#been dizzy and my hands have been all trembly but l surprisingly feel a bit better today!

[12miraenie]

15, 31, 42, 58 and 71 with Jongdae where he is a playboy. You were a couple and he wanted to be in a serious relationship but because of his ego he broke up with you and now he wants you back. You have a strong character. A really good angst with fluff at the end!

A/N: Sorry it’s been so long (hence the 2k+)! I’ve been busy with other stuff in my life that I barely have enough time for this, but I hope it’s what you wanted! ❤️ 

“Shouldn’t you be with him?” Kyungsoo gabbed your shoulder and turned you around, eyes full of confusion and alarm.

“Soo-” You tried to shake his hands off, but his grip was more persistent than ever.

“I’m gonna call Jongdae-”

“Do Kyungsoo!” Your shout echoed throughout the library, bringing you two attention and annoyed glances from others nearby. You had no heart left to care about strangers, so you kept your gaze on Kyungsoo, whose eyes widened to an impossible degree. You never call him by his full name except on formal occasions. Kyungsoo was a million times more surprised that he was before.

“Y/N, what’s the-”

“Just leave me alone.”

This time you swatted his hands away successfully and walked away.

Don’t cry, Y/N.

You are the idiot here.

You didn’t know or care which direction you were going after you ran out of the library. You just kept walking in this brisk pace with your hand clutching your bag tightly. Despite how many times you repeated those words, at some point tears flowed out. You tried to wipe them away at first, but realizing that they are not stopping anytime soon, you quit.

You know passersby are giving you weird looks, but you didn’t mind them. You had stopping to care at one point. How could he? Your head is filled with Jongdae and your last interaction with him, the humiliation and anger combined into a stinging pain in your chest area. It was physically hard to breathe.

You didn’t remember how you got home. Much of the night remained a haze, but you do remember crying to your friend who called and her picking you up at probably somewhere far away.

Over the past two weeks, you were in a constant state of convincing yourself.

Stop thinking about him. 

Kim Jongdae didn’t change at all. He doesn’t care about you.

                                          “What-Jongdae?”

You put an arm against the doorframe and sighed. Tonight was supposed to be an unconventional one that you can snuggle into blankets on your couch and finally finish the last season of Game of Thrones with takeout and ice cream. There weren’t supposed to be any visitors at the door at 11:24 pm, so you were considerably surprised, and annoyed at whoever rang your doorbell repeatedly. And even more surprised that it was your now ex-boyfriend in the most casual outfit you’ve ever seen him in smiling like an idiot.

Jongdae’s smiled even got wider. You could barely see his eyes with his new punk haircut, which you reminded yourself not to stare at for so long, and the only features visible under the dim lighting was his slightly scarlet cheeks, his nose and those lips you would already be kissing if you were still together.

Tucking in a strand of hair in front of your forehead, you puffed out a breath of air.

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”  

Jongdae’s head swiveled to your voice. Then he turned his back on you to look up at the sky.

“Pretty…” He giggled and pointed a finger at the moon.

You sighed, “Was it Chanyeol again? I’m gonna call him-”

“No, look! It’s pretty right? But let me tell you a secret, Y/N is prettier.” Jongdae slurred the words at the end, you scoffed.

“Yeah, who is Y/N anyways?”

“You don’t know? She is the prettiest, nicest person in the whole world-Oh, and she is my girlfriend.” He was smiling from ear to ear, with that expression on his face and the sincere and happy tone in his voice, he could have fooled you.

“You know,” Jongdae leaned his head back, “I was going to ask her to be my fianceé. I even called my dad and bought the ring a long time ago.”

You averted him and looked at the ground. “Oh yeah? And how’d that work out for you?”

Shifting your weight to one leg, you bit your lips and chuckled bitterly, “Get the fuck out of my house now.”

You pretended not to see Jongdae’s foot that was blocking the entrance and slammed the door hard. He practically cried out in pain and crouched down to hold his leg. The alcohol in his system made Jongdae wobbly and dizzy, he planted one foot in front of the other and landed face-down on your porch.

“Y/N…” Even though you were barely two feet away, Jongdae kept mumbling your name like you weren’t there and he wanted you to be. There were signals in your nervous system that made your hands trembling and in need to hold something. You knew your fingers twitched because instinctively you wanted to help him up, but you shoved your hands back and watched as he stood up slowly with one hand wrapped around the railing and the other pushing the ground.

“Y/N ah, where are you? I want to… go home…”

He took some time finding his balance and got off your porch. With one leg slightly limping from the door slam, Jongdae staggered wobbly from one foot to the other away with his back on you. The moonlight absorbed the darkness of his black jacket, along with his slouched posture, Jongdae looked the complete opposite of his cocky, playboy image. Even though you knew it might just be some random babblings of his drunk self, but you can’t help let your mind wander about him. What he was like during your time together. Who he was around you. How much he cared about you.

Still, what is done is done. You can’t deny how much he hurt you, how humiliated and angry you felt. Averting your gaze to the floor, you took a deep breath and tried to shut the door-

“Shit, I’m totally gonna regret this.”

The door was barely an inch from being shut when you pushed it open and ran out.

You pulled at his shoulders, ���Kim Jongdae!”

It was surprisingly easy for you to drag him inside. Despite your cursings and grunts, Jongdae didn’t complain at all. You didn’t know what came over you when you decided to let him in. It was like an insight, a premonition that controlled your brain and your body. You sighed at the now sound sleep Jongdae sprawled on your couch under your blanket. He always looked less arrogant and more innocent asleep. You used to love l playing with strands of his hair watching him sleep, but the same face you loved-still love deeply is the one that brought you the most pain.

Somehow you ended up in the kitchen. Somehow vegetables, kimchi, and other ingredients that were in the fridge were laid out on the counter. Somehow the water was boiling in one of the pots on the stove. You looked down to one of your hands that was holding the knife, a quarter of a cabbage uncut, and cried. It was probably all the pent-up frustrations and anger from your breakup that didn’t necessarily get addressed by you properly.

You didn’t even cry that much that night when he broke up with you. You didn’t drop a single tear during these two weeks, but why is that that the moment you see him, the moment he stepped into these doors, and the moment you fell back to your old routine so easily got you riled up?

You dropped the knife on the cutting board and hastily wiped away your tears with the back of your hand. Why is it that after two weeks and a heartbreak that you are still not over him? You leaned on the counter and filled a glass of water before gulping it all down your throat.

You need to move on.

You brewed a cup of tea and turned off the kitchen lights. You sat down at the dining table and opened up your assignments at work. There’s no way you can sleep tonight anyway.

It was around 5 when Jongdae woke up. He groaned and sat up groggily before pushing the blankets off of his body.

“Get out now. You’ve been here long enough.”

Jongdae’s head snapped to the direction of your voice. You closed the lid of your laptop and walked into the living room. His furrowed brows straightened out after Jongdae realized the kind of situation he’s in.

“Y/N? How…”

“You were drunk. I don’t think a lot of explanation is needed for that one. Now go.” You turned your back on him.

“Wait! I am sorry.”

“Too late for that, Kim Jongdae,” you turned back and stared into his eyes, “I am sick of waiting for you.”

“Y/N! Just listen to me. I…I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” Jongdae put a hand out in stop motion and brushed his messy hair back.

“What moment? I don’t think there’s anything left between us, right?”

“I’ve practiced this over and over again, trying to come up with an apology or explanation for what happened. I-you’re always on my mind. In the last two weeks. I realized that I couldn’t go on without you. I know I made the biggest mistake, but please can you listen to me just this once?”

Maybe it’s his eyes and the way he pleaded, or that you haven’t listened to his explanation for breaking up with you out of a sudden, because you could feel your eyes soften and your mouth give away a sigh.

“Ok.”

Jongdae sucked in a breath and rubbed his palms together in nervousness. “I must have sounded like the biggest dick on earth when I called you to break up, huh? I…really was going to propose that day, the reservation, flowers, and everything. I know you had doubts about me, how I dealt with past relationships, but every word and every promise I made with you, I meant it.”

He must have seen the look of doubt on your face because the next thing he said threw you off completely.

“You haven’t lost me, Y/N. I know you hated my friendship with Chanyeol, hated the parties we went together and hated how he viewed you as temporary as the other girls I dated in the past. That day I…I was stressed about something at work, and I didn’t know how Chanyeol and I ended up together in a bar. And I made that stupid call.”

You bit your lips as the unpleasant memories flashed across your mind again. You wanted to yell at him that no matter how he apologizes, or how he wants to explain, he hurt you a lot and you really shouldn’t consider anything at all.

“It’s always the problem with my past and personality, right?” Jongdae chuckled bitterly, “I did change because of you, Y/N. There’s no denying that. You’ve always been insecure of finding me one day at the bar with some other girls like it’s nothing, huh? That’s why I worked my ass off to get home before nine every day. Because I wanted you to trust me. I wanted you to see that I’m willing to change because of you. That you are special.”

There was nothing you wanted to do more than to hold Jongdae’s hand and be in his arms. But logic held you back as you tightened your hold onto the table.

“I am not asking you to forgive me right now, but at least could you give me another chance?”

“OK.” You muttered.

Maybe all of your bottom lines faded away the second he lands his eyes on you, but there really is no way for you to resist him. You fell in love with him like a hopeless cause, and you knew right then that there’ no going back anymore.

“Also, Y/N ah? One hug?”

“OK.”

The moment you are in Jongdae’s arms is the moment you realized every single one of your principles and standards were broken. Maybe it’s not exactly bad to let your emotion take control one time. After all, you can’t help what your heart wants for itself.

“I missed you.”

Maybe feeling his chest rumble as he speaks those words is a reason to hold on. Maybe knowing that the looks in his eyes directed to you are for you and you only is another. Maybe he is where you felt truly at home.

“Me too.”

[takkunchan]

Suddenly, the lights went all out. The crowd grew rather silent as it lasted a little too long, then one single strobe light was shining on the stage, revealing a person with dark hair, a deep red suit, looking down. The crowd then turned wild and cheered for him to begin singing, Dominique Abella, the person that they had been waiting for.

He looked up with a smile, revealing his signature rose-tinted glasses, then began his show, looking around, barely being able to distinguish a single face due to the lights.

Amongst the crowd, someone was watching him very carefully, and anxiously, making up many scenarios of how he'd end up being noticed by Dominique, how he'd be able to tell him how much he admired him. The white-haired guy stared at the stage, entranced by Dom's voice, his every move, how every strand of hair swayed as he did along the stage. Every show seemed so unreal, which captivated him since the very first time he ever saw him. Silently, always supporting and being there for every show. Caesar was his name, and even though he wouldn't admit to it outloud, he had the deepest love that anybody could ever have for Dominique. But even so, he knew that the possibilities of him ever getting to be close to him in any way were less than being struck by lightning, so he'd do as much as he could for him, expecting not a single thing in return.

"So gorgeous... as always..."

He mumbled under his breath, which couldn't be heard at all over the music and the crowd. The hours went by, and Caesar continued to stand there, towards the stage, admiring Dom during every second he was on stage. He barely noticed when, suddenly, one of the guards aproached him, tapping his shoulder lightly and giving him a small rose colored card.

"...huh?"

"Read it."

After that, the guard simply went back to his job, and Caesar, confused, began reading the card. It was handwritten by Dom.

"Hello! Thank you very much for coming to my show! You have been randomly selected to come over for a meet and greet after the performance! Thank you for your support! Love, Dom ♡"

Caesar had to re-read the card a couple of times before fully understanding the situation at hand.

"I-I get to m-meet him...?"

Caesar panicked. Not every day was one able to have this sort of meet with Dom, which made it nervewrecking for him. He trembled and turned red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, wondering if he was even going to try to do it. He had like the comfort of watching from afar, to supporting anonymously, but he'd never have a chance like this again if he didn't give the first step. After all, Dom was a busy person, so if he wanted to do something, this was his chance. Then again, Caesar was not the most confident or outstanding person at all, so he'd have trouble with accepting this whole situation at all.

"B-But... if I don't go... that'd probably make him feel bad..."

Caesar thought that it would be refreshing for Dom to have someone that would show his support to him in person, so even being the nervous wreck he was, he decided that he'd force himself to go.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Once the show was over, Caesar made his way to the backstage, showing the rose colored card whenever he was stopped. They'd only nod and let him through. When he made it to the door, he felt his legs suddenly go weak, then gently held out his hand to knock. A couple of times, then an answer.

"Come in!"

It was Dom's voice, which made Caesar's heart drop to his stomach. He could feel his face heating up, exposing his embarassment, and his hands trembled as he grabbed the knob, then turned it to open the door, then the scene laid out before him. Dom was sitting on a red lounge sofa, wearing a semi-transparent robe with the same color. Caesar accidentally noticed that Dom had nothing covering his chest other than the robe, but couldn't tell from below his waist, due to him being too embarassed to check.

"Come in..~"

Dominique invited him as he held a hand out, motioning him to come closer. Caesar closed the door behind him, then walked closer, sitting on a nearby chair while trying to look away from Dom.

"H-Hi... I-I mean! It's...such a pleasure t-to have such encounter... with you..."

Dom smirked, then moved closer to Caesar, who trembled as we tried to avoid Dom's eyes. He was rather amused by the stranger, however. He huffed, then spoke.

"Why aren't you looking at me?"

Caesar almost choked on his own breath before answering, slowly looking over to find Dom's eyes.

"I-I just... I feel very... overwhelmed by your beauty... and... overall persona... "

"Heh, that's the first time I've ever heard someone use fancy words towards me."

"D-Doesn't everybody?"

Dom laughed, the stood up from the sofa, walking over to Caesar, who leaned back on his chair. Dom slowly climbed up to his lap, sitting there, holding the new overheated Caesar's face with both hands, while licking his lips and leaning down to his ear.

"You'd be surprised~ Congratulations, I have decided that I will keep you~"

"...p-pardon?"

In that instant, Caesar felt a sharp pain on his neck, he held on tightly to Dom, who seemed to be biting him, and surprisingly, draining him quickly.

"Agh! Wh-what is this?!"

Dom didn't speak, but rather, desperately pulled on the hair of the stranger, as he continued to drink his blood.

"W-Wow... you're just... aah~"

Dom appeared excited by this, he trembled a little before continuing. Caesar was really dizzy, slowly starting to lose consciousness. He thought to himself how this was all so wrong, how he hadn't taken the time to think that maybe this was a bad idea. But of course he wouldn't, he loved Dominique blindly, so before passing out, he gently rubbed his back as he drinked.

"H-Have as much... as you'd l-like..."

Dominique stopped, then looked back at the stranger's face before he closed his eyes as passed out. Dom looked at the mark, then softly licked the excess blood that was around it. He thought to himself that maybe this was what he had been waiting for: another chance.

"...huh. How peculiar... he's really obsessed he doesn't even care that I'm taking his life away... or maybe..."

He looked at him up and down, touching his hair gently, caressing his face, even placing a short kiss on his cheek, then smiling.

"I think I'll keep you for a bit longer...~"

After that, he carried the stranger onto the lounge, setting him comfortably so he could rest. He found himself staring at him. Seeing the human rest so peacefully made him feel warm, more than when drinking blood, it was a warmth in his heart, that gently grew in his chest.

"W-Well... I just hope you wake up soon..."

Dom sighed and sat on the chair, looking towards him, studying him as he slept.

"I know you, Caesar, I know everything you've done for me. Thank you. I think it's about time I give something back."