bit.

           “You thought I would say no, you big idiot.” You were quick to take the ring. “Even if I wasn’t carrying your baby, I could never say no…” Hoseok held your wrist, gently taking the ring from your grasp. He laid your hand into his, quickly slipping the ring onto your finger. A smile formed on your lips as you held the ring up to the light, admiring the sparkle that it radiated. “Wow…I can’t believe this is happening.”

           “Tell me about it.” Hoseok said, letting out a shaky sigh. You looked at him and smiled.

           “I think these may go down in history as the oddest proposal and baby announcement ever.” You giggled, and Hoseok followed suit. You smiled, biting your lip. “I love you.” You said softly. Hoseok looked at you, a smile once again forming on his lips.

           “I love you too…” he said simply. You looked down at the ring, Hoseok scooting close to you so that he could once again place his hand on your stomach. “Do you like the ring? Hyo Bin helped me pick it.”

           “It’s so pretty. Not too gaudy. You know my first wedding ring was like that. Very flashy.” Hoseok chuckled. “Sold that thing for a nice sum after the divorce though.” Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh. “But I don’t think I’ll ever sell this one.”

           “Good.” He said. Just as the two of you were finding comfort in each other’s embraces, you heard the sound of two young girls shouting your names. Looking up, Min Ja and Hyo Bin were hurrying over to the picnic table. Min Ja gasped.

           “Mr. Hobi, did you ask Mommy if you could marry her yet?!” She asked. You looked at Hoseok.

           “They knew?” You asked curiously. Hoseok laughed a bit.

           “Min Ja heard me talking to Taehyung when you were putting Hyo Bin to sleep last night.” He admitted. You looked at Min Ja, who saw the ring on your finger. “Did you tell her about the baby?”

           “What baby?” Min Ja asked curiously. You smiled.

           “Well, Mr. Hobi and Mommy are getting married now, and we’re having another baby.”

           “ANOTHER BABY!?” The girls shouted, eyes just as wide as Hoseok’s were, only on their little faces, they looked even wider. You smiled a bit as Min Ja and Hyo Bin crawled into your lap. “Where’s the baby?” Min Ja asked. “I wanna see her.”

           “It’s in her stomach.” Hoseok explained. Gently, he took the girl's hands and placed them alongside his. “It’s really small right now, but when the baby gets bigger, so will your Mom’s stomach.”

           “Great.” You groaned in playful sarcasm. “Just what I want, to be a basketball again.” Hoseok smiled a bit as the girls looked at your stomach.

           “Is it a girl? Can it be a girl, Mommy?” Min Ja asked curiously. You smiled.

           “It can be, but I won’t know until the baby gets bigger.”

           “It can’t be a boy, it just can’t. Boys are gross and icky.” Min Ja pouted. You smiled a bit, ruffling her hair. Hyo Bin didn’t look as excited as Min Ja did at the idea of a little sibling. She just looked at your stomach.

           “Are you excited?” Hoseok asked curiously.

           “No.” she pouted up at him. “I don’t want a new baby.” You smiled, running a hand through her hair.

           “Hyo Bin, you’re going to be a big sister, just like Min Ja is your big sister.” Hyo Bin looked at Min Ja, who was beaming just as much as Hoseok was. She still seemed unconvinced, but she kept the pout on her face and simply held your stomach tightly. You smiled. “How about we all eat, I’m starving.” You suggested, motioning to the opened picnic basket with food just waiting to be eaten. Hoseok pulled the basket over to you and began to pull out food, setting it out for everyone to enjoy. You watched as the girls tried their best to help him by setting out some food as well. He smiled happily, encouraging their helpfulness, which only wanted them to do more to help him. A smile formed on your lips as Hoseok passed you a small wrapped up sandwich, making sure to quickly kiss your cheek before he finished emptying the basket. A hum escaped your lips as you watched the scene unfold.

           Just over 6 years ago, you never would have thought this would be how your life would’ve turned out. So many different paths had been found, doors had closed and others had opened, while other doors were completely destroyed. Despite this, the path that you were on and had been on since you were 20 years-old was one you would never change for anything, despite the hardships that were bestowed upon you. You were hoping that the next 6 years, and even longer, would only allow those paths to open wider and present you with even more wonderful and breathtaking memories.

~~~END~~~

Author’s Note: I wanted to thank you all for your support throughout this story. With work restarting for me next week, I’ll be going on a mini-hiatus so I can work on the new story ideas I have planned. Thank you all for your continued support and I look forward to seeing you in my next work !!! <3 - Jeni 

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[mongbunbinnie]

Phone calls at night

It was already late at night, the streets sleep but you are on your phone talking to Moon Bin after a long day of being busy for your own accord. He asked if you saw there recent stage and how was it, of course, being one of their fans you make time despite being busy to watch it.

 Moonbin: You really watch? Your busy, i'll understand if you don't.

 Y/N: Hey, what do you take me for? How can I miss your stage?

 Moonbin: Sure, sure. [A playful smile is dancing on his lips it was faint but it makes your heart a little bit flush, his camera moved and he was walking through the living room occasionally licking his lips and sweeping his hair backward]

 Y/N: Your hair is long already.

 Moonbin: I like it long. [Y/N look at Moonbin in a sharp glare, she likes his looks but his long hair bothers her so much.]

 Y/N: At least cut it so I can see your eyes. [How she loves staring at those eyes, like a trance that will comfort you and take you somewhere fleeting and make you forget that you are in those moment. Y/N can't just get enough of it.]

 Moonbin: I'll cut it if I get the time.

 Y/N: Did you eat already? Aren't you tired?

 Moonbin: Of course I am tired but this is the only time I can get to talk to you. [You playfully roll your eyes, this man really knows what to say.]

 Y/N: Just go to sleep, I'll talk to you again. [He looks tired, and sleepy. You catch him suppressing his yawn]

 Y/N: Go to bed, Sir.

 Moonbin: Will you watch me sleep? [Your eyes widen, it was tempting though, but still it makes you flush and embarrassed]

 Moonbin: Eh-hey, what are you thinking?  [His eyes sparkle with playfulness, his chuckle hinting maliciousness]

 Y/N: Lol do you think I'll like it to watch you sleep? [You  snarl at his mischievous face, not knowing who to pinch your self or the man inside the phone. It makes you sad though, being across the world. Two realms that cannot touch, a longing of wanting to stare at those eyes and finally pinch his cheeks or slap his arms for being such a tease.]

 Moonbin: I like watching you to sleep too. [He said in a whisper, you didn't catch that though.]

 Y/N: Are the other members asleep already?

 Moonbin: Sanha and M hyung is still eating, Jinjin hyung and Rocky probably asleep and Eunwoo still have his schedule. Why? [His eyes sharpen]

 Y/N: Nothing, I just find them cute and adorable on stage today. [The thought just makes you smile and squeak a little.]

 Moonbin: Hey [His brows deep in confusion] I think you need to sleep, little one.

 Y/N: Why? They are cute and adorable. Didn't you see Sanha? His chest pump and dancing is so powerful and his gesture is so cute. He is such a man now, that baby really did grow up so fast.

 Moonbin: [He chuckled at the thought of Sanha that is really trying to become manlier this days and he is glad that someone other the members acknowledge it.]

 Y/N: I think I might change my bias? I can't even pick now. [Y/N starts to be confused and giggly which Moonbin see as adorable and confusing.]

 Moonbin: Nah, you love me. [He said chuckling.]

 Y/N: But Sanha is being such a cutie lately and there's MJ being such a dual King and Queen I'm being snatched. [You said with a little pout and seriousness, you even shook your head a little in a deep thinking.

 Moonbin: But you love me. [Still not believing Y/N's thought, he look at her like she is being crazed and look if he called the wrong number.]

 Y/N: And there's Jinjin making me cry with his visuals and soft voice, and I miss Eunwoo's smile and laugh. God, I just miss him can you drag his fat ass on the line? We miss him so much.

 Moonbin: You love me. [He makes a little funny face, but Y/N didn't mind him and keep going.]

 Y/N: And don't let me start with Rocky Oh my God that Rock is everything I can't...

 Moonbin:  You love me more. [He finally said with a yawn, he change his sitting position in a more comfortable way. His face is now more up close for he is now lying on the sofa.]

 Y/N: My love can be swerved you know. [Y/N's stubbornness didn't even budge, but when she look at the screen she can see Moonbin fighting his sleepiness. Y/N smiled a little.]

 Moonbin: [in a whisper] You love me.

 [It makes you smile, how adorable he could be in that pajamas and his hair disheveled as he drown to sleep. You like that sight, it was a perfect sight to adore and remember. It felt like in that point you are not away from each other, like he was not a star and you're not the girl that keeps on struggling in Med School. It felt normal, like finally tasting reality.]

 Y/N: Yeah, I love you. [Your eyes linger a little longer and watch his shoulders move as he breathe it's a perfect lullaby to listen to if you can't sleep. How you wish to go in the screen and hear it first hand.]

 Y/N: Let's wait more my Moon... Goodnight.

  //Zana's Imagination

[oh-beyond]

Saviour AU - Part 13 (M)

He wasn’t rich like the others, he didn’t really fit, but he was part of the group, the rich boys that had investments in one of the biggest companies in the country, they were powerful and handsome and they could get anything the wanted, money had corrupted their every day actions, money that Byun Baekhyun didn’t have, to what extent was he like them? You were lucky enough to be delivering the coffee every morning, you just wanted to see him, and to see him meant seeing the others too… You had faith that he was different… just don’t trust him too much he might surprise you, and not in a good way.

Business AU/Angst/Smut

Baekhyun x Reader ft. Chanyeol, Chen, Kai & Lay (Mentions of EXO OT12)

Warning: Well some smut…

Masterlist

Saviour Masterpost

< Healer Part 1

< Part 12 - Pusillanimous > - Part 14 >

Summary: Chanyeol is confronted with the most cruel reality… Baekhyun is torn between which path to take, and you discovered who Byun Baekhyun really was.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror leaning your hands on the basin to get closer to the mirror. Your legs felt funny, remembering the reason, making you giggle to yourself. It was magical. 

Baekhyun was magical.

Everything about him. The way he looked at you made you feel complete. 

Addicting.

Not quite what you had promised Lay in regards to keep your relationship as friends until things got clearer. You had just confessed your love to Baekhyun, although he didn’t do anything yet to establish the nature of your relationship. But you trusted him, he loved you too. 

You knew.

You heard your phone ringing in your room. It was Baekhyun, not even 10 minutes passed since he left you and he was calling already.

“I missed you, I can’t fucking drive without thinking of you”

“Me too”

“Just wanted to make sure you will sleep and rest cupcake”

“I can’t, my legs hurt Baekie”

“Did you get up? Go back to bed”

“I am in the bathroom, admiring the marks you left”

“You are looking at yourself? What are you wearing?”

“Mmm”

“Tell me!”

“Nothing other than your marks” you whispered that last bit over the phone.

“Don’t-” he growled “I don’t want to go to Chanyeol’s with a boner, fucking unreal. What have you done to me?”

“Thank you for today”

“The sugar coming out of the phone, stop it cupcake or I’ll turn around and come back to finish you”

“Silly~~~”

“So tell me what are your plans for today?”

“I need to go to the office, I promised Saehyo to help her with some things and I will meet Jongdae-ssi, we have a meeting with Junmyeon-ssi and a conference call with Yifan-ssi in regards to his case”

“Be careful, when Yifan and Junmyeon hyung are together they are dangerous, you don’t know how their minds work together, please just… don’t trust them. They are powerful beyond belief”

“Don’t worry baby, I am very professional”

“And one more thing… what’s with Jongin?”

“What’s with him?”

“Just- you seem too close”

“We are, he is a good guy”

“He is a playboy, that’s why he is nice. I don’t like it”

“Are you one of those guys that are overprotective Baekie?”

“And what if I am? I don’t like you being- just don’t let him drive you home”

“Are you jealous?”

“You are my cupcake. Mine”

“I love the sound of that Baekhyun. I’m yours, you know that”

He drove happily, overwhelmed with joy. He had a girl that loved him. A true jewel. 

A jewel that his best friend also loved. 

The same best friend that was rolling in the middle of the kitchen floor, wearing nothing but his boxers, babbling nonsense next to 2 empty bottles of heavy alcohol.

Baekhyun took off his blazer throwing it to the floor going on his knees lifting Chanyeol’s head to his lap.

“Chan! Man, what is wrong? Dude don’t scare the shit out of me like this!”

“Bro!” Chanyeol’s voice sounding completely drunk “it’s funny, this is so funny”

“What’s funny? Nothing is funny but your drunken ass, come on let’s take a shower to sober you down”

Baekhyun tried to lift him up, but Chanyeol buried his face in Baekhyun’s lap, he started to cry like a baby.

“Chanyeol stop this shit, it’s not funny. Get up!”

“Remember Hani?” asked Chanyeol out of the blue.

“Hani… Hani yeah, that Hani Chen and I were chasing after, and she fucking couldn’t see anyone but you”

“Yeah… fuck, and fuck her I did, fucked her well”

“OK… now get up”

“Why can’t ___ want me too?”

“Because you can’t always win, and she simply doesn’t want you Chanyeol, and when Hani chose you we moved on”

“It’s funny because she is the only girl I loved, and perhaps the only girl I could never have”

Love her… the sound of that made Baekhyun very uncomfortable.

“Well good on you, the sooner you realise the sooner this will all go away”

“I love her, how do you switch your heart off? Tell me?”

“I don’t know man, get the fuck up!”

“Why can’t I make the only girl I love, love me back?”

Baekhyun was starting to feel like filth again. The taste of your lips still on his, while Chanyeol wasted himself the way he was for you.

“Imagine you love someone and they don’t love you back! Would you just give up? he continued “have you ever loved Baekhyun?”

Good question.

“I love you fucker” 

“And I love you. But she has become as important as you Baekhyun… you are my dear friend, and she is the love I want”

“Sadly you can’t have everything in life Chanyeol” stated Baekhyun as Chanyeol kept weeping on his lap.

Finally Baekhyun managed to lift his drunken friend. He took him to his en-suite bathroom and forced him into a lukewarm shower that seemed to do the trick in relaxing Chanyeol..

“Better?” asked Baekhyun as he poured water over Chanyeol’s shoulders while he sat next to him outside the bath.

“Better”

“Don’t fucking scare me like that again man”

“Now admit that all you wanted was to see me naked in the bathtub” 

“Chan… I just got busted, you are pretty hot all flushed and wet” they fist bumped each other bursting into jerks of laughter.

Baekhyun loved seeing Chanyeol laugh.

He wished he could make him laugh forever and not be the reason for his sorrow one day.

Baekhyun helped Chanyeol get into some comfy shorts and and a tank top, he tugged him to bed sitting next to him.

“I’ll get better Baekhyun. I promise I will try”

“None of this ever again”

Chanyeol nodded finally closing his eyes aiming to sleep. Baekhyun took a pair of shorts from Chanyeol’s wardrobe keeping his undershirt on. He then joined Chanyeol in bed looking at him thinking how to fix this deep shit he was in.

There was no way out of it now, it got to a point of no return.

He would never opt to leave his friend. Expose himself as the guy that took the girl of his dreams. That was out of the question. Now more than ever he knew that what he had with you will never see the light either.

He was going to be that guy. The guy that convinces his loving girl to keep it a secret. Because he also realised after today that he couldn’t let go of you.

It would kill him. Affect him to a point of madness. Like Chanyeol if not more.

Baekhyun just realised that he was in love with you as he stared at his broken best friend next to him.

*****

Today Chen wasn’t at the office, neither was Eunbyeol, so you decided to spend it with Saehyo teaching her how to your unique coffee, and make Minseok happy.

And make yourself happy when you turned to face the most gorgeous customer while you were filling the napkin dispensers at the tables.

“Good morning cupcake, what a surprise to see you in that uniform again” he whispered “you look delicious as always”

“Silly Baekie. I’ll be here all day. Would you like to call me from your office so I can deliver some nice coffee and cupcakes?”

“That sounds pretty appetising, but I am very demanding customer”

You giggled looking away, turning to face him again, he winked at you wiping his lower lip with his thumb.

“I can’t work like that”

“Fucking telling me that? I can’t even think straight, I just want to grab your wrist and take you to my office so you can take care of what you did in my pants”

“What’s with you? Where is Chanyeol-ssi?”

As if he just been slapped, his cheeky smile died into a deep exhale focusing on Saehyo that was sweeping the floors.

“He is coming, he just went to get you something”

“Get me something? Why? Please Baekhyun, I’ve tried to be understanding in this matter, but please, I’m asking to tell him to stop coming near me”

“Cupcake just bear with me a little longer”

“I am not asking you to tell him you are wi- that we are-”

You went silent when you yourself didn’t know what you were. Baekhyun saw the sorrow in your eyes and he felt like a criminal for a moment.

“I am sorry baby, just please”

“Please what tho? What do you want me to do?”

Baekhyun looked towards the entry of the caffe, Chanyeol was coming with a huge bouquet of yellow roses. You followed Baekhyun’s gaze and saw indeed the tall frame coming your way wearing a hesitant smile.

“Hi ___, these are for you” he said with his deep voice.

You looked at Baekhyun who by now was looking at his shoes as if they were the most amusing thing in the world right now.

“This is a work place Park Chanyeol-ssi, the cafe will open in” you looked at your watch “exactly 7 minutes and there will be employees coming, and I don’t want gossip about me”

“I’d like everyone to know that you own my heart ___”

Baekhyun lifted his head bowled over in disbelief, he had agreed with cahnyeol that this nonsense will stop, however the scene that Chanyeol was making was nothing like what they agreed to.

“Baekhyun could you please leave us alone?” he asked.

You crossed your arms over your chest leaning on one leg watching how Baekhyun simply just obeyed his friend’s request. You scoffed and looked at Chanyeol into the eye.

“I am sorry ___, please forgive me because I cannot function feeling that you hate me this much”

“If I forgive you, will you leave me alone?”

“I can’t promise you that. I would like you to see the real me”

“Fine. I will see the real you, but you will have to see the real me too”

You pulled the flower arrangement out of his hands and went towards the big bin next to Saehyo who was now completely flabbergasted resting her palms on the sweeper.

You just tossed the flowers on the bin. Baekhyun hadn’t reached the door to leave yet, he stopped and looked from you to his friend, who looked like he was going to collapse any moment.

You walked back to where Chanyeol was petrified in his same spot, crossing your arms over your chest again.

“And that Chanyeol-ssi is the real me. Do we have ourselves a deal?”

Baekhyun appeared from behind Chanyeol’s back, he patted him and tried pulling him to leave shooting you an unreadable gaze of plain sorrow and disgust all at the same time. Your stomach churned wondering if you went too far.

You watched the 2 men leaving feeling a sting of uncomfortableness. You didn’t know what to expect. 

Was Baekhyun upset? But you were supposed to be the one upset. Did Baekhyun feel nothing as another man was offering you flowers? Shouldn’t he be upset for that fact instead of being upset about treating his friend bad?

“What am I going to do Baekhyun? She hates my guts” cried Chanyeol.

“Start by not doing what you did, flowers? Really now?”

“They were yellow, for apology. Not red, I wasn’t insinuating anything”

“Chanyeol! You fucking assaulted here. If we wouldn’t be there- God knows-”

“Stop! I know! You just don’t care, you are my friend and you can’t feel the shit I’m going through. I just want her to forgive me!”

“Don't do anything, for now. Please listen to me, I will figure out something. Trust me my Chan”

And that was Baekhyun’s main priority, you to be nicer to Chanyeol. He didn’t know how will that make him feel, but as long as his friend felt better Baekhyun thought he would also feel good about it.

Naive thinking.

Because he didn’t call you that day, he tossed and turned in his bed looking at the phone, knowing that you were the loving one, you would give in and call him. You always did.

But you didn’t that night.

And that made Baekhyun feel what Chanyeol was feeling. 

Rejection. 

Disgust. 

He couldn’t cope with the idea that you were upset with him. But he didn’t want to feed you his love either. 

Not now. Not until Chanyeol started to control his feelings towards you.

Baekhyun wasn’t wrong about you, if he was suffering for not talking to you, you were by far suffering more. Two days and a whole night without a call, a text. Your chest felt heavy. You just couldn’t.

You called Lay in desperation hoping that Xian wouldn’t be near him. You asked him for Baekhyun’s address. He wasn’t keen in giving it to you, he warned you that Chanyeol lived just next door. 

You cooked a simple meal, some noodles with vegetables and meat with spicy pepper sauce (Gochujang) and spicy garlic fried chicken (Kkanpunggi). You packed everything in small containers and went to change, you got out some simple ripped boyfriend jeans and an oversized black hoodie, your black snapback and a face mask. 

You went for a quick shower to get rid of the cooking smell. You looked through your underwear drawer and decided to wear that set you bought that you wanted to surprise Baekhyun with, lacy, like he liked it, all white with some light pink embroideries. Innocent but sexy, just the way he saw you. You moisturised your face and decided on only wearing eyeliner and some lipgloss.

After changing and packing the food, you took a taxi giving the address to the driver heading to Gangnam.

You arrived at a impressive looking glass building, you entered and soon the security asked you to remove your snapback and face mask.

“I need to announce you Miss, you cannot enter the building otherwise”

“But it’s a surprise, pretty please~~~”

“I am afraid I cannot do that Miss”

“Alright, how about you come with me and see for yourself?”

“Are you Byun Baekhyun’s girlfriend?”

“I am his surprise” you winked at the security guard finally agreeing to go with you.

As you took the elevator you felt like shit. What did ‘I am his surprise’ mean? It almost felt as if you were a hooker sent to Baekhyun as a little treat. 

You pushed those thoughts away when you arrived to the 11th floor, the corridors covered in light beige marble, stopping at the last apartment 1110, you looked at the door next to it”

“Is 1109 Park Chanyeol’s apartment?”

“Yes, have you visited him before too?”

Oh that sounded really as if he was asking you if Chanyeol was your customer before. You ignored him and knocked the door on Baekhyun’s.

As you waited silently you could clearly hear his high pitched laugh with Chanyeol’s deep voiced one next door. 

“I think they ar-”

“Yes I know. I heard. Alright, so I will hide behind the pillar, knock the door on Chanyeol-ssi’s and ask for Baekhyun. Tell him that he has to sign something at the lobby”

“But usually we just receive packages for-”

“Just do it!”

“Miss I don’t think I can do that”

“Listen to me! I am his girlfriend, and it’s our anniversary, and I am supposed to be abroad. So don’t you dare and ruin it for us. Baekhyun oppa won’t be happy!” you threatened the poor security guard to a point that you got afraid of your own tone.

He nodded and he did as he was told.

“Park Chanyeol-ssi, we need Byun Baekhyun-ssi at the reception, it’s a large package”

“Yo! Baek, go down you got something”

Baekhyun slipped his shoes on and followed the guard, when the elevator arrived you pulled his arm before he entered after the security guard.

He gasped in surprise, he panicked when he saw you there. He pulled you back behind the pillar.

“W-what-how-what are you doing here?”

“I am sorry, I wanted to see you”

“Wait here, Don’t move” he pointed with his finger.

You saw him walk back stopping at Chanyeol’s door, he pressed the code opening the door “yah Yeol-ah, I’m going to shower and stuff and I’ll be back in a few”

There was a stop.

“NO BRO! DON’T COME, I’LL COME BACK”

Baekhyun closed the door running his hands over his face, he pressed the code to his apartment getting inside, he then waved at you to come.

You run towards his door, when you stopped at his door your arm was pulled harshly, he then slammed the door closed behind you. He didn’t invite you in, he just walked inside, his hands over his head pulling at it.

You followed him hesitantly. You weren’t a nice surprise. You felt unwelcomed.

You placed the food bag on the table and walked behind him, almost unsure of why he was this… different.

“Baek-”

“Don’t” he said raising his hand at your mouth for you to be quiet “what if-” he exhaled loudly “what if he saw you here? What would he think?”

“I am sorry, I just couldn’t sleep knowing you were upset”

“Why are you like this? I mean I don’t deserve it! Why are you fucking like this? It’s beyond me”

“Because I love you Baekhyun”

He stood still groaning hands over his hips, walking right and left.

“Am I bothering you this much?”

Silence.

“Alright, I will leave. It was clearly a mistake”

You opened the door to leave but he followed you closing it harshly with a thud, leaning his shoulder on the door crossing his arms over his chest. You turned your head slowly.

Damn he looked so sexy.

“Why did you come cupcake?”

“I don’t know” you replied simply, however you knew… 

You knew very well.

“What did you bring?”

“Nothing, I am leaving”

He caressed your cheek finally locking eyes with him.

“Come on show me what you got me” he took your hand with his entwining your fingers together.

You opened the bag and got the food containers out, he smiled encircling his arm around your neck kissing your cheek.

“You are so cute cupcake. I’m sorry for my reaction, everything is just a fucking mess right now. Let me make a call, you can go to the kitchen if you need to heat anything”

“Who are you calling?”

“I’m having a proper dinner with my cupcake, I’m canceling my other plans”

You heard him from behind his bedroom door calling Chanyeol, he came back when he finished his call, coming behind you he wrapped his arms around your waist as you heated the food.

“It smells so good cupcake. Just like you” he said kissing your neck from behind “but this hoodie, isn’t it too warm?”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath”

Baekhyun spun you around scanning your face “turn the heat off. We will have it after”

Without questioning you turned the heat off feeling Baekhyun’s hands pulling the hoodie upwards, feeling his fingers at your back. It was instant how you were dragged, without much convincing he had you lifted and in his room. As soon as your feet reached the floor he rid himself from his t-shirt. 

“I can’t control myself around you. I swear I feel you casted a spell on me” he spoke between heated kisses along your jawline.

He pulled your hoodie out of the way stepping backwards to admire the nice almost see through white lacy bra.

“You did this in purpose cupcake” his voice cracked, husky and affected.

He slowly placed his hands over your shoulders, pulling down one of the straps attaching his lips to your shoulder blade, leaving an open mouthed kiss feeling the wetness of his tongue.

“I am sorry baby, for everything, I am an asshole, it’s just been so difficult and Chanyeol”

“I don’t want to hear his name when we are together. Like this. I don’t want to”

Baekhyun raised his head to meet your eyes, he caressed your cheeks with both hands, bringing you close pecking your lips.

“You are right, this is for you, it’s your time. It’s our time”

“Why didn’t you call me? Are you upset? I thought you d-”

“Shhh, never cupcake, never I promise. It’s just… he is very affected and he needs me”

“He is always more important than me. I know I cannot compare myself b-”

He slid his hands at the nape of your neck crushing his lips with yours. He invaded your mouth finding your tongue, he brought you closer by pressing his hand on the small of your back, feeling the warm skin pf his abdomen on yours. His breath hitting your face, eliciting groans at the back of his throat. Your fingers digging on his scalp as you titled your head to deepen the kiss, welcoming all this eagerness even more than he was.

When you moaned in desperation he broke the kiss resting his forehead over yours catching your breaths. You moved forward to capture his lips again but he stopped you.

“Listen to me” he run his fingers through your hair moving it to one side “don’t ever say that he is more important than you, I don’t even know how this happened but it did. He is not more important than you. No one is more important than you. You are my girl, you are mine and I am yours”

Your eyes lip up and you hugged him wrapping your arms around his waist,  Baekhyun connected his lips to your neck and kissed you again.

“I just have 1 little request, to make this work” his voice sounded different, as if hesitant.

You looked at him intrigued to hear what he had to say.

“Just don’t treat him like that, try to listen to him, give him a chance to clear the misunderstanding”

“There is no misunderstanding, he assaulted me Baekhyun”

“I know, and I respect you for not reporting him, and I know you did that for me. But please if you really love me, I’d like you to be in good terms with him. I know if you get closer he will understand that there is no way with you, and finally we can be together”

“It sounds selfish Baekhyun”

“Cupcake” he kissed you slowly “for me” he whispered in your mouth “please” he added unclasping your bra.

You were like hypnotised. He could ask anything right now and you would just surrender and melt and nod in approval.

“Yes?” he asked again cupping your breasts squeezing lightly making you moan “will you cupcake?”

“Yes, yes I will” you struggled to even stand all while he peppered your collarbones with sinful slow kisses.

“What would you like in return pretty girl? Tell me?” he added now pulling off the bra taking one of your breasts into his mouth.

“Baek- I don- Baek- angh~~~”

He undid the button of your jeans, these falling in the floor, his hand traveling downwards until they found their way between your legs squeezing lightly making you whimper.

“If you don’t tell me… then I will tell you what you want cupcake. Pop into bed” he instructed peeling himself from his own shorts and underwear.

You watched him move and crawl your way to join you in bed, you immediately parted your legs, he nestled between them lowering himself finally feeling his hardness over your entrance. The feeling was overwhelming, you were already losing control over your senses.

He rested onto his elbow feeling your bare leg before bringing it over his hip, burying his face in the valley between your breasts “tell me how good can you handle me today?” he asked his voice sounding muffled from the proximity to your skin .

Your breath was already laboured feeling every kiss and every lick through all your nerve system that was on edge.

“Tell me cupcake. Or will we just go for a try?” he asked sitting back on his heels.

He moved your lacy panties to one side and smirked at the view “I think you are ready, it’s dripping already, get on your four” he commanded, pulling your panties down.

As you moved to removed them he licked 2 fingers slowly, making sure you watched.

“Come on lift those pretty butt cheeks” 

“Baek, I am shy, I don’t know”

He turned you around and lifted your ass himself roughly “no need to be shy, give me 2 minutes you will be the only pounding on my dick”

You hid your face in the pillow giggling at the effect of his words had on you. Suddenly feeling his fingers spreading your folds pinching your clit. You screamed on the pillow following by muting when you felt them inside curling.

“Oppa!”

“Does it hurt?”

You didn’t reply.

“I thought so” he said laughing.

You watched him though your parted legs, he spread your wetness over his angry looking dick, at this point you were really dripping at the sight, and before you knew it he brought his tip and rubbed it over your entrance sliding slowly.

“Is this OK cupcake? Not hurting?”

You heard the door passcode being entered from outside lifting yourself.

“Yah! Baekhyun-ah! You get me your phone charger, mine is fucked”

“FUCK! FUCK! IT’S CHANYEOL” Baekhyun whisper-shouted jumping out of bed.

You covered yourself with the sheet watching Baekhyun tripping over his own feet in panic, he looked funny trying to put his underwear back on. 

“Shhh stay quiet alright?” he said before closing the door behind him.

“Holy shit! You were at it weren’t you? Fucker Byun Baekhyun, you have a chick in your room”

“I have no one in my room”

“Baekhyun you have a fucking boner, it’s disturbing” pointed Chanyeol.

Baekhyun looked down and tried covering the obvious stage of excitement he was in.

“Baekhyun it’s alright, you don’t have to stop seeing girls because of me, I’m sorry. I dragged you with my shit”

“I’ll get you the charger”

Baekhyun went back to his room, you weren’t in the bed and the water in the en-suite bathroom was running, he peeked his head to see you under the shower, he knocked on the shower glass.

“Shower sex cupcake?”

You giggled trying to cover your body with your arms.

“I’ll be right back” he said extending his lips for a kiss.

You pecked his lips and shooed him away. Baekhyun went out. 

Chanyeol was on his phone his eyebrows frowned, looking pale and just not himself. Baekhyun thought he received news in regards the tender they were dealing with.

He stood in front of him handing him the charger, patting on his back.

“You broke up with Lay hyung? I can’t believe that Xian. How would ___ be involved in any way?” asked Chanyeol on the phone.

Baekhyun gulped, his heart sinking to his feet. Xian was clearly badmouthing about you, because of her break up with Lay. She was taking it out on you.

“Baekhyun?” asked Chanyeol locking eyes with him frowning even more.

“Hung up Chanyeol, let me talk to you” Baekhyun was having difficulties verbalising at this point.

“Baekhyun and ___! Xian! What the fuck are you saying?” 

The panic in Chanyeol’s voice breathing unevenly, his hand gathered into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Chanyeol hung up the phone!”

Chanyeol threw his phone to the wall grabbing on Baekhyun’s neck chocking him. The difference in height and strength was noticeable, Baekhyun was palasied and couldn’t really do anything to defend himself.

“Are you fucking ___? Is that true brother? My best friend?”

“Chan- yeol- let- me” 

Chanyeol let go of him, finally Baekhyun catching his breath holding on his neck for dear life, when Baekhyun was about to open his mouth to talk Chanyeol punched him square on the face making falling on the floor.

“Is she inside? Where you just fucking the girl I love? Fucker, I fucking hate your guts, you betrayed me. You were fucking her just right now!”

At the lack of replies from Bekhyun’s side Chanyeol got more frustrated, he pulled Baekhyun from his neck, this time punching his abdomen over and over.

When he was satisfied he walked to Baekhyun’s room, while Baekhyun tried getting up to warn you. 

“___!” called Baekhyun “___!” his voice barely audible crawling towards his room.

Chanyeol entered the room hearing the sound of the water running in the bathroom, he kicked the door open with all his force making you gasp completely terrorised.

“Baekhyun? Who is there?” you called turning the water off.

When Chaneyol heard your voice he fell on his knees holding on his head.

“WHY!? FUCKING WHY!? WHY BAEKHYUN?”

You crouched on the shower floor holding onto the door afraid Chanyeol would enter “Baekhyun! Help!” you screamed.

Baekhyun finally reached his room, he saw Chanyeol at the door of the bathroom on his knees.

“It’s me” he said closing the door of the bathroom behind him, leaving Chanyeol outside in his breakdown stage.

You opened the door of the shower throwing yourself at Baekhyun frightened but he pushed you away and handed you a towel.

“Get dressed and leave”

“B-”

“I said get dressed and leave!” he repeated without looking at you.

When he opened the door Chanyeol was no longer there.

You dried yourself quickly and went outside, your clothes were on the bed and Baekhyun was seated in an armchair adjacent to it, his elbows over his knees and his hands over his head.

“Baekhyun?” you tried touching his cheek but he slapped your hand away.

“Get fucking dressed, I’ll wait outside”

You did as he said but your stomach flipped from the anxiety, he sounded distant. Nasty. This couldn’t be happening.

When you finished getting dressed, he was standing next to the door, his lips quivering, trying to sustain his tears.

“Baekhyun?”

“Goodbye ___”

“What does this mean?”

“I can’t do this, I can’t hurt Chanyeol. I can’t be happy if he isn’t”

“You are leaving me?”

“I am sorry. This should had never have happened”

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A/N: Are you hating Baekhyun? Does he have a point? What about Chanyeol?

Crucial happeneings next part, stay tunned becuase you have no clue where this is heading.

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_^

[astrofireworks]

because it’s been at least a month and i’m still not over what they did in hwarang here’s some angsty eunwoo & fluffy bin 

it’s unfair

it’s the most unfair thing in the entire world and eunwoo doesn’t know what he did to deserve this pain 

he’s been a loyal friend, he’s never done weed, he’s eaten all his vegetables and he’s only argued with his mum once 

o n c e 

he didn’t even tell sanha off when he caught sanha stealing his cereal yesterday 

yet his heart feels like it’s been broken into a million tiny shards and blown away in the breeze like pathetic dead leaves

his hands stab at his phone’s touchscreen, vision blurred, accessing myungjun’s contact number and mj picks up with a very sleepy, “eunwoo? it’s 2am, why are y-”

eunwoo bursts into tears and manages to choke out, “mj hyung, park, swings, now,” and jams his phone into his back pocket before grabbing his coat and shoes

and mj is so confused, but rubs the sleep from his eyes and goes in search for a clean pair of pants

if his best friend needs him then he needs him, no questions asked 

he just hopes it’s worth a 2am, fifteen minute walk to the park (in the dark!!!!) by eunwoo’s apartment

eunwoo tumbles out of his apartment, yanking the door closed behind him, and stumbles blindly to the lift, tears still blurring his vision

he doesn’t understand

how nice people in this world get all the shit 

and all the bigoted people who perpetuate discrimination are the loudest and get their way 

it’s unfair, that’s what it is because no nice person deserves the shit they go through as a result of discrimination

and in under five minutes, eunwoo makes it to the swings in the park, clutching a pack of tissues and his phone 

he wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his coat and hiccups, feeling the ache in his heart more acutely than ever 

he tips his head back as he begins to swing and searches out the stars

too late he realises he left his glasses next to his laptop 

and can’t actually see shit 

(i say this but we all know eunwoo’s vision is like 20/20 lmfao)

IT’S ALRIGHT because he can’t see shit through his tears anyway 

he sniffles lightly and stares up at the sky

(if decent people with kind-hearts and open minds get to look up at the same sky, why don’t they deserve same treatment as everyone else?)

“um, excuse me--”

eunwoo snaps his head down and looks at the shapeless shadow before him before launching himself into mj’s arms and begins to sob heartwrenchingly 

or who he thinks is mj

bin is, to say the least, the most bewildered he’s been all his life 

literally one moment he’s walking home from dance practice and humming along to a btob song and the next 

he comes across a phone strewn on the ground next to a couple of tissue packets 

and being the nice boy he is, decides to return what he found to the owner, who seems to be on the swings 

except the owner 

oh boy

is currently sobbing his heart out in bin’s arms 

a corner of bin’s mind happily notes that this stranger is very beautiful

even when crying 

wait 

what if this is a test like in beauty and the beast 

shut up bin 

bin cautiously tugs the stranger into his arms and hugs him

“are you o--”

but before he can finish his sentence the beautiful stranger bursts again into tears

eunwoo: “I DON’T UNDERSTAND”

bin: “what don’t you und-”

eunwoo: “WHY DO ALL THE NICE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD HAVE TO SUFFER”

bin: (slightly alarmed) “aH”

a small part of bin hopes it means this beautiful stranger is now single

wait wh a t hahahahaha bin w h a t 

eunwoo: “HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO D I E”

and bin is frozen because a broken heart is one thing but a death????? bin is n o t prepared to handle this 

death is a whole new ball game

he’s already pretty bad at comforting someone, jinjin’s told him he has the bedside manner of a rock 

he adjusts his glasses and cautiously pats the angel’s back and begins to regret his next words 

“um,,,, w ho?”

eunwoo: (incomprehensible wailing into bin’s coat)

bin: mumbling “i’m sorry sir i can’t hear u” while rubbing anxious circles into the angel’s back

eunwoo: “H A N S U N G”

wait 

wh a t 

“HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO D I E IT’S NOT EVEN DANSAE’S FAULT IT’S SOCIETY’S FAULT AND-”

to say bin is confused is,,,,,,,,,, an understatement, to say the least 

hansung???

as in 

character-from-popular-drama-that-rocky-watches-religiously-every-week Hansung????

as in acted-by-bin’s-idol-kim-taehyung Hansung????????? 

as in died-in-last-week’s-episode Hansung????

this angel is crying and rambling over hansung??????????????????

????? 

as eunwoo starts sobbing louder about the injustice of it all, bin panickedly rubs the beautiful man’s back 

i mean not that he minds having a beautiful man crying into his arms or anything but 

crying this much over a drama character?? bin’s wondering what he got himself into 

and at this point the stranger straightens up and rubs his eyes, sniffling

bin shuffles on the spot and gently offers him a tissue from the tissue packs he’s clutching 

at least he’s sort of returning him his stuff?

eunwoo: “ah myungjun-hyung, i’m so sorry i called you out for something like this, i just needed someone to hug me,,”

wait 

myungjun-hyung?

bin blinks

and shuffles again

“ah,,,,, i’m not,,, m,,yung,g,jun,,,,,,?”

immediately he sees the man stiffen and blink the tears out of his eyes

and squint slightly at bin 

self-conscious, bin fiddles with his glasses and his coat buttons 

“um”

“i’m sO SORRY ASDFHLKJDHAFKFJ”

“it’s okay, i-”

“I’M S O S O R R Y ASDJLAKJDF I THOUGHT YOU WERE MJ-HYUNG YOU MEAN I WAS CRYING INTO A CUTE GUY’S ARMS THE W H O L E T I M E”

bin:

bin:

bin:

bin’s brain, slight echo in disbelief: “a cute guy?”

wtf

cue bin coughing and adjusting his glasses and blushing, “it’s alright, it’s really alright, i get what you’re feeling, my roommate cried when Hansung died too”

and then slightly alarmed bin just hugs eunwoo again because ?? HE’S NOT GOOD AT THIS COMFORTING THING but mainly because wow this man is very squishy and is indeed nice to hug 

i mean 

psh bin what are u thinking 

and suddenly a loud voice echoes behind them and bin hastily lets go of the man, quietly cursing the voice out in his head

must be this mj-hyung guy

so bin turns around and a very confused, very short man is standing in front of him, with hands in his sweatpants pockets and a puffy coat on 

a smol smol marshmallow

with a killer smile too, he thinks, as mj flashes him a beam strangely reminiscent of jinjin and proceeds to maneuver eunwoo into his arms 

bin’s mind sends a telepathic message out to mj’s mind that he is indeed very lucky to hug this human on a regular basis

ahem

“eunwoo, what’s wrong?” and cue eunwoo blubbering into the marshmallow coat

“ah,” bin tries to supply helpfully, “his um... his favourite character died or something...”

and immediately mj lets go on a teary-eyed eunwoo, who nearly flops over from the loss of support

this man would get along very well with jinjin, bin thinks; jinjin let rocky flop to the ground when he found out rocky was screaming about hansung too 

luckily for angel-man bin is a dancer woohoo and catches him before he falls too far forward 

mj: “you calleD ME OUT HERE AT 2AM IN THE MORNING BECAUSE HANSUNG DIED??????”

rip bin’s eardrums he takes it back this man is way louder than jinjin 

but then angel boy looks up at mj with teary, big, shiny eyes and bin’s heart melts immediately and he feels the marshmallow beside him do the same

“oh alright,,,” the marshmallow grumbles and tugs angel boy back into his arms 

and so bin just stands there awkwardly, clutching his dumb tissue packets and angel boy’s phone until marshmallow pats angel boy on the back and whispers in his ear and they go in a hushed, rapid back and forth until

angel boy peels away from marshmallow 

“ah,,,,,, sir,,,,,,,,,,,,, i’m sorry i cried into your coat, i can make it up to yo-”

and as he stands up bin suddenly realises how tall this angel is and he’s suddenly so grateful his brain decided to catch onto the beauty and the beast idea because while he doesn’t mind being smited by such a beautiful angel he prefers not to be smited at all thank u very much 

and so as the angel tugs his phone out of his hands, bin offers up the tissue packets back to him as well, only for the angel to hand his phone back to bin 

bin: “???????? :---) what”

bin: brain error 404 not found 

eunwoo: “your number?”

bin: brain error 404 not found 

eunwoo: “oh, uh, i’m eunwoo by the way?”

bin: wow eunwoo is su c h a beautiful name how ridiculous it fits him so well wow has he said wow yet wow wow wow brain error 404 not found 

eunwoo: “uh, so i can make this up to you somehow? i kind of need to contact you to do it,,,” and suddenly eunwoo is sort of lost because this cute guy is just kind of staring at him with his mouth hanging slightly open and his glasses slightly askew and w o w he can’t believe he made a fool out of himself in front of this rly f i t man 

maybe he doesn’t want to give eunwoo his number

i mean he literally just cried about hansung into his coat 

eunwoo hesitates and starts to pull his hand back 

but suddenly the cute guy moves and curls his fingers around eunwoo’s wrist to take the phone from him

and eunwoo’s wrist feels like it’s on f i r e this man is so warm and suddenly he’s smiling at eunwoo and handing eunwoo back his phone with his number in it and he looks like such an excited puppy eunwoo’s brain is wiped and his heart wants to melt 

and glancing down at his phone he sees the name “bin” and a note, “later today, right here, 3pm? prepare to talk about hansung.” and eunwoo’s face breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling up 

and as the cute guy nods and tugs his coat tighter around himself and hitches his backpack higher on his back and nods a goodbye to both him and mj eunwoo is smiling 

he’s smiling so hard he feels his cheeks starting to hurt but he doesn’t really care because !!!! he has a date!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

with a cute guy!!!!!

who wants to talk about hansung!!!!!

yells

i love flustered bin and angel eunwo

i love emotional drama-binge-watching astro 

i’m also so so so so soft for hansung don’t touch me 

[jasonbehrs]

i wanna read every word

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never met?” “Uh, do you mean like we’ve-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I’ve-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?” “Ummm, more like I’ve-read-their-poems-and-sure-they’re-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile.” “... That’s oddly specific.”

fandom: kpop, super junior characters: eunhyuk, ryeowook; guest appearances by the rest of sj-m and yesung ship: eunwook genre: romantic comedy themes: alternate endings, strangers to lovers, handwriting, identity reveal setting: college chapter: 1/4 word count: 3.7k

read it below or on ffnet, aff, wattpad

chapter 1: the beginning

A/N (5.31.2021): Back with another Super Junior fanfic! Rom-coms aren't really my thing, so this was such a challenge yet so fun to write. I was inspired by Ryeowook's One and Only music video, the fact that he hand-wrote letters to ELF every single month he was enlisted, the fact that he keeps every letter he’s ever been given even after antis used it as a means of sending him targeted hate. 🥺 He clearly cherishes handwritten things, and he just seems like the kind of person that would find meaning in people's handwriting. Thus this fic was born!

Rating for mild language and suggestive instances. Title comes from You Wrote the Book on Love by the Backstreet Boys. Cover art by me. If you recognise anything, that means I don't own it. This story will have two alternate endings. Updates on Sundays. Many thanks to Amy for being my beta!

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Henry cancels their lunch plans at the last minute, which is just fine by him. Ryeowook is in no position to turn down an impromptu opportunity to study, not with a quiz tomorrow for which he is woefully underprepared. He just grabs a to-go wrap from the dining hall and heads for his next class's building. If he recalled correctly, the room that held his noon lecture should be empty right now.

He's right. He happily climbs up to the rear right quadrant of the lecture hall, beelining for what he considers his seat. He is, after all, a devout practitioner of the same seats code of conduct.

He pushes aside the loosely crumpled up piece of paper right on the desk, probably left there by the previous student, and lets himself get lost in his notes from two Evolution of Diet lectures ago.

It isn't until someone takes their seat a few chairs down from him that Ryeowook realised just how much time passed by. He checks his watch then eyes the crumbled pieces of paper around his notebook, casualties from previous attempts to create a study guide. The professor is due to start the class at any minute, so he hurriedly stuffs the paper into his backpack for later recycling.

Unfortunately, Ryeowook does that a lot.

Later, he finds himself sat by his apartment's recycling bin, opening up the backlog of miscellaneous papers one by one to ensure there's nothing he needs from them before throwing them out. They're just the standard class handouts, old notes, whatever.

That is, until he unfolds a page to be greeted with words that are not his own in handwriting that is definitely not his.

I'm thinking of you more today I wonder how tomorrow morning will be Will I miss you more than I do today?

Um, what?!

Ryeowook frantically looks through the remaining pieces of paper in his bag, trying to find anything else like it, but he comes up with nothing.

His mind goes into overdrive, trying to think of a logical explanation for why such a romantic note is in his bookbag, but his traitorously hopeless mind keeps coming back to one conclusion: he has a secret admirer.

"What'cha got there?" his flatmate, Mi, asks when he comes out of his room to find Ryeowook intensely staring at a wrinkled piece of paper while sitting on his haunches by the recycling bin.

Ryeowook falls back on his butt in surprise. "N-Nothing!"

Mi, the pleasant-to-a-fault person he is, gives a winsome smile despite the obvious lie—"If you say so."—before continuing to the kitchen to make a snack.

Ryeowook hastily stuffs the note into his pocket and zips up his backpack. He'll resume this ritual next time his bag is stuffed to the brim. For now, he has other things to focus on. His study guide for tomorrow's quiz is still only half-finished, after all.

Unfortunately, the allure of a secret admirer only lasts for two more days.

When he shows up for his next noon lecture, he sees another crumpled up note by his seat, and he distantly remembers how he found one just like it the last time he had this class. In a valiant attempt to listen to his professor, he manages to ignore it for all of seven minutes before he couldn't fight his curiosity anymore.

It is with bittersweet disappointment that he recognises the handwriting before him.

Take your beautiful smile with you Don't leave it here You saw me with tears in my eyes

The words written on the page thoroughly crush the idea that the poem he memorised before was intended for him—what kind of secret admirer writes a break-up poem for the person they admire to find?—but he lets it go as quickly as the idea originally came to him.

Without the thrill of secrecy overpowering his judgement, Ryeowook has only fondness. Whoever this person is, their work is good, and they've got endearing handwriting to boot.

He feels a little bit shady when he slips the paper into his binder so that he can unite it with its distant cousin back home, but he firmly squashes that feeling down. Whoever left this behind won't be missing it.

When he does it again five days later, and again the next time after that, and keeps doing it every time he sees the tell-tale crumpled paper on his desk, he just accepts that he has suspicious tendencies and maybe a crush.

~If I ain't got you, my kiss is just needless extravagance.~

When Yesung finally arrives at the cafeteria, he's bickering with someone Ryeowook has never met. He watches curiously as the pair approaches where he is sitting. Yesung looks really annoyed, but the new person has a gummy smile painted wide across his face.

"Can you leave now? I'm meeting up with my friends for lunch." Yesung gestures impatiently towards Ryeowook, but the newcomer seats himself. "Cool, what are we having?"

"Who are you?" Ryeowook asks plainly and without formality, having no problem helping his hyung get rid of someone that's clearly bothering him.

The stranger merely offers a charming grin and a friendly hand in response. "Nice to meet you, my name is Hyukjae. Frankly, I'm a rap genius," he introduces with absolutely no shame.

Yesung facepalms.

Ryeowook laughs in his face, high and bright, thoroughly unimpressed with the newcomer's boldness. Hyukjae smoothly retracts his hand, but the grin doesn't waver.

Neither does his determination to stay.

"Who's the new guy," Kyuhyun asks without interest as he seats himself at the table with his food. Mi and Henry are not far behind.

"A nuisance," Yesung complains as he rubs his fingers into his temples.

"Oooohh! We have a new friend?" Mi asks excitedly.

"I'm guessing Yesung brought him?" Henry asks as he bites into his food.

"He followed me like a stray, and now he's at this table begging for scraps."

"Hey, I resent that analogy," Hyukjae speaks up for the first time since the whole friend group gathered. "I thought our friendship was a little more symbiotic than that. You're the whale, and I'm the little fish that's suctioned onto you for dear life."

"I gain nothing from this friendship," Yesung maintains.

"Did you know those fish don't hang on by their mouths but by a separate suction cup organ on their stomachs?" Henry says to the blank, weirded-out, or surprised faces of his friends. "Like, you think it would be their mouths, but no it's a whole other special thing."

"Oh, so that's what you're doing when you're too busy to text back?" Ryeowook snarks. "Watching marine biology documentaries?"

Henry shrugs. "It's just something I know."

"Speaking of, how do you guys know each other?" Mi directs the conversation back to Hyukjae and Yesung.

"He TA'ed for my Vocal Performance class last year—ah, I'm a dance major, but I'm gonna declare a performing arts minor," Hyukjae adds as an aside, "Anyway, he was the only one who held office hours when I was free, so we saw a lot of each other back then. We've been best friends ever since." Hyukjae ends with an arm slung around Yesung's shoulder and a cheesy grin.

"I thought I'm your best friend," Kyuhyun whines.

Yesung shrugs Hyukjae's arm off. "We crossed paths on my way here, then he just invited himself along after I told him I had plans. We're barely friends," he clarifies with a glare at Hyukjae. The other pouts exaggeratedly, and Yesung rolls his eyes before turning his glare onto Kyuhyun. "And if anyone at this table would be my best friend, it would be Wookie."

"If I had a best friend at this table, it would also be Wookie," Henry adds just to annoy Kyuhyun.

"I guess you're the person to know, huh?" Hyukjae directs to Ryeowook with a grin. "Good thing I'm already on his good side," he comments offhandedly as he takes a sip of his drink.

Ryeowook snorts. "Since when were you on my good side?"

"I made him laugh earlier before you guys all got here," Hyukjae explains to the rest of the table. Mi gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

"I was laughing at you."

"The ego perceives no difference," Hyukjae assures.

Ryeowook stares at him incredulously, but he can feel the amused smile that pulls at his lips without his command. Hyukjae shoots him finger guns in response, and Ryeowook just shakes his head and takes a bite of his food.

"So now that we've established a hierarchy, what are y'all's names?" Hyukjae asks brightly.

~Out of the plain people who will be forgotten in a matter of seconds, I know you're different.~

Between Mi's hospitality mode that he can't ever seem to shut off and Ryeowook's nutrition courses that totally upped his cooking game, their apartment is the de facto hangout spot for their friend circle.

Just because they're together doesn't mean they're doing the same thing, however, another de facto manifestation of their friendship. They're all eating the meal that Ryeowook prepared for dinner, but Yesung, Mi, and Henry are watching a movie (well, Henry's on his phone, but he's on the couch with them and sometimes glances up, which is basically the same thing) while Kyuhyun and Ryeowook are doing homework at the kitchen table.

At least, Kyuhyun is. "What are you even working on?" he asks after observing Ryeowook 'work' for the past few minutes.

Ryeowook hastily shuts his notebook shut. "Nothing!"

"It's probably not nothing," Henry remarks without looking up from his phone.

"It's probably related to why he was reading homework next to the recycling bin last week," Mi offers in a vastly misguided attempt to be helpful.

"What does that even mean," Yesung deadpans.

Ryeowook is too busy trying to fend off Kyuhyun's annoyingly persistent hands from getting access to his notebook to respond to the conversation at the other end of the apartment. "Why are you so long!" he wails.

Mi sighs and gets up from the couch, easily swiping the notebook from Ryeowook's grip but refusing to hand it to Kyuhyun.

"But Ryeowook-hyung is keeping secrets!" Kyuhyun complains.

"Ryeowook is allowed to keep secrets," Mi explains like an underpaid teacher.

"Not in this friend group, he isn't." Yesung paused the movie when Mi got up from the couch, and now he's figuratively and physically siding with Kyuhyun.

Finding the antics of his friends more interesting than whatever was on his phone, Henry gets up to join them. "Might as well tell us now," he says to Ryeowook while leaning an elbow on the older's shoulder which Ryeowook promptly shrugs off.

He looks around to his friends looking at him with various levels of interest and expectation, and he sighs in defeat. "Have you ever fallen in love with someone you've never met?"

"Uh, do you mean like we've-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I've-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?" Henry clarifies.

"Ummm, more like I've-read-their-poems-and-sure-they're-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile."

"... That's oddly specific," Kyuhyun breaks the silence.

Ryeowook flounders for a second, debating with himself if he's ready to go this far, then decides screw it and hurries into his room and back out to his friends with a book. "See for yourself," he says as he lays the book on the table.

"They just kept appearing, so I kept reading them, then I started saving them, and now I'm, sorta, crushing on whoever this person is," he narrates as the others flip through what turns out to be a scrapbook—a literal scrapbook for the scraps of paper he finds, with dates and a little passage next to each paper entry of his first impressions of the work.

"The words themselves can be so romantic or witty or silly, but there's just something about the handwriting," he effuses. "I look at the way the words slant and how the letters bleed into each other, and… I don't know. It makes me feel like I know this person, whoever they are."

"I don't know which is more pathetic: the fact that you managed to fall in love with handwriting or the fact that you're interpreting actual Korean out of this chicken scratch."

Mi ignores Henry's comment. "And this notebook is…?" He holds up the book he had pilfered from Ryeowook. The latter looks up, to the side, to the TV, anywhere to avoid looking at his friends when he confesses, "My attempts at answering them back through poetry."

Yesung snorts. "What do you know about poetry?"

"Nothing," Ryeowook pouts as he stomps, "which is why I would like my notebook back, please, before meaner eyes than yours look through it." He directs the last half of his thought to Mi, who nods understandingly and returns the book to him. Ryeowook clutches the book to his chest protectively.

"What if the writer turned out to be a guy?" Henry asks when he looks up from perusing the scrapbook. Ryeowook shrugs his shoulders sheepishly. "That wouldn't necessarily be a problem." Henry raises his eyebrows in interest. "Noted."

"What if the writer turned out to have a significant other already?" Mi points out. Ryeowook twists his mouth in a moue as he thinks. "That would suck," he says at last, "but I could at the very least tell him his work is good. If the scraps are his throwaways like I suspect they are, then what would the stuff he was actually proud of look like, you know? And if we meet, maybe we might even become friends."

"So what I'm hearing is that you're hoping it's a guy," Kyuhyun observes as he reaches for the communal bowl of shrimp congee that Ryeowook cooked for dinner, having lost interest in the whole ordeal once Ryeowook willingly offered them information.

In retaliation, Ryeowook stomps over and swipes it away before carefully pouring the last of it in Henry's bowl, steadfastly ignoring Kyuhyun's protests and the blush on his own cheeks.

~You'll be able to befriend scary things after all. I'll show off how I can blow away the loneliness.~

Ryeowook's literally minding his own business in the student union when Yesung and Hyukjae stroll up to his table. "Stored any more love notes, Wookie?" Yesung asks apropos of nothing when he sits himself down.

"Hit a B5 yet, Yesung?" Ryeowook fires back. Yesung moves to hit him, but Ryeowook's too fast and Yesung loves him too much.

"What's this about love notes?"

Ryeowook glares at Yesung, who snickers and leaves him to fend for himself. "They're not love notes," he eventually explains to Hyukjae. "They're poems, mostly about love and most likely aimed at a different person."

"And then he projects and makes believe the person is him," Yesung pipes up.

"Why did you wake up today and decide that it's my turn to get bullied?"

Hyukjae lays a hand on Ryeowook's shoulder and sends him a conspiratorial wink when the other looks his way. "Nothing wrong with being a romantic. What's the point of art if you don't draw from it what you can?"

Ryeowook considers him. "I like that. I'm stealing that."

"For what, your 'poetry'?" Yesung snorts, but the others ignore him. For his part, Hyukjae just frowns and sighs. "I'm glad someone at this school thinks I'm creative. My prof completely slammed my latest free prose assignment."

Ryeowook exaggeratedly pouts. "Poor baby."

Hyukjae looks at him, betrayed. "I thought, out of everyone at this table, you'd be the one to show me some sympathy."

"Blame Yesung. He put me in a bad mood, and misery loves company."

~Those disgusted eyes at this scale are not enough to enrage me. As long as there is silence, you will fight amongst yourselves.~

To the surprise of no one, Kyuhyun is the one to figure out a plan first.

"If Ryeowook's class is at noon, and there's no class immediately before his, it's gotta be the 8am class, right? So to find Poem Person, we just have to figure out what class meets in…" He looks to Ryeowook. "Bomnal 235," Ryeowook supplies. "Bomnal 235 on Mondays and Thursdays at 8am, and then—"

"Songwriting?" a new voice says.

"Don't you have other friends?!" complains Yesung as Hyukjae settles into their booth at the pizza parlour.

"He doesn't mean it. We like having you around," Mi assures Hyukjae as he passes him a menu.

"Speak for yourself," Yesung grumbles.

"Can we get back on track here?" Ryeowook cuts above the chatter. "Kyuhyun was about to solve the greatest mystery of my young adult life!"

"And what does the junior songwriting class have to do with that?" Hyukjae interjects.

"What do you mean?" Henry asks.

"Uh, you guys were talking about Bomnal 235 on Mondays and Thursdays at 8am? That's the junior songwriting class."

Ryeowook sits up straighter in his seat. Those aren't poems he's been finding. They're song lyrics.

"Okay so step 1 is down, what's step 2?" Henry asks Kyuhyun.

"Step 2 for what?"

"To stop Ryeowook from pining pathetically after someone he doesn't know," Yesung says.

"I know plenty about him!" Ryeowook defends.

"The gender is actually not confirmed," Mi offers to Hyukjae as an aside.

"And notice how Ryeowook doesn't dispute the 'pathetically pining' part," Kyuhyun adds on.

"Oh my god, stop talking," Ryeowook cuts in. "Let me explain," he offers to Hyukjae.

"Please."

"It's not even that big of a deal. I just have a bit of a crush on someone in the class."

"Because of the love notes," Hyukjae recalls from the conversation several days ago.

"They're poems!" Ryeowook defends on instinct. He stops and reconsiders. "Well, based on what you said, they're probably song lyrics, but yes."

Hyukjae nods. "So Step 2 was going to be…" He looks to Kyuhyun.

"Well, we'd probably have to procure a roster somehow, then we'd spend the rest of the semester staging elaborate situations to get Ryeowook to interact with these people, and hopefully Ryeowook would hate all of them enough to give up on this useless pining and give us back our hang-out times to talk about real things like my gaming tournament at the end of the month."

Henry howls with laughter, and Ryeowook gawks. "That was your plan?!" Kyuhyun puts his arms out in a what-do-you-want-from-me gesture.

"I think I have a better one," Hyukjae pipes up.

"You have a plan?" Yesung asks, a strong note of skepticism in his voice.

Hyukjae slowly meets the eyes of everyone at the table, letting the tension build just a little bit, then drops the bomb. "I'm in that class. I probably know whoever leaves you the notes."

He loves the quick and scattered intakes of breath, but the slowly growing hope on Ryeowook's face is what makes him smile. He makes a come-on gesture with his hands. "Tell me what you know."

The others groan or roll their eyes, having heard some or all of the upcoming discussion over the past few weeks. Even Mi has to politely direct his attention to his phone to avoid letting his tiredness show on his face.

Ryeowook ignores them all. "He's very detail-oriented, but he's usually focused on the next thing to work on or whatever's lingering in the future. He's so friendly—he feels all of his emotions intensely, really—and he's ruled by that more than he probably wants to be. He can be impulsive at times, but his heart is always in the right place." He ends with his chin in his palm and a sigh.

Hyukjae allows himself a moment to fully take in Ryeowook's passionate yet ultimately meaningless description. "Um, that's great, but… don't you know his name? Or appearance? Something a little more tangible for me to work with."

"The gender is still unconfirmed," Mi reminds him.

"I would recognise—" Ryewook cuts his eyes at Mi, who shrugs, "their handwriting anywhere, but something tells me that'll be as unhelpful as anything else I've said tonight."

"'I know plenty about him,'" Yesung mocks as he plays with his pizza.

Hyukjae whistles low and shakes his head. "That makes my job a little harder," he admits.

"You don't have a job," Ryeowook hurries to assure. "You don't have to help me."

"Aish, let him help you," Kyuhyun gripes. "The sooner you meet this guy, the faster you can get over him."

"The gender—" "If you say, 'The gender is unconfirmed' one more time, I'm gonna make your gender unconfirmed."

Mi blinks then just smiles at Henry, who throws himself back into his chair in exasperation.

Hyukjae slowly turns his attention away from the pair and back to Ryeowook. "I'll find a way to help, no problem," he confirms with a smile.

It's not the brightest Ryeowook has seen from the other, but it's genuine and directed at him. For now, he returns the smile with a slight blush on his cheeks and immediately prompts Kyuhyun to talk about his impending tournament.

Later, when he'll think of Hyukjae, the sight of him framed by the unflattering pizzeria decor and selflessly agreeing to a favour will be the image his brain supplies for reference.

~Sometimes what cannot be seen gives birth to unspoken understanding.~

[astrofireworks]

i raise u librarian!eunwoo 

so our resident nerd works in a library 

he’s the front librarian so he’s mostly in charge of administration and stuff at the front desk

meaning he has to deal with library patrons sometimes 

and that he also has to deal with his team 

i mean his team isn’t that bad, they’re mostly hella responsible 

namjoon works in the classics department and other than the fact that he sometimes knocks over stacks of books he’s a great right hand man

wonwoo works with the ya books and he’s a wonder at organising and snarking at namjoon

joshua works in the foreign language and he’s pretty quiet but so is eunwoo so they get along pretty well 

the children’s department, however, is a different story 

remember how his team is ~mostly~ responsible 

cue the children librarian 

hello kim myungjun

the noisiest bean eunwoo has ever met 

the worst thing is that myungjun’s intern eQUALLY NOISY AND IT DRIVES EUNWOO INSANE 

and by driving eunwoo insane he means that naturally all three of them best friends and eunwoo is in despair because he only wanted peace and quiet in his life but the universe decided to throw him mj and sanha and their sunshine smiles and their strange ways of worming themselves into everyone’s hearts and now he has to live with eternal screeching 

reference librarian leo constantly wants to murder them because they make sO MUCH NOISE but mj and sanha lock themselves in the children’s department and refuse to let anyone taller than sanha in because “if ur too tall u might scare the children!!!!” because they’re Actual Children, eunwoo swears 

he doesn’t fail to noticethe only person taller than sanha in this damn library is leo

when eunwoo whines about the feud going on namjoon just pats him on the shoulder and lopes off to join the self-help literature department librarian jin 

@ namjoon “thanks a lot hyung”

and so this is how eunwoo spends his days, juggling front desk duties and running interference between reference and children’s and shushing noisy library patrons

it’s a pretty normal job with a great team and at least it’s never boring

thanks a lot mj

like that time mj had to choose a book to read to the kids at Reading Time but couldn’t choose between two favourites and nearly broke down in tears 

but wonwoo just smacked him upside the head and handed him a third book 

crisis averted phew

until of course one day 

a short blonde man runs into the library and nearly doubles over panting and wheezing 

cue an alarmed eunwoo 

but it turns out there’s nothing wrONG he just needs like books like STAT 

eunwoo can do that 

and as jinjin rattles off a couple book names eunwoo searches them up and pages for mj 

why a grown-ass man is searching for so many children’s books with sUCH URGENCY eunwoo will probably never find out

but out comes mj and in they go to the children’s section 

and normally eunwoo turns back to his administrative duties 

but there’s still a shadow beside his administration desk 

that isn’t in a jinjin shape 

eunwoo looks up and blinks

and blinks again because sorry what is this man doing here

he’s dressed in all black and in a leather jacket and has the fiercest, grumpiest look on his face 

and is also holding a whole stack of children’s books

eunwoo blinks again 

what the hell is up with grown-ass men trying to find children’s books are they alright

this one is significantly less out of breath than the first man though so eunwoo just shrugs

i mean, he’s pretty cute

he accepts the books and library ID from the grumpy man and begins slowly checking them out, scanning each bar code and meticulously stamping the due date on the card at the back of the book

as he’s printing the receipt he peers at the man’s ID

‘moon bin’ it reads 

“so,,,, moon bin,,,,,” eunwoo starts carefully, 

“a big fan of children’s literature?”

and bin is startled and flushes red because??? there’s a reason why?????? he didn’t open his mouth???????? in the first place???????

and that reason is a dare by a lil shit currently sniggering outside the library 

jokes on you rocky because reason number 2 why bin doesn’t want to open his mouth is because he’s met literally The Most Beautiful man he has ever seen in his entire life 

it’s not as if he’s never been in the library before because like he hAs 

he lied he’s never been in this library before

just that he’s never seen this librarian before

in the softest blue sweater bin has ever seen with small sweater paws

and with the most adorable pair of thin metal-frame round glasses 

with the sweetest eye smile and the sweetest voice

bin thinks he might throw up

this man is beautiful and he’s staring too much 

“,,,,moon bin?”

“aH YES IT ME YES THAT’S ME YES” 

obvs he’s forgotten the question so eunwoo has to repeat it and bin is to embarrassed to reply right away

so he just stammers out a “yEah,,, my uh,,, friend,,,,,,,, yes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, children’s literature yes”

and so eunwoo just shrugs because

the grumpy man is suddenly no longer like a grumpy cat when he’s embarrassed and?? his voice is kinda cute actually if eunwoo does say so himself

forget that he didn’t actually answer eunwoo’s question 

eunwoo doesn’t actually want to give this cute grumpy man back his books because it means he has to leave

but alas that blonde man is back with the noisy nuisance aka eunwoo’s best friend 

and sunshine boy mj is hitting it off with the blonde man and they’re whispering excitedly while giraffe sanha trails behind them like a lost puppy

eunwoo makes a mental note to remind mj sanha’s not his personal puppy and is in the library interning to acTUALLY LEARN SOMETHING 

and so he has to reluctantly hand bin’s books over 

as he scans jinjin’s books he overhears whispers between jinjin and mj 

mj: “ah so this is a dare? to see how many books you can borrow that start with your name??”

jinjin: “nah it just has to contain a word from my name?? and like we gotta see who has more books so i’m kinda lucky i got three words to work with, 박, 진 AND 우” 

eunwoo peers at the books in his stack

he’s right lmao all of jinjin’s books have all the words 박, 진 or 우

wait 

he peers at the check out history on his computer 

bin’s books all had 빈 or 문

oh

oH

mj: “well,, i hope u win, jinjin”

cue mj’s most blinding sunshine smile 

rip jinjin eunwoo’s so sorry he has to experience that smile 

mj only pulls it out when he’s trying to impress someone but it’s probably just blinding him

and jinjin looks appropriately dazed rip

he mutters a thank u and red-faced, takes the books from eunwoo and makes a bee-line for the door

and nearly crashes into the glass door because 1) he’s a klutz 2) i highly doubt he could see straight after that cute ass smile

and mj just sighs because “wow eunwoo wasn’t he adorable did you see his dimples i swear that was the cutest gu-”

“hyung lmao he lost”

“whAT”

“yeah his friend got like 2 more books”

“WHAT”

“yeah moon bin got like 10″

“W H A T”

helpful sanha: “we cleared the place of all the books with 박, 진 and 우 though”

“shit hyung please tell me you didn’t tear apart the children’s department”

“.,.,.,.,.”

“sanha,,,,,, please tell m-”

sanha: “i gotTA GO SUDDENLY”

“kim mYUNGJ U N CLEAN UP THE DEPARTMENT OR I SWEAR TO GOD”

rip mj 

he’s so lucky eunwoo loves him

namjoon just sniggers at him from the philosophy books because he’s a lil shit like that

eunwoo drops his head in his hands in despair

at least he got to meet a cute guy today though 

and so life goes on 

until the next day when a smol smol boy wearing a soft plaid shirt walks through the door 

eunwoo flashes a smile 

and then his eyes zero in on the books the boy is carrying

like half their children literature titles his library carries are in his arms

eunwoo narrows his eyes 

so this is the guy that made the dare 

rocky places his books on the counter and looks up at the librarian

woah

bin wasn’t lying when he came out of the library flushed red and stammering about an angel 

yeah this librarian is honestly one of the most handsome men he has ever met wow 

but said librarian is also giving him a death glare oops 

rip rocky

how can a greek statue look so menacing rocky isn’t quite sure 

he hurriedly produces a piece of paper from his pocket 

“ah,,,, so u met jinjin hyung and bin hyung,,,,”

eunwoo shifts the books from the counter to beside his computer

and doesn’t say a word 

“ahhh,,,,,, bin hyung also asked me to hand you this”

actually bin didn’t but rocky figures he doesn’t want to get on the librarian’s bad side i mean we all know what happens when u get on the bad side of an angel 

u die 

rocky doesn’t want to die so young

he scribbles down bin’s number on the piece of paper and hands it to a confused eunwoo before dashing out of the library

eunwoo slides his glasses further up his nose and peers at it

around the stack of books behind him namjoon and wonwoo also peer excitedly 

and eunwoo does that cute mouth-stretchy thing

you know the one i’m talking about the happy yawn laughing thing 

because he’s!! so!!!! excited!!!!!!!!!

a cute guy gave him his number!!!! 

i mean by proxy but still

outside rocky is endlessly relieved bc it looks like he can live another day 

until he remembers he gotta explain to bin why a random number will be texting him 

oops 

but when he tells bin this at dinner bin doesn’t react

which is kind of alarming

all bin does is freeze up and stop chewing and fall out of his chair 

which i guess is kind of alarming 

cue incomprehensible wailing through a mouthful of food

which i guess is more alarming 

rocky never expected that high a note come out of his hyung’s mouth especially not with that amount of food stuffed in his cheeks 

he lowkey wants to poke it to see how much is in there but jinjin gets there first

“bin ur mouth might explode”

“mouths don’t explode that easily” (through that mouthful of rice)

but then he starts wailing again because soft sweater paws round glasses eye smile angel has his number and might text him any time and his brain cANNOT HANDLE THAT

but by the time jinjin and him get bin off the floor and back onto his chair bin’s phone pings

because mj and sanha have gotten hold of the piece of paper rocky left eunwoo and have spent half the day endlessly into crafting The Perfect Message 

they even got jin and namjoon to vet it for them that’s how serious they are about setting eunwoo up 

and just to shut the terror twins up eunwoo agrees to send it because hell he doesn’t know if bin might reply anyway and asdjfhlkj he still lowkey can’t believe bin gave him his number

although he’s right in not believing it anyway bc it was rocky who did it but 

he sends it

cue more incomprehensible wailing from bin and him falling off his chair again with a mouth full of rice 

because when rocky picks up bin’s phone and reads the text all it says is 

“coffee tomorrow at 4? - librarian, cha eunwoo”

okay rocky admits he squealed a bit too

it’s okay rocky so did i

death by binu isn’t that bad a way to go i gUESS