#Kang Brian fluff

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pairing: kang younghyun x f!reader genre: arranged marriage, (one-sided) enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, romance wc: 12.6k synopsis: marriage was never part of your plan— especially not to brian kang, a man as composed and unreadable as he is infuriating. used to calling the shots in your own life, you struggle to adapt to sharing a home, a name, and a future with someone the complete opposite of you. but as bickering turns into something dangerously close to understanding, you realise there’s one thing you hadn’t accounted for in this arrangement: falling for the husband you never wanted in the first place.

You should have known your parents had an agenda the day you were introduced to Kang Younghyun and his family.

You had brushed it off as just that; exchanging pleasantries at galas were second nature to you, and just like the countless other families you had been introduced to that evening, you knew that the Kangs would be nothing more than another name in a long, forgettable list.

Even when you were handed his card, the words Brian Kang, Vice-Chairman embossed on matte cardstock, you had thought nothing of it, the small, unassuming rectangle quickly making home in your purse where you would eventually forget about it for months.

And forget about it, you do, until tonight, almost a year after you first met Younghyun— or rather, Brian. You weren’t sure how to address him seeing as you never really had an actual reason to do so, so you settle for a tight-lipped smile as both his and your parents engage in conversation. You get a polite, dimpled one in return.

It is only when both of your families are settled in your seats, waiting for your first course to be served do you hear his voice for the first time that night. It’s the same as you last remember it— soft, gentle, and far too measured, as if every word is carefully curated to be agreeable.

And that’s when you remember why you hate Brian Kang.

Because no one is ever truly that nice— especially not people like you. The wealthy don’t do kindness without motive, and people only often act that way when they want something— your approval, a favour, or, God forbid, your hand in marriage.

And just as you take a sip of your wine, your mother clears her throat.

“It’s a wonder how Younghyun is stil single at his age, isn’t it?”

The comment is offhanded, but it still sends a wave of uneasiness down your spine. You know how your mother is— she’s the reason why you’re so wary of people like Brian to begin with. Because everything you assume about him? She’s already proven herself true.

Mr. Kang hums in agreement. “A man like him— steady, responsible. Any girl would be lucky to have him.”

The old man glances at you as he utters the last few words, and your grip tightens around your glass. Whatever it is that’s about to come next, you know you’re not going to like it.

“That’s why we’ve been thinking…” Now, it’s your father’s turn to speak. “It’s time you start considering a more suitable future for yourself. We’ve talked it over, and we believe Younghyun is the right match for you.”

A beat of silence passes by, as though everybody is waiting for you to react first. You even feel Brian’s steady gaze on you, and that’s when you realise— he knew. That asshole knew.

You don’t stop the chuckle that escapes your lips before it escalates into full-blown laughter, and if not for the tears in your eyes, you would’ve caught the awkward glances being exchanged across the table.

“Honey-“

“You-“ your voice comes off as hoarse. “You want me to marry him?”

“It’s a good match.” Your mother takes a bite of her steak, completely unfazed and completely dismissive of your slow descend into insanity.

“For who? For me? Or for your business connections?” You snap.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” your father cuts in, unimpressed.

You scoff, turning to him. “I’m dramatic? You’re literally selling me off in the middle of dinner and I’m dramatic?”

Your mother sighs, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a linen napkin. “Sweetheart, let’s be honest. You were never going to make a sensible choice on your own. We’re doing you a favour.”

Your stomach twists. You know what she’s hinting at. “Excuse me?”

“You’re wasting your time on a boy who barely has enough to pay for his own dinner, let alone yours. How do you expect us to trust your judgement?”

Of course. Of course, they’d bring up Wooshik. Your parents never took a liking to your boyfriend since you introduced him to them two years ago, and while that was an issue you’ve been putting off for a while now, always convincing yourself you’d cross that bridge when you got to it, you just never expected for it to catch up to you so soon.

Then again, you should have known. Your parents always play the long game.

You shake your head, your chair screeching against the marble tiles as you stand up. “You know what? I’m done.” You spare Brian a glare as you do so, the man infuriatingly calm as he watches the entire ordeal unfold ike he’s in a board meeting.

Oh, you hate him.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Your father calls out to you, his voice sharp.

You don’t bother to reply as your storm out of the dining hall, hailing down the first cab you see the moment you exit the country club. There’s only one person you want to see right now, one person who could make sense of this insanity. The one person who, despite what your parents think, chose you for you.

You arrive at Wooshik’s apartment in twelve minutes, your knuckles rapping loudly on his door. In hindsight, you should have given him a call first, knowing that he’s probably already asleep at this time, but in your frazzled state it seems that all sense has left you completely.

The door finally swings open after what feels like forever, but you’re met with someone who isn’t your boyfriend.

“Yes?” The girl greets you with an unimpressed stare. For a moment, you think you’re at the wrong apartment, until your gaze flickers to the number plate above the doorbell. Not that you even needed to; you’ve been here probably a thousand times. There’s no way you’d mistake your own boyfriend’s place, no matter how distressed.

And for the second time that night, your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, only for it to shred itself into little pieces when Wooshik appears, shirtless, eyes widening when they land on you.

“Baby-“

“Who is this?” You ask lowly, shakily, because even despite everything, you still have an inkling of hope that maybe, this is all just a huge misunderstanding. There’s no way that Kim Wooshik, your boyfriend of four whole years, would cheat on you, right?

But he only stays silent, and that was all you needed to hear.

Your heart pounds in your ribs, each beat louder than the last, but Wooshik still says nothing. He doesn’t deny it, doesn’t push past the girl in his doorway to get to you. He just… stands there.

And that’s when you realise— he’s not speechless because he’s guilty. He’s speechless because he doesn’t care.

“Oh, wow,” the girl hums, arms crossing over her chest as her eyes twinkles in amusement. “Took you this long to figure it out, huh?”

You turn to her slowly, fists clenched at your sides. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, c’mon,” she pauses to laugh, gesturing lazily to your boyfriend— if you could even call him that. “Look at him! What other reason could there be for someone like him to go for someone like you?” 

When you don’t answer, she raises her hands, rubbing her middle finger against her thumb. As though you needed a reminder— tonight, of all nights— the only thing people truly cared about.

Money.

And it was a good thing you had loads of those too, because being broke sure as hell wouldn’t be able to get you out of what you did next.

You punched her.

You don’t register it until it happens, the loud crack that echoes in the hallway— your knuckles, her nose, you’re not entirely sure which. One thing for sure, you’re seeing red.

She stumbles back with a shriek, but you’re already turning to Wooshik.

“You bastard.”

Your fist collides with his jaw before he could even stammer out an excuse, and his back hits the door behind him upon impact.

“Are you insane?!” He yells, cupping his bruising cheek as he pants.

Maybe. But right now, you don’t care. Even when you feel the stinging of your scalp as the girl fists your hair and yanks you backwards, you recover fast, and you think it’s the pent-up rage from before that spurs you to continue, disregarding your broken nails as you claw blindly and ignoring the contents of your clutch spilling onto the floor as you use it as a makeshift weapon.

“Stop! Stop it- people are looking!“ Wooshik hisses as he grabs you from behind, pulling you away from his mistress. You yank yourself free, whipping your neck to look at him.

“Oh, now you want to care what people think?” You laugh sharply, ignoring the curious eyes of his neighbours as they watch through the cracks of their half-open doors.

Before he could reply, you’re interrupted by the sound of sirens.

Loud. Distinct. And definitely getting closer.

And as the red and blue lights spill through the corridors, it finally registers.

You’re screwed.

The police station is desolate at this time of night, and if it weren’t for the position you were in, you could even say that it’s peaceful.

You’re seated across an officer— Officer Jung, as the placard on his table suggests— who’s flipping through his notes.

“So, wanna tell us what happened?”

You don’t answer, exhaling sharply through your nose— this wasn’t how you imagined your night to end.

“Seeing as there are no serious injuries, we could let you off with a warning and fine. But, if Mr. Kim and Ms. Shin decide to press charges, well, you might have to deal with a court date at a later time. If you tell us what happened, we could help you— make things easier, at least.”

You scoff humourlessly as you keep your gaze on your lap— your bloodied fingers fiddling with your clutch you miraculously still have with you. It’s bent out of shape and not even able to lock properly anymore, leaving you to notice that some of your items are probably still left on the floor outside Wooshik’s apartment.

And then, you notice it— a familiar sleek, black card, hidden away in a tiny pocket on the wall of your purse.

You haven’t used this bag in a while— it’s been almost a year, you believe, but you instantly know to whom that card belongs.

You look at Officer Jung. “I want to make a phone call.”

He looks taken aback at your sudden request, but quickly recovers. “You’ll get your phone call, but talking now could make things easier for you, if you’d just cooperate, Miss.”

You don’t reply, and the officer sighs.

“Fine. One call.”

He pushes the telephone on his table towards you, and you pick up the receiver while you take out the namecard with your other hand. The phone rings thrice before he picks up.

“Brian Kang speaking.”

“I need you to come pick me up.”

A pause.

“Where are you?”

“Gangnam Police Station.”

Thirty minutes later, you hear his voice again, this time in person. Brian is speaking to the officer at the front desk before he’s handed something to sign, and soon he’s directed to where you’re seated at the waiting area.

You turn away, suddenly feeling conscious of your appearance. You’re sure your mascara is smudged and your hair is a hot mess, and while you really couldn’t care less of what anybody thinks of you— much less Brian— you figure there’s only so much humiliation you could take in one night.

“Ready to go?”

You peer at him through your eyelashes, the man only looking back at you patiently like you’re not at a police station and he isn’t here to bail you out. Brian Kang, with his hair styled to perfection and his black tie still in a neat Windsor knot despite it being close to midnight. The only indication that he’s even been through a day is his blazer being unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but even then, he still manages to look presentable.

Oh, how infuriating. You hate him.

You don’t say anything, standing up and smoothing out your dress in the process. Not like it did much, whatsoever.

“Oh, wow. And who’s this?” A voice sounds from the other side of the room, and you turn to see that it’s Wooshik, a lazy smirk on his lips despite the bruise blooming on his jaw. “Guess I’m not the only one who’s been unfaithful, huh?”

Your blood boils. “You-“

You want to lunge towards him, but a firm grip around your wrist yanks you backwards, and you feel Brian’s chest against your back as he holds you firmly.

“No.” His voice is calm but absolute, his grip tightening when you struggle. “Not here.”

“Let me go,” you seethe, but Brian doesn’t budge.

“And what?” He answers smoothly, tilting his head towards the officers who are watching you intently. “Get yourself in more trouble?”

Wooshik snickers. “You hear that, babe? Keep proving to everyone what a slu-“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Brian cuts in, his tone so sharp that Wooshik actually shuts up.

You take the opportunity to yank yourself free, and giving Wooshik one final glare, you march out of the station.

Brian is close behind you, as you could tell from the sound of his footsteps, and when you stop, he stands right beside you.

“Brian,” you utter without looking at him, keeping your gaze trained on the almost-empty parking lots in front of you. Your fist your hands tightly, unsure if the pain you feel is from your injuries or from the utter betrayal you’ve received from everyone tonight. “Let’s get married.”

He chuckles softly. “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

You clench your jaw as you turn to him, just in time for him to meet your gaze. There’s a twinkle of something in his eyes— mirth. Amusement. Almost as if he’s teasing you, and you hate that.

“You don’t think I’m serious?”

“I think you’re angry,” he corrects, now turning to face you fully. He places his hands in his pockets, casually, like you’re not on the brink of lashing out and him not on the receiving end. “And people say all sorts of things when they’re angry.”

You can’t help but to let out a humourless scoff at his tone. You’d think that he’d drop his fake-nice act now that it’s just the two of you, but if anything, it’s even more infuriating. Who the hell does he think he is, talking to you like you’re a child— like he’s trying to gentle parent you, at that? Even your own parents don’t do that!

“I don’t like you,” you say bluntly, earning a raised brow from Brian. “But right now, I think I hate my life even more. So, really— marrying you doesn’t even sound like the worst idea.”

Brian exhales a quiet laugh as he shakes his head. “You’re doing this out of spite.”

You jut your chin towards him. “Oh, what, so now you’re a mind reader?”

“No,” he quips as he lowers his head to meet your eye level, and his lips stretch out into a wide grin. “I just know you’d rather set yourself on fire than to admit defeat and let your parents say ‘I told you so’.”

You grit your teeth. “Go to hell.”

He chuckles. “Tempting, but I think I’ll stick around for a while.” Brian straightens up, finally giving you space to breathe as he adjusts his cuffs, acting like he’s having the most normal conversation in the world. “So, rings?”

You frown. “What?”

“For the wedding?” He adds, tilting his head. “Unless you’d rather wing it and let your mum pick them out?”

You roll your eyes wordlessly before shoving past him, the sound of his mocking laughter trailing behind you. You don’t even know where his car is, but you keep walking anyway, desperate to put some distance between you and that insufferable smirk.

Just what the hell did you get yourself into?

Your wedding with Brian was nothing short of excessive extravagance, as is the rock that now sits on your finger. As stunning as it is, a three-carat diamond ring with a pear cut and matching silver band that fits perfectly, it’s a reminder of your legal bind to the man, whom, even over the last couple of months, you found yourself to still despise.

It isn’t easy to live with someone like Brian when he’s the direct opposite of you. Precise, methodical, and annoyingly put-together— that’s him, and he’s everything you’re not. While you struggled to remember in which box you packed your toiletries prior to the move, he was already done with colour-coding his sock drawer. As you were cursing yourself for dropping one of your favourite scented candles, he was quick to appear beside you with a broom and dustpan, and by the time you were done being dramatic, there were no more glass shards for you to accidentally step on.

The only upside that came with your marriage was the fact that you’d never have to deal with your parents’ suffocating expectations again, even if it meant having to coexist with Brian and all his… Brian-ness.

There were no I-told-you-sos, (because you never bothered to disclose the ending of your relationship with your ex-boyfriend), no condescending lectures, just quiet, satisfied approval, because you had done exactly what they wanted— married a man they approved of, and moved into a life that was deemed respectable. In return, that got you out of a house you never really got to call home to begin with, and for a while, that was enough, until you realised that sharing a roof with Brian came with its own set of problems— like the way he insists on organising the kitchen cabinets like it’s a damn grocery aisle.

“That doesn’t go there.”

You glance over your shoulder to see Brian leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed as he watches you place a mug in the cabinet.

You arch a brow. “It’s a cabinet. For mugs. Where else should it go?”

He exhales before nodding to somewhere beside you. “Top shelf. Left side. Next to the tall glasses.”

You scoff, turning to face him fully with the mug still in your hand. “Seriously, Brian, do you hear yourself when you speak? It’s a cup. A cup. Who cares where it goes? Are you running a five-star restaurant in here? Are the housekeepers going to judge my mug placement skills? Does the fate of the world depend on whether or not my mug sits next to your stupid tall glasses-“

In the midst of your rant, you don’t even even notice him stepping forward, plucking the mug out of your hands before placing it exactly where he wants it without so much as a word.

“There. Problem solved.” He dusts off his hands before looking down at you. “Also, it’s Younghyun. I told you, Brian is for business. I’m your husband.”

“And our marriage is purely transactional. I’ll call you whatever I want,” you bite back.

“Hm, fair. Should I start calling you sweetheart, then?”

You know he’s trying to rile you up on purpose, and oh, boy, is it working.

You glower. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He merely smiles— that infuriating, knowing smile— and you know he’s noticed the way your cheeks burn in anger. But, being the asshole that he is, he chooses not to say anything.

And somehow, that only makes it worse.

“Sweetheart, could you pass me the salt?”

Your fingers stiffen around your utensils as you slowly turn to him with a glare, Brian not even looking at you as he continues to cut his steak, like nothing ever happened. Like that damn word didn’t just escape his lips; like he’s been saying it for years instead of just now, in front of both of your families.

He only looks up when he realises your silence, and even has the audacity to raise his brows as though to ask: what’s wrong?

You grit your teeth.

“Oh, I absolutely adore what you’ve done with the house! You know, with a space this big, there’s only one way to truly make it feel like home.” Brian’s grandmother beams from across the table.

You don’t like where this is going, but Brian, the ever-perfect grandson, humours her. “And what would that be, Grandma?”

Grandma Kang claps her hands, grinning in a way that reminds you of Brian when he’s teasing you. Now you know where he got it from.

“Filling it with little feet, of course! A house this grand shouldn’t be put to waste— imagine how wonderful it would be to hear children running through these halls.”

Even though you saw it coming, you still find yourself choking on your food as her words hit you before you could process it.

You grasp for your water, but before you could, Brian beats you to it as he slides his own glass towards you, his fingers brushing yours as he does so.

“Careful, darling,” he says, his hand coming up to pat your back. You barely get to register the warmth in both his touch and his voice before it leaves you completely, and he’s back to sipping on his wine by the time you turn to him.

Like nothing ever happened.

“We’re still young, Grandma.” Brian returns to the conversation with an easy smile. “What’s the rush?”

“Yes, but I’m not getting any younger, son,” Grandma Kang hums disapprovingly. “I do want to see at least one of my great-grandchildren before I die. You two haven’t even gone on a honeymoon yet! That won’t do— newlyweds should take time to celebrate.”

“Don’t say that,” Brian chides gently. “You’ll be around to spoil a whole football team’s worth of great-grandkids.”

You kick his shin from under the table, to which Brian doesn’t react— of course he doesn’t.

“I hope you don’t feel like I’m pressuring you, dear.” She turns to you. “It’s just that, I want to see the both of you happy and settled while I can.”

You settle with an awkward smile, though you’re sure it comes off as more of a grimace.

Out of everybody in this room, the old lady seems to be the only one who doesn’t make you feel like you’re under a microscope. She’s warm, affectionate, and genuinely delighted to have you in the family, which is why you can’t find it in you to tell her the truth— that you’re not in love with her grandson, and you don’t think you ever will be.

“But, speaking of honeymoons.” Brian swallows his food. “I do have a work trip coming up. Maybe we could make something out of it. What do you think, love?” He turns to you with a boyish grin, and you swear, if you hear another one of his stupid nicknames leave his mouth, you might just combust.

In anger, of course.

You frown. “A work trip is not a honeymoon.”

“It is if we say it is.” He shrugs, nonchalant. “Especially if it’s in the city of love.”

“Ooh, Paris!” This time, your mother gushes. With the way both Brian’s parents and yours have been quiet throughout the entire duration of dinner, you’d almost forgotten that they were there to begin with. Of course, your mother wouldn’t be your mother if she has to stay silent for very long, and the moment her sharp eyes meet yours, you know that the decision is already made for you.

You’re going to Paris.

You haven’t had a good sleep in days.

With the new project at work and your trip coming up, your schedule is packed, and with the endless emails and phone calls that don’t seem to stop, you’re not given the time to breathe, let alone rest.

It’s nearing midnight, and you find yourself still in the living room, the chandelier dimmed and your only source of light as it accompanies you while you finish up your report. You’ve been at it for hours, and your eyes are starting to blur from the screen, but you force yourself to push through.

You barely even hear the sound of footsteps until Brian stops next to the television, leaning against the wall as he watches you.

“You’re still working?” He asks, his tone quiet and laced with something you can’t really put a finger on. A part of you has a hunch, but you don’t want to acknowledge it.

“Yeah. I just gotta finish this before we leave. I’ll be fine,” you mutter distractedly, not even bothering to spare him a glance.

Brian doesn’t say anything as he continues to watch you, and you continue typing, hoping he gets the hint and leaves you alone.

“You need to take a break,” he finally says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“What I need is to finish this report, Brian.” You finally look up to give him a glare, and you’re surprised to see that for once, he’s being serious, devoid of the usual teasing shit-eating grin he always wears. Still, you don’t waver. “You’re not exactly helping by being here.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. You need a break,” he repeats, his tone more firm this time. Still, there’s no real anger in it, only concern, and that’s the one thing you’ve been trying not to acknowledge. Your chest starts to twist uncomfortably, unfamiliar with this side of him.

You roll your eyes wordlessly, knowing starting an argument with him would only take up your time, and that’s the one thing you don’t have enough of right now.

You hear Brian sigh before he steps towards you, gently taking the laptop off your lap before placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Seriously-“ you scoff before getting to your feet, heart thumping erratically as your frustration finally bubbles over. “What’s it to you? Why do you keep acting like I’m helpless?” You snap. “I can handle this! I don’t need you to tell me what to do every five minutes!”

Brian doesn’t flinch. “I’m not telling you what to do, I’m telling you what’s good for you. And what’s good for you right now is to take a damn break.” Despite the tick of his jaw, his voice is calm, too calm. “You’re not fine,” he continues, a quiet challenge in his voice. “And you don’t have to pretend with me.”

That is what makes you crack.

You don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the exhaustion, mixed with anger— hell, it’s probably all the emotions you’ve been suppressing since you got cheated on and then getting married the following month— because the next thing you know, you’re crying uncontrollably with no signs of stopping.

You drop to the sofa, burying your face in your hands as you sob, your shoulders trembling with the weight of it all. You don’t even want to look at Brian; the last thing you need is his sympathy.

“Just go,” you croak, voice muffled behind your hands. “I’m fine. I’m just tired, okay?”

Brian doesn’t say anything, and for a moment, you think he actually left, until you feel him kneel down in front of you, gently prying your hands off your face.

For some reason, you let him.

He brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently as he wipes your tears. You shake your head to get him to stop, embarrassed, but he doesn’t move away, only holding you firmer.

“You’re not fine,” he murmurs, his voice a lot quieter now, but his tone is one you haven’t heard before. Soft. Almost tender. “And that’s okay. You don’t have to do this alone. Not as long as I’m here.”

His words catch you off-guard. You hadn’t realised just how much you needed to hear that, too used to carrying everything yourself, always being the strong one, so hearing Brian say that feels like a lifeline.

The fact that he’s actually there, not telling you to fix it or get over it, but simply… acknowledging it, makes everything feel a little less impossible, especially after he says:

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You sniff before looking away. “You’re so annoying,” you mumble, taking his hands to remove them from your face, but you don’t let go as you let them rest on your lap.

Neither does he.

“You bring this up tomorrow, and I’ll kill you.”

Brian laughs, his eyes crinkling as he does so, and somehow, the sight doesn’t annoy you as much as you know it should.

“You’re joking,” you deadpan, fingers resting loosely on your luggage handle as you stare at the room before you. You turn to Brian. “One bed? Why the hell would you book a suite with a single bed?!”

“Grandma wanted to gift us. I couldn’t say no,” he utters with absolute indifference, like you’re both not standing before a king size bed with flower petals scattered all over it in the shape of a giant heart. The sight makes you shudder.

“It’s fine. I’ll just take the couch.”

“You better,” you murmur, too tired to deal with his nonchalance today. You had just gotten out of a fifteen hour flight— like that wasn’t already terrible enough. The fact that it was Brian Kang that you flew with made it all the more agonising.

He was the type of person who insisted on arriving at the airport way before necessary— which, in your case, meant that the three hours you thought you had to pack your luggage were cramped into a single, stress-filled one.

It didn’t help that Brian had a lot to say about your lack of preparation, chastising you for not packing earlier, which of course, then naturally spiralled into an argument that lasted twenty minutes (though, it was more of you yelling while he remained infuriatingly composed).

By the time you were good to go, you’re exhausted, out of breath, and completely over it. Meanwhile, Brian loaded both your luggages into the car with effortless ease like it was nothing.

Like the responsible adult he was, he had checked in for the both of you on time, and even went as far as to listen to the safety instructions in the plane intently like he was in a lecture. At that point, you wouldn’t even be surprised if he were to whip out a notepad and pen to jot down notes.

He was completely insufferable.

And now that you’re finally in Paris, some distance from Brian would do you good, you think— except, of course, he has plans.

While all you want is to sink into the ridiculously plush hotel bed and knock out for a few hours, Brian is already chattering on about his itinerary like he’s pitching a business proposal. Truthfully, you could barely even make out the places he’s listing with how lethargic you are, and he only stops when he realises you’re being weirdly unresponsive.

You’re fast asleep.

Younghyun scoffs to himself as he stares at the slow rise and fall of your back, your body curled up under the covers as you snore softly. Usually, he’d have something to say about how you shouldn’t be lying on the bed without changing out of your outside clothes first, about how you never listen to him when he tells you to get enough rest, maybe even tease you about how you always insist you won’t fall asleep right away, only for you to be knocked out cold the moment your head hits the pillow.

But for once, he lets it go.

Because despite how much you get on his nerves, and no matter how stubborn you are, he knows you’re exhausted. And maybe, he doesn’t mind giving in to you this time.

With a soft sigh, he gets up from the sofa and grabs his coat, making sure not to wake you up as he closes the door behind him softly. If you won’t take care of yourself, then he’d just have to do it for you. And if you’re too stubborn to go out to eat— well, maybe bringing something back would make it easier.

✦ ✦ ✦

By the time you stir awake, it’s dark, and you realise that you’re alone. You wonder if Brian actually did up and leave to go on that walk along the Seine he had been talking about earlier, and for a split second, you feel guilty. You quickly snap out of it, jolting up in the process.

“Am I going insane?” You laugh humourlessly to yourself, running a hand through your tangled hair. “Why the hell should I feel bad for him? He’s not my responsibility. He’s a grown man!” You try to justify, but deep down, there’s a feeling you can’t shake.

You didn’t even ask if he was okay, if he needed help, if he needed something. Nothing.

You groan fall back into the pillows, kicking your feet against the covers in frustration. Your hands find your head once again, and you tug on your hair. “Get out of my head, Brian Kang.”

“Why? Miss me already?”

You sit up again, this time twice as fast and almost falling off the bed in the process.

“I-I wasn’t talking about you,” you manage to sneer, to which Brian chuckles in response as he kicks off his shoes.

“Sure. Come eat.”

You frown, only now noticing the takeout bags he has in his hands before he places them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. As embarrassed as you are, you can’t deny that you’re hungry, so begrudgingly, you pad towards him.

You wait for Brian to shrug off his coat, his coat which you’re now noticing is damp and covered in little droplets. You didn’t even realise that it had been raining, and the same unfamiliar feeling tugs on your heart strings again.

“Really? You couldn’t just wait until the rain stopped?” You mumble, keeping your tone as casual as possible as you start unwrapping your food.

Brian shrugs. “It was just a little rain.”

“Yeah, well, don’t complain if you fall sick tonight and end up having to skip on your meeting tomorrow. I’m not gonna be the one staying awake to take care of you.”

Brian peers at you through his lashes with a knowing smile on his lips, and it only makes you realise how you may have sounded a little too concerned for your liking.

“I-I’m not worried about you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter, turning back to your food. You’re not sure if you can continue staring at him without turning yourself into a blubbering fool even more.

Brian laughs, but he doesn’t push it. “Speaking of tomorrow, do you have anywhere you want to visit? We can go after I’m done with work,” he answers breezily, placing a peeled shrimp in your container before resuming with his meal.

You, on the other hand, are frozen in your spot, still trying to process his gesture. You stare at the shrimp in confusion before glancing at him again, but Brian doesn’t even acknowledge you.

“Didn’t you already have a whole itinerary planned?” You ask when you finally find your voice.

“Yes, but seeing as we’re on a honeymoon, we should do things we both like, no?”

“This is not a honeymoon, Brian. Call it what it is, a work trip.”

“Younghyun.” His voice softens in a way that makes your heart tighten. “I know you’ve been working a lot lately, so this is your chance to enjoy Paris. We’ll make the most of it together.”

You want to argue, but somehow the words never come.You know what it is, and you’re finally ready to acknowledge it— the small pang of guilt that creeps into your chest.

“It’s fine,” you say with a sigh. “I don’t really have anything I want to do anyway.” You shrug as nonchalantly as you could, despite knowing that it’s a lie.

Of course, there are things you want to do while you’re here— things that you know Brian wouldn’t necessarily enjoy, and things that certainly wouldn’t fit in his structured itinerary. But you can’t find it in you to say anything, not after everything he’s done.

As much as you hate to admit it, and despite how infuriating and annoying you still think he is, he’s the only one who’s been doing everything while you’ve barely even contributed to the trip. Your mind goes back to his coat again, his stupid, damp coat, and the thought of him being caught in the rain all to get you some food just because you refused to go out today leaves an uncomfortable weight in the pit of your stomach.

So, you don’t say anything— for once, you’ll give in and agree to go along with his plans, even if it means having to drag your feet to the places you know won’t excite you.

Because the last thing you want to do is disappoint him.

✦ ✦ ✦

Brian is already asleep when you step out of the shower, the three-seater sofa only barely accommodating to his tall form. His legs are bent in a way that doesn’t look very comfortable, and he has his arm draped over his eyes to block out the street lights from the window next to him.

There it is again— the dreadful feeling of guilt that twists and turns in your stomach. It doesn’t help that the rain has gotten heavier now, the occasional sound of thunder a reminder that you won’t be getting a peaceful sleep tonight.

With a sigh, you trudge towards the bed, making sure to face the wall and not Brian as you get under the covers. Try as you might, sleep doesn’t come to you very easily, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’ve already had a nap earlier, the relentless rain outside, or purely the guilt from making Brian sleep on the couch. Maybe it’s all three.

You turn on your back, eyes wide open as you stare blankly at the ceiling.

“Are you asleep?” The question escapes you before you could stop it, and you cringe at how loud your voice sounded in the otherwise quiet room.

Surprisingly, Brian hums in reply, but he remains unmoving when you glance at him.

Before you could change your mind, you remove the extra pillow from behind your head, placing it to your right before you quickly turn back on your side.

“Just come here. But any funny business and you’re dead.”

It’s silent for a while, and you think that maybe Brian had gone back to sleep or is simply just ignoring you, until you feel the bed dip.

He exhales a small chuckle as he settles beside you, and even despite the grogginess in his voice, it’s laced with amusement.

“You say that like I’d even dare.”

It’s teasing, but he doesn’t push his luck. Instead, he shifts— just enough to get comfortable, but careful not to press too close. With the pillow now in between the both of you, it’s not like he could, anyway.

A beat passes before he adds, softer this time. “Go to sleep.”

You shut your eyes, opting not to reply him. While that had managed to clear up a little bit of your conscience, there’s still one issue you’re left with: the thunder.

It’s not like you’re necessarily scared of them. They just make you a little jumpy, is all.

Even now, when it booms and splits the dark in a second-long white glow, you yelp, only to bite your tongue right after and hoping Brian hadn’t heard you.

Silence stretches between you, until you feel him reach over to remove the pillow in the middle before it lands on the floor with a thud. You finally turn to peek over your shoulder, ready to ask him what the hell he’s doing.

But of course, Brian doesn’t say anything, eyes still shut like he’s already asleep. In the empty space between the two of you now lies his arm, outstretched, waiting, like a quiet invitation.

Just as you’re about to chide at him, another strike of thunder crashes through the sky, louder this time. So of course, naturally, you jolt.

Forward.

Right into him.

You gasp. “Bri-“

He shushes you. This asshole has the audacity to shush you as he wraps his other arm around your torso, pulling you impossibly closer.

He exhales, his voice low and laced with sleep. “You’re so jumpy.”

Your words get caught in your throat, so for a while, you don’t say anything. You can’t. 

“Am not,” you huff, though it doesn’t really come out as convincing given you’re practically curled against his chest.

He hums, and you know he doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t argue. And when thunder strikes for the third time, you feel his arms tighten around you in silent consolation.

You shut your eyes tightly, though this time, it’s not out of fear anymore. No, right now, you’re trying to ignore his warmth that’s already seeping into yours, and the way his featherlight touches are making your throat go drier than a desert.

You think you might need a glass of water, but you don’t exactly want to leave your spot right now.

“One word about this, Brian, and I-“

“You’ll kill me. I know,” he chuckles, the vibration of his chest against yours making you all too aware of how close you are.

You scowl, though it lacks any real bite. Smug bastard.

Still, you don’t move away.

And neither does he.

You wake up to an empty bed.

As you sit up to rub the sleep from your eyes, you almost forget where you are, still disoriented by the warmth lingering on the sheets beside you.

But then you hear the faint rustling from the other side of the room, and that’s when you see Brian by the vanity, currently buttoning up his white dress shirt with his tie still undone and slung over his neck.

Your eyes widen, and you find yourself falling back to the mattress as you stare at the ceiling, breaths slightly laboured.

What the hell is going on? Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you having a heart attack?

You squeeze your eyes shut, even going as far as to press your palms against your cheeks as though doing that would magically erase the memory from your mind.

Nope. Didn’t work. You did not just get flustered over Brian Kang of all people.

No matter how much you try to will it away, the image is already burned in your head— the sharp lines of his collarbones, the way his fingers worked the buttons with ease, the single strand of hair that falls in his forehead despite his conscious effort to style it.

“You okay?”

Suddenly, his voice is way too near for comfort, and your eyes fly open to see Brian peering at you over the side of the bed, his brows knit in confusion.

Thankfully, his shirt is buttoned up all the way now, sparing you from details you don’t want to see (rather, details that you know could potentially cause you to short circuit).

You must have taken a while to answer, gaping at him like a deer in headlights, because you only finally snap out of it when you register him reaching out to you.

“I’m fine!” You blurt, your hand extending out just in time to catch his wrist, his palm already dangerously close to your head.

“You sure?” He asks, not the least bit convinced. “You’re all red. Are you down with a fever?”

“No. Are you?”

Brian only arches his brows at your response, and you finally let him go, scooting further to his side of the bed to put some distance between you two, avoiding his gaze.

“Alright…” he scoffs, a tinge of humour laced in his tone. “I’ll be back before lunch to pick you up, okay? We could go sightseeing if you’re up for that.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mumble. You had expected him to leave, but he doesn’t, and you finally turn to him again. “What?”

Brian tilts his head slightly, studying you with the same expression that always gets under your skin. Then, without warning, he leans in— just a little, but enough for your breath to catch in your throat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again, lower this time, like he knows something is definitely up; like he knows exactly the reason behind why your face is burning and he’s just waiting for you to admit it.

You swallow, gripping the sheets. “I said I’m fine.”

Brian studies you for a second more before he hums, finally straightening up. You don’t miss the flicker of amusement in his eyes, and you know he’s not pushing you further solely because he doesn’t want to embarrass you— at least, more than you already did yourself.

“Okay. If you say so.” He grabs his coat, throwing it over his shoulder. “Get some rest. I’ll see you later, love.”

And with that, he finally turns to leave, just like nothing ever happened.

You exhale sharply, bringing the covers over your head.

You’re so doomed.

✦ ✦ ✦

Your plans after lunch started at the Louvre. It was where you found out that Brian was someone who enjoyed art and history— because why wouldn’t he, right? You thought the gallery was far too crowded and you didn’t see the point in staring at paint splattered on canvas, but seeing how focused he was on reading every single plaque and description, you decided to just let him be.

He’d talk to you about it, too— feed you with fun facts about the artist or history of the painting which really, you couldn’t care less about, but as you took in the way his features would light up whenever he saw a painting he recognised, or the way his lips would twitch into a satisfied smile whenever he shared about something he found interesting, you found yourself holding back on any complaints.

Instead, you nodded along, when in reality you were much more focused on the enthusiasm in his voice and the way his fox-like eyes would crinkle at the corners when he smiled, making him look impossibly more endearing.

That was a thought you were quick to dispose of, of course, because this is Brian Kang you’re talking about. There was no way you were going to admit to anybody that your heart was starting to beat a little too fast to your liking whenever you were around him.

He took you on a boat cruise on the Seine right after, and you did complain this time, bringing up the movie you saw recently about sharks under Paris and how there was no way in hell you were going to let yourself get eaten by one. You weren’t about to tell him that it was boat rides in general that made you uneasy, but it seemed that Brian knew that already without having to ask. He merely laughed and held your hand, and that kept you quiet for the remainder of the ride.

You reach your final destination just as the sun is about to retire for the day, a quiet spot in Champ de Mars facing the Eiffel Tower. Your legs are hurting from all the walking, and with your last meal being lunch a few hours ago, you’re starving.

It was a good thing Brian had half a mind to stop by a sandwich shop on the way here, because your dinner was devoured within minutes, and you’re now left marvelling over the pretty lights that glimmer on the lattice structure before you.

You had no complaints, and it seems that Brian doesn’t have anything to say as well as he too remains quiet, but what you don’t know is that he’s looking at you.

The golden glow of the Eiffel Tower bounces off your skin, catching in the delicate curves of your face. Younghyun might have spent the day at the Louvre, surrounded by centuries’ worth of masterpieces, but hell if you’re not the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on.

“Sweetheart.” The name gently rolls of his tongue like he’s been saying it for years, and you hum in reply, clearly distracted, until realisation sets in and your brows furrow ever so slightly as you catch your own slip up.

You turn to him with your signature frown, but Younghyun knows it lacks any real bite. “What?”

He exhales a quiet laugh before pursing his lips, inhaling softly. “I wish you would’ve just told me that you weren’t enjoying yourself today.”

Your expression wavers, but only for a second. “What are you talking about?” You mutter before turning away, like you always do when you’re flustered. “That’s not true. I had fun.”

“You get this look on your face when you’re forcing yourself to have fun,” he muses. “Like you’re watching a movie with a bad plot and you don’t want to admit that you didn’t like it.”

You only scoff, further confirming his assumptions.

“You don’t talk back like you always do. You held back on your complaints when usually, you’d jump at the first opportunity to argue with me. Every time I caught you zoning out, you weren’t looking at what I was showing you— you were looking at me.”

Your breath catches in your throat. Of course, he saw right through you.

“Maybe you just had something on your face.” You glance at him.

Brian laughs. “Even you don’t believe that.”

You roll your eyes, but he isn’t done.

“You should have said something,” he continues, softer this time. “I would’ve done anything you wanted, you know?”

“Even if I wanted to go bungee jumping?”

Brian stares at you softly, a hint of a smile on his face. “I’d tie a rope to my ankle and dive a hundred feet headfirst if it makes you happy.”

Something warm stirs in your chest, but you don’t acknowledge it. You don’t want to, because if you do, then you’d have to admit that this tightening feeling in your chest could be something dangerously close to fondness.

That night, you place your pillow next to you before turning on your side, your back to Brian as he finishes up his work on the sofa.

You feel the weight of his stare as he shuts his laptop, and slowly, cautiously, he gets under the covers next to you, almost like he’s testing the waters.

“Are you asleep?” He asks, voice soft.

You don’t answer right away, not wanting to break the fragile moment. “No.”

He waits for a few moments, almost as though expecting you to elaborate, but when you don’t, he asks, “why?”

You stay quiet again, biting your lip, unsure of what to say. You don’t really have an excuse as to why you’re still awake even after the day you’ve just had. It’s not like it’s raining outside, and it’s not like there’s thunder to keep you up.

It’s not like you were waiting for him.

But Brian doesn’t press. He only stays silent for a while longer before exhaling softly, and just like yesterday, he removes the pillow that separates the two of you before shifting closer, his arm finding your waist as he pulls you flush against his chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmurs, like he’s read your mind.

Again, you don’t respond, but you don’t pull away either. You turn in his hold, slipping your arm over his torso just as he pulls you closer, and you try to ignore the unfamiliar feeling that constricts your beating heart.

You should be telling him that it’s wrong, that you don’t need this, but you don’t, letting yourself melt in his embrace instead.

Because for the first time, something about the way he holds you feels right.

Paris was weird, so much so that you were relieved the moment you arrived back in Korea. Even if it meant going back to your routine and getting drowned in backlog at work, it was better than having nothing to do, because having time to yourself meant having time to think about Brian Kang, which you found yourself to do every night before you went to sleep.

At first, you blamed it on the jet lag, but even after a week has passed and you've both well settled back into your usual rhythm which consisted of sleeping in your own separate rooms, you still found yourself thinking about him as you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You wondered if Brian thought about Paris just as much as you did, about how safe he made you feel as he wrapped you in his arms, about how the steady beat of his heart, as opposed to your erratic one, had lulled you to sleep even with the raging storm outside. You wondered if he missed your warmth the way you missed his, and how easy it was to fall asleep beside him, like your body has decided for you that his presence was something to seek comfort in.

You wanted to hate it. Because if you didn't, then you'd have to admit that it wasn't just his warmth that you missed— it was him.

And that was something you weren't ready to face, at least not yet.

So instead, you busied yourself with something— anything, to keep your mind off him. And somehow, that brought you here, standing in the kitchen with his grandmother, sleeves rolled up to your elbows and apron tied snugly around your torso as she guided you with a recipe.

You don't even know how you got here. One second, you were staring blankly at your kitchen counter, contemplating on whether to make yourself some instant noodles, and the next you're on the phone with Grandma Kang— and trust that even the mere thought of this is enough to make you cringe— if she could teach you how to make one of his favourite dishes.

You don't know what it is. Was it guilt? Gratitude? Or maybe— no. You weren't going to entertain the thought that it was something more than that. Perhaps, you just wanted to do something nice for him, to repay him for putting up with you, even make him a celebratory meal for successfully closing a deal after his meeting in Paris.

That was all to it.

"So, how was Paris?" Grandma Kang asks as she stirs pot of kimchi stew.

The old lady, bless her, had arrived within minutes from your phone call, eager to spend time with her— and you quote— her favourite granddaughter.

She was the only who ever really checked in on you ever since you and Brian got married, constantly calling just to ask how you are and reminding you to eat if you haven't. She's just like Brian, and the love you felt from her was one you never really got from your parents. It's warm, unconditional— real.

Which is why you feel guilty.

Because whatever you have with Brian isn't, and all you're doing is deceiving her and letting her believe in something that isn't true.

You swallow, pretending to focus on slicing the vegetables. "It was... nice."

"Just nice?" She muses with a raised brow. "I haven't seen my grandson that happy in a long time, you know."

"He's always happy," you say lightly. "Nothing new there."

"No, dear. This was different."

You don't know how to respond to that, so you don't. You don't want to look too much into the reason behind Brian's unusually good mood, according to his own grandmother.

Grandma Kang sets the spoon down before turning to you.

"I know, you know."

Your grip tightens around hilt of the knife. "Know what?"

She smiles at you. "About you and Younghyun. It isn't real, is it?"

You stomach twists at her words. "Grandma, I-"

"You don't have to explain anything, my dear. I'm old, not blind," she chuckles, turning back to the pot. "My grandson has a lot of love to give," she says gently. "And he does it without expecting anything in return."

You exhale shakily, setting your knife down. "I know that."

She hums. "Then you should know that he's not trying to hurt you. He never has." She pauses to sigh. "Stupid boy. I know he only got married to appease me. His parents set him up with so many girls, you know? He was always polite to them, but his heart was never fully in it. Until you." Grandma Kang smiles at you softly. "It's scary, right? But that's also the beauty of falling in love."

"I don't-" you cut yourself off. Because what could you even say? That she's wrong? That you don't-

You can't. Because then you think you'd be lying.

"Grandma? I didn't know you were coming over." Brian appears in the kitchen, surprise etched on his features. He has his blazer draped over his shoulder, his tie loosened, and the sight makes your throat dry.

His eyes are quick to find yours, and you quickly turn away before he could notice the tears welling in your eyes— tears you're only now registering are there in the first place.

You don't even want to know why you're crying— you seem to be doing that a lot lately— but you may have a hunch.

"Ah, these damn onions, am I right?" Grandma Kang huffs, planting her hands on your shoulders as she moves you behind her; you're silently grateful for that. You take that time to dab your eyes dry, clearing your throat slightly and hoping your red face wouldn't give you away. "Why? Is there something wrong with me wanting to spend time with my favourite granddaughter?"

"Of course not, Grandma," Brian says gently, and you hate how the softness of his voice affects you. By the time you turn around, he's already peering at the dishes on the island, and he looks up at you with a grin on his face. "Did you make all of this?"

Somehow, his question makes your cheeks burn. You think it's embarrassment, having been caught doing something nice for a husband you never wanted in the first place.

You don't even know who you are anymore.

"With a little help," you answer, but your voice comes off as quiet. If Brian notices how uncharacteristically awkward you're being, he doesn't say anything.

"Give yourself a little more credit, dear! Younghyun, a lady who can cook this well? You better treat her right, or I'll come knock some sense into you myself."

Brian doesn't look at his grandma despite her chiding, still looking at you like you're the most valuable thing in the world. "Don't worry, Grandma." His gaze grows softer. "I don't plan on letting her go anytime soon."

✦ ✦ ✦

You find yourself wide awake again despite it being way past midnight. It's turned into a routine at this point, and you have no one else to blame but your housemate who's probably already fast asleep at the other side of the house.

You groan. You hate Brian for making you feel this way, and you really wish you meant it.

Knowing that staying in your room wouldn't do you any good, you decide to head to the kitchen— perhaps a hot drink could help ease the turmoil in your heart.

But alas, your heart only starts to thump faster when you realise the lights are already on, and you find Brian leaning against the counter as he nurses a mug of tea.

"Hey. Can't sleep?"

Your words catch in your throat, so you settle with a nod as you open the refrigerator for the mere sake of wanting something to do.

"You shouldn't be drinking something cold this late. Want me to make you some tea?" He offers, and despite yourself, you still find it in you to roll your eyes at his gentle nagging.

"No, I'm good."

"Milk?"

"I'm not a child."

"I'm afraid that's about all the options I have for you then, love," Brian chuckles before he stops, tone growing softer now. "What's the matter?"

You close the door, finally turning to him. "What are you talking about?"

"You just seem distracted lately."

"I'm fine," you mutter, and even though you know Brian isn't convinced, he doesn't push any further.

"Listen, if you're having trouble sleeping..." he trails off. "You can stay with me."

You blink at his words. "What?"

"If you want to." He pauses as though to gauge for your response, before adding, "would it help?"

You hesitate. You hate how easy the way he says it, so gentle and sincere, giving you an out like he knows how much you struggle with expressing your thoughts.

And as much as you still do, you know there's no use in hiding it anymore when he's already seen through you completely.

So you settle with a nod, a slight one, but one Brian manages to catch nonetheless.

His smile doesn't widen, and he doesn't gloat. Instead, he sets his mug in the sink before he takes your hand. "C'mon," he says softly. "Let's go to sleep."

The walk back to his room is a quiet one, and by the time you step inside, Brian lets go of your hand just long enough to pull back the covers.

"Go on," he says, nodding towards the bed.

You stall, but only for a moment, before slipping under the sheets. The mattress dips as he settles in beside you, and any distance between the two of you disappears in an instant.

Brian shifts slightly, turning on his side to face you. "Better?" He murmurs.

You still don't trust yourself to speak, so you only nod.

He smiles at you then, lips quirking up ever so slightly as he reaches over, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. The touch is fleeting, but it sends something through you.

"Good," he whispers, and like it's the most natural thing in the world, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close— just close enough for you to hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat you missed.

And with your head resting just above his heart, you note the way his breaths even out as he falls asleep, and you know you should too, but your mind refuses to settle.

"Brian?" You call out softly, so softly you think you never meant for him to hear it at all. Maybe that's for the best.

"I think..." you swallow, gripping the fabric of shirt a little tighter. "I think I'm falling for you."

You let your words hang in the air, fragile yet certain, because you don't regret it at all.

And just like the first time Brian's held you in his arms, you feel like you could finally breathe again.

As it turns out, coming to terms with your feelings was more difficult than you thought, especially when every little thing Brian did seemed to mean something now.

The way his hand would find the small on your back when you crossed the street, the way he always ensured your coffee was the perfect temperature before handing it to you, even down to the way he looked at you— soft, knowing, like he could see right through every excuse you tried to make for yourself.

Still, you tried your best to brush it off. You're a grown woman, not some schoolgirl with a silly crush. You could handle this.

Or at least, that's what you told yourself.

Which is why, when you find yourself at his workplace, lunch bag in hand with a bento box specially prepared (a completely normal, thoughtful thing to do), you ignore the way your heart races at the thought of seeing him.

His receptionist greets you with a smile, telling you that he's inside his office, and you make the short walk down the hallway. For some reason, you're nervous, and while you'd usually blame it on your nerves, you should have known that it was something else this time.

Because there he is, smiling with another woman as she laughs at whatever he'd said. And Brian— that asshole— isn't doing anything to stop her either. He doesn't stop her when she bats her eyelashes at him, leaning in too close for comfort, and he doesn't stop her when she calls him Younghyun.

Younghyun, the one name that for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to say, yet hated to hear from anybody else.

You left right then and there, slamming the bag on the receptionist's table on your way out.

"Tell him he can eat this if he wants," you mutter without turning back.

The poor receptionist stares at your retreating back before she hesitantly picks up the bag. You're obviously in a mood, and quite frankly, Eunji wanted no part of it. Not like she has a choice.

"Sir?" She knocks on Younghyun's door. "Your wife dropped this off."

Younghyun looks up from his paperwork, brows furrowed when he sees the bag in her hands. "I thought I told you to just let her in if she comes by."

"Well, yes." She tightens the grip on the bag. "I did send her to your office right away, sir, but she left not even a minute later."

Younghyun tilts his head as he stares at the bag. "And what time was this?"

"Five minutes ago, sir. She just left."

Younghyun takes in a breath before nodding. "Okay, just put in on the table. Thanks, Eunji."

Eunji nods before scurrying out, leaving Younghyun to lean against his chair, jaw tightening. This wasn't like you— it wasn't very often that you'd come by his office, only doing so when you started cooking, but the times that you do, you'd usually make him come down to get you, or at the very least, have a snarky remark at the ready as you handed him his food. But this? This was something else entirely.

Of course, the way you've been avoiding him recently wasn't lost on him, and Younghyun couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

He thought everything was fine— better than fine, even, now that you were sharing a bed, falling asleep in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world, but somehow you felt more distant than ever.

He started noticing the little things at first— the way you still curled up next to him at night, but never reaching out to him first. He'd pull you close, only for you to stiffen for a moment before letting yourself melt in his embrace, as though you had to remind yourself that it was okay. The way you used to linger in the mornings, pretending to still be asleep so you wouldn't have to move away from him so soon, only to be the first to slip out of bed now. You barely meet his eyes when you talk to him, and you no longer found fault with him in the littlest things, be it the way he'd organise the fridge or how he'd double check his schedules multiple times even though nothing has changed.

And the worst part? You still made him coffee in the mornings, still took care of his meals, still made sure he had everything he needed— all except you, which was the one thing he actually did need.

The silence where your bickering used to be is almost worst than the distance. At least when you argued, it showed that you were paying attention to him.

Which is why now, when he finally finds you in the kitchen, awake and not pretending to be asleep to avoid him like you do, he decides to end this once and for all.

"You didn't tell me you dropped by earlier," he starts off, as casual as possible as he leans against the refrigerator, watching you do the dishes.

You don't even turn to him. "You seemed busy. Didn't want to interrupt."

"Busy? It was lunch time, love."

You don't answer, and Younghyun sighs. "Alright." He steps towards you before turning off the faucet, and you turn to him with a scowl on your face.

"Bri-"

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or am I going to have to force it out of you?"

You waver slightly, not all used to this sight of Brian. He's isn't necessarily angry, but the edge in his voice as opposed to the usual gentleness that you're used to is enough to tell you that he's, at the very least, annoyed.

Still, you hold his stare. "Nothing's wrong."

"Don't lie to me." He clenches his jaw. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you," you retort through gritted teeth before attempting to move past him, but Brian cages you in between his arms. You glower at him. "Let me go."

"Is this about earlier?" He asks.

Your fingers twitch. "What?"

"You saw me with her, didn't you?"

Of course. Of course, he's seen through you yet again. You let out a humourless scoff, not ready to admit it just yet.

"You think I'm jealous? I don't care what you do, or who you talk to, Brian. I don't care if you want to let other people call you Younghyun, or if you want to flirt, or-"

"Flirt? Youngji's my cousin! She was at our wedding? She's getting married next month."

You part your lips to reply, but nothing comes out. The room feels unbearably still, the weight of your own foolishness settling over you like a heavy blanket.

Brian exhales sharply as he runs a hand through his hair, and he finally takes a step back for you to breathe. "You don't even call me Younghyun," he mutters, scoffing humourlessly. "But you hate hearing it from anybody else."

You shut your eyes. "Younghyun, I-"

"Say that again."

You breath hitches, and when you open your eyes, he's already looking at you.

You lips quiver, and you don't know what possesses you to obey, but his name rolls of your tongue again in a hushed whisper. "Younghyun."

He smiles at you, and you now realise it isn't the same one you see him give to Youngji. It isn't the same as the polite, effortless ones he gives to strangers, or the one he gives to his family, full of warmth.

No, this one is different.

This one is just for you.

And for the first time since this whole mess started, you finally understand.

"Now tell me," he urges gently as he takes your hands into his. "Tell me why it bothered you so much."

It seems like he already knows, and he's purposely giving you the chance to say it.

"Because I want to be the one to make you smile like that," you say quietly, and Younghyun scoffs as he shakes his head.

"Baby, do you even see the way I look at you?" He asks, almost in exasperation as though he couldn't believe you aren't getting it yet. "You think I look at everyone like they hung up all the stars in the sky? You think I smile at everyone like they're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me?" His voice is quieter now, but no less intense. "Because I don't. It's just you. It's always just been you."

You don't stop the tears that roll down your cheeks, and Younghyun is quick to catch them as he cups your face gently before he leans his forehead against yours.

"Tell me," he murmurs. "Whatever it is that you've been holding back. Say it."

"Younghyun." Your lips quiver, and he reassures you with an equally teary smile. "I'm in love with you."

Relief flickers across his face, and despite his own emotions, his lips widen even more in a way that makes your heart ache.

"I knew I wanted you the moment you called me to bail you out of jail," he says softly, as though going any louder would break the moment. "So if you say you love me," he swallows, throat working as he lets his first tear fall, "just know that I've loved you for way longer."

You let out a shaky laugh, biting your inner lip as more tears slip free. He chuckles, wiping them away again as she shakes his head.

"Can't believe you thought I'd look at anyone the way I look at you."

You sniff. "Shut up."

But you don't pull away when Younghyun leans in, and you don't stop him when he finally kisses you— soft and slow, like you have all the time in the world.

And maybe, just maybe, you think you do.

[livewithgratitude]

🌷🦊for younghyun: hopelessly yours

It starts with Brian draping himself over you like a human-sized, overly affectionate golden retriever.

You’re sitting on the couch, minding your business, when he plops down beside you, rests his head on your shoulder, and lets out the biggest sigh. You don’t even flinch—this is normal. He does this at least once a day.

"What now?" you ask, already used to his dramatics.

Brian tilts his head, staring up at you with those deep, soulful eyes—like he’s been suffering.

“So…” he starts, voice laced with unnecessary hesitation. “…Do you actually like me?”

You blink. Then, you turn to look at him fully, searching for any sign that he’s joking.

He’s not.

“We have been together for seven years,” you deadpan. “We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

Brian purses his lips, like he’s actually considering this. Then he shrugs. “I dunno. You never say it.”

You exhale, already feeling your soul leave your body.

Brian sighs again, slumping further into you like a dejected puppy. “You don’t even say it that much…”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow!” He jolts up, rubbing the spot with a wounded look.

You say nothing. Just raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to be done with his theatrics.

He sulks harder, arms crossed, looking so ridiculously offended. His lips jut out in a full pout, eyes big and imploring.

You ignore him.

He leans closer, nudging your arm. When that doesn’t work, he lets out an even bigger sigh and drapes himself dramatically across your lap, an absolute tragedy of a man.

You glance down at him. “Are you done?”

Brian rolls onto his side, face buried into your stomach. “No,” he mutters, muffled. “Not until you say it.”

You smirk. “Say what?”

He groans. “You know what.”

You pretend to think. “Oh, you mean, ‘Get off me, you’re heavy’?”

Brian lifts his head just to glare at you. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You’ll live.”

He lets out another exaggerated sigh, flopping back down like he’s truly at the end of his rope. “This is emotional neglect.”

You snort. “Brian.”

He turns his head dramatically to the side, staring at nothing like some tragic movie protagonist.

You go back to your business.

For the next five minutes, he stays there, sprawled across you like a weighted blanket, sulking in pure, defeated silence. You can feel him waiting—hoping—that you’ll give in and say something sweet.

You don’t.

And when he finally lifts his head with the most heartbroken expression—eyes big, lips still pouting, ears red from all his sulking—you have to fight back a grin.

“Are you really not gonna say anything?” he asks, voice so small.

You pat his cheek. “Nope.”

Brian groans again, dramatically flopping onto the couch beside you, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Unbelievable.”

You steal a fry from his plate.

He peeks at you, frowning. “That’s mine.”

“You’re mine,” you say absently.

Silence.

Then—Brian short-circuits.

His ears turn bright red again, and he sits up so fast, staring at you like you just punched him in the chest.

You? You just keep eating, completely unbothered.

“…Did you just—”

You glance at him, feigning innocence. “What?”

Brian’s mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

Then—his lips curl into a slow, dangerous smirk.

“Ohhh,” he drawls, voice dipping, eyes twinkling with mischief. “So that’s how it is?”

You narrow your eyes. “Brian.”

He moves too fast. Before you can react, he lunges at you, tackling you down onto the couch, caging you in with his arms.

“You’re mine, huh?” he teases, leaning down, his grin infuriatingly smug. “Say it again.”

You squirm under him, but he’s already nuzzling into your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Brian, don’t—”

Too late.

He starts peppering kisses all over your face—your cheeks, your nose, your jaw—everywhere.

“Say it again,” he murmurs in between kisses, grinning against your skin. “C’mon, babe. Don’t be shy now.”

You gasp when he presses a lingering kiss right below your ear, your breath stuttering.

“Brian!” you swat at him, but he just laughs, burying his face against your neck like he’s won.

“Oh, this is the best day ever,” he sighs dramatically, still holding you tight. “You love me. You so love me.”

You groan. “I take it back.”

Brian gasps, offended. “You can’t take it back! That’s illegal.”

You glare at him, but he just beams down at you, radiating happiness, his dimples deepening with how wide he’s smiling.

“…You are mine, though,” he murmurs, voice softer now, eyes warm.

And before you can protest, he leans down, kissing you properly this time—slow, sweet, and completely smitten.

[multiphandomunnies]

day6

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s.o has a piercing/tattoo

crush is a cancer

crush is a pisces

child’s first word is “appa”

crush is a leo

crush is an aries

s.o is in a band

s.o has a big family

s.o writes poetry

gf is sensitive around her time of the month

gf is a solo artist

gf is a capricorn

buying a ring too small

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jae

it wasn’t bad at all

the best news

giggles and candy canes

you’re an angel

sungjin

young k

cotton candy kisses

wonpil

i’m not sure

dowoon

didn’t expect this

not as planned

you never knew

[dearly-somber]

Fly Me To The Moon | kyh | day6

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 689

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. Brian’s voice >>>

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 12th, 2020 @ 22:25

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:15

<LISTEN TO THE SONG HERE!>

It was dark, and you were outside in the town square, sitting on a chair as you busked with some strangers.

"Fly me to the moon," you sang, smiling at the boy grinning at you through the crowd, unable to help the charisma that showed while you sang the song.

Throughout the song, Younghyun was sure that he fell for you all over again, his eyes watching you fondly. He had met you through Jae, who had introduced you as 'my sister's best friend'. You were around Sungjin's age, and you absolutely adored their music.

You had also mentioned that Dowoon was your favorite, because he was the youngest and cute as hell. Brian hand't been to happy about that conversation.

You finished the song off beautifully, staring at Brian as you sang in a gorgeous honey-voice.

"I," You smiled at him softly.

"Love," You tilted your head cutely.

"You..." You winked at him with a grin, bowing as the people around started applauding your performance.

"Waaah. Noona, that was great!" Younghyun said, welcoming you back with a hug and kiss to your cheek.

You giggled, scrunching up your face as his lips touched your cheek before he pulled away, your arms wrapping around his torso.

"Thank you."

He smiled at you stupidly, taking your hand and leading you onto one of the carts that were driving around the place, asking the driver to take you back to your hotel.

You leaned against the back of the cart as Brian leaned against the car-railing, looking out at the brightly illuminated city that was full of life and buzzing with activity.

You smiled, leaning up and off of the back of the cart to give him a warm back hug, leaning your cheek against him and sighing contentedly.

"What? You can't be tired already, can you?" He asked playfully, turning around to wrap his arms around your waist, looking down at you lovingly.

You shook your head with a pout, leaning your chin on his chest. “Not at all. I just felt like giving the guy I like a hug."

He snickered, pecking your lips and pulling away with a shit eating grin. "I thought you loved me, noona?"

"Eat shit, you brat—" You huffed angrily at him, turning away with a pout.

“Noona wait, I was kidding!"

•••

You put the key to your hotel in the keyhole, unlocking the door with a giant koala clinging to you, his head nuzzled into your shoulder. You hung up the keys and lightly pushed Younghyun off to hang up your coat. He made sure to remove his coat, too, the turtleneck he was wearing showing just the tips of his fingers.

You had managed to kick off your shoes before Brian grabbed you again, his own shoes somewhere in the corner of the room. You tried to get him off as you started nearing the bed, huffing and puffing with your effort. You turned around suddenly, yelling at him tiredly before squealing as your knees hit the back of the bed, in turn making you loose your footing.

"오모!—" You grunted as you landed on your back, Younghyun hovering over you. He watched you with slowly dilating pupils. You chuckled, leaning up to kiss him slowly, pulling away just as you noticed him trying to deepen the kiss, making him chase after you hastily. He whined when you 'tsked' at him, smirking playfully when you pushed him off and moved further up the bed.

"Not now, Foxy. I'm tired." He pouted at you childishly, nevertheless getting in next to you and wrapping himself around you. He sighed comfortably, pressing his nose into the nook of your neck before softly singing the same song from the busking station to you. You closed your eyes blissfully, smiling as you heard him whisper: 'I, love, you...'

You turned around, kissing his nose and brushing a strand of hair from his face.

"I love you too, my little fox." He smiled at you, kissing you before making you nuzzle your head under his chin, playing with your hair until the two of you fell asleep.

[thealexalcala]

Part 60 : Drunk or Possessed?

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Sweet Chaos

Youngk x Yn

Music. That is about the only thing Brian Kang and YN YLN have in common. And frankly, she has no interest in learning more about the boy she has deemed Mr. Perfect. Fate, however, does not seem to be in her favor when she finds they have been assigned to write and produce together. It can only lead to sweet chaos.

*times and dates do matter*

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[the-roo-too]

candy -> kang haerin ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- your smile ehe like when she makes you laugh (especially by accident) and you go all smiley! it’s making her so soft <33

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- haerin’s a eyes girlie, the type to text/write you little notes like ‘i could see the sky in your eyes’ very cheesy yes

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- nuzzling into you like a cute little kitty, that’s all im going to say bro

dates (what’s her ideal date)- CAT CAFÉ CAT CAFÉ CAT CAFÉ 🐱 seriously, especially if they have cute drinks or something 🤭

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- that’s a little harder, she has a weird way of expressing herself. haerin is very stoic if yk what i mean, she’s kinda calm all the time. very important, haerin is very smiley around you too! like with her members she’s just kinda 🫢 and with you she goes 🤭

family (does she want one)- go play with barbies pls

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- who doesn’t?! tbh holding hands is all the pda you’re getting with haerin, sorry not sorry

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- kinda freezes and blinks really slowly? not a single thought in that brian of hers, doesn’t know what to do at all

jokes (does she like to joke around)- kinda? if you like do it first, haerin might do a little joke on you back, but she’s never the one to start it

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- cheek kisses mostly 👍🫡 keep it legal bro

love (what’s her love language)- touch!!! in the sense that during the day, she likes to be touching you somehow. like sliding her arm around you and laying her head on your shoulder, or patting your head gently <33 yes, touch 🫶🫶

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- you two totally volunteered at some pet shelter, and she met so many cats! haerin was very smitten before that, but after the volunteer work it’s like she didn’t know she could be that in love

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- you know how little puppies (or kittens for that matter) sleep in like a pile of puppies? well you’re a two people pile, keeping each other warm

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- the kitty like behaviour, come on. i’m certain haerin meows at you if on a rare occasion you do something she doesn’t like

pet names (what does she like to call you)- because you probably call her kitty or something like that, she calls you her kitten! okay but if you get under her skin she says you’re a old grandma living with cats

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- haerin likes slow walks in the park! take my word for it, she told me herself

rush (does she rush into things)- rush into what bestie? give the child time bruh she rushed out of the crib if anything

secrets (how open is she with you)- it depends kinda? i would really say haerin is a closed off person but like expressing emotions comes a bit hard to her, saying stuff about her (especially sensitive things) is a little tough

time (how long did it take her to confess)- somewhere between 2 weeks and 2 years (haerin was having her moment ok.)

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- similar to injuries actually, haerin needs to process your behaviours. let’s be honest, you don’t get mad at her, so it’s not that bad even if she’s not sure how to react

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- haerin isn’t really keen on coming out, mostly because she’s afraid of what the public would do to her group and you

warrior (how often do you fight)- is silent treatment considered fighting? because that’s the most you do tbh haerin isn’t the type to raise her voice at you

x-ray (is she able to read you)- read you yes. act upon what she saw? depends

yes (how would she propose to you)- she’s two go look somewhere else

zen (what makes her feel calm)- you being calm too ok. if you’re happy, haerin is happy too <33

part of [the fluff series]

[alice3876]

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[blu-joons]

DATING DAY6 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kang Younghyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Younghyun is very much a gentleman and his affection will reflect this. He’ll keep you close to him as often as he can, and constantly give you kisses to remind you that he loves you and that he’s right there beside you.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

You knew that Younghyun was popular amongst most people, so when he first started talking to you, you thought he was just being polite. He definitely tried to drop a few hints that he liked you, but you were convinced that was how he treated most people, unaware of just how special you were becoming in his eyes.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

He ended up confessing to you when he began to feel you get quite distant. He was worried that he’d done something wrong, so when you told him you were confused about the signals, he was sending you, he decided to make them clear. You were kicking yourself as he told you how he felt for thinking that he’d treat everyone so kindly or that he would be so kind to you if there wasn’t some ulterior motive behind it.

D ⇴ DATES

Every week, Younghyun would try and work at least one date night into his busy schedule. He loved to take you out to dinner more than anything else, he’d pick you up at your house and make sure that he always dressed smartly. At the restaurant, he’d always pull your chair out for you and be able to pinpoint exactly what you wanted on the menu. Dates with Younghyun often left you speechless, you weren’t quite sure how you ever managed to get so lucky in finding him, but you always made sure to treasure him.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were the first relationship Younghyun had been in, which often worried him. He wanted to make sure that he was the perfect boyfriend, he was always scared about making mistakes or doing something wrong. His biggest concern was neglecting you, he wanted to be transparent with you that he was a busy guy, and even though you often reminded him that you would be fully supporting of his career, he couldn’t help but feel bad that there were so often times when you’d go a while without seeing or hearing from him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you didn’t tend to argue often, it was hard to find the time to speak to each other sometimes, let alone argue. It surprised Younghyun how little the two of you argued, he’d often expect for you to shout at him when he finally found the time to see you after weeks apart, but instead you’d sit him down and make sure that he was looking after himself. He never quite knew what to say when you were so kind to him, he’d always prepare himself to defend why he hadn’t made much time for you only to come to you and be cared for. You’d sit and listen to how everything was going with him, making sure he was healthy.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You knew that he was only an only child, so his family wanted the best for him. Knowing they lived abroad too meant that you only got to meet them over video call. That didn’t change the fact though that they could see how happy Younghyun was to be around you, which meant they instantly adored you too.

H ⇴ HOME

He was keen to find a place for the two of you, but he was worried in amongst his busy schedule that you’d end up spending so much time alone. Knowing that the boys were at the dorm was a huge relief for him as he knew they’d keep you company, but yet again, you were understanding, and happily lived wherever Younghyun was.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you’ came from Younghyun after a long day with you. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d seen you properly, but seeing you was exactly what he needed to pick himself back up. He couldn’t help but utter those three words at the end of the evening before he left, making sure you knew how thankful he was.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Younghyun wasn’t someone who often got jealous, he trusted you and was happy to give you a bit of space from time to time. The most he’d get jealous about was your friends whenever they got to spend more time with you. He hated missing out, he hated that you’d end up having to go to gatherings and parties without him. As much as he’d pretend that he was fine about it, he wanted to be there by your side, so when work called instead, he was jealous that you got to meet up with everyone whilst he was left behind.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having a family was a big deal for Younghyun, he’d told you that from the start. Being an only child, he knew it was up to him to give his parents grandchildren, which was something he desperately wanted to do. He was in no rush, he knew with you that your relationship was a long-term thing and that when the time was right for the two of you then having children would happen, and his family would be complete.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

He loves to make you laugh more than anything else in the world, he always prays that your life is full of happiness and smiles. If he’s been away from you for a while, then he’ll always tell a joke on the radio because he knows that you’ll be listening. He loves to tickle you too when he wants to hear your laugh, sometimes the two of you will just be laid in a comfortable silence, when all of a sudden, his hands will attack your sides because he wants to be able to hear your laugh and put a smile back on his own face.

M ⇴ MISSING

Over time, the distance becomes a natural thing for the two of you. As much as he wants to spend all of his time with you, he knows that he can’t, but he always tries to make it up to you. It doesn’t matter to him how understanding you are, he wants you to know how appreciative he is. Deliveries will often appear at your door from him as a sign of his thankfulness towards you for being there for him. You don’t realise the effect you have on him sometimes, but just knowing he has someone waiting for him at home is a huge comfort for him having spent so long away from his family. As soon as he sees you for the first time, his arms will be around you straight away, enjoying the feeling of your touch back around him.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

More than anything else, Younghyun just tends to call you ‘love,’ it’s the simple things that he loves. Whilst you often have nicknames for him, if you want to annoy him, ‘Brian’ will always come out to tease him.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your body; he loves how perfectly it moulds against yours when you lie together and loves to explore everything about you with his hands.

P ⇴ PDA

Younghyun isn’t afraid of being affectionate with public if it means that it needs to keep you safe. His arms will often protect you from any attention that comes your way, whilst he’s happy sharing things with you and the fans, he’s very clear that there’s a line, and his arms will definitely push people back if they overstep it.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He questions you the most when he wants to know if you’re alright. When he’s away from you, he worries a lot, so he’ll often check in at various points throughout the day to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Before he goes on tour, Younghyun will write out lots of little notes to leave around the house for you to read. Whilst he can’t be there in person to say these things, he hopes that when you’re feeling down and read through them it will almost be as good as having him there. You always make sure to save them all, and whenever you’re missing him, you’ll dig them all out and read through each and every one.

S ⇴ SEX

Younghyun tends to be the more dominant one between the two of you, he likes to be in control and make you feel as if you’re being well looked after than the other way around. He’ll always put your needs ahead of his own, he makes sure to take his time with you and make sure that you know how much you mean to him. He’s never one to be quick with intimacy, he knows it’s something that should be treasured and special.

T ⇴ TEXTS

He texts you quite a lot to make sure that you know he’s doing alright, but to also make sure you are too. If there’s an artist at the station that he knows you like too, he’ll make sure to send you some photos and maybe even give you a call.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were incredibly understanding of Younghyun’s career which was what he was most thankful for. In such a successful time, love had always been the things that had abandoned him until he met you, and now it was all complete.

V ⇴ VACATION

When the time for a holiday came around, you gave him little choice but to take you to Canada. You wanted him to be able to see his family and reunite with all his friends. You were desperate to meet them and listen to all the stories that they had to share about Younghyun, no matter how embarrassed it all made him.

W ⇴ WHINING

Not once did Younghyun ever whine around you, he was far too appreciative of all the things you already did for him to start expecting more from you.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Younghyun loved to kiss you as often as possible, he definitely used kisses as a resource to let you know how he was feeling. You always made sure to appreciate when you felt his lips rest against your skin. He’d often fall asleep absentmindedly with his lips resting against you, it quickly became a habit for him to tuck into the crook of your neck and lay there whilst pressing kisses against the exposed part of your skin.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one to complete the puzzle of his dreams.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

At night, you always made sure that Younghyun went to sleep as quickly as possible. You knew how hard he’d work, and despite his protests that he wanted to spend some time awake with you, you’d refuse and instruct him to sleep.

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Masterlist

[this-song-thats-only-for-you]

Christmas In July: A Christmas To Remember.

Summary: Brian had planned everything for Christmas Day down to the tee. You’re heavily pregnant and due NYE, but the baby had other plans and throws his day into turmoil.

Pairing: Brian Kang x female reader

Genre: Fluff / Christmas Cheer

Warnings: none.

A/N: Please join us once again with our Christmas In July Collab / Tradition. Here is the first story and you can find the second story here. On @prettywordsyouleft blog. I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 1429

  It was a strange sensation, knowing you had many things planned and yet were unable to conduct them in the ways you used to. You begrudgingly turned over Christmas Day plans to your husband, knowing that you were in no shape to do them yourself.

You enjoyed the festivities every year as they rolled around, although this time would be the last one as a duo. Rubbing your hand gently over your stomach you smiled, excitement filling your body as within the week you would be meeting your little bundle in person.

“Hey, don’t go making little Kang prefer their Mum over their Dad.”

Brian teased, stepping into the room with a smile on his face as he reached out to rub your stomach in a circular motion. He crouched down quickly, his ear on your stomach as he began to talk.

“Now don’t forget your Daddy loves you just as much as Mummy. I cannot wait to meet you, just stay in there until the new year.”

You chuckled, noting the slight panic in his voice as your stomach moved towards his head.

“I think Little Kang has a mind of their own, don’t you?”

“I think you’re correct Mrs. Kang. I just want tomorrow to go without a hitch and then they have free rein on when to come into the world.”

Brian stood up, his arms now wrapping around you tenderly as he left a kiss on your cheek.

“Tomorrow will be fine.”

“It better be. I’ve planned everything in your steed, and I want you to enjoy the day.”

You reassured him, gently patting his shoulder as you turned to walk back towards your bedroom. Brian followed behind you, quickly placing his arm around you to help keep your balance. The struggled of full-term pregnancy were starting to come into play.

“I’m fine. Let’s rest and tomorrow will come sooner. I’m excited to see what you have planned for everyone.” Swatting his hand away playfully as you sat down on your bed. A sigh left you as your body began to relax. You opened your mouth to ask for help, yet Brian was already there, undoing your shoes. You smiled gratefully at his assistance.

“What would I do without you?”

“Go to bed with your shoes on for one?” He scrunched his nose up playfully as he removed your shoes and placed them at the end of the bed.

“Let’s sleep, and finally we can find out what Santa has in store for us.”

 ---

The smell of cookies stirred you from your sleep, your stomach growling eagerly at the scent.

“Okay little Kang, up we get.”

It took you a little longer than it used to, but within twenty minutes you were up and out of the bed, dressing gown on and making your way into the kitchen. The closer you came to the hub of your home, the more you could sense the different aromas filling the space. Your stomach grumbled louder this time, wanting in on the delicious food.

“Okay, let’s see what Daddy has been up to.” You patted your stomach softly in agreeance, only to be met with a sharp pain that almost had you to the ground. The pain was gone as soon as it had arrived. Shaking it off you headed towards your husband who was busy preparing a feast.

“What do we have here?”

Brian jumped back, startled by your presence. “You were supposed to be sleeping! Merry Christmas Baby.”

He walked towards you, his eyes barely noticeable as he smiled broadly, enveloping you in a hug as he kissed the top of your head.

“It was the cookies, wasn’t it?” he mumbled into your ear, a chuckle leaving his mouth soon after.

“How did you know?”

Brian shrugged before ushering you into the living room, the tree overtaken with presents underneath.

“Santa has been busy.” You gasped as your eyes washed over the room. You were sure it wasn’t like this when you had both gone to bed last night. “Did you even get any sleep?”

“Enough. Sit. And open this.”

Brian helped you sit down on the couch as he handed you a present you hadn’t seen.

“I wanted to get through some of the gifts before the others arrive. Everything is cooking and well under way. I followed your recipes, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried. I trust you.”

“That’s not what you said a couple of weeks ago.” Brian teased as he nudged your side playfully.

“Call it baby brain. Everything is perfect.”

Brian smiled that lopsided grin of his that always made your heart flutter, before nudging you a second time, to open the present on your lap.

You gave in and continued to pull the wrapping paper off. A gasp left your lips at what was inside.

“Do you like it?”

“Of course! I love it!”

Tears welled in your eyes at the gift in your hands as Brian let out a sigh of relief, neither of you knew he was holding.

“I’m glad.”

“Thank you.” You turned to face him, the tears now escaping down your cheeks as you kissed his lips tenderly, not letting go of the photo frame.

It was a simple wooden frame, but what had made you so emotional was the engraving on the edge “First Family Photo”.

The morning went by in a blur, Brian continued to prepare the meal for the two of you and your guests, and your stomach pains came and went regularly. You didn’t want to ruin all of the hard work he had put into Christmas day, so you didn’t utter a word.

“So Jae and Becky are on their way and will be here within twenty minutes. Do you think I’ve done enough?”

Brian asked you, drying his hands off with the tea towel before turning around.

But you weren’t there.

“Babe, where are you?” He was sure you were there only a moment ago.

He left the kitchen to find you hunched over the back of the couch, rushing to your side immediately at your discomfort.

“What is it? Is it the baby?”

Panic had started to take hold.

You nodded your head aggressively, still hunched over the back of the couch as you breathed through what you realized now was a contraction.

“My waters broke,” you breathed through another contraction “And I don’t think he’s going to wait any longer.”

“Okay. Okay, let’s not panic. Just remember your breathing Babe,” he placed his hand on your lower back, rubbing it soothingly and he continued to breathe with you “hee-hoo, hee-hoo.”

You knew Brian was only trying to help, but at this very moment you could kill him.

“Brian Kang, if you so much as breathe that way one more time, by god you won’t be around to enjoy another Christmas.”

He stilled instantly.

“I’m sorry, please just get me to the hospital. Now.”

“Yep, okay. Hospital. Got it.”

Brian nodded, instantly going into the hospital plan you had both agreed upon. Grabbing your bag and then guiding you out of the house into the car, you made your way to the hospital to meet your son.

 A few hours later and you had all but forgotten the pain and panic of the labor as you both looked towards your son. He was so tiny in your arms, his hat covering his face almost completely as he slept soundly wrapped up in a blanket.

“He’s perfect.” You gushed, your fingertip gently running along his cheek.

“And you’re amazing.”

Brian kissed your lips tenderly, all the amazement and wonder seeping through to you in that very touch.

“I’m sorry your Christmas Day didn’t turn out how you had planned.”

“Don’t apologize. This is much better than I could have imagined Y/N. our son is here.”

“Mm,” you hummed before continuing “But what about all the food you cooked? It’s all gone to waste!”

“Shh. There’s no need to worry.”

Brian soothed you, squeezing onto the bed alongside you as he pulled out his phone and made a video call. Within a minute, familiar faces greeted you.

“Congratulations!” “Merry Christmas!” “Let me see him!”

All echoed through the hospital room as Jae, Becky and Wonpil greeted you from the screen. Jae’s through a mouthful of roast turkey. Becky nudged him, making him choke slightly as he spoke with a mouth full of food.

“At least it’s not going to waste. You really have thought of everything!”

“Well I wanted to make it a Christmas to remember, and now it most definitely is.”

[kiri-ah]

Fly Me To The Moon k.yh

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A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this drabble for a while now, it’s been on my “to write” list for a hot second. I’m happy to finally get it into the world. For best experience please listen to Brian’s cover of Fly Me To The Moon here!

Maybe moving to this tiny town for college wasn’t so bad. Everything is situated around the campus, so you can get everything you need quickly. You share a dorm with two girls, but you don’t see them much. That’s fine. If they want to be out with their toys all the time and never study or come home, that’s on them. There’s one other reason why you like being alone. Him. He comes underneath your window every night and sings to you. He’s never even spoken, just shows up at 9 PM and sings. If you have all of your lights off and the window closed, he doesn’t make any noise at all. It’s very considerate of him, really. Sort of gentlemanly. 

Most nights he sings songs about love and pining and such. You don’t know most of them, actually, and more than once you’ve wondered if he writes them himself. Tonight comes a song that you recognize from your Grandpa’s playlist. Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. His voice comes, warm and smooth, and you feel yourself relax. When he gets to the trumpet solo, you hear the clear notes flat up through the air and you wonder with some shock if he can play trumpet too. It sounds slightly off though. After all this time, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stick your head out the second-story window and look down.

Below you stands a man with short brown hair, eyes closed as he moves his mouth, no trumpet in sight. You realize that he’s making the trumpet sounds with his voice. He looks utterly focused and at the same time utterly relaxed; happy. 

He sings the chorus one last time and holds the last notes for an eternity, it seems. When it finally fades into the air, his eyes open and he looks up at your window. He seems surprised when he sees you there. You suppose that makes sense, since you’ve never looked out at him before. You smile. 

“Y/N?” he calls up. “I’m Brian, I’m in your art history class. I sort of have a really big crush on you, and I was wondering if you would go on a date some time? Maybe?” He smiles, hopeful, and you grin back. 

“Sure, Brian from art history. Let’s go on a date some time. Here, let me give you my number.” You make a paper airplane and write your contact information on it, then toss it down to him. It miraculously flies right to him and he snatches it from the air.

“Great! I’ll text you!” He waves and walks to a car parked on the street. You watch him drive away as you hum to yourself. 

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars

@kunrengui​

[pesiko]

YOUNG K FIC RECS

ONESHOTS

The Handsome Stranger - mountain resort vacation [4.9k]

Join Forces - part of Got7’s Airforce7 AU [3.6k]

Band Sessions: Young K - wanting to go to his studio [2.6k]

On a Roof - one day Young K caught you smoking [2.5k]

A Normal Frame of Mind - a conversation about sex [2.1k]

Out of the Storm - “finally we did something abt us” [1.9k]

At an Arcade - [1.8k]

DRABBLES

He’s Been Like that All Day - ft moping Wonpil [.9k]

Damned if I Do Ya, Damned if I Don’t - angsty [.9k]

Screwed - finding out he can read minds [.8k]

Expensive - wedding night, quite suggestive [.8k]

Stop Questioning My Life Choices - buttered toast [.6k]

Uniform - bad boy AU, sneaking into school [.6k]

Just Rest - work emails [.6k]

Lost Time - vampire AU [.5k]

You’re my Star - sleepless nights thinking about you [.3k]

Barging In - neighbor AU

SERIES

Spiritual Connection - ghost AU, old manor {5}

To Be Continued - {10}

MULTIPARTERS

Are You Five & If I Could Go Back I Wouldn’t Change Anything

Rough (But Just Around the Edges) - lunch, bad boy Brian & It Doesn’t Bother Me, Does it Bother You?

TIMESTAMPS

7:24am - soulmate

12:47pm - backpacking through Europe

3:55pm - when he just gets up

4:28pm - absolutely adorable

4:55pm - “definitely”

8:46pm - hot chocolate and burnt tongues

10:18pm - shampoo

TEXTS

Friends to Lovers - “I’m telling your mom”

Enemies to Lovers - “come cling on me”

Frenemy Texts w Young K

Young K Can’t Find His S/O

BULLETPOINTS

Bad Boy!Young K

Barista!Young K

Boyfriend!Young K

College AU Young K

Convenience Store AU Young K

Enemies to Lovers!Young K

First Draft - fantasy AU

Halloween!Young K

Highschool!Young K

Mechanic!Young K

Restaurant AU Young K

Single Dad!Young K

Soccer Player!Young K

UniStudent!Young K

Young K Date Night

Young K as Your Boyfriend

[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-20-21

[livewithgratitude]

🌷🦊 for younghyun: comfy spot

You’re curled up in his arms, your head resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath you. The warmth of his body wraps around you, and the soft sound of his heartbeat is like a lullaby, soothing you into a perfect stillness. His fingers trace small, playful circles on your back, sending little shivers through your body.

“Are you planning on falling asleep on me again?” Brian’s voice is teasing, light with the usual playful smirk that you can almost hear in his tone. His breath tickles your ear, and you can’t help but grin.

“You’re too comfy,” you mumble, burying your face further into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something that’s just... him. “How am I supposed to resist?”

“Good excuse,” he chuckles, his lips brushing against the top of your head. “But I’m not sure I’m buying it. You just like my warmth too much, don’t you?”

You look up at him, your eyes narrowing in mock seriousness. “Maybe... But you definitely have a good spot right here.” You poke his chest, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Brian laughs softly, shifting his position so you’re both more tangled up in the sheets. “Is this all it takes to get you this close? A little warmth and a comfy spot?”

“Maybe,” you tease, lifting your head slightly so your lips brush against his shirt. “But I’m still not sure. You’ve got to try harder.”

Brian raises an eyebrow, his gaze flickering with mischief. “Oh, I’m up for the challenge.”

He leans down, brushing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering a moment longer than usual. “Is this harder enough?”

Your breath hitches at the tenderness in his touch, and you bite back a smile. “I think I might need a bit more proof.”

With a grin that tells you exactly how much he loves this back-and-forth, Brian shifts again, his lips now just a whisper away from yours. “How about this, then?”

You roll your eyes dramatically, but there’s no mistaking the soft giggle that escapes you when his lips finally meet yours. You melt into him, the world outside of this little cocoon disappearing as his kisses grow slower, deeper, and more knowing.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his smile light and mischievous. “Told you I could do better.”

You smile, not even trying to hide the warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he replies, eyes twinkling.

[wulfies-kpop-fanfics]

Yellow Umbrella → Kang Younghyun

↳  Pairing: Brian/Younghyun x Reader

↳  Word count: 697

↳ Notice: Based on How I Met Your Mother. Can/Will count as spoilers for the show!

⁙  Summary: Standing on a train platform in the rain under your yellow umbrella, your life changes forever.

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Over the years, your yellow umbrella had taken quite an adventure throughout the world. You thought you had lost it forever ago when you were living in Toronto, having forgotten it in your drunken haze, dragged to some club for St. Patrick's day by one of your friends. It was gone for months until it mysteriously reappeared in your apartment around Christmas almost two years later. 

While it wasn't uncommon for you to misplace things, it was strange how your silly bright yellow umbrella had managed to disappear and reappear in your life like that. After moving to Seoul, you had finally managed to keep it with you, now a prized possession and kept close to you at all times. 

You knew in your heart that this umbrella would maybe lead to your own adventure, where the bright yellow waterproof barrier maybe wouldn't leave you behind. So you kept it. 

It had all come to a head when you were standing on a nearly deserted train platform one night, violin case in hand. The rain was plummeting from the sky in thick, heavy drops. You stood underneath your trusty yellow umbrella, listening and watching the tracks for the lights of the train that would take you home. You had enough of drama-filled gigs, deciding to finally resign yourself to joining an orchestra. So much for your solo career.

"Hi there," the timid voice brought you back to the present world, watching a tall man with high cheekbones and a sheepish smile getting pelted with the rain. His red hair was soaked against his face, and you thought he may have been rushing through the storm for a while.

"Oh," you quickly lifted your umbrella in a silent offer. He quickly took it, joining you under its protection and holding the umbrella above you so he could stand up straight. "Hi there, I hope you don't catch a cold!" 

"I think you might have just saved me from one," he laughed, adjusting the way he was standing to give you personal space. As you observed him through the dark, you noticed he had a guitar case strapped to his back. "I liked your performance." 

You blushed. "You saw that? I feel really embarrassed about playing the violin for nine hours in a dead coffee shop," 

"Everyone starts somewhere," he said, smiling down at you. "You're talented." 

"Thank you,'' you had barely known this man for five minutes and he is already making your heart beat rapidly, but your eyebrows furrow in confusion when his smile fades to something akin to realization. 

"Wait a second," he says softly. "This is my umbrella!"

"What? No way, it's mine, I remember buying it!" You begin to laugh, but you quiet down when he shakes his head.

"I left this at my ex's place before I moved to Seoul!" 

Your smile fades a little. "Wait, what?"

"Y-yeah! See, these are my initials on the handle. KY for Kang Younghyun." He pointed to his side of the umbrella, the label pasted on clear as day. 

"But here are mine, (Letter) (Letter) for (Y/N) (L/N). I lived in Toronto up until two years ago." You're looking up at him with your finger on your own label when the epiphany also dawns on him. "Although, I did lose it for a while," 

"At a dance club on St. Patrick's Day… that's where I found it!" He beams at you, realizing the amazing chance that this all could happen. "You're Jessica's roommate," his voice is soft, memories coming back to him. There's something in his eyes. As if he had found something he had spent his entire life searching for.

"Yeah, I… I left it there," 

"And you never thought you'd see it again," Younghyun said softly, his tone nearly like a guess, looking you right in the eyes. 

"I never thought I'd see it again," you repeated. A thought entered your head as you both looked at each other, "funny how… you just… find things." 

Younghyun listened to you, and it took a few seconds before he spoke again. He took in a deep breath and smiled shyly, "hi," 

You giggled quietly. "Hi."

[dearly-somber]

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

---

After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

[thealexalcala]

Part 59 : Fox prince gumiho

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Sweet Chaos

Youngk x Yn

Music. That is about the only thing Brian Kang and YN YLN have in common. And frankly, she has no interest in learning more about the boy she has deemed Mr. Perfect. Fate, however, does not seem to be in her favor when she finds they have been assigned to write and produce together. It can only lead to sweet chaos.

*times and dates do matter*

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[dowoonie-namjoonie]

Day6 When They Fell For You

A/N: This is just for fun, I don't own these gifs or these people. We love Day6 for their talents and such... I feel like this is shitty, but I'm having fun!

Warning: Drinking and minor language.

Jae:

At your and Jae's wedding.

His vows were about how both of you crackheads met.

Around four years ago Jae went to this launch party for JYP.

You, fortunately enough, knew all the right people.

So you got an invite to this momentous party.

Momentous is an overstatement.

Of course, the party was absolutely boring.

Considering the only things to do was eat, drink, and sway to the music.

Although you were there to drool over hot guys.

Anywho, the night was so boring you took matters into your own hands.

Going over to the free bar, you grabbed as many drinks as your person could hold.

You even snuck full bottles of wine and such too...

All while Jae watched you do this.

From the other side of the party hall was Jae.

He stood tall above all of the other bandmates.

More importantly, he was utterly tired of this party.

When he saw you take all that alcohol, he knew something big was coming.

Indeed something was.

By the end of the night, you were on top of a table scream-singing Who's Your Mama by JYP himself.

The table you were standing on, by the way, was where JYP (and all the executives) were sitting.

Most people were enraged by your drunken outburst, this was a "sophisticated" party.

Sophisticated my ass

The only person who'd been laughing, enjoying you was Jae.

He couldn't help but take notice of you in general.

You were everything he wanted in a girl, short, petite, and along the lines of crackhead energy.

There was just something about you completely embarrassing yourself while drunk that made Jae swoon for you.

The vibe you were giving to him never felt better.

Although all good things must come to an end.

Security guards escorted you out, but not without a fight.

Eventually, they got you out of the venue, Jae following close behind.

Jae just wanted to make sure you were actually okay.

When he saw you outside, sitting on the ground, head against a wall.

He realized you were too drunk to walk home.

This sweet, tall, chicken boy totally took care of you.

Taking you back to his small apartment, getting you water and food, and making sure you had a place for the night.

If it wasn't for him, you would probably end up dead in a ditch.

From that day forward, Jae was determined to make you his all because of your drunk ass.

Four years later, and you're married to the Chicken.

Sungjin:

You and Sungjin have been friends for a hell of a long time.

Even before he became a trainee.

Both of you met in high school, in a music class specifically.

Ironically, you were too good at music.

Especially the part where your teacher made you sing for a grade.

Everything about your singing voice was flawed.

Your pitch was off.

Your bridges tended to fall, metophorically and phsically.

You just couldn't sing.

Long story short, Sungjin helped you with the project.

And from that unfortunate project, bloomed a long-lasting friendship.

So you thought.

A few years later...

Sungjin was now a proper musician.

Not shocking, he has brilliant talent.

You worked as a teacher.

For the sole reason you thought teachers sucked, so you wanted to prove that not all of them do.

Both you and he shared an apartment based on the closeness you had.

Sungjin performed anywhere he got the chance.

He loved his job singing and playing the guitar to songs he wrote and covers.

That boy is living his dream.

However...

With a dream, there must be an obstacle.

One night after performing at a music festival, someone had come up to him dissing his singing.

Practically telling him he's the equal of singing garbage.

SO!

When he came home that night, he was in the worst mood imaginable.

You'd never expect him to be so insecure, but he was.

One hate comment had him rethinking his career choices.

Obviously, you saw the glum face.

When you asked him what's wrong he shrugged you off, saying it was nothing.

You knew better than that. You knew him too well.

After a few minutes of annoying the shit out of him, he combusted.

He told you everything.

Your first reaction to this was to kill the guy who said this to him, but I digress.

Sungin went in a febrile, frenzy about how he nothing when it came to singing.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

You said what he needed to hear.

"You're a dumbass."

After that comment, you went into a whole rant about how talented he actually is.

Listing everything he's done to get to this point in life.

Sungjin, nonetheless, was taken aback by you.

He probably wasn't expecting your crazy ass to go off on him like that.

More importantly, your crazy ass proved that you believed in him.

At that moment, Sungjin's heart started to pound at your rant.

God, he hadn't realized it before, but you cared so damn much about him.

You believed in him.

Something took over Sungjin.

Next moment you were yelling at him for thinking lesser of his talents.

The other you were silent.

Sungjin had pulled you in for a suave kiss.

He didn't even realize he did it either.

Both of you were equally as shocked as each other.

That was the day your friendship had come crumbling down...

Younghyun:

You found Kang Younghyun immensely annoying.

And so freaking good looking.

You'd first met him in your Intro to Marketing class.

Anytime the teacher asked a question he'd raise his hand first, begging to get called on.

He definitely kissed the teacher's ass.

From day one, he would talk all the time.

Majority of the time, distracting you from the lesson on the board.

Goodness, he messed with you all the time too.

Passing notes in class to say you stunk or throwing stuff at you in class.

To say the least, you did not consider him your friend.

Even the school acknowledged that you were enemies.

In your class, he was always the top score, and you right below in second place.

You don't know why he started to pick on you.

Never understood it.

Brian, on other hand, had a different reason.

Most definitely, he didn't consider you to be a bitch.

Or even smelly.

Brian only made fun of you because he likes you.

Secretly.

It all started during freshman orientation for your college.

All those months ago, you used to be nervous about the intimidating college.

Younghyun saw you from afar.

You looked so small, in need of help.

Yet, a look of daring, confidence in your eyes.

The student council of the college decided to plan some games for the freshmen coming in.

Younghyun and you were assigned to the same group.

The whole time, his eyes were on you, feeling attracted to you.

The first game you had to do was a scavenger hunt.

You quickly became friends with some girl, going along with her.

The second game was a talent circle.

Brian sang, of course, and you sat and watched.

You didn't have a particular talent.

Then, the night winded down.

The third, and final game, was a chatting session.

All of the people in your group ate and drank together.

Together just having a bash.

Brian couldn't help it.

He had his eyes on you the whole night.

What kicked him into high gear was your laugh.

Some goofball in the group had told this story about how he shit his pants at an amusement park.

Jesus, it was such a funny story snot was shooting out of your nose.

Brian noticed the way you laughed, you didn't cover your mouth.

You didn't care what anyone thought of you.

You just let yourself have fun.

You were just his type.

Wonpil:

Weird story?

Both of you don't know each other.

One could say both of you believe in love at first sight.

I digress.

Even if you didn't know each other, both of you had something in common.

JYP Entertainment employed both of you.

Wonpil a member of Day6 being the keyboard synthesizer.

You were a girl group trainee.

Neither of you came into contact that much.

Occasionally, you'd pass by each other but wouldn't give it much thought.

Until one day...

Finally, today was the last trial before your debut.

A period of assurance that your group was good enough.

It played out like it always did, your group danced to a cover then feedback would follow.

Unfourtantly, the spotlight on you.

The officials at JYP didn't think your dancing was what it takes to be an idol.

Everyone else in your group was fine.

You weren't good enough.

Every word that came out of the judge's mouth, broke your heart.

That meant you had to stay as a trainee for even longer.

Once everyone had left the room, you broke.

Completely.

On the ground crying and everything.

It felt like, all your hard work was for nothing.

Wonpil just got done practice for a new Day6 comeback.

He was walking down the hallways of JYP's building, getting ready to eat lunch with Dowoon.

However, he was stopped.

Stopped with the sound of sobbing.

Wonpil's a nice guy, he hates to see people sad, even if he doesn't know them.

Investigating the noise he saw you.

In one of the many dance practice rooms on the ground.

At first, he thought you were in pain, quickly rushing over to you.

Then he realized you weren't

Wonpil comforted you, even if you didn't know each other.

Somehow he got the truth out of you.

His advice was good.

He told you to fight for what you loved to do.

Maybe his advice was good because he was a trainee himself before.

After you finally calmed down, Wonpil had offered you to come to dinner with him.

You accepted the offer. Becoming friends with him that day forward.

A week went by after the incident.

Wonpil, once again, was getting ready to go to dinner.

He heard loud noises.

This time it was music.

Making his way to the dance practice room, he saw you.

Going through practiced choreography

Wonpil smiled to himself, happy you didn't give up on your dream.

You looked headstrong as you danced in front of the mirror.

Determined to prove the judges wrong.

Well

There was nothing Wonpil liked more than a girl sure about her future.

Luckily he snagged your number at dinner last week.

Dowoon:

This kid is shy as hell.

It was hard for you not to fall for him first.

At last, you did not.

Like Sungjin

You guys met in high school.

Imagine Dowoon in a uniform, I'm crying🙃!

Dowoon was the quiet kid in class, he didn't get much attention for that.

You, on the other hand, were the loudest kid in class.

Constantly, you were talking and telling jokes.

Even poking fun at the teachers.

You're the life of the class.

Dowoon and you were polar opposites.

Interestingly enough, he began to like you.

Class was normal.

No one paid attention.

At the end of class was when it got interesting.

The teachers assigned students to stay after and clean up.

You and Dowoon were spontaneously picked.

Neither of you cared frankly.

After class.

Dowoon was silent, per usual, cleaning the desks off.

You were mopping the floors.

Every minute, you would throw glances in his direction.

Odd, that he didn't talk much.

You assumed he wasn't going to start a conversation.

So, you took matters into your own hands.

"What's your name?"

That was rather loud.

He replied in a near whisper.

You noticed his ears were read just by one question.

You giggled at his cuteness.

For the rest of the cleaning session, you talked his ear off.

Barely any words or sentences came out of his mouth.

You were worried, however.

You felt bad that you were talking too much.

Easily getting embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

"No, no...I don't mind."

Dowoon enjoyed the fact you talked his ear off.

Usually, kids in their class avoided him.

But you

You didn't mind talking to him.