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mxnsxngie · 1 year

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Meant For Me (P.S): Chapter 1

Warnings: talks of sexual encounters and prior drunk shenanigans but no detailed scenes

Word Count: 1893

Author's Note: Okay SO! I have never written a series OR smau OR for Ateez before, but here we go! I hope you all like one Park Seonghwa, and I hope you enjoy!

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“I swear this place has the best coffee” you hummed as you walked across the coffee shop with your friends to grab a large table for everyone.

“Girl we’ve known they do” Mae said as she plopped herself into one of the seats at the table.

“I know that, but it still somehow baffles me every time” you say as you sit down in a chair beside her, laughing at her.

“Same here, it’s soooo good! I couldn’t survive without it” Cassi says as she sits across from you. You all nod and hum in agreement. So what if you were all caffeine addicts?

“Okay so spill, how did you find your soulmate and what’s he like?! I want to know everything!” Cassi says as she looks over at Mae, turning towards her.

“Oh my god yes! Please tell us about the guys that’s managed to keep you holed up for like, 3 days” you chuckle as you turn towards her too.

“Okay first of all, he is sooo good. When y’all find your soulmates you’ll be doing the same, because girl it is amazing! But we’ll get back to that!” Mae says causing you all to laugh at her. She could be a bit dramatic but somehow you didn’t think she was exaggerating on this one. You only hoped you’d get to experience this.

“So, remember how I mentioned I have a project for my literature class that we had to have a partner for and I got paired with that extremely pretty guy?” She asks you and Cassi.

“Yeah! Oh my god, no way? Is it him?!” Cassi asks in surprise.

“She’s getting there, let her tell the story” you laugh at your friends eagerness.

“I’m getting there! But yes, that guy! So we were meeting up at the library to work on the project and he beat me there. I was walking towards him and like my clumsy ass tripped! I think it must have been on a cord or something, but I tripped and landed on his lap. Thank god he caught me, but my heart was racing and l thought it was from the fall. But I looked at him, and my side kind of started tingling, right where my mark is. And I realized when I landed in his lap, he caught me by my side so I wouldn’t fall off him. It took my breath away, and then I realized when he caught me my hand was kind of on the side of of his face, like my hand in his hair on the side of his face, and right under my thumb, he had a mark by his eye where I was holding him! We kind of just sat there for a moment looking at each other after that” she laughed a little, but had a dreamy look on her face.

“Stop that’s so cute! But how did the disappearing for three days happen?” Cassi asked with a smirk.

“Oh that’s the best part! So after we were looking at each other for a minute, he leaned over and kissed me and it was like literal sparks were flying. I was breathless when we pulled back and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place to get acquainted before we did the project, so we scrambled to grab our stuff and went to his. And uh, well we spent the next couple of days alternating between fucking like animals and working on the project” she laughs. “But god the things that man can do, he is something else” she groans.

“Sounds like it” you laugh, looking at the dazed look on your friends face.

“God I can’t wait for that” Cassi sighs as she sips her coffee.

“I hope I get that cause it sounds amazing” you say as you look at your drink before taking a sip, trying not to be too disappointed.

“Oh you will and you’ll love it. It’s a like a whole other world when it’s with your soulmate. Ooo speaking of!” Mae says as she jumps up from her seat. You laugh at her as you and Cassi stand up and follow her to where she’s run over to a group of four guys who walked in. She immediately is hugging one of them as he gives her a brief kiss and takes her hand as she leads them back to where you and Cassi are standing at the table.

“Guys this is my Yeosang! Yeosang, these are my best friends Cassi and y/n!” Mae says as he reaches his hand out to shake both of yours.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You say as you shake his hand. Mae wasn’t exaggerating, he was stunning.

“Nice to meet you too! This coffee shop looks really nice” he says as he shakes Cassi’s hand.

“Isn’t it?!” Mae says to him with a smile.

“Oh so it’s okay when he talks about the aesthetic but not me?” You say with a brow raised.

“Yeah, you talk about how cute places are all the time, but this is the first time he’s ever really said a place is aesthetically pleasing” Mae says with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah I see how it is” you say with a joking eye roll, causing everyone to laugh.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I should introduce the others!” Yeosang says as he looks over to his friends

“This chaotic dumbass is Wooyoung” Yeosang says as he gestures to a shorter man with dark hair.

“First of all, I take offense to that. But hi, you guys can call me Woo, nice to meet you” he says with a smirk as he shakes both of your hands. You snickered at his attitude, Mae was going to be great friends with him.

“This is Hongjoong” he introduces as he claps his friend on the shoulder.

“Pleasure to meet you” the shorter blonde says as he shakes your hand before moving towards Cassi.

“And the tall one here is Seonghwa” he says as the tall dark haired man steps forward to shake your hand with a beautiful smile.

“It’s nice to meet you” he says, as he smiles down at you.

“It’s nice to meet you too” you say smiling back as you get lost in his eyes for a second as you shake his hand. He really was stunning, and you couldn’t explain it, but something about him felt comforting. Just as a light blush was taking over your cheeks, you hear a pair of gasps come from your right. You all turn your heads to see Cassi and Hongjoong shaking hands with their eyes locked in shock.

“Are you guys okay?” You ask as you slowly drop Seonghwa’s hand and turn to stand next to him as you look at your friends in confusion.

“It’s you?” They both accidentally say in unison before laughing together.

“I’m confused here” Seonghwa says from beside you, just as puzzled.

“No fucking way! This is great! Our friends are soulmates too!” Mae says as she bounces a little beside Yeosang.

“Wait really? They just looked at each other” Yeosang says in surprise.

“Yeah but it’s different for everyone. I didn’t have a mark, but I guess ours was eye contact” Cassi says quietly, still looking Hongjoong in the eye as she smiles.

“I can’t believe I found you” Hongjoong says smiling back.

“Well shit! That’s awesome! Now we just need to find Hwa’s” Woo says as he claps Seonghwa’s shoulder.

The tall man beside you groans as everyone starts moving to sit down at the table and takes a seat.

“I already told you man, I don’t think I have one” he says as he sits down and you sit on one side of him while Woo sits on his other side. “Besides, you haven’t found yours either” he tells his friend with a scolding look.

“Yeah but I will, I know they’re out there. I’m not convinced I don’t have one like you, mom” Woo teases his friend as Mae and Cassi turn in surprise.

“You don’t think you have one? That’s funny, y/n doesn’t think she does either” Mae says from beside Yeosang as they hold hands.

“Mae!” You screech at your friend.

“What? It’s true!” She says as if it’s the simplest thing.

“Wait seriously? That’s a little weird. What a coincidence” Woo says with a smirk at Seonghwa.

“It is a little! Maybe you’re each others soulmates and don’t know it yet” Hongjoong offers with his arm around Cassi.

“Guys I know you all want to help but I don’t think I have one. If I do that’ll be great, but I’m really doubting it” you say a little defeated.

“I have to agree, it’ll be great if we do have one, but until then we’re fine, so let us figure it out?” Seonghwa speaks up form besides you. Everyone nods and murmurs their agreement before changing the subject.

As everyone starts talking, you feel Seonghwa slowly take your hand from beside you and you look up at him.

“Sorry that happened. I knew my friends could be like that, but I didn’t realize yours were too. I didn’t want you to get roped into that.” He says quietly as he looks at you, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“No it’s okay, I’m used to it honestly. But thanks for that, I appreciate you calming them all down. It’s nice to not be the only having to do that anymore” you say with a chuckle as you smile at him. You felt a little warmth where his thumb rubbed your hand as he held it. Something about his touch was just so calming and soothing. You couldn’t explain why, but you weren’t complaining.

“We’ll I’ll gladly come to the rescue anytime. Give me your number, just in case you know” he says as he chuckles with a smile. You smile back and give him your number before looking at each other again. He just felt so familiar and you loved how at ease he made you feel.

“Hey! Hellooooo! Earth to Kayla!” You hear Mae yelling at you two with a smirk on her face. Shit, you were definitely getting it later.

“Sorry, what’s up?” You say blushing as you look at your friend. What you don’t notice is Seonghwa doing the same as Woo smirks at him.

“We’re all going to go for a movie or something. Are you guys in or do you need a room or something?” She smirks as she asks you.

“No no, we’ll come, sorry!” You say as you blush with a chuckle.

“Cool, let’s all go then!” Cassi says as everyone goes to stand after everyone exchanged numbers. As you do the same, you realize Seonghwa was still holding your hand.

You hadn’t even realized he still was, but you didn’t mind. Somehow Seonghwa made the fact that your friends found their soulmates and you hadn’t more tolerable. Him not having one either coupled with the calm and peaceful feeling he gave you when he was around you made everything feel like it would be okay. You couldn’t but smile as you looked at him while he led you out with the others. Maybe not having a soulmate wouldn’t be as bad as you thought.

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thephantomofthe-internet · 6 years

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Homeward Bound: Chapter 1

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 2,015

Warnings: swearing, death mention, general fear and anxiety

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Leaving Hawkins was the right choice. After your parent’s divorce and the mess that was the disasters in Hawkins’ Labs, your family being heavily involved, you were more than happy to take your government pay out and move as far away as possible. So while Dustin finished off his years at Hawkins High School, you pursued a law degree at Berkeley. Then, you switched to teaching. Then, you dropped out altogether. You wrote your first novel in parts, mostly in a well-worn spiral notebook with chunks coming in from napkin and coffee sleeve scrawling while working in a coffee shop in San Diego, watching struggling actors chase hangovers with caffeine and Valium and sitting through the careless flirting from rogue beat poets and other moustachioed hipsters.

But you were fabulously happy. Sure, every so often, when money was tight and morale was down, you thought about going home. But then you remembered that home meant Hawkins and Hawkins meant reliving the day your best friend Heather was eaten by demo-dogs right before your eyes. You couldn’t bear the thought of repeating that memory over and over again in your head. You couldn’t bear to see if Hawkins had moved on without her.

And besides, you could breathe easy away from your old small town. Nobody knew you, at least not by what happened to you and your family, and those who recognized you kept away. You could easily blend in to the crowds and not stick out as the girl who survived the labs. You felt free and easy, calm for the first time in years.

So, you stayed where you were. You made excuses on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter every year like clockwork. You flew out to Chicago to see your dad once, if only because Dustin was going and you missed him like crazy. He understood, of course. If not for Lucas, Mike, and Max still living in town, he would’ve moved in with dad and Marnie in a heartbeat. He called as often as he could, telling you tales of triumph and woe.

In his last call, he’d spent thirty minutes bragging about how many girls asked him to prom, including the first girl to ever spurn him, Stacy Canfield. He had delighted in rejecting her the same way she did him way back in the eighth grade. But now, on the phone, he didn’t sound so pleased.

“So? Did Marcy say yes or not?” you giggled excitedly, pressing the phone tighter between your shoulder and head as you leaned down to paint your pinkie toenail neon pink, the wet polish shiny on your toes.

“Huh? Oh, yeah she did…” Dustin mumbled on the other end and you swore you could practically hear his feet shuffling awkwardly all the way in California, a leftover from his guilty toddler years.

You sighed, shaking your head slightly, you long mismatched earrings clattering against themselves. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing!” Dustin cried.

“Dusty, you spent months talking up this chick, you finally land her and all you can say is ‘oh, yeah’? Something’s bugging you so just tell me.” You insisted, dropping the tiny brush back into the tiny bottle, waving your hands over the wet polish.

He sighed “It’s just…I’m graduating soon and mom’s on my case about inviting you down and I don’t want to make a big deal and I know you hate Hawkins…”

“Stop.” You interrupted, silencing him in an instant. “Do you want me there?”

“Yes.” He gulped, his voice shaky and awkward and small; like a boy trying to hide the voice cracks of puberty.

“Then I’m there.” You replied swiftly, smirking as though you’d won. Truly you had.

“But what-” he started again, causing you to groan loudly.

“Ah! Don’t worry about me! Worry about exams and prom and Marcy! Have mom call me with the date and I’ll book a flight.” You promised.

This made Dustin happy, which was the ultimate goal, but it planted a seed of anxiety in your stomach that could not be soothed. You suffered through calls from your mother, filled with tense excitement and worried questions. You pushed through the fear, you bought the ticket and gave your editor your mother’s phone number. You packed your bags and handed your neighbour, Stella, your spare key and the twenty dollars you’d promised her son Georgie to water your plants.

You got on the plane, manuscript in hand, ready to edit the novel you’d spent nearly three years on, your editor’s initial notes running through your head. The flight was four hours long, then you’d have to drive from Indianapolis to Hawkins, a nearly five hour drive. Your day was set to be long and awful and it made you want to turn back and not coming back, returning to the warmth and comfort of your tiny apartment.

But you pushed through. You owed Dustin that much. You felt like a terrible sister having never come to visit, but you pushed away that feeling. You’d be home in nine hours and you’d have a full two weeks with the younger boy you adored so much. You just had to push through the journey, to hell with it being the true adventure; you knew coming home would be more intense than getting there.

Still, the drive was filled with the same sickly memories of leaving Hawkins for the first time. It had been a day trip with your almost boyfriend, Steve, just into Chicago to find the child killer their only believable source, Jane, had described.

Steve.

You hadn’t even thought about him when you were planning your trip back. He was still in Hawkins, as per his mentions in Dustin’s letters. The two were still thick as thieves, the older brother Dustin never had. Of course, you were still happy that he hung around with your brother, even after your friendship and “relationship” fell apart. You always worried that once you two became friends, he’d leave Dustin in the dust, but he didn’t. You worried that he was just using Dustin to get in your pants and he’d stop when he got what he wanted, but he didn’t. You especially worried that he’d stop hanging out with Dustin when you two fell apart, but he didn’t. Now, with you gone, you hoped their friendship was strong. You hoped that with you there, Steve wouldn’t be put off from coming to see him, from going to his graduation.

You two had not ended well.

Hopefully, that wouldn’t get in the way.

As you drove down the interstate, your mind flashed memories of going the opposite way.

September 1986, a late summer breeze blowing your hair out of your face as you stuck your hand through the wide open window, fingers wiggling in the breeze, a smile on your face so effortless and bright it could rival the sun, R.E.M’s The One I Love blasting through the speakers, Steve’s not-so-secret latest favourite song. He was singing along, off-key of course; Steve wasn’t exactly a fabulous singer, his fingers tapping out the rhythm on the steering wheel. You were laughing at his awful British accent, watching him for a beat longer than usual, mouth open in the aftermath of the laugh, still smiling. The sun was beginning to set, golden hour slowly shifting its soft light over the sky. You’d left late, Steve’s fault, he’d woken up late and spent too long choosing the appropriate road trip snacks.

“It’s an important decision, Y/N.” he insisted inside the grocery store, mulling over bags of chips. “If done incorrectly, this could ruin our entire trip!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “This is so stupid…” you muttered, stalking off to grab a bag of jerky, which wasn’t on Steve’s list but ultimately saved his snack collection once you were on the road.

It would be night soon, you’d have to eventually stop and rest or switch drivers. You weren’t necessarily comfortable driving at night, but Steve had insisted on driving the first shift, claiming that he wouldn’t know where you were going if he wasn’t in the front seat, with you holding the map. Jane had told you to simply take a Grey Hound bus, like she had, but you weren’t interested in sharing public space for hours, besides you’d still have to drive to the Grey Hound station, three towns over.

But watching Steve in that moment, you felt it for the first time-love. Or something like it. Him golden in the sunset, wearing a goofy smile as he sang along to the radio, his sunglasses slipping down his nose, freckles poking up from the sunlight. He looked…well stunning. His hair had deflated hours ago, his forehead caked with sweat, a light sunburn on his neck and shoulders, his shirt stained with sweat. By no means was he at his peak, but he looked so at peace behind the wheel. So long had you two been two steps away from danger, death following you everywhere, but now he looked calm and easy. Even though you were headed towards at worst a dangerous killer and at best a dead end, he looked as though you were just taking a normal summer road trip, going to his parent’s beach house for a weekend with some friends. Everything was calm and the roads were beginning to clear out, signs for motels picking up on the road signs and billboards. The danger of Hawkins miles behind you, you almost felt like you were free from it. Almost. But watching Steve, so calm and cool, you felt the anxiety constantly pulling at your heart never lessening its tight pull. You would be okay, as long as you stayed in that car, in that moment, singing along to Whitney Houston and Heart and whatever else came through the station’s playlist.

That memory, of Steve’s happy, easy expression behind the wheel of his first car, filled your heart with the same lightness it did at the time. You were certain it was just emotional memory, the same way remembering watching your parents fight on Christmas morning made your stomach churn to this day. You couldn’t push away the feeling, which made you a bit nauseous; they stayed persistent in your heart, as did the memory. That was one of the good ones from that time, before everything was going up shit’s creek on a daily basis and fear was as normal of a feeling as complacent boredom. You could count the genuinely happy and peaceful moments of those tense years on two hands.

But you wanted to make new memories, you wanted to not hate that town every time you had to go back, you didn’t want to be filled with dread as you drove past the welcome sign.

You couldn’t remember a time when you really loved Hawkins. Sure, you had some good memories there-mostly with Dustin and Heather, but other memories were smattered with happiness, usually with boyfriends and your other friends. But now those memories were tainted with the blood of those lost and the sheer terror the labs left behind. You moved to Hawkins for your mother as a safe haven, but you left in cloud of dust looking for your own. Coming home felt like you were entering shark invested waters with nothing to hold onto.

Unfortunately, driving past the sign now still filled you with the utmost dread, terror, and nauseous fear that forced you to pull off to the side of the road to throw up; your whole body pale and shaky, a thin layer of sweat and goose bumps covered your skin. You couldn’t do it.

Too bad you had to; you knew that if you didn’t show, they’d only get worried and start making calls, looking for you everywhere. So you pulled your legs back into the car, turned your body back to face the road and turning the engine back on.

Once, it clicked. Then twice. Then three times. The car wouldn’t start.

“Well, fuck…” you muttered, dropping your head onto the wheel.

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