#Kpop fanficition

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Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.6)

Pt.5 || Pt.7

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: When you both sit back down, Jungkook is quiet- like he's lost in thought. "So...who's Lisa?" You ask, pretending to be completely oblivious. "She's...just a mutual friend between Rosé and I." Again, it seems like a topic he'd rather avoid. "Alrighty..." You say, pursing your lips.

- You look down at your hand and can't help but smile. Oh, how easy it is to get carried away and forget that none of this organic....but is it so bad to dream?

You slept the most solidly last night than you have in months- even before you came to Korea, you had horrible insomnia from just how much stress you've been under. As you fell asleep, you played and replayed the events of your evening frame by frame, reliving the fun conversation and laughters...and even that strange moment between him and that girl, Rosé. He seemed so...evasive when you asked him who Lisa was. You quickly shoved it to the back of your mind, not really wanting to let it spoil the great evening you had with Jungkook.

You're awakened by your phone buzzing against your bedside table, though you aren't bothered at all the way you usually would be. Residual contentment from last night, you suppose. You look at the screen to see who it is and your joy only grows when you see it's B/f/n. You answer the facetime with a big smile, "Heeeeey." "Wait a minute, you're not grumpy this morning or crabby. What's going on?" She asks, a knowing smile on her face. You don't respond, you simply lift up your left hand and show her Jungkook's ring. Her eyes widen and she begins cheering, "NO FREAKING WAY. Did Jungkook give that to you?!" She asks. You nod, "Yes. Last night- it was after dessert, we were in the car-" "Wait, after dessert!?" "Yeah, After dinner we got dessert at-" "DINNER!?" She gets more and more excited with ever passing second, "One day without a call and I miss all the good stuff!" She whines, causing you to laugh. "I know- I gotta tell you, this guy is way different than I thought." "Is he fabulous? Are you falling in love?" She asks, propping her chin up on her hand. "I- I wouldn't say that..." You blush, feeling very vulnerable with that question. You've only known the guy for about a week- you're definitely not in love with him...but you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't kind of starting to...warm up to him considerably.

"Ugh...I wish you could just be here so I could tell you everything in person," You sigh. She purses her lips as though she wants to say something but won't spit it out. You narrow your eyes at her, "Wait- what is it? What are you not saying?" "I'm not at liberty to say," She say, looking around the room she's in to avoid direct eye contact. "B/f/n," You say sternly, "Spill it." "Okay fine," She caves (without very much effort, as per usual) "Your parents are traveling to Seoul tonight," She says excitedly. You don't even know how to process what she's just said- your parents? South Korea? You can't imagine how that'll go, considering the fact that your dad won't even look at you on a video chat. "M-my parents?" How are you going to survive another week here with them also being here. "Yes, and guess what else..." Oh God, you can't even imagine what bomb she might drop next. "...what else..." You ask, pursing your lips to prepare yourself. "THEY INVITED ME TO COME ALONG!!!!!!" She exclaims. Your eyes widen and let out a little scream, "NO WAY!" You celebrate with her.

With her here, the trip will go much smoother. She'll be like a buffer between you and your parents. Surely the won't act up as much with guests around, right? "It was supposed to be a surprise but- I mean, clearly they don't know me at all if they thought I could just keep that to myself," She sighs. "You don't even know how happy you've just made me," You sigh, "It's just too bad you won't be here in time for Jungkook's party tonight. I'm gonna be in a sea of people I don't even know." "Ugh, I know. But think of it this way, tomorrow is completely ours." "You're right- I'll just hold on to the promise of tomorrow," You sigh dramatically. "Please do. Alright, my lunch break is almost over- I'll call you tonight when we're on our way to the air port- don't tell your parents I told you!" "Of course not, scout's honor. Bye!"

When she hangs up, you toss your phone next to you and sigh, staring up at the ceiling. You think about what your parents might say when they see you, what you and B/f/n might go do to pass the time, and before you know it, you're drifting off back to sleep for just a little longer.

Your head hangs upside down as you blow dry your hair, trying to hurry before the car arrives in an hour. You'd been lazy all day, opting not to do any of the items on your itinerary that your dad had planned out for today. This is the most rest you've gotten all year. You finish up with the blow dryer and then move on to thoroughly combing and straightening, then to your makeup. Before you know it, 50 minutes have gone by. As serene and calm as you were feeling this morning, now you're a ball of nerves. You've never been great in super social situations- you usually pop in, pop out, go home. Would Jungkook have an issue with you doing that with his party? Surely he wouldn't be bothered- then again, he isn't just some acquaintance or casual friend; he's literally your fiance. What are the rules? DAMMIT, WHAT ARE THE RULES!? You stand in front of the mirror and take a deep breath, "Everything's gonna be fine."

You can hear the music from a block away from the club where the party's being held, and you see a sea of cars lined up outside; men and women all dressed and ready to leave their inhibitions at the door. You feel very out of place already. "I'm sorry ma'am, I think I'm going to have to drop you off here because of all the traffic." "Oh, no worries. I can walk," You assure the driver, grabbing your purse and stepping out of the vehicle. The night air is chilly and lifts the hem of your dress ever so slightly. You walk down and get in the long line, praying it'll move quickly.

After five minutes or so of the line not movie, you hear a slightly familiar voice coming from the direction of the door. "Hey, it's you!" You turn and see the drunk guy from the ice cream parlor- Seokjin. You swallow, feeling shy. You're not really used to conversing with strangers out of the blue. "How are you?" He asks. You give a fake smile, "I'm-I'm good. Uhm, Seokjin, right?" "Please, call me Jin," He smiles back. Again, he smells like alcohol and cologne, but this time, he seems to be very coherent and lively. "Alright," You say, crossing your arms over your chest in slight discomfort. "What was your name again?" "Y/n." "Y/n, right...what a beautiful name," He says, stepping closer to you. You feel your cheeks getting hot and you want to tell him to give you some space, but it's like your voice is stuck in your throat. It's not that Jin isn't attractive- he's actually quite handsome and looks to be a sharp dresser, but you've never been one for men to approach you like that. You're more of a friends-first kind of girl. You also remember the girl who went to pick him up: the fire in her eyes, the venom in her tone- you'd hate to be at the other end of that. "Thanks," You try to keep it short, not wanting to entertain his flirtatious advancements any further.

"You really shouldn't be out here waiting. If you want, I can help you cut the line," He says, completely lacking self awareness as he casually throws his arm around you. You shake your head, "No, that's okay. That wouldn't be very fair." "Oh come on- what's not fair is Jungkook making you wait in freezing cold. What are you to him, anyway?" "I-" "She's his fiance," Namjoon steps in plucks Jin's arm off from your shoulders, letting it fall. Everyone turns and watches the exchange. Jin's eyes widen, and he turns to look at you and then back at Namjoon, "Fiance- what- I had no idea. I'm so sorry," He bows profusely, cheeks as red as yours were a second ago. You want desperately to hide behind Namjoon- relieved that he got there just in the nick of time. Namjoon rolls his eyes, "You should be apologizing to your girlfriend, ass wipe." Jin's eyes widen even more, "Please don't tell her." Namjoon waves him away and turns to you, "Sorry about that, Y/n. Follow me," He holds his arm out a good distance from himself for you to grab on, which you gladly do. You pass all the people of the line, and they all watch as you cut past them. Some have scowls on their face, some intrigue, but all watch.

"This way," Namjoon says, taking you up a staircase to a balcony that oversees the entire club. From up top, you see people upon people: dancing, drinking, and even some blatantly doing...other substances, out in the open. There's quite a few people on the balcony, though nothing close to all the bodies down on the lower level. "Oh, I guess he's down there mingling," Namjoon says, looking around and not seeing him. Some people glance at you, though they don't seem to care about your presence; they're too preoccupied with their own drinks and merriment. "Guys, this is Y/n," Namjoon says when he gets to a circle of seats in the far corner. Everyone turns and gives polite smiles, followed by a series of hello's. "What are you drinking?" Namjoon asks after you sit down. You shrug, "A beer would be great," You sigh, already feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Be right back." He leaves you with the people who'd been there first. "How do you know Jungkook?" One of them asks: a guy with slightly long lazily slicked back hair and high cheekbones asks. "I- uhm, I'm a family friend." "Oh, okay...I'm Hoseok, by the way." You nod, "Nice to meet you." "I just saw 'Kook a minute ago," A guy next to him says, "I think he went to go make a request for the DJ." It really does seem like everyone Jungkook knows is attractive because this new guy has like, the smoothest skin ever. His face is almost angelic, with beautiful eyes and brown shaggy hair- soft features for as deep of a voice as he has.

"Your drink," Namjoon says, walking up and sitting next you. You bow, "Thanks so much." You take a sip and continue looking around, trying to relax. While you really would like to drink something harder, you don't like the idea of being out of control in such an unfamiliar environment. "I- I didn't expect to see you here," You say to him. He chuckles, "Yeah, well, I- I'm not just Mr.Jeon's assistant. I'm also Jungkook's babysitter." "Ah, I see," You laugh. "A lot of people here. Jungkook seems to be very popular." "He's always been a bit of a social butterfly, I guess." "Have you known him long?" "Oh yeah, since high school. We were never friends or anything but I did know him. Plus, I've been working for his dad since I was nineteen or so." "Wow, long time." "Tell me about it," He snorts, taking a sip of his own drink, "Don't get me wrong- at his core, Jungkook's a good guy. It just takes digging through all that...horse manure to really find it." "Well, how sweet of you to say," Jungkook interrupts, walking up to you both. Namjoon doesn't even batt an eye; completely unfazed by Jungkook's literally being his boss' son. "Y/n," Jungkook says with a smile, "You should've let me know you were here." You shake your head, "No, no. I wouldn't want to distract you from your party-hosting duties. Plus, Namjoon was already keeping me company." "Oh, I'm sure," Jungkook side-eyes Namjoon.

"You gonna get out there to dance?"Jungkook asks, raising a brow at you. You're quick to shake your head, "I'm definitely not drunk enough for that." "Oh, come on. I bet-" "Jungkook, Yoongi's asking to speak to you really quickly. Need me to come along?" Namjoon interrupts, looking down at his phone with his brows furrowed, scrolling up and done intently. Jungkook sighs, "I'm sorry- he's one of our partners at the company. Do you mind?" "Not at all, go ahead," You smile. "Okay, I'll be back in 15 minutes. Start counting!" He quickly gets up and pats Namjoon's shoulder to follow him. You then take the opportunity to go downstairs and make your way to the bathroom that you'd spotted a few minutes ago at the very far corner of the club. Surprisingly, the bathroom is relatively empty, save for a couple other occupied stalls- you're glad because you have to piss like a damn racehorse. You sit down and let out a quiet sigh of relief.

As you're finishing up, you hear the main door to the bathroom open and close, with the voices of two people echoing against the tile- one of which you recognize. "He's definitely looking more mature these days," It's Jin's girlfriend- Rose, and then a voice you've never heard before, "I know. I'm glad- I thought I'd have to wait forever for him to grow the fuck up." "Wait- but what about that girl they were saying he was with right now?" "What about her?" The stranger scoffs. "I mean, Jin did say she was his fiance..." "Oh, please. That relationship isn't real. Jungkook's just being forced into it by his family so he can inherit the company. He even told me he'd back out of it if I asked. And it looks like that time is coming soon." "Damn, Lisa. You're stone cold." Lisa? THE Lisa? "I promise I can be nice- I just don't like the idea of him not being there for me anymore, you know?" "Yeah, it'll be a huge change. He's so used to following you like a little puppy." Your heart is pounding; you can't believe your ears. The boldness and disrespect- the way they're talking about him is...blood boiling. You open the stall door and walk right up to the sink. At first, they pay you no mind, that is, until you make a point of sliding off the precious engagement ring that Jungkook had given you and place it on the ledge at the bottom of the mirror so that you can wash your hands. You can practically see the moment they notice; the way Lisa's mouth falls open is priceless. "That's...a nice ring," She says. You know she recognizes it, but you act dumb, "Thank you," You say, plastering a fake smile on you face before grabbing a paper towel and drying your hands and then walking out the door.

While it was definitely a delicious moment, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. What she said wasn't completely untrue; he was bullied into this engagement by his parents, just like you were. It isn't the way a natural relationship would go, sure...but that doesn't make the rest of what she said okay. There has to be a line somewhere. You go back upstairs and find that Namjoon is sitting right where you were before he was whisked away by whatever impromptu business meeting. "Hey, where'd you run off to?" He asks. "Had to find the ladies room- is Jungkook not back yet?" You sit down next to him again. "Nope. Went off somewhere right after. You know, to tell you the truth, I hate these things." "What things?" "Parties, They suck. If it weren't because Mr.Jeon specifically asked me to come, I'd be at home right now." "What does he do at these things that requires so much supervision?" "What doesn't he do? I mean, for gosh sakes. Nineteenth birthday, he ran up his parents card buying drinks for himself and his friends, and for the rest of the damn bar. Twentieth birthday, completely trashed the banquet hall- he's lucky it was at his parents' hotel, otherwise he would've been totally arrested. But none compares to his twenty-fourth party, right after Lisa broke up with him-" Namjoon catches himself, stopping mid-sentence and looking away, "I mean- he- he just gets really wild at these functions..." "Namjoon," You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at him, "Give me the tea."

"I don't know what you're talking about," He take a drink from his cup and surveys the bottom floor, "I think I'm gonna go dance-" He tries to get up, but you put your hand on his shoulder and force him back down, "Namjoon, I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with this man. I gotta know." You look at him with pleading eyes, desperate to just be let in somehow. He sighs, "Fine," He looks around to make sure everyone is still off socializing and paying no attention, "Jungkook met Lisa during their first year of high school. They became pretty close pretty fast- he was definitely in love with her very early on but she friend zoned him pretty hard until right after their last year of high school. They were pretty inseparable and..." He trails off, biting his lip as though contemplating whether or not to continue. "Namjoon, please." "...and they even talked about getting married. He was getting ready to confront his parents about being with her and wanting to void your guys' marriage agreement, but the week before he could, she dumped him." Your heart is beating hard in your chest. So she was the one who got away... Great. Perfect. "Was it bad?" You ask, trying not to show your worry. "It was horrible. Dude went off the rails. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. During that time of his life, he was fighting some demons like you wouldn't believe. His parents had to send him to rehab because he'd picked up a nasty coke habit- I literally watched him snort off a model's ass cheeks once." "What the hell," You furrow your brows, trying to imagine Jungkook doing something so wild. Of course, you've only reconnected with him now, but even from what you've seen, he seems a lot more controlled than that.

"Why'd she do it?" "Do what?" "Break up with him." "Oh, I think she told him...it was because he needed to grow up. He was immature and irresponsible. It truly crushed him. But the rehab helped a lot and now...you," He smiles gently. "Me?" "Yeah- I mean, that's the very reason why his parents wanted this for him in the first place. He needs direction." "Direction, right." Me? I'm the direction? "Do you think he still loves her?" You ask, not even sure if you want to hear the answer yourself. He furrows his brows as though deep in thought, "I...I don't know. It's hard to tell with Jungkook. I mean, they're still friends. She's here tonight, by the way. I know they've kept in touch but I think he kind of lost hope for that relationship, honestly." You replay Lisa's words from earlier in the bathroom; how he sounded so sure she'd just up and leave...and maybe she's right. Maybe he would leave it all behind at the drop of a hat. Maybe this isn't where you belong after all. You're brought out of your pensive state when you feel your phone buzz in your bag. "Sorry," You say, taking it out and seeing a text from B/f/n.

𝙱/𝚏/𝚗: 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞!!!!!! 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚖? 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 :)

You smile, feeling your stress momentarily replaced with joy at the thought of finally having a friend of your own here. You look around and don't see Jungkook anywhere, so you pull his number up in your phone.

𝚈/𝙽: 𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝?

You put your phone down and sigh, "Thanks for telling me all that, Namjoon. I...I really appreciate it." "Yeah- but if Jungkook asks, Jin told you." You laugh and nod, "Deal." "Do you need me to walk you out?" He asks. You shake you head, "No, I'm okay. Jungkook will do it." "Alrighty- well, if you excuse me, I think I'm gonna go get myself another drink." "No problem. 'Night!" And with that, he's down the stairs and lost in the sea. You look at your phone and see no reply, though you do see that that the message was seen 4 minutes ago. He should be on his way shortly, then.

Half an hour goes by and nothing. Not a single word. Every passing minute, you're getting more and more annoyed. You finally stand from the couch and look out form the balcony to see if maybe you can find him yourself- but then you see him. In the far side of the club, right by the DJ booth, Lisa is throwing her head back and laughing at something Jungkook is saying, her hand lightly hitting his chest. He's laughing too, and you see his arm gently resting on her shoulders, holding her just too close for comfort. Your heart sinks and you're pretty sure your face was visibly crestfallen. But now you know where his heart truly lays, don't you?

You calmly sling your purse over your shoulder and make your way down the stairs, passing all the people you'd met when you first came in who hardly even notice you pass. This isn't your world and you don't even know what you're doing here in the first place. Can this agreement even work? Are you just gonna pop out a few kids and then he and Lisa can go and ride off into the sunset? "Y/n?" You hear someone call your name but you can't be bothered to see who it is- the room feels like it's spinning and you just need a second to breathe. That's it- just some air. Just a little bit of air.

"Y/n..." You hear your name being softly called, but you can't even will your eyes to open. The darkness is just too comforting. "Y/n..." The voice calls again. You tense your face, slowly coming to. "Mmm," You whine, finally feeling a throb in your forehead. You open your eyes, taking a few blinks to adjust to the brightness of the room, and you're surprised to see Namjoon standing over you, along with...B/f/n- and your parents. You quickly sit up, though it only makes the throbbing worse, "What- what's going on?" "Oh, goodness, you're awake-" Your mom says, tears in her eyes as she practically throws herself on you. "M-mom- too tight." You look at your dad who looks relieved, though he doesn't say anything. "Finally, dude- you had us worried sick!" B/f/n says, sighing loudly. "What happened?" You ask, looking around and realizing you're in a hospital room. Namjoon steps forward a bit, "Well last night, you were leaving the party but you seemed totally out of it. Your eys looked totally glazed over like you weren't mentally present. I called your name but you ignored me- I managed to catch up to you when you got outside but you passed out right then and there. "Last night? What time is it?" You've been knocked out all night? "12PM," Your dad answers. "I told you ladies don't get drunk," Your mother hisses, though you let it slide because you know she's only worried. "I wasn't drunk at all," You say, "but why does my head hurt?" "Oh yeah, you banged your head on the concrete. Got a concussion," He added, "I didn't know what to do so I just called 112. The ambulance picked you up and they called your family. I called the Jeons right after you got to the hospital." "You called the Jeons?" "Yeah- Mr. and Mrs.Jeon were here all morning but they had to go into some meetings. They said they'd be back in a few hours," Namjoon assures you. "I don't want to see Jungkook." You say, looking away. Your parents, B/f/n, and Namjoon all look at each other, and it's a long moment before anyone of them speaks. "He's...in the bathroom right now," B/f/n says. "What?" You whip your head toward them, wincing at the pain. "Honey, he's been here all night. Why wouldn't you wanna see him?" You mom asks. You look at Namjoon who just looks down knowingly. "I just...don't want him to see me like this." Liar.

"Oh honey, he wouldn't care about how you look- you're his fiance for crying out loud," She says, trying to reassure you, "Right, F/n?" She turns to your dad, wanting him to step into the conversation but he just looks at you, eyes narrowed. You squirm under his gaze and try to ignore him. "Namjoon, just tell him to go rest." He nods silently, knowing not to challenge you right now. "I'm going to go to the ladies room," Your mom says, leaning over to give you a kiss. "I'll be back, Y/n. I gotta take a piss too." "Language," Your mom hisses. You can't help but give a little chuckle as they walk arm and arm out of the room, leaving just you and your dad. You twiddle you thumbs, regretting having sent Namjoon out now. "What's up?" You ask, unable to take the silence. "You're acting strange," He says, a suspicious expression on his face. "Uh, yeah- I mean, I am concussed." "What did he do?" He asks bluntly. Your heart picks up in your chest, "What did who do?" "Don't act dumb." Your dad was never on to mince words. "Dad, I don't know what you're talking about. Everything's fine." "Hm." "Dad, you know if you came all the way here just to be a pain in my ass, I'm sorry but you'll have to go," You snap, feeling frustrated at his lack of warmth. He sighs, and it's like you can visibly see his body loosen up. "I-I'm sorry, Y/n. I know that I've been very cold to you the past week and a half." You're shocked.

"You're sorry?" "Yes. I am... I guess, when it came down to it...I was too afraid to come to terms with the fact that I was losing my baby girl." "Afraid of losing me? I thought you were angry about the contract." He shakes his head, "No...I knew I was settling for so little. I suppose I was more upset that it was clear that you didn't really need me anymore," He reaches out and carresses your cheek, "I'm sorry for making you feel like this. I'm sorry for putting all these pressures on you at such an early age. You deserved to live life the way you wanted." His words bring tears to your eyes, and if it werent for the pain invading your entire brain, you'd have leapt into your fathers arms- but for now, a hand squeeze will have to suffice. "Now, I know you may not want to talk about...whatever it is that happened between the two of you, but just know that your mom and I are here. And even B/f/n... that girl really never stops talking, does she?" You laugh, "Nope."

The hospital discharged you around 2pm and now you're on your way back to the hotel. Your parents got a lovely master suite, while B/f/n opted to room with you. Though the doctor told you to rest, the two of you are already planning what you're gonna do while she's here. She takes her clothes out of the suitcase and transfers them over to the dresser below the television. You'd kept the conversation light while you were in the car with your parents, but as soon as you got to the room, tea was spilling left and right. You told her about the dinner, Jin and Rose, the ring, Jungkook's birthday party. It was so cathartic to relive everything through retelling- and seeing her reaction to everything is the icing on the cake. "Ugh, that guy's such an asshole...although, you did not prepare me for just how hot he is," She says, fanning herself. You chuckle, "Oh, please. He's alright..." "Girl, he is much more than alright. More than fine, even. If I were you, my hands would be connecting to Lisa's left cheek so quick," She pretends to box the air, "I might just do it for you." "Trust me, I wanted to...but at the end of the day, I have to remember there are no feelings involved in this process. I knew that coming into the agreement and I shouldn't expect it to change just because I was starting to..." "To...?" She asks, a smug expression on her face. "Nothing." "Starting to...like him?" "I said nothing." She shrugs, "Alright...you know, I will say- he sat at your bedside the majority of the night, and he looked really concerned. But no feelings, right?" "Right. No feelings." Your phone buzzes on your nightstand and you pick it up.

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚈/𝚗- 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞… 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

Your heart flutters in your chest, though you force your face to remain without expression. No feelings.

The Jeons invited you all to a charity banquet being held at their other hotel location tonight, and of course, your mom had gone out beforehand to get you and B/f/n gowns for the occasion. B/f/n's was a lovely powder pink, velvet, body con dress with silver detail and she looks absolutely stunning. "You look beautiful!" "I know, right? But where's yours?" She asks, a puzzled expression on her face. You purse your lips, "I...don't think I'm gonna go." "Why?" She asks with a pout. You shake your head, "I just don't feel well, you know? Head still hurts." "Your head? Or...your heart?" She exaggeratedly puts her hand to her chest and gives you that stupid therapist face she likes to put on. You roll your eyes, "My head only." "If you don't go, I'm not going," She says, turning to look in the mirror, a disappointed expression on her face. "No, no. You should go. This is your first night in Seoul- you shouldn't be locked up here on account of me. Besides," You walk up behind her and fix her hair, "You could be meeting the male lead to your love story tonight." Her eyes light up at the possibility. She's truly a hopeless romantic at heart- you wouldn't want to kill her delusions now. "Are you sure?" "Mhm. Positive." "Alright, fine. But the second you say you need me, I'm coming back and we're watching movies and eating junk food." "Sounds like a plan." She excitedly goes into the bathroom and begins doing her makeup and hair, humming to whatever tunes she has playing in her air pods. Meanwhile, you're laying in bed, hair up and out of your face, buried in the white covers.

"Alright, we're all going now," B/f/n says, putting her earrings on, "You sure you don't need me to stay?" "I'm positive. Go get laid- I mean, go find the love of your life." She laughs, "Oh shut up. Text Jungkook back. Don't sulk." You don't even look at her, just wave her away while your eyes stay glued to the TV. "Bye bye!" She says once more before closing the door behind her. And then there was one.

An hour goes by, and then two. Your phone buzzes every now and then: texts from Jungkook. You put your phone on DND, save for your parents and B/f/n. You go on instagram and see B/f/n's story; the hall full of people at grand tables, lavishly decorated with ginormous vases full of long stemmed roses, chandeliers sparkling in the background. Part of you wonders if most of the money being donated is just to cover the absolutely ridiculously expensive decor. B/f/n is smiling and showing herself having fun- even Namjoon makes an appearance in one of the videos...as well as Jungkook. You purse your lips and look over at your gown, draped over the back of a chair nearby. No, no. You're not in the mood to be around all those people. What would you even talk to anyone about? What would you say to Jungkook? No, you won't even entertain the what if's- you're not feeling well and that's that.

Ah shit. You shoot up out of bed and start stripping off your clothes, flinging everything every which way as your hurriedly try to shimmy into your dress. It's a pretty, dark red gown with a deep plunging bodice; your cleavage isn't exactly on 'display' per se, but it's definitely not hidden behind that little mesh panel in the middle. It accentuates your hips in just the right way, and you already feel the difference in your attitude when you put it on. You check the time: 8:30PM. You try to hurriedly do your hair and makeup, though you can only go so fast while recovering from a concussion. Suddenly, you hear thunder in the distance. No. NO. You run to the window and, lo and behold, rain begins pouring down out of nowhere. Oh great. You're gonna step out into the rain and get all messed up. "I"m still gonna go," You say to the sky not wanting to let it think it won. You run over to put the last touches on your appearance. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Is this some kind of sign from the universe!? You grab your clutch and then hurry to grab your phone. You didn't even book the fucking car. "Ugh...Uber it is-" Knock. Knock. Knock.

You snap your head up from your phone to look at the door. They're back already? No, it can't be- she just posted fifteen minutes ago about barely being served dinner. Knock knock knock. You hesitate for a moment, but ultimately decide to open the door- only to reveal a very disheveled and sopping wet-looking Jungkook. "Jungkook," Your shocked expression is no match for the expression on his face: serious yet gentle eyes, lips parted slightly as he catches his breath, leaning lightly on the door frame. "What are you doing here?" You ask. He bites his bottom lip and just stares at you for a second, "You didn't come tonight." "You never came back last night," You say, not missing a beat. He nods, "I know..." You rest your hand on the door for a bit, considering whether or not to let him in. "Come in," You say finally, stepping aside to let him in past you. You suppose the rain can wait for you...

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you're all enjoying this series so far- I'm having a lot of fun writing it. I feel like I get pulled into this world of fantasy and am so addicted to it. My asks are always open so feel free to request anything please please please <3 Or give me a writing prompt and I can make you a piece for a specific member of your choice! Interactions give me motivation :) :*

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Sea Stars & Wishes - Chapter 3

Lyrika

Waves crash against the soft, eroded rocky shore, creating a relaxing melody in the sunny, early spring morning. Lyrika sits with her legs crossed on a large beach towel, just far enough away from the dark salty waves. She looks up from her tablet, her sunglasses now on the tip of her nose, her eyes suddenly adjusting to the sun reflecting off the water. She blinks rapidly and pushes her sunglasses further up. Once her eyes adjust again she looks out at the water. Still nothing. She huffs and looks back down at her tablet.

“Why did we come here, again? The water is way too cold to even get in,” Cassidy asks, slightly irritated. The two girls have been sitting on the beach towel mostly in silence for over an hour now. Lyrika had begged Cassidy in the morning to come with her to the beach so she could collect the items Song had requested. Cassidt was better at talking to strangers than Lyrika.

“I just need some water for testing,” Lyrika answers without looking up.

“What’s wrong with getting water from the shore right here?” Cassidy continues, gesturing to the waves crashing on the shore mere feet from them.

“The water here is polluted compared to being further out. If I have polluted water my results will be inaccurate,” Lyrika explains.

“But you’re studying sea stars, most of them are in shallow areas like this beach,” Cassidy retorts.

“Most beaches and shores don’t have polluted waters,” Lyrika looks over to Cassidy, beginning to get irritated herself, “plus do you see any sea stars here?” Cassidy holds her hands up in surrender. Both girls, now irritated with each other, look away from one another and cease all conversation.

Cassidy pushes herself up off the towel, “I’m going to get something to eat while we wait on the surfer boys. Want anything?”

“No thanks,” Lyrika responds quietly. She watches Cassidy disappear off the beach through the corner of her eyes. She sighs.

Lyrika looks back towards the ocean. Still no surfers. She huffs. How long does it take to get some clean sea water?

Lyrika had convinced Cassidy to ask a surfer to find some non-polluted sea water. Lyrika wasn’t within earshot of the conversation because she was busy picking up seaweed pieces, but she has a feeling Cassidy somehow embarrassed her having to speak for her.

She glances over to the surfboard that sits just beyond the towel and wet bag of seaweed. A part of the deal was that the girls had to watch one of the boards because the boat could only fit one surfboard. Not an issue. The issue is how long the boys were taking to get the water.

“Hey, I got that water you were asking for.” Lyrika whips her head around. A tan, lean, shirtless guy walks up to Lyrika. His wet black curly hair bouncing with each step. He carries a gallon glass jar full of water. 

“Oh, thank you,” Lyrika blinks in surprise. She carefully takes the jar from him, setting it beside her. She reaches across her towel into her bag to retrieve two folded twenty-dollar bills. Lyrika hands it over to the surfer.Then, she picks up the jar of water once more, inspecting it.

“Damian! So much for waiting on me!” His buddy, a tall, pale, lean guy with sandy blonde hair runs up holding a surfboard under his arm

“Sorry, Jake,” Damian laughs, “just want to get out into the water already. You already have your board.”

“I’ll see you out there then,” Jake pats his bare shoulder and waves to Lyrika before running into the water. He jumps up and lays on the board and starts paddling out.

“Sorry about him,” Damian laughs, turning back to Lyrika.

“Oh, it’s fine. Thank you again for the water. Where did you get it by chance? I just can’t have pollution or anything of the sort in it,” Lyrika explains. The water is perfectly crystal clear, it even glitters in the sunlight, but that could just be the jar and sunlight reflecting with the water. But something tugs at her that it’s something different.

Damian turns and points out into the water, “there is an island about two and a half kilometers out from here. It’s technically illegal to go to, but we know the water there is untouched. About a kilometer away from the island, Jake kept the boat running and I took his board and swam in, so the boat wouldn’t pollute the water. I swam to the beach and filled up your glass jar, and we returned.”

“It’s illegal?” Lyrika asks.

“Yeah. The local government has certain islands cut off from civilization to keep the water clean for the mermaids- that’s what they claim. anyway. We think they’re trying to lure them in,” Damian shrugs, “didn’t see any. I think they know we have one… which is unfortunate.”

Song. Lyrika looks away. Of course Song would have a family.

“Well,” Damian claps his hands, “thank you for watching my board. If you need any more water Jake and I are here most mornings. Good luck on your project.”

“Thank you,” Lyrika smiles. She watches as Damian grabs his board, and runs into the water. He flops down onto his board before paddling out to join his friend.

“You’re kidding,” Cassidy dramatically retorts, “I missed them?” Lyrika looks behind her, spotting Cassidy with an abnormally giant bag of popcorn.

“They did tell me they are here most mornings,” Lyrika tells her, turning back towards the water.

“Does this mean we are heading back now? Cassidy mumbles.

“Did you want to watch them surf for a bit?” Lyrika asks, raising her eyebrows knowing that’s exactly what Cassidy wants.

“And so what if it is,” Cassidy resorts playfully. Lyrika laughs and pats the towel, beckoning for Cassidy to join her.

“Fine we can stay a little longer, but only if you share the popcorn,” Lyrika tells her.

“Deal!”

Lyrika enters into the small sea animal care room. The biologist from the night before is already there, and they exchange a brief nod of acknowledgement. Lyrika heads back towards the sea star pool.

She sets her bag on the table, which catches Song’s attention.

“Took all day I see,” Song snarkily retorts.

“I spent an hour walking to and from the beach, another three at the beach, and I spent the rest of the day until dinner on my actual project, thank you very much,” Lyrika returns the attitude.

“Sounds like a busy day,” Song comments, his tone softening.

“Yeah. I’m drained, but I want to do this,” Lyrika sighs, “my classmates finished with their things for the day?”

“Ugh,” Song flops onto his back, “yes. I'm so happy about it too. They always have too many questions.”

“Sorry. Some of us are trying to use this project to get into our dream schools,” Lyrika apologizes.

“Really? The girls who chose me as their study project are serious about marine biology?” Song inquires, not convinced. Lyrika thinks about all her classmates who chose Song as their project.

“Well, Iliana is. She’s the african american girl with curly hair like mine,” Lyrika explains, “I’m not sure why she chose you as her project. I don’t really talk to her, but our teacher thinks she’s going to do great things.

But anyways. I got what you asked for,” Lyrika states. She pulls out the giant jar of water and sets the, now dried, bag of seaweed next to it.

“Where did you get the water?” Song instantly asks the moment his eyes lay on it. He holds out his hands, eager to hold the jar. Lyrika carefully lifts the jar and sets it on the rim of Song’s pool.

“I paid a surfer to go out far into the ocean and collect some water that’s not polluted by humans,” Lyrika proudly explains with a smile on her face.

“You paid someone to get the water for you? For all you know it could be fake,” Song tells her.

“He told me he got it from the shore of an island not too far from here,” Lyrika explains, “the island apparently is blocked off from humans for mermaids to enjoy life peacefully or something. He got the water from there. Went on his board so he wouldn’t pollute the water.”

“Did he…?” Song quietly asks.

“No,” Lyrika answers solemnly.

“That’s good,” Song responds quietly, “no humans should go near merfolk.”

Lyrika stays silent, unsure how to respond to Song.

“Well let's get started. You have the ingredients,” Song tells her, “there are three things in this room you will need to get. First, a hand grinder. Second, an isolation tank. Third, gloves. The hand grinder you’ll find in the far left cabinet by the bathroom door. The isolation tank will be in the lower cabinet and to the right of the sink.”

Lyrika quickly follows Song’s instructions, carefully to not make any noise or any crazy movements for the marine biologist to look her way. She sets up on a table around the corner from the sea stars, out of sight from the biologist. However, the table is a little further from Song, but he seems to pay no mind.

“Before you start you’ll need to put your gloves on,” Song instructs and she complies, “the first step in the process is to grind up all the seaweed.” Lyrika’s jaw drops.

“All?” She deflates.

“You’ll want to grind it until it’s paste-like,” Song continues ignoring Lyrika, “and every so often add just a little of the sea water to make it thicker.”

Lyrika looks at her stack of seaweed and sighs. She pulls out the first long strand and splits it into smaller chunks. It takes a little bit, but she gets used to hand grinding seaweed. Every so often, when the grinded seaweed started to clump up and dry out, Lyrika added a little bit of sea water which quickly softens it.

She leans back in her chair, having just finished grinding the last piece of seaweed. Her right arm burns; her left arm not as much. She switched every so often but faltered with her less dominant arm which just resulted in using her right arm most of the time. She looks over at the clock on the wall. Her eyes widened- four hours had passed? How she didn’t pass out is a mystery to her. She yawns and stretches her arms out over her head.

“I finished,” Lyrika looks around the corner for Song. But instead she finds a sleeping silver merman. His arms crossed and propped on the rim of the pool, supporting his head. His eyes closed and his back slowly rising and falling. Lyrika smiles at the sight. She pulls off her gloves and discards them.

She stands up and quickly catches herself from flailing over. Her legs are stiff from sitting down for so long. She stretches them out and then her back. She is going to feel everything in her body ache in the morning.

Lyrika quietly approaches Song’s pool and crouches before the tank. Her body and head are now lower than where Song is propped up. 

“Song?” Lyrika whispers and her fingers barely brush his arm. His eyes bolt open and he pushes back from the edge of the pool. The sudden noise and motion scartles Lyrika, causing her to fall back onto her butt. 

“What are you doing?” Song angrily questions, then warns her, “don’t ever try anything.”

“I-I’m sorry I-” Lyrika stammers, her heart racing.

“Is everything alright over here?” The marine biologist walks over to the two of them. Lyrika looks up at him, too shocked and nervous to say anything.

“We’re fine Chris,” Song grumbles. Chris looks between the two of them before walking away. Lyrika watches as he walks away. She looks back at the pool wall and takes several deep breaths to calm herself. She pushes herself off the floor.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, “I just wanted to tell you I finished.”

“Oh,” Song sighs, “let me see.” He doesn’t move closer, but Lyrika grabs the grinder and tilts it for Song to see.

“Looks good,” he cooly comments, “in the cabinet above the area you are working, should have something that looks similar to a paintbrush. Grab one.” Lyrika sets the grinder back down and opens the cabinet door. She quickly spots the brushes and grabs one.

“You’ll need another set of gloves for this part,” Song instructs, and Lyrika replaces her gloves, “you’re going to use the brush and later the entire inside of the container with the paste. Then, pour the remaining seawater you collected into the container.” Lyrika follows his guidance, lathering the inside walls with the paste.

Her heartbeat slowed down, but why does her chest feel so heavy? It isn’t a tired or sleep-deprived feeling. Nothing physical or mental, but emotional.

Lyrika sets the brush down. She blankly stares at the isolation container for a moment, trying to identify the feeling. She blinks, snapping out of her thoughts. She grabs the jar and dumps the remaining pure seawater into the container.

“Alright, done,” Lyrika tells Song. She holds up the container for him to see.

“Good. Now this is going to be the tricky part,” Song tells her, “all the sea stars in that tank are under immense stress. So their rays are more likely to just fall off as you are aware. Pick a sea star that only has one ray missing, or in the early stages. You’re going to gently pick it up by the center and allow its tube feet to grab a hold of your glove. Then switch it over to the isolation container.”

Lyrika brings the isolation container over to the sea star pool. She looks over her shoulder to see where Chris is, then turns back to the pool and picks out a sea star. She reaches her hand into the water and slowly slides her fingers under the sea star. Her thumb gently grips the top of the star and she feels the tube feet clinging to her glove. She carefully lifts the sea star out and quickly transfers it from the pool to the isolation containers, minimizing the time out of the water. 

Lyrika guides the sea star to the edge and its tube feet cling to the seaweed paste wall and release her hand.

“Now hook the isolation container on the sea star pool with the container part way in the water, so the water temperature can stay the same,” Song explains. Lyrika takes the container and turns it around so the two large plastic hooks point towards her, she hooks it onto the edge of the pool where half the container sits in the sea star pool water.

“Now we wait. It will take about two days before we see any results. If there is any left over paste keep a hold of it incase it works out. You can use it on another sea star,” Song tells Lyrika.

“Thank you, Song,” Lyrika walks back towards her workstation but stops and turns back towards him, “I’m sorry. About earlier. I shouldn't have crossed that boundary.”

“I…” Song stares speechless then turns away, “I just don’t like to be touched.”

Lyrika nods and continues back to the table to clean up her mess. She washes off the grinder and puts it away as well as the brush.

“Hey,” Song calls out. Lyrika looks up from her bag.

“You said you’d do anything to help the sea stars, right?” Song asks, avoiding her eye contact.

“Uh, yeah,” Lyrika thinks back on their conversation, “I did say that.”

“Do you…,” Song starts, “ah, nevermind. I don’t need anything.”

“No, no,” Lyrika stops him, “what is it?”

“I was wondering… if you had time again, if you could get a couple more jars of water… for me?” Song asks, hesitation settling into his voice.

“Yeah,” Lyrika agrees without a second thought, “I think I can do that.”

“Thank you,” Song half smiles.

“No problem,” Lyrika smiles, “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night, Song.”

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Photographer’s Paradise (Yuchan)

Title: Photographer’s Paradise

Paring: Chan x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 2.9K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

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It was the talk of the company. Everyone was excited about A.C.E’s new comeback. Everyone was scrambling trying to prepare themselves, because The CEO had warned us this was going to be a big one. I was one of the photographers. I had worked with A.C.E many times before and was privileged to work with them again. I had worked with other groups, but it was always nice to work with A.C.E because of how sweet to the staff they were. 

Of course, this was a professional job and I always maintained professionalism, but with these boys it was sometimes hard. Many of the famine staff members had trouble because it’s clear to see these boy were good looking and to top of their good looks, they had many charms which made this a difficult job for any single woman. 

When I received my assignment, I experienced extreme perplexity. Looking at the words 'one on one’ had my curiosity piqued for the concept photos. My heart rate quickened when I saw I was photographing Chan. This caused my rapid palpitations because it was clear to many of the staff at Beat Interactive that I had a closer relationship with Chan over the rest, seeing how we had personalities that blended well together. In the most professional way, all I can say was my affection was towards all the members, but I had a soft spot for the youngest. With this new knowledge, I knew my job was going to be a lot harder.

~

The day of the photoshoot came. My mind was clear, seeing as I had a few days to compose myself and to reassemble my professional persona. The shooting location had a red backdrop, showing a bright contrast to the rest of the room which was a dim grey. This was the same location they have always used, so it was nothing new to me. I set up the camera as I wait patiently for Chan to arrive. As I set up, I hear a bright, cheery “Hello” echo through the room. I turn towards the voice, seeing Chan walk closer as he makes his way over to the backdrop.

“Hey Chan!” I greet him back excitedly. “Have you been well?”

“Yes, I’ve been well.” He smiles brightly as he bows in a greeting. “Have you been well?”

I laugh at his cuteness. “I’ve been good.”

I gesture towards the backdrop before asking. “Are you ready to take some photos?”

“I think I should ask you if you’re ready.” He laughs as he steps in front of the red backdrop. I raise my eyebrow in confusion as I stand behind the camera.

“Why is that?” I ask him, slight amusement in my tone.

“Have you heard anything about this comeback?” He asks, his tone matching mine.

“Not much, just that the fans are ready to get the first win.” I laugh, thankful that the fans were supporting the group so much.

“Nothing about the concept?” He pushes again, sticking his tongue out mischievously.

I laugh again, shaking my head. “I’ve heard nothing.”

“Prepare yourself.” He teases as he goes behind the backdrop to change his outfit. I shake my head with a smile, finding his antics adorable as I await his big reveal.

After a few short moments, I see him shuffle from behind the backdrop. I see the red, silk material that adorns his body, making my body freeze just slightly. As I trail my eyes up the outfit, my body begins to stiffen more as my eyes continue to inspect the outfit. When I reach his chest, my heart stops and my breath hitches as I see his bare chest peak from behind the silk material, also revealing a beauty mark displayed on his peck. I gulp as my eyes linger on the mark and his chest, only breaking my concentration when I hear Chan laugh loudly. I shake my head and clear my throat, trying to compose myself as I make my way to my camera.

“They’re really going all out this comeback.” I laugh nervously, feeling the temperature in the room spike to new heights.

“I told you, you need to prepare.” Chan laughs as he gets in his place in front of the camera.

“Okay.” I breathe out, putting on my professional persona. “Are you ready?”

Chan nods with a bright smile just before his facial expression changes into a focused, determined one, one to definitely make fans squeal.

~

The photo shoot was going well. I was proud of myself for staying as professional as I did in this situation. I had a few moments where my eyes would linger a bit too long or Chan would wait for my direction because I was too distracted by him. Of course, it didn’t take Chan long to realize the affect he had on me, making his cocky smile surface on many of the photos. I felt we had enough photos and many that fit the concept they wanted. I took one last photo before clapping my hands together.

“Chan, I think we got it.” I smile to him, keeping my eyes focused on his eyes. “You did great!”

“Are you sure we got it?” Chan asks, sounding a little disappointed.

“Yeah, these are really good.” I tell him as I look through the photos. “Look.” I walk the camera over to him to show the photos, scrolling through them slowly so he could examine each one.

“I think the fans will like it!” Chan chimes in excitedly.

“I think so too.” I laugh as I look up to him, only to realize the close proximity between the two of us. I feel my mouth dry up as my eyes dart to his chest for a spilt second before focusing on his eyes again.

“You should probably change, it’s a bit cold in here.” I clear my throat for what felt like the hundredth time as I step back from him to give him space.

“I actually feel hot.” He comments as he smirks down at me.

“Yeah, it’s a little stuffy in here.” I nod in agreement as I twirl my camera strap between my fingers.

“It’s a little concerning, actually.” Chan starts as he steps towards me, still giving us plenty of breathing room. “How hot I feel.”

“Oh really?” I ask him nervously, too scared that my voice would crack if I said much more.

“Yeah.” His voice drops as he reaches his hand out, grabbing my wrist. “See.” He whispers as he leads my hand to his chest, placing my hand flat against his peck.

I squeak loudly as my hand feels the heat radiate off his skin, making me shudder involuntarily.

“You look a little heated yourself.” He feigns worry as he leans his head down close to mine. “Do you need help cooling down?”

My eyes stayed glued to my hand that rests on his chest, not being able to look him in the eye. I watch as the sweat accumulated petrsperates on his golden skin, possessing me to begin to move my hand. 

I trace my finger down his chest, hugging the silk line that rested on his body. Chan sucks in a breath at my slow tracings. I trace the clothing’s v line all the way down until I reach the bottom where the two sides cross. I trace my finger up the other side, lingering a tad bit longer on his beauty mark. I unclean my fist, letting my nails gently scrape against him, just enough for him to feel it without any lasting marks. My palm rests against the expanse of his chest, making my eyes light up at the sight of his chest moving quickly from his heavy breathing.

“You’re amazing.” I tell him in a whisper as I trail my eyes up to his face, taking note at how beautiful he was. Chan tenses slightly at my words, not expecting me to retaliate his teasing. I feel his muscles tense with him, suddenly making me aware of the current situation. I shake my head roughly before pulling my hand away, stepping back from Chan as I clear my throat. Chan looks at me in confusion.

“I should probably pack up.” I tell him, feeling as if I had done something wrong. Chan looks down sadly, reality finally hitting him that this wasn’t something that could happen.

“Right.” Chan nods before bowing. “Thank you for your hard work!”

“Yes.” I bow back. “Thank you for your hard work as well.”

Chan waves enthusiastically as he makes his way out the door, thanking me one last time before leaving. I smile to myself as I finish packing up, thinking how sweet he was.

~

I had to speak with some of the photographers before leaving, making my stay in the building longer. It was a quick meet up, making me relieved that I was able to leave. After my day, I needed a cold shower.

I hold my camera bag strap around my body, keeping it from bouncing as I walk. My footsteps were quick as I can see the sunlight from the outside world, causing me to speed up my pace.

“Hey.” I hear a voice yell, making me turn towards it. I see Chan running up to me, his outfit changed into something that was more familiar making me smile.

“What’s up Chan?” I ask, turning towards him fully. He walks up to me, grabbing my hand as he pulls me further into the building.

“Chan?” I ask in confusion.

“I have to talk to you.” He smiles at me, continuing to pull me gently. He travels with a purpose making his way to a door towards the corner. He opens the door, leading us both inside.

“Chan, are we in a closet?” I ask him with a small laugh.

“Yes, it’s the most secluded place.” He laughs with me as he closes the door. The light disappears from the room, leaving us in total darkness. I stay still, afraid to bump into anything in the closet.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” I ask him, worry suddenly filling me as I realize I was in a small room with just Chan.

“About today.” He says without hesitation.

“Chan, we don’t have to.” I reassure him quietly. “I’m sorry that I let myself get carried away.”

“Please get carried away again.” He pleads as I feel him grasp my arm, trailing down to my wrist. “I got carried away too, and I wanted to get carried away again.”

“Chan!” I exclaim are him. “What are you on about?” He leads my hand to his chest again where I feel his rapid heartbeat.

“It’s hot again.” He whispers, pulling my body closer to his.

“Chan, this feels like a bad idea.” I whisper back, feeling my own heart quicken.

“Is that why your pulse is irregular?” He teases as he gently places his hand on my waist, directing me to where my back was resting on the wall.

I clench his shirt in my hand while my other hand grabs his arm, worried I was going to trip over something.

“It’ll be okay.” He tells me, his breath fanning over my face.

I gulp nervously as I feel his knee rest against the wall next to me. “Okay.” I nod, even though he couldn’t see it. Chan pushes his whole body against mine, squeezing me between the wall and him. I feel his lips on mine, immediately forcing my mouth open to push his tongue against mine. I groan into his mouth, bringing my hand up to the back of his neck to push him closer. I trail my hand down his chest, reaching the bottom of his shirt. I untuck it, reaching underneath the clothing to trail my hand up to his chest.

“If I knew chests were your weakness I would’ve shown it off sooner.” Chan chuckles as he pulls away, reaching for the back of his shirt to take it off.

“Chan.” I scold him, grabbing his wrist to pull it back down. “Not in here.”

“You’ve stopped me twice now.” He whines, leaning his head down to my neck. He places slow, drawn out kisses under my jaw, holding me up, gently, by my ribs to give me some height so he could reach my neck easier.

“We can meet after you get off.” I suggest through my heavy breathes. He continues to kiss up my jaw, kissing my lips again.

“Okay.” He agrees reluctantly, pulling away. “I’ll call you.” He states excitedly as he kisses my cheek before making his way out of the closet.

I smile at his excitement, patiently waiting in the closet for a few moments to not draw any suspicion onto either of us, before I exit, anxiously waiting his call.

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J.JK Soul Ink - Chapter 06

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"Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me, that you seven are a mafia gang called Bangtan,"

"Yes".

"And that my father is a mafia leader, trying to kill Jungkook and that my best friend is also apart of the mafia and that his father is allied with mine,"

Yoongi shrugs, "Pretty much".

You let out a laugh of disbelief and throw yourself back on the motel bed you were sat on and run your hands over your face trying to let what they're telling you sync in.

"This is fucking insane. How is my life this fucked up, what did I do in my past life to deserve this, Christ on a bike, can this get any worse?"

"Most likely".

"You're not helping," You groan at Yoongi, making them laugh lightly. You sit up to look at the boys and you finally notice the states they are on from the car shoot down. Taehyung had a cut under his eye from the glass breaking, his hair disheveled along with the rest of them. Namjoon had cuts on his forehead and cheek, Yoongi had a cut along his nose, Jungkook, well, the only injury he had was caused by you and Jimin and Jin seemed to be completely unharmed due to the short amount of time they had in action.

"You know, you're taking this quite well, I was expecting you to tell us we're insane or scream at us". Jimin says crossing his arms. You shrug slightly,

"There's no point in me screaming, it won't change anything. I always knew something was dodgy about my father anyway".

They all look at each other surprised but then they take in your figure, you looked exhausted. It was clear you were done with what life was throwing your way, and to be honest, with what they have seen you have to live with so far, they don't blame you one bit.

"Why do you want me with you anyway?" You ask, snapping them out of their trance. Namjoon takes a seat in front of you and gives you a small smile before explaining,

"Your father is no ordinary mafia leader like me or any other leader, we're brutal I'll admit that, but your father is a monster, he doesn't play the rules that have been set down for mafia leaders. He's trying to start a gang war between Bangtan and his gang just because we keep our identities hidden. He wants Jungkook dead because his father knocked him down the hierarchy when he started to become dirty, doing foul play, killing innocents just for the fun of it. Jungkook is the only Jeon remaining, meaning he could easily go to the top of the hierarchy if he wanted to and I wouldn't stop him,"

He stops and looks around at the anxious people around him taking the looks in their eyes. Anger. Fear. Pain. He looks back to you and your staring at him with a unknown look,he continues,

"Bangtan are the top dogs right now and he doesn't like that knowing Jeon Jungkook is apart of it. Like I told you he's a monster, human trafficking, ripping families apart, raping poor women who fall into his traps etcetera. We're no angels don't get me wrong we have done some sins and we continue to do them because it's just our lifestyle, but we could never harm an innocent being, but Beom-Seok, he's inhumane, he's no sinner, he's the devil in disguise. Willing to tear apart anything limb from limb until he's satisfied, he's not just power hungry, but addicted to shedding blood just for the fun of it, every single one of us in this room are a victim to his ways and we want him gone. We want you with us because we know you wouldn't want to submit to his ways, to be brainwashed by him, we're protecting you in all honesty, and we know you have never had a bond with him. Please help us fall into the palm of our hands to make him feel what we felt when he ripped our families away from us, we know he'll come after you at all costs Y/N".

You stare in shock, the pigment in your face decreasing at every second. You felt sick to your stomach, your mouth went dry. You were disgusted to even think that at the thought of even being related to that devil. You no longer even considered him a father, no, he was far from it. You began to picturing all the screaming of all the people he killed or damaged, his evil laughter echoing as he watched his chaos he caused enjoying every second of it. Your heart was in pounding in your chest from anxiety, your throat felt tight staring at all the faces in front of you. Each one of these people were a victim to him as well. You take a breath in and whisper out,

"W-what did he do to you guys?"

They all look at each other nervously but reluctantly allow themselves to tell how they had fell victims. Namjoon went first,

"He killed my sister right in front of me when I was just 14, we were orphans".

"Set fire to my family home and watch as my family perished, I escaped through the back but I have a scar on my back to permanently remind me of that night, hearing my mom, dad and sister scream as they were engulfed in flames haunt me forever, I was 9". Hoseok says quietly.

"He locked my mother and father in a car and let it drive into a river and left them to drown, made me watch whilst he walked away laughing, I was 7". Jimin says eyes cold.

"It was just me and my father, my mom died when I was young, he killed my father 'for the fun of it', I was 16". Jin said looking down.

"Human trafficked my mom and sister, my father walked out, I was 11." Taehyung spits in anger.

"Left an explosive in my fathers office, killing him, my mother and elder brother, I was 17". Yoongi says bluntly not showing his emotion.

You turn to Jungkook who was glaring at the ground clearly suffering from the memories flashing through his mind. "I don't want to talk about it." He snaps and you nod curtly.

"I'm so sorry for what he has done to you guys". You whisper out guilt swallowing you up. You felt bile rise up your throat and you stand up abruptly gathering their attention,

"I'm gonna be sick".

You rush to the bathroom and throw yourself to the floor in front of the toilet and spew up the content of your stomach. You jump when you feel someone touch your shoulder and gather your hair away from your face.

"It's only me Y/N, it's okay, let it out". You hear Jimin mumble softly rubbing your back. You gagged slightly and coughed as you tried to stop yourself vomiting anymore, the burning feeling stop.

"It's the adrenaline coming down and your body has gone into shock from the sudden news, it's okay, don't hold it back, you'll make yourself worse".

You take a deep breath in when you feel like you've stopped and sighed closing your eyes. "Sorry you had to see that". You mumble. You look up and Jimin gives you a smile showing off the now noticeable smiley piercing.

"Don't worry about it, I threw up the first time I found out too and besides someone had to help you, the others may all look big and bad but when it comes to vomit...they're pussies". Jimin teases making you giggle.

"We heard that you fucker!"

Jimin throws his head back laughing stumbling slightly, he gains his stability and pulls out chewing gum and pops two into your hand.

"Here you'll probably want some, I'll let you clear yourself up". Jimin says walking out the bathroom. You pop the gum into your mouth letting the minty flavor take over in your mouth ad you turn to look at yourself through the mirror above the sink, biting your lip in frustration.

What do I do? Your father is not who he's made himself out to be. You've known these 7 boys less than 24 hours and they want your help to take down your own father, that's if you even considered him that now. After everything you've discovered that he has done, you don't know if you could breathe the same air as him let alone look him in the eye. Even someone you grew up with was lying to you, now you understood why he wanted you to stay away from them. To stop you finding out the truth.

You take a breath of courage and turn to walk out the bathroom. You knew what you had to do.

You walk out the bathroom and you stare at the 7 boys talking quietly between themselves until  Taehyung nudges them when he spots you. They go silent staring at you noticing the determination on your and as if you were ready to speak. You look at them one by one and you stop at Jungkook staring him dead in the eye.

"I'll do it. I'll help you take down Beom-Seok". You say venom laced in your voice as you spoke your fathers name. You notice Hoseok and Taehyung shiver from your sudden hostility. Jungkook smirks at you and gives you a nod as if he's telling you he supports you.

They all give you a smile and Namjoon nods, "Okay, are you sure you want to do this? Once you start this, there's no going back you know that right?"

You nod in understanding. You knew what you were getting yourself into. You had to do this. For all the people he has hurt, including these boys in front of you. They needed justice. And you were going to give it to them.

"I'm changing this really morbid subject for right now because I have to ask this. How the fuck do you know how to drive like that?!" Jin exclaims the rest of them humming in agreement. You look down nervously before deciding to suck it up. You were gonna be stuck around these boys for god knows how long, you might as well let them get to know you and you hoped they were thinking the same thing.

"Instead of telling you, I'm gonna show you, when it turns 11 pm we leave this room and I'm gonna take you somewhere". You say.

"Oh no she's already betraying us. I'm calling it, she's gonna kill us." Jungkook cries out sarcastically. You glare at him crossing your arms. And the attitude was back. Taehyung groans and smacks his head against the wall.

"Please for Christ's sake don't start again now." He whines.

You bite your tongue and smile sarcastically at Jungkook, and stop yourself from retaliating for the boys sake. They're probably so tired of hearing you both practically rip into each other.

"Yeah dollface, let's not start again now".  Jungkook smirks.

"Okay now you're just asking for it dickface". You snap.

"Fucking hell it's like watching two kids argue over candy. Just be civil with each other please? I swear to down I will rip my fucking hair out if you continue to go on like this". Yoongi groans.

You nod silently and sit down on the bed, pulling out your now debugged phone and began to ring the only friend you hoped you could trust,

"I'm going to make a phone call".

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"You learnt your way of driving...here?"

You let out a small laugh at Hoseok's confusion and shake your head.

"No, this is the phone call I had to make, this is Irene's place, where I learnt to drive, we can't go dressed like this so I figured we'd stop here since no one involved with Beom-Seok knows she's even a friend of mine except Yixing, but he wouldn't come here, if you hadn't noticed, they don't get on. Irene is a self-employed fashion designer she'd have something for us to wear and I have clothes here that I'd need since I'm stuck with you guys until this is over, I can't exactly go back to my house".

They nodded staring at the house. You climb out the car and they pursuit. You walk up to the house and knock twice. You hear nothing so you continuously knock on the door.

"I'm coming! Shit! What you tryna do?! Put a hole in my door?!"

You hear Irene's muffled voice getting closer each word, the door swings open revealing a disheveled Irene, you let out a laugh as you notice her hair was no longer the onyx black it used to be but was now her least favourite color, hot pink, from the hair dye you had put in her shampoo the other day.

"Get your asses in here right now," Irene snaps. You all stumble in and she slams the door shut whilst you still laugh.

"This was your doing wasn't it you fucker?" Irene says glaring at you pointing at her. You gasp for breath and shrug,

"Possibly," You laugh out.  She growls and slips off her slider and throw it at you but you quickly catch it throwing it back.

"I-I think you look really pretty". Taehyung stutters out from behind you, nervously. Hoseok nudges him teasingly and you smirk. Irene flushes at the compliment and looks down mumbling a 'thank you'.  You turn your attention back to Irene,

"Consider it 1-1, payback for that time you crashed my car". You say raising an eyebrow.

"Fine, anyway I set your outfits out, follow me." Irene says walking up the stairs, you all follow her up them. She points to the room in front which was the guest room,

"Boys, this is where you'll get dressed, I put a name tag on your outfits, Y/N in my room".

You all split off into the rooms and Irene follows you into her bedroom slamming the door shut and turning to you with a bewildered look.

"What the hell is going on?! Why are you suddenly hanging around them?!" She whisper yells.

"It's a lot to explain right now but I need you to promise me one thing, if anyone and I mean anyone, that's including Yixing, comes around here asking if you've seen me or know where I am, you say no okay?" You say to her holding her shoulders and looking into her eyes to make sure she knows you're being serious. She nods quickly a worried look on her face.

"You said Yixing instead of Lay, he's done something, what's happened? Are you in danger?" She asks concerned. You pull your shirt off and pull the red crop top that lay on the bed for you.

"Something like that, I can't tell you anything I don't want to risk your life more than I already am right now, just Yixing isn't who we thought he was and neither is my father. I need you to promise me to not have any contact with me unless it's serious okay? The boys are helping solve this, I promise you, I'll contact you once this blows over okay? For now, please stay safe and try and distance yourself from Yixing." You explain as you pull on the shoes and let your hair down from the ponytail.

She nods worry in her eyes as the reality of the danger your in sinks in. You pull on the black bomber jacket and look at your friend who was sat at the edge of her bed tears in her eyes.

"Rene...why are you crying?" You ask sitting down next to her. She shakes her head sniffling,

"Just please be safe okay? You're all I have..."

Your eyes soften and you pull her into a hug pushing the feeling of awkwardness away knowing your friend needed this.

"I promise okay? You're stuck with me." You tease making her laugh and nod her head. She stands up and you follow, she grabs a duffel bag that was by her wardrobe and hands it to you.

"I had a feeling you'd need some stuff and I guess I was right, so I packed it with stuff you need, all your clothes you have here, makeup, toiletries, girl stuff and a few of my own personal touches in there just in case..." She smirks.

Oh no...

"Irene...what've you put in here?" You ask nervously.

"You'll just have to find out, open it later." She winks and walks out the room and down the stairs with you behind her. The boys stood in their new outfits, talking amongst themselves. They look up when they hear you both and their eyes widen when they notice you. You were wearing a red spaghetti strap bandeau crop top with a black jacket over the top, some black shorts  showing off some of the healing ink and heeled boots.

"Fuck..." You hear Jungkook mumble to himself and then look away.

"Someone having a problem over there bud?" Taehyung teases earning himself a jabs to the ribs by Jungkook. Taehyung groans and holds his ribs and Jimin shakes his head, pushing himself between the two, to stop them attacking each other.

" We haven't got time for this, lets go". You say turning to Irene who throws some car keys at you.

"I thought you'll want your baby for tonight." She says walking to the door that lead to the garage. She flicks the light on revealing the black american muscle car that you loved dearly.

"Damn that's hell of a car". Hoseok says eyes wide staring at it. You hum in acknowledgement and pop the trunk open and place the duffel bag inside and closing it. You turn to the boys and smirk,

"So, who's riding with me?"

They all start bickering and playing a game of rock, paper, scissors; pushing Jungkook forward who smirks at you,

"Looks like you're stuck with me dollface".

You give him a sarcastic smile and walking over to him so your chest to chest and his breath hitches as you lean closer to his face as if you were about to kiss him, you let your lips slightly graze his before whispering,

"Nah, you're stuck with me".

You pull back smirking as you leave a frozen Jungkook in his place and walk over to your car,climbing in. The others snicker and Taehyung yells out,

"Goddamn, did it get hot in here or is it just me?"  

"Shut up hyung". Jungkook snarls before climbing into the passenger seat of your car. Irene hands the other 6 boy, three pairs of keys to the other cars,

"Drive in twos, take your pick, all these are Y/N's so if you get a scratch on them, you'll die okay? I'll hid your car in the here for you." She says. They nod and pair up before running off to the cars and climbing into them. Irene bends down to your level of the car and gives a look of worry and protectiveness.

"You better fucking keep her safe Jeon Jungkook I swear to god if she has just so much as a scratch on her the next time I see her, I'll you okay? This bitch right here is like my sister and pretty much the only family I have".  She lectures glaring at the boy beside you. He nods and gives her a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

"You have my word Irene". He says determined. She nods and looks at you,

"You have a tendency of following danger so try to stay alive okay? You may be the strongest girl I've ever met but that doesn't make you invincible okay?" She says. You nod giving her a reassuring smile.

"Okay, you never seen me or these seven okay?" You say. She nods and pats the car letting you know you can go,

"I saw nothing, see you on the flip side". She smiles. You rev your engine and speed off down the road with three other cars following close behind you. You and Jungkook sat in silence for a while and he decided to break it.

"Was it really necessary to show us instead of tell us?" He asks looking at the street lights as you speed along. You chuckle and look at him slightly before focusing on the road again.

"Yeah, if I told you, you'd never believe me". You say. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Baby girl, we're the mafia, we've seen stuff that you'd not imagine, I'm pretty sure we'd believe you".

You breath out and shake your head at the nickname.

"Again with nicknames, will you ever cut it out?" You ask and he smirks shaking his head,

"Nah, I'm good".

You huff and ask, "Are you always this irritated?"

"Hmmm, everyone irritates me, don't take it to heart dollface". He says smirking letting his arm hang out the car window.

"Duly noted". You mumble to yourself as you pull up to the place. You look around noticing all the familiar cars and smile at the sound of cars revving and the laughter and music. You climb out the car along with Jungkook, just as the rest climb out. They look around in awe and Jimin eyes widen in realization of where you guys were,

"Wait...this is...-"

"Street racing, welcome to streets boys, this is my territory".

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Cosmic Showdown ~ Chapter 1

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This series was inspired by my Seventeen high school AU. 

A/N: i’m sorry to everyone on mobile who can’t see the ‘keep reading’ link!

Word Count: 1k 

Genre/warnings: sci-fi, apocalyptic, humor, angst, death 

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I was convinced that the world was ending. 

See, I had woken up at least an hour late on a gloomy Monday morning. I basically sprinted halfway to school before realizing that I left my bag, lunch, and field trip form at home, so I had to go back to get it. 

And it was just my luck, that as soon as I left home again, the dark clouds that had been gathering for some time decided to piss an ocean of icy tears. To top off my perfect morning, I stood at the front of a full math class, completely soaked and an hour late. 

My dramatic entrance was met with an amused smirk from my teacher—Mr. Abbott—and quiet giggles from my classmates. A searing heat of embarrassment shot up my neck and painted my cheeks a bright pink. I kept my head down to avoid the dozens of piercing gazes as I made my way to Mr. Abbott’s messy desk. Water droplets from my untamed hair and wrinkled clothes fell to the ground with each step I took, marking my legacy down on the floor. 

“Here,” I muttered, digging a hand into my damp backpack to reveal a thankfully dry field trip form. 

Mr. Abbott frowned and said, “This was due last week,” but took it anyways. 

“I know,” I nodded sheepishly. “I, um...I forgot. Can I come today on the field trip or is it too late?” 

He sighed, taking out a list of the students going and adding my name at the bottom in neat handwriting. 

Elise Mayuri. 

“This is the last time I’m ever doing this for you,” Mr. Abbott said as he waved his pen in my face. “If you ever hand in a form late again, you’re not going. Mark my words.” 

He then waved his pen towards the desks. “Take a seat. We’re just working on some textbook problems.”

Just as a weight lifted off my shoulders, another one immediately took its place. 

There was nowhere to sit. 

My usual seat at the back of the class had been taken by the school’s bad boy, Wen Junhui. Judging by the way he had thrown his feet up on the desk, he probably made a permanent home there. 

I didn’t like Junhui in the slightest. He had a terrible attitude; he was rude and unhealthily arrogant. 

Now, I won’t lie—he was quite handsome. With sharp facial features, mischievous dark brown eyes and a muscular body, he really did seem like everybody’s dream boyfriend. But in the way that his personality reeked, his physical scent was much, much worse. The smell of designer cologne and car oil was so pungent on him that even when I was five meters away from him, I still managed to gag. 

I kept on scanning the room until my eyes landed on the only empty seat. It was the desk beside Sung...Sung something. That guy I really liked. The one who was definitely cuter than Wen Junhui. 

That’s also another thing worth nothing. Not that I liked him or thought that he was cute, but how I forgot his name. 

I had a habit of forgetting. 

I always forgot everything: names, dates, what I was going to say, passwords, phone numbers, where I parked, and the list goes on, and on, and on. I’ve tried making myself remember things by putting constant reminders on my phone or by writing it down, but I can’t write down my crush’s name on my hands or notebook. That would just be creepy. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Abbott. asked, clearly agitated. “You’re already late and the class is almost over. Hurry up and take a seat. There’s one beside Sungcheol.” 

At the mention of his name, Sungcheol’s eyes flickered from his phone to me, then to Mr. Abbott, and then back to his phone. The hood of his football sweatshirt was pulled over his forehead, making his overgrown bangs look messy and wild. He rested his cheek in one calloused hand as he lazily scrolled down on his phone, the screen painting his face an eerie shade of blue. 

Why does he look so good? I thought to myself. Even when he doesn’t try to look good, he always fails. Every time. 

I scurried like a mouse towards the desk, shooting daggers from my eyes at Junhui. His response was a cheeky smirk followed by a wink. 

Taking a seat in the broken plastic chair, I took out my notebook, pencil, and heavy math textbook before throwing my bag underneath the desk. 

Anyone who knew me knew that I had a huge crush on Choi Sungcheol, the school’s number one jock. Being near Sungcheol sent violent waves of adrenaline coursing through my veins; it made my heartbeat erratic and my hands tremble. He was a literal prince charming, and an all-around ladies man. 

I really liked him. Like, really, really liked him. The only problem is that I could never remember his name. Sometimes I would ask to borrow a pencil from him or run into him in the hallways, and I would always get his name wrong. 

The first time I asked him for a pencil, I called him Trevor. The second time I asked him, I called him Henry. When I ran into him in the hallways in March— and this was after we had been in the same class for seven months—I called him Norbert. 

I gave up trying to talk to him after that. 

The sound of Sungcheol’s honeyed chuckles pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to look at him, thinking that he was laughing at me—thinking that he was humored by how quickly I had prepared myself or was just trying to start a conversation, but I was wrong. 

He was laughing at a stupid meme on his phone. 

And just like that, my Monday went from bad to terrible in a matter of six words. 

“Hey Hansol,” Sungcheol whispered and leaned across the aisle, “check out this meme.” 

~  Admin Calypso {｡^◕‿◕^｡}

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dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung 

Genre: that good good smut 

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k 

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!} 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)  

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both. 

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.” 

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--” 

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!” 

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”  

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...” 

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like. 

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.” 

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?” 

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?” 

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?” 

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?” 

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light. 

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back. 

“i’m just repeating what you said!!” 

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen. 

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--” 

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--” 

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.” 

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.” 

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.” 

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.” 

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths. 

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can. 

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung. 

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for. 

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.” 

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual. 

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate. 

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?” 

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.” 

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?” 

“window of opportunity passed.” 

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.” 

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him. 

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?” 

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.”” 

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits. 

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.” 

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?” 

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.” 

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock. 

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.” 

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable. 

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders. 

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more. 

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly. 

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed. 

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.” 

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words. 

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.” 

“it’s only a couple of blocks--” 

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?” 

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.” 

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.” 

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--” 

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.” 

“me? sleep with you?” 

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.” 

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.” 

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting. 

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.” 

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.  

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing. 

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”  

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.” 

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake. 

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?” 

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.” 

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths. 

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours. 

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.” 

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?” 

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed. 

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs. 

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core. 

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief. 

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for. 

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you. 

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy. 

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?” 

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop. 

under the covers, his own legs twisted. 

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.  

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard. 

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake. 

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further. 

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle. 

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back. 

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own. 

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly. 

���you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you. 

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself. 

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did. 

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum. 

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.” 

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly. 

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?” 

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access. 

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.  

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it. 

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room. 

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?” 

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise. 

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure. 

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural. 

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it.  “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.” 

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened. 

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear. 

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell  as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand. 

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--” 

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!” 

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP 

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks. 

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened. 

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?” 

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...” 

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room. 

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.” 

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body. 

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real. 

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?” 

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?” 

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth. 

“i just...i just had this insane dream...” 

“dream? about what?” 

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed. 

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be. 

you leaned in closer, closing the gap. 

“it went something like this.” 

~🌹~

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[whattodowithkpop]

Third Times The Charm? (Jun)

HUMOR; FLUFF

550 WORDS

A/N- The prompt I used was ‘Third Times The Charm’ from the titles. 

***

The day had finally arrived. The happiest day of any couple’s life. The wedding day. However, this particular couple were having their third happiest day. This was their third attempt at a wedding ceremony. The guests that had come were only close family at this point, the other guests getting tired of all the delays that kept forcing the couple to cancel their wedding day.

The first attempt was in the spring. The weather was beautiful and the birds were chirping happily in the sky. They picked the perfect day for such a happy occasion. The nerves of both bride and groom were through the roof as they waited patiently for the ceremony to start. Jun stood by the officiator, his right hand enclosed around his left wrist as he took deep breaths to control his nerves. Minghao stood next to him, patting his shoulder comfortingly. 

The music started playing, all of the guests standing to watch the bride enter. Jun felt his heart stop as she appeared on the steps, holding her bouquet as the veil draped in front of her face. The music continued as she walked down the stairs, beginning her journey to the man of her dreams. She reached the bottom of the stairs when, suddenly, a scream was heard from her side of the family. The whole event looked over in concern, seeing the bride’s great aunt collapsed on the floor. She was rushed to the hospital, but it was all for not, she died before reaching the hospital. It was a heart attack.

The wedding was rescheduled to the summer.

It was a much hotter day the second time around, but it wasn’t unbearable. The happy couple were both saddened that their first date didn’t work out, but they were excited to finally tie the knot this time… Or so they thought. 

No one had scheduled an officiator, making it impossible for anybody to marry them on that day.

The couple were discouraged, feeling as if having a ceremony wasn’t in the cards for them. However, their mothers wouldn’t take no for an answer and scheduled the ceremony in the fall.

The day was nigh. The leaves were slowly falling from the trees, the oranges and yellows enhancing the beauty of the ceremony. Neither one realized hoq beautiful a fall wedding could be, making excitement course through their veins.

Jun was nervously fidgeting next to the officiator one again. His best friend diligently beside him. This had failed two times already and he just wanted it to go well. A slight breeze goes through the outside ceremony. Jun’s hair flying with it just as the song begins to flow in the breeze. She walks out, standing at the stairs. Jun’s heart speeds up as he finally feels as if this would work this time. She approaches him slowly, reaching him as the wind blows her dress lightly. She stands in front of him, smiling brightly as he lifts the veil.

“No one died.” She states as her cheeks begin to hurt from how hard she was smiling.

“And no one is missing.” Jun smiles back, his heart still beating rapidly.

“Third times the charm?” She giggles quietly.

“Don’t jinx us.” Jun jokes as he takes her hands in his as the officiator begins the vows.

They finally got their wedding they deserved.

SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

[despondentamigo]

I need fanfic writers to chill with their tags tho cuz like i be looking for memes about my faves and all of the sudden I AM ASSAULTED BY ___ X READER SMUT

Almost everytime I look under recently posted in the tags i need HOLY WATER

[corgi-yeonjun]

Roasting Chestnuts

Pairing: Choi Beomgyu X Reader

Genre: Slice Of Life!au

Word Count: 701

[Masterlist]

“Brrr~ It sure is getting chilly out” I state, mostly to myself, as my numb fingers struggle to zip up my black coat, “gosh dang it, curse you fingers!”

After about five minutes, I managed to secure myself, and practically melt, within the warmth of the coat.

“Y/N! You okay there?” a voice snaps me out of my trance. I open my eyes to see my neighbor,and classmate, Beomgyu, walking over to me.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just really cold out and I’d rather stay inside. But, I had to go pick up a few things from the store for my mother” I reply as I hold up a plastic bag filled with items.

“Oo! Did you get any chestnuts?”

“No, why?”

“You know the song, ‘Chestnuts roasting on an open fire~’, right?” he questions, “We should totally do that!”

I ponder for a second before breaking out into a grin, “That sounds like a fun idea! Here, hold this while I go buy some chestnuts.”

I shove the bag into his hand and run back into the store. I skim through each isle before finding what I needed. I grab the bag, paid at checkout, and went back outside.

Beomgyu was leaning against the windows upon my return. He notices me and stands up. I wave the bag in his face with a grin.

“First things first, I have to give my mom her items, then we can roast the chestnuts. I’m so glad we have a fire pit in the backyard” I explain.

After some minor chitchat on the way to my house, and dropping off the items, we head to my backyard. I ask if I could grab the proper utensils and pans from inside. My mother agrees and hands me them.

Beomgyu throws firewood into the fire pit as I throw in some newspapers. Lighting one newspaper on fire with a match, I quickly toss it into the pit. Once the fire was all set, I place everything we needed to make roasted chestnuts out on the ground.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never really done this before” I shyly rub my hands together.

“No need to worry, I’ll help you,” Beomgyu smiles and reaches for the bag of chestnuts, “We need to score X’s onto the chestnuts, okay?”

I nod and we began to work. A minute later, there was one chestnut left and I go to grab it. But I guess Beomgyu reached as well because both of our hands touched.

“Oh, sorry!” I stumble out, “You can have it.”

“No no,” he shakes his head and grabs the chestnut, placing it into my hand, “you can do the last one.”

“Oh.. okay.” I score the nut and set it into the pan with the rest of them.

“Good! Now we just have to place them over the fire” Beomgyu smiles. I pick up the pan and lay it on top of the fire. I jump slightly at the heat, almost dropping it all.

“Ah, here, let me do it instead” a hand replaces my hand that was holding the pan. I look up to see him staring at the chestnuts.

“Y/N, look! The chestnuts are peeling!” I snap out of it and glance down. The chestnuts were, in fact, peeling.

“Wha-!” my mouth gapes open. I hear him chuckle at my expression as he shakes the pan.

It only took roughly half and hour that Beomgyu deemed the chestnuts ready. He removes the pan and places it onto an oven mitt.

“Now we just have to wait until they cool down first then-“

“Hot!” I shriek and retract my hand. I place my finger in my mouth, trying to relieve the pain.

“Jesus Y/N,” Beomgyu sighs, “Here, let me see it.”

I show him my finger, “I’m such an idiot.”

“Oh hush, it’s just a tiny burn, nothing big. But I’ll agree with you that you are an idiot.”

“Hey!” I remark, pulling my hand away, “whatever.” Beomgyu just laughs at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle afterwards.

“Thanks by the way” he catches his breath, still slightly laughing.

“Nah, thank you,” I turn it around, “this was a fun idea.”

“Let’s just enjoy ourselves some roasted chestnuts.”

[forevrsoonyoung]

Lie Again

Sequel to 247 

“We changed a lot, we wanted more

I hurt you with words that weren’t what I meant

Even as I need you everyday, I push you away, knowing I’ll regret it

I lie again, words that weren't the truth

I lie again, words that I don't want to say, I lie again.”

     “I’ve been waiting... for you Soonyoung.” He spoke silently, but the words boomed in Soonyoungs ears. His heart beating so hard he could feel it in his throat.

     “W-What? Why?” He turned to look at Jihoon was was already staring at him. A small smile made its way across his face as tears filled his small eyes.

     “Because I lied Soonyoung, I lied and lied again.”

     He thought back to a few months before. He woke up early in the morning and looked over to see his boyfriend of three years sleeping peacefully. He looked over to this alarm clock. 

     “4:26am. Good amount of time.” He whispered to himself as he rolled out of bed quietly, careful not to wake his sleeping partner who had only been asleep for at least three hours. He got up and stretched his arms. He exhaled deeply and smiled. He walked into the bathroom and washed his face before brushing his teeth. He tip toed out of their bedroom and toward the front door. He grabbed his bag and keys off the hook and left. Locking the door behind him. He made his way to his studio. He looked down at his watch. 4:58. He shrugged and figured he would just put in extra work for the up coming projects his company was working on. 

     As he made his way through the lobby and got to the elevator another person stood next to him. He looked over and was greeted by a familiar smile.

     “Good morning Hyung! I see you’re also coming in a little early.“ 

     “Good morning Bang Chan. Yeah, figured with all the upcoming projects we have it would be best to come in and get a hard start on today’s objectives.” He smiled as the two got on the elevator.  

    “That makes sense,” The younger male said as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator “But I feel like you’re always here. Even on weekends you're here from dawn until dusk. Doesn’t your boyfriend ever get lonely?” 

     “Soonyoung is usually just as busy as me. I usually only see him for a few minutes before I leave to come here and by then he’s asleep, since he usually doesn't come home until around 1 am on most nights, but he’s home until about noon before he leaves for the day.” I shrugged as I watched the display light up and the numbers change.

     “I don’t mean to be nosey or intrude on your personal business- but what kind of relationship is one where you both are THAT busy? Doesn’t it seem like a waste of time?” Chan looked at Jihoon and raised his eyebrow. 

     Jihoon sat in silence for a minute and thought about it. He really did only spend a few minutes with Soonyoung in the early morning, and he wasn’t even conscious for it. He never thought about how his busy schedule could be effecting his boyfriend. He never thought to ask him how he felt about him taking up the busier projects. Jihoon remained in deep thought until the stop for Bang Chan’s floor came up.

    “Well Hyung this is my floor, please don’t think too hard on what I said. I was just curious.” He smiled and patted Jihoon's arm before getting off, leaving Jihoon in thought by himself. 

     The rest of the day Jihoon couldn't focus right. Around noon he sent a text to his closest friend, Mingyu and asked to meet up. Mingyu was a mutual friend of Jihoon and Soonyoung, so if anyone was going to give him honest advice it was him. The two males met at a noodle bar and sat at their table. They spoke casually for a bit before finally Jihoon spoke up.

     “So, how doe Soonyoung seem to you these days?” He looked at Mingyu with a hint of worry in his eyes.

     “Why’re you asking me Hyung? He’s your boyfriend,” He laughed as he brought some noodles to his mouth, “You see him more than I do.”

     “Actually... These days I don’t. I’ve been going into work around 6am and I’m home around 8pm, Soonyoung goes to his studio around 12pm and get’s home around 1 am... The only time I see him is when I wake to go to work and look over at him sleeping...” He said sadly, taking a sip from his glass.

    Mingyu’s eyes widened in shock, “Wow, so that must be why he’s been off these last few weeks. I must admit to you, he hasn’t been himself. He’s been really quiet and to himself. We’ve all been worried but he figured it was just his busy schedule. He must be emotionally exhausted as well.” He spoke so casually.

     Jihoon felt his heart drop to his stomach. He hadn’t realized how much his professional life was interfering with his personal life. He hadn't realized how much his professional life was effecting someone else’s life. He couldn't stomach the thought that he was the cause of all Soonyoung’s misery. He didn’t want to be the reason Soonyoung wasn’t his cheery and radiating self. That’s what made Jihoon fall for him the first place. He was a yellow ray of light in his monotone world. He needed Soonyoung to be happy. Even if he wasn’t the cause of it. Soonyoung was someone who deserved to be loved and cherished. Always. He deserved someone who had the time to do things with him. Someone who was there to cook him breakfast in the morning before he was gone and working hard for 12 hours. Jihoon knew he wasn’t able to be that person for him. He was too dedicated to his career. That was his downfall. 

     After an hour Jihoon and Mingyu said their goodbyes and parted ways. He knew he had to give Soonyoung up. It would be selfish for him to keep him with now knowing how miserable he is these days because of him. He also knew Soonyoung wasn’t just going to give Jihoon up. He knew he would have to really break his heart, and as much as it broke his own heart to acknowledge it he knew he had too. It was for Soonyoung’s happiness. He would give anything for that. He would do anything for him. 

     He decided to leave the studio a little earlier that day. If he was going to be leaving Soonyoung it had to be now, or he was never going to. He planned to do it when he knew Soonyoung wouldn't be home. He wouldn’t be able to see his face. He had just planned on packing all of his things and leaving without saying a word. He couldn't bare to see his face. 

     He arrived at the apartment and laid in their bed. He laid on his side and put his face in Soonyoung’s pillow, inhaling deeply and letting the comforting scent sweep through his senses one last time. He couldn't believe he was toxic for the person who was helping him flourish. He sat up and took a deep breath. He brought himself to his feet and began packing all his clothes in the biggest suitcase he had. He packed his clothes and his toiletries. He left his bag by the door and decided to clean the apartment before he left. He knew it would be the last time it would be cleaned for a while. He vacuumed and swept the floors and rug. He did the dishes and cleaned the counter tops and cabinets. He looked in the pantry and fridge to make sure Soonyoung would have enough to survive foe a bit since he was terrible at shopping for himself. He looked around. This apartment was his home. He was filled with pictures of the two, helplessly in love. Pictures of their families and friends. Memories they held closely to their hearts, and he was about to leave it all behind. He felt that heart sinking sadness.

     After a few minutes of walking through the apartment one last time he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the doorknob turn and Soonyoung enter the apartment. It was hours before he was supposed to be home. The whole reason Jihoon was doing this now is because he wasn’t supposed to run into him. Soonyoung looked at the suitcase in Jihoon's hand and it was like he already knew what was going on, but was in denial.

     Jihoon saw the tears beginning to form in Soonyoung’s eyes as he opened his mouth to speak, “J-Jihoon. What are you doing? Going on a trip?” He tried to cover his nervousness with laughter, but Jihoon could hear straight through it. He took a deep breath and tried to seem and unemotional as possible.

     “Soonyoung let’s not act like we haven’t seen this coming for quite some time now” Lie. He had no idea that when he woke up that morning that his night would end with him walking out on his boyfriend. Even now as his suitcase was in his hand he still wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing.

     “Can’t we sit down and talk about this first? Please? I know we’ve both been busy, but I’ve been trying so hard… Jihoon please you can’t leave me.” The words pierced through Jihoon’s entire being. He had never seen Soonyoung so afraid. Caught so off guard.  All he wanted to do was drop his bad and take the older male into his arms, but he knew this had to be done so Soonyoung could find someone better. Someone who deserved him. 

     “Soonyoung… There’s no talking about it anymore. I’m sorry. I’ve just lost those feelings…” Another lie. Jihoon wanted to sit down with him and talk about everything. About what Bang Chan and Mingyu had said to him. About why he was suddenly leaving the love of his life. But to Jihoon, this wasn’t an option.

       “Lost what? What feelings? The desire to fix us? I’ll change everything. I’ll fix it all since I’m the reason we’re so broken. I’ll find another job with a better schedule. Jihoon please I’ll-” Jihoon shook his head as he looked at the floor and had to cut him off, the thought of Soonyoung giving up his dream just to please the younger was even more heart wrenching. Soonyoung wasn’t Soonyoung without his passion for his career. Being a choreographer was Soonyoung’s dream. His passion. 

     “Soonyoung, I don’t love you anymore. I have come to not like you. I don’t wanna see you anymore.” Lie again. Jihoon loves Soonyoung more than he could ever explain. More than anything that existed in this life time. More than life itself. Which is why he had to let him go. No matter how much Jihoon loved Soonyoung, Soonyoung needed to be happy. He wouldn’t allow himself to be the cause of Soonyoung’s misfortune. The two sat in silence as Soonyoung’s emotionally unstable brain tried to process the events that were taking place. After a few more minutes Jihoon grabbed his bad and walked passed Soonyoung and headed for the door.

     “I wish you the best.” He said as he left the apartment and shut the door behind him. He couldn't stop the tears that were escaping his eyes and he walked away from the love of his life and the home they shared together. He pulled out his phone and called his friend, Boo Seungkwan asking if he could come stay with him.

     Over the next few months Jihoon does nothing but burry himself in work. After staying with Seungkwan for a few days, he finds room for rent and begins living there. In a basic one bedroom apartment across from his studio. His friends don’t see much of him and it’s probably for the best. A few of them would have a few words for him with how he ended things with Soonyoung. Eventually over time Jihoon’s regret for leaving Soonyoung was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. He couldn't believe it still. He soon (Soon as in starting the night he left soon) starts to visit the place the couple and their friends would hand out when they were younger. Where his earliest memories of Soonyoung took place. At an abandoned office building in Seoul’s south side. He began going in hopes he would run into Soonyoung but for weeks he had no luck, until that night.

     He looked over at his clock that hung above his door. 1:38am. He sighed and decided he would remain working and finish up what he was doing before he would go for the night. After a little while as he was saving all his his progress he heard a knock on his door, “Come in.” Jihoon spoke as he began saving his programs and closing them.

     “I was hoping you’d still be here Hyung. You wanna go out for some drinks before heading home? I’m meeting Seokmin and Changbin at the bar down the street. We would really like to spend some time with you.” Bang Chan spoke as he frowned. He knew Jihoon was having a hard time with his break up and he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible. If he never would have asked those stupid questions, Jihoon never would have thought he was a problem in Soonyoung’s life.

     “Not tonight Channie, Hyung is very tired and wants to go to sleep.” Jihoon flashed the younger a small, sleepy smile. He looked at his watch as the digital numbers read ‘2:26am’.

     “Okay Hyung, but next time you’re coming out and I mean it! It’s not good for you to not interact with people and your friends miss you. Not everyone is against you ya know.” He smiled and shut Jihoon’s door. Jihoon sat back for a little bit before he began packing his things up. After he packed his belongings for the night he sat back once again. He yawned and stretched his arms before checking his watch again. 3:37am. He stood up and exited his studio, locking the door before getting into the elevator. He put in his headphones and listened to his music before the elevator came to the lobby. He exits the elevator and eventually exits the building and heads towards the office building.

     He approaches the building and checks his phone. 3:50am. He takes a deep breath and enters the building. He quickly makes his way up the deteriorating staircase to the rooftop. He walked over to the railing and grabs it. He couldn't help but feel silly. He had no idea why he thought Soonyoung would come to this place. Especially at this time. He knew by now that Soonyoung was with their friend, Chan, in a new relationship and from what he understood Soonyoung was quite happy with the younger male. They worked at the same studio and even choreographed some dances together. That was who deserved Soonyoung. Someone who understood and had time for him. 

     Just as Jihoon was realizing how stupid his plan was he heard the staircase door open behind him. The breeze carried the familiar and comforting scent to him. It smelled like home. His home. He turned around as the moon light illuminated both of their faces. He felt his heart begin to race for the first time in what felt like months. Soonyoung’s face showed pure shock and surprise. Jihoon look at his eyes. God, how he missed those small eyes.

     He smiled and spoke softly, “So... You still come here too, huh?” He could see Soonyoung’s face relax as the familiar voice filled his ears.

     “Y-Yeah... I didn’t think you did though.” His voice filled with timidness as he smiled. His eyes becoming crescent moons as his cheeks lifted to form his classic 10:10 smile that Jihoon adored more than anything on this planet.

     Jihoon smiled at him and nodded, “I do... and have been since the day I left. I come here every night around 4 am and wait for the sun rise then leave.”

     Soonyoung smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Waiting for the sunrise? Why wait here when there’s plenty of better places to watch it.” he said as he walked towards Jihoon and stood next to him, staring out into the distance as he grabbed the railing.

“I’ve been waiting… For you Soonyoung.” He spoke silently, but the words boomed through Soonyoung’s ears. His heart pounding so loud he could feel it in his throat.

    “W-What? Why?” He turned to look at Jihoon, who was already staring at him. A small smile made it’s way across his face as tears filled his small eyes.

    “Because I lied Soonyoung. I lied, and lied again.”

    “Lied? Lied about what?” He looked at Jihoon confused. Jihoon couldn’t contain himself any longer. He didn’t care if it made him selfish. He would be selfish then. These last few months without Soonyoung were the hardest times of his life. He thought eventually he would be okay without him, but he wasn’t. He thought about Soonyoung everyday. How much he missed waking up in the middle of night and seeing Soonyoung sleeping peacefully next to him, or sometimes wrapped around him. How much he missed those random ‘I love you’ texts through out the day and the occasional just because phone calls in the after noon. He missed having light in his life. He missed laughing. He missed being loved, and loving someone in return. He missed his yellow ray of light. 

    He placed his hands on Soonyoung’s and wrapped his delicate fingers around them, “I lied about everything... I never stopped loving you. Ever. Not even now, as I’ve been without you for months. Every day has just gotten harder and harder without you. All I wanted was to talk about everything, but I was so convinced talking would do nothing. That you would stay unhappy with me. That you needed someone who had the time to do things with you. Someone who had time to eat meals with you. Someone who deserved you, and I didn't think that person was me. I still hate myself for breaking your heart like that because I thought it was best you for you but...” Jihoon looked into Soonyoung’s eyes with tears filling his own, “But Soonyoung you’re what’s best for me. I can't keep going on without you.” 

     Soonyoung without any hesitation pulled his hands out of Jihoon’s and cupped his face lightly, “Oh- Jihoonie-” Tears began to escape his own eyes as he leaned in and pressed his lips to the smaller’s, before pulling away and pulling him into a tight hug before whispering into his ear.

     “Don’t ever lie again.”

[svtts]

↠𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 65; "𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺." & 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹

the translation question troubles you as you stare at it, the multiple languages on the page giving you a headache. ‘this makes no sense.’ you mutter as your boyfriend, felix, walks in.

‘what makes no sense.’ he asks, placing a tea on the desk next to you as he looks over your shoulder to see you struggling with your english homework. he shakes his head chuckling lightly.

‘i’ll help you study. i’m quite good at english.’ he winks and you feel heat rise up to you cheeks. he pulls up a stool to your desk, leaning over and reading the questions.

‘lix, i just don’t want to do it.’ you sigh leaning back and crossing your arms like a toddler. laughing at your childish behaviour, he begins to convince you to do it.

‘when i take you to australia, you need to be able to speak english to my parents, right?’ he tells you. speechless, you look at him, your mouth parted. he gives you motivation and after thrity minutes, and alot of felix teasing you, your homework was finished.

‘my parents will love you.’ he says, as you put your english book on your shelf. he daydreams, thinking of you finally meeting his parents. your cheeks become bright pink as he lies on the bed watching you pack away.

‘bit of help lix?’ he watches you as you struggle to reach the top shelf. he comes behind you, taking your book in our hand and wrapping the other securely around your waist. 

‘let’s cuddle.’

[whattodowithace]

When The Sweater Paws Come Off (Yunho)

FLUFF; SLIGHT SPICE

~~~~~

I was dancing through the halls, bumping into the walls and furniture as I travel through the small apartment. My earbuds are resting comfortably in my ears with just the right volume so I couldn’t hear anything, but it wasn’t so deafening that’d I’d suffer too much hearing loss. I was dancing through the living room, when my body collides with a hard surface, one that sends me backwards towards the floor. I listen as the song continues to play, but no contact with the floor comes. I feel the arm around me, having a pretty good guess as to who the owner of said arm was. I peak my eyes open slowly, looking shyly up at Yunho. I smile sheepishly as he straightens me to be standing fully. I watch his mouth move, but don’t hear his words, causing me to give him a confused look. I see him smile wider as he slowly reaches for the side of my head, gently tugging out the earbud from my ear. 

  “I asked if you were having fun.” He chuckles, holding out the earbud for me to take. I nod at him as I take the bud, pulling the other out and placing them on the table close by. 

  “How long have you been home?” I ask him, going back to stand in front of him as I give him a hug. 

“Long enough.” He teases, pulling a whine from me. 

 He laughs as he pulls away from the hug. He grabs my face with his hands, which were covered by his large sweater, giving him the most precious sweater paws. He pulls my face to his, intertwining our lips in a soft, sweet kiss. His mouth tasted like coffee, enticing me into deepening the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck to get a better taste. He pulls away, realizing my motives, his soft smile turning into a small smirk. 

He pulls his hands away from my face, then proceeds to grab his sweater paws and roll them up past his elbow, revealing his forearms. This adjustment causes me to loosen my arms around his neck, instantly becoming putty in his hands from this simple action. As soon as both sleeves were lifted, he roughly grabs my face again, placing a rougher kiss onto my lips. Our breathes became labored as we push air harshly through our noses, trying to get enough air so we didn’t have to pull away. One of Yunho’s hands travel down my side, resting on my hipbone. He uses this hand to push me backwards, lifting me slightly to rest on the back of the couch. His body stands in between my legs as I rest them against his hips. Yunho leaves my lips with a quick bite, descending down my jaw, leaving tiny kisses down the length of my neck. He leaves a heavier kiss on the right side of my neck before he aligns in front of me. He rests his forehead on mine, smiling fondly at me. We stare into each other’s eyes for a couple moments, catching our breathes and enjoying the comfortable silence resting in the room. 

“Well that escalated quickly.” I giggle, keeping my arms around his neck. 

  “Yea.” He chuckles, out of breath. “It did.” 

He pulls his sweater back down his arms, bringing back the sweater paws. I hug him closer as he wraps his arms wound my waist hugging me tightly. I squeal as he picks me up, making his way to the bedroom.

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