#boy group ff

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REDAMANCY

Word count:- 4.2k (approx.)

Pairings:- childhoodbestfriend!hwa x y/n

Type:- Mini series (part 1)

Genre:- Fluff, angst, romance, comedy, a hint of fake relationship. (look forward to the smut in other parts besties!)

Song reccs:- Love, Maybe (secret number), stay with me (miki matsubara), Day and night (Jung seung hwan), Some (bol4)

Seonghwa's theme:- Ditto (instrumental)

Y/n's theme:- Gone (instrumental)

FYI:- the title means, 'A love returned in full'

"I'm so bored."

"Should we go eat at a café?"

"No."

"Karaoke?"

"No."

"Arcade?"

"No."

"Comic store?"

"No."

"Wanna go jump off a building with me?"

"Yes please."

The latter chuckled at your response and shook his head. His hands shuffled through his pockets and he took out an item familiar to you. "Here, you left your scrunchie at my house. My mum found it." Your eyes go wide to finally see the scrunchie you had almost died finding yesterday, "and i thought I had lost it."

Your hands hold the scrunchie and you wear it on your wrist, as you always did. "Seonghwa's always at your service ma'am!" Seonghwa said, imitating a butler and you laughed it off. The bell rang and it was finally time to leave the school. "Ok but seriously I'm in need of food!"

"But i recommended a café before, didn't i?" Seonghwa recalled how you had rejected the proposal, "but I wanna eat rice cakes made by you!"

Your hands clutched his arm, and Seonghwa's eyes fall to your face. You looked so tiny from his perspective, but he knew if he said it, he'd get beaten up. Then came your eyes. So pretty. And so...magical. As though they casted a spell and he fell, his heart couldn't take the visual right now. So he turned his face to the other side, hoping you won't see his red face, "alright!" He mumbled.

Coming back from school was probably the best part of your day back then. Going to beaches, cafés, random karaokes. Even in the middle of the night, you were glued to the computer screen, talking to Seonghwa, while doing your homework together.

The next morning, meeting at the same river with your cycles to reach the school at the same time. It was like you were living the best days of your life. And...you took them for granted. Maybe that's why it was taken away.

Everything was planned for the future too. Your savings for your future to buy an apartment together, then getting a job for college to pay the fees. Oh and how could you forget the seperate section of money both of you collected for an exo concert.

Everyone assumed that you both were in love.

You weren't. But he was.

And so you still dread that day. Graduation. Because, all your plans had scattered before your eyes. You maintained a safe distance from him. All while, faking a smile as your principal allowed the students to throw their hats in the sky. The crowd was so loud, strange and..dark.

It felt, as though, everyone around you were in slow motion. That's when your eyes met his. Instead of those bright, round eyes, you saw sorrow in them... Regret, pain.

He glanced at you once, as if capturing this moment with his eyes. His hands untied something on his hand and he turned his back at you. You could see him wipe his tears despite his attempts to be subtle. And seconds later he disappeared. And it all went blank.

"../n?"

"...ke up!"

"y/n?"

"Y/n!!"

Your eyes open with a gasp. You lay there for a while, trying to make sens of your surroundings, until a head pops out. "You're sleeping during work hours?" Uh-oh your boss had seen you.

"Jeez, joong you gave me a scare." And you turn your head in the other direction and cover it with your arms while on the desk.

This guy. With blue hair. Was your best friend. You both met in the first year of college, both a little lost, both a little crazy. You guys had sewed together many dreams. Unsure if the future was anything like you had planned for yourself. However, fortunately.

Both of you got admitted to a fashion company in your second year. Which is pretty big for you guys because you were still inexperienced. With ups and downs you learned, and eventually you officially became permanent members of the company.

Hongjoong was dear to the previous CEO, so she promoted his position. Many other employees were so jealous and some even left the company because of the mistreatment but to you, Hongjoong deserved it. Despite being young, he had worked hard. And now the company is doing even better than it was a few years back.

"I scared you? You were practically wincing in your sleep." Your expressions dropped at his comment. "'Don't leave, don't go...' who were you dreaming of?" He leaned, raising one of his eyebrows. "No one."

He laughed aloud, which you knew very well was his sarcastic laugh, "you've got some guts to lie straight to your teeth and to 'me'!" He pointed at his chest, knowing damn well, who you were dreaming of. "I'm going to get a coffee, it's already time to go home. Take a good rest."

The walk back home wasn't long, mere 20 minutes. You decided to walk or cycle, rather than use a vehicle. One could say you were health conscious. And yet, it felt like an hour. Your eyes wander around, gazing at the dipping sun and the ducks in the lakes were swimming back.

The old couple, as usual was at the bench, never failed to make you smile. A brisk breeze makes your hair dance. Your path is decorated with brown leaves that fell from the now leaf less trees. A few get crushed under your shoes making a crunch sound, giving you a sense of satisfaction.

It was the same actually. Your hometown. Nothing had changed. And yet, something felt missing.

You bought an apartment as planned, it's well decorated, your salary is decent too, good Neighbors, a boss that's a friend as well, you have family and friend reunions from time to time. Everything was fine.

Then why?

Why did you still cry in the shower everyday?

Why did you still looked at that one picture frame for a little too long?

Why did your heart ache while watching those rom coms you once loved to watch?

Why did he still appear in your dreams?

Why, why won't your brain let you forget him?

A ring reaches your ears and pulls you from your thoughts. You put back the same photo frame, of him and you on the first day of school. He had a bowl cut and you had two silly pigtails. His cheeks were wet, he was crying, like his mother used to say...a crybaby. And you stood near him cracking the cutest pose when the kid next to you was having an existential crisis.

"Hello? Mom?"

"Oh hello honey, how are you?"

"I'm doing fine..what about you?"

"Oh me too, uh...sorry to call you at this hour but Surprise, surprise Mr and Mrs Park are here!" She exclaimed.

"...uhm, mom be specific."

"Seonghwa's mom! Well his parents are here and they wanted to meet you. After all it's been so many years. You should come by."

"...what?"

Your heart sank. You could feel it. All the other sense had been turned off. You couldn't hear a thing or what your mom said and then cut the call off, the only sound you could hear was a precise ring. It had gotten a little hard to breathe. You put the phone down and held your head with your palms.

You can't comprehend what just happened. Neither do you know why's this happening but your anxiety level had risen to a whole new level. You keep walking around your living room in your comfortable extra large hoodie, in stress.

Was it really required for you to be there? And first of all, out of all the times, they decided to greet us now? What if you just ran away? Hongjoong could help!

And for a moment you came back to your senses, your thoughts had halted and you gently sat on the edge of your sofa's arm. Your lips let out a scoff, "he still has an effect on me..." That's the funny thing. Because all those years, there was not a single spark between you and him. Well, it might've been different for him. But, at the the same time you could never imagine a day without him.

Why are you like this? What has he done to you? You stare off at the empty wall, with the spirals of your words you doodle across it with your eyes. Just like that the time flew by and you hear your house bell ring. It pulled you out of your thoughts and you open the door without thinking much into anything.

Or without predicting that the person at this hour could be none other than...Park Seonghwa. "How is my favourite person doing?"

7 years.

7 fucking years.

And these are the first words he says to you. The last thing he said to you was something you still remember. Now look at him, calling you out so nonchalantly. Yeah...look at him.

He had changed. His style had changed. Or perhaps, seeing him after so many years was so...shocking. Back then, he couldn't style clothes for himself, or tie his tie. You remember, you were the one who taught him to tie his laces in around 2nd grade.

Look at him now. He looks lovely. As if he just came out of a magazine cover. Not a blemish on his skin, brighter than the sun. His jawline had gotten so sharp, and his shoulders. Even though he wore a coat due to the chilly weather, you could see they had gotten broader. His hair a little longer, his eyes...still intense as ever.

You probably look like an idiot, standing there with your jaw open and eyes wide, staring at your childhood bestfriend. So invested in his beauty, you had forgotten to speak. So the man just made his way inside the apartment.

"Woah, so you did buy an apartment for yourself. I must say it's well decorated!" He wandered around the house, admiring each and everything while you slowly started coming back to reality.

"What....what are you doing here?" You finally spoke as you closed the door behind you. The room temperature had fell down a little due to the cool air entering through the door you had opened for a little too long. "me?" He pointed to his chest, while looking at you with his boba eyes. As if there were more than two people in the room.

"...of course you!" You said with eyebrows furrowed because what kind of a question was that? He slowly makes his way to the sofa and settles there as though it was his house? He took out an apple from the fruit basket kept on the table, "I'm a friend y/n, of course I came here to see you. It's been 7 years after all!" He took a bite and it felt like the crunch had echoed through the dead silent house.

"...just like that?" Your eyes narrowed and had visible pain in it. And his were an opposite of yours. "Oh! You should get ready, my parent's are at your house, waiting for us to arrive." His voice muffled because of the fruit. And you just followed. You don't know if he had noticed your slightly teary eyes....you didn't care.

You were still perplexed and had to sit in the same car as him. This is the best time to regret your decision of not buying a car. Plus, the whole faking the smiles among his parents and yours. But it had been such a long time, seeing aunt and uncle. All the memories came flowing like water. Her delicious mochi dessert, or how she scolded hwa when he teased you. Uncle's first car, in which he took you to all the parks known to mankind, or his annual gifts for you.

So you just hugged them and sobbed like a child. Which didn't go unnoticed by Seonghwa. It reminded him how close you guys actually were. Even your families. All those little picnics and trips. And seeing you cry like that made his heart swell...how because of him a beautiful relationship like so was about to be destroyed.

Even though you said that you could return back on your own. Both of your families insisted that you should go with Seonghwa. And that man didn't back down as well. See if it would've been any other person, you would've agreed but to think it was Seonghwa. You had to again bear the awkwardness in the car.

The entire time you were looking out the window. Trying to distract your mind, which.... didn't work as always.

"Why did you come back?" You asked, still looking outside the window. Afraid to meet his gaze. The roads were empty as it was around midnight, it was a smooth drive. Thanks to that, the awkwardness was easy to manage.

"...I was trying to avoid the question." He chuckled which made you look at him. "Well not you can't..." "i know.."

He continued, " i know, I know it's weird that I came back..and at this point of life where, you probably moved on from the past. But I'm here to tell you that..."

The car came to a pause and because of the impact you slightly moved forward, and the words that's came out of Seonghwa's mouth were enough to rethink your entire life, "reconcile our friendship."

"....why?"

He seemed taken aback by your response, "well...it seems like you certainly don't want to." Jeez, his teasing habit still hasn't changed. "No...it's not like that,..." You paused and you fixated your eyes on dashboard, instead of his eyes, "why..did you have to leave in the first place..if you were gonna come back?"

Seonghwa gave out a deep sigh, "y/n-ah..." His honey like voice, said your name. He let his head rest on the seat and a lazy smirk appeared on his face...he must've been tired. Your heart...it's beating abnormally fast. "We were kids back then...and I was the one at fault. So... consider this as an apology, for what happened during graduation."

So carefree.

Why?

If the feelings he felt were true...so true that he decided to leave. How can he be saying these things to you?...were you...the one who hadn't moved on?

"I love you..."

His words. You still remember them. His expressions... his eyes. Everything.

"So what do you say y/n?"

Maybe you were in the wrong back then...or maybe you and no idea how to respond.

"I have..since we were kids."

It was flowing back to you as he sat right in front of you, recklessly asking you to turn back to the friendship he had broken. And made you like this.

"Hm?"

So,...your emotions weren't valid now, right? Neither were your feelings...So why should you care?

"Be mine for an eternity."

Your throat had started to feel tight. You took in a gulp to eliminate the lump, "I'm willing to be friends again..."

"Woah you look terrible.." Hongjoong says as he comes by your cubicle. Of course, you do. You couldn't sleep a wink last night. "Do you wanna know the reason?" You ask him while lazily typing on the computer. "Hm, as far as I know it could not be a human, so I'm guessing, a sad movie or series?" Terrible. What a reputation you had built.

"I'm afraid this time it's the opposite." You've never seen Hongjoong throw his bun on the ground with his eyes so wide they could pop out anytime, "what...the..f-" you cover his mouth just in time. "rest in peace, Mr bun, it was not your fault."

For the next few minutes, you explain Hongjoong your entire story. The way your life quite literally changed in a night. "... that's actually crazy...and reckless. I mean I would personally call it shameless but I know that you called dibs on him so..." You crane your neck towards him, "I did not. I never told you that!"

"Well it's obvious isn't it?" He plops from the desk and stands straight in front of you, "it is weird he came back out of the blue. If I'm being honest...you should clear out the things with him." His hands come to caress your head, "i care about you...I mean I'm enough for that jerk but I don't want you to get hurt in any way. Sort it out, what you feel and what he feels."

Your bestfriend's words kept circling around your brain. Even as you walk back to your house. However, you see a familiar car in the middle of the road, a man leaning on it's door, carefully looking at his watch. His long hair,...look so fluffy, his eyes are hidden by the sunglasses but as soon as he spots you, those cheerful eyes are revealed. His hand waving to you and you walk straight to him.

"What're you doing here?"

"Here to pick you up!" He says in an exciting tone, which you find annoying because can he tone his excitement down. And yet at the same time you can't take up the fact, how adorable he is. But then, Hongjoong's words echo in your brain again. And for some reason, right now, feels like the best time to ask him the question.

"Um...I wanted to ask you something." You say, hesistent at first. "Go on..." Your hands clutch the fabric of your tote bag, "If I'm being honest, you coming back...didn't sit right for me. And..I know that you understand that it wouldn't feel good for me...might as well take some time to adjust."

Seonghwa seems to understand each and every word and he knows where this is headed. Yet, you can't catch an expression of vulnerability. Or pain.

But why were you hoping for it? Why did you want him to feel bad about a thing that happened 7 years ago? "But...I hope...your feelings for me have died down." Oh my god, you said it! Could there be a better way of saying it? Were you too harsh? A ton of questions already bombarded you.

Seonghwa starts with a light chuckle, and a bright smile gets morphed onto him, "I know...i completely get you. I think i forgot to mention but...i have a girlfriend."

....

Oh.

".. that's nice. I'm.. I'm happy for you." Maybe you were. Tch. Who were you lying to? You weren't. Your heart sank and you couldn't hear a word he said afterwards. A girlfriend huh? So you really were the only one who was still stuck in the past. You wanted to cry. You wanted to weep. And ask him why?

Couldn't he have waited just a little longer? Couldn't he have given you another chance?

Why would he?

The smell of the wet grass reaches you from the park, the gardener must be working. A few moments ago, you couldn't hear a thing and it feels as if all your five sense have been activated. And you feel a little too hot. Your palms were sweaty and your head felt all woozy.

"So, shall we go to a café hm?" His soft voice reached your ears. You just had a lot of emotions bottled up. "Seonghwa... let's go to a bar."

You wake with a sudden feeling. It is becoming a habit of yours to wake up as if you just experienced a bad dream, like the way main leads in a movie wake up. For a few seconds, you lay there... contemplating your life. Your eyes wandering around the house.

The familiar fan you always open your eyes to, the blinds still closed but the sun light pouring in from the spaces, your tv on the front that you bought with so much excitement. The same cream and white walls. Yeah, you were home.

The bed started to feel like a fluffy cloud and you just wanted to sleep again, but...your head was pounding so bad. It was almost like you felt your heartbeat in your brain. And your throat felt so dry. You slowly got up, your hands gave support to your head and you turn to the side table to have some water.

While sipping the water you notice something unfamiliar kept there, a small glass bottle. The label on it read 'hangover cure'. Hm.

Wait.

So, you drank last night. Crazy how you had forgotten everything. It was there but a blur...maybe it'll come back. Because you definitely don't remember buying a hangover drink. But oh well, you took it because your head felt like it could kill you any moment. As you're about to take a sip, your hands feel a texture different from the glass. It was paper. Your turn the bottle around to see a pink sticky note with hello kitty's doodles on it. It read 'drink this, it'll lighten the headache!! - SH'

Ah. It was Seonghwa.

You carried on with your day. Slow. Thank God it was a Saturday because what would you have done if you had to go to work today? While doing that your mind tries to recollect what happened.

"I know...i completely get you. I think i forgot to mention but...i have a girlfriend."

Couldn't he have given you another chance?

Why would he?

"Seonghwa, let's go to a bar."

"I'm familiar with this place, a few of my friends and colleagues brought me here countless times." As if on cue the bartender called out for you and you waved back at him. Seonghwa was surprised at the interaction.

Especially, the bartender's reactions. He acted all shy and soft. Well...now that he's observing him, he's not that bad looking. Tsk. That is what's bothering him right now. However, his eyes fell back at you and he admired your features.

It was all coming back to him now. All from when his mum made him talk to the girl he used to look at secretly from behind the tree in the playground. And there you were. Your hair tied in two low pigtails, with ribbons on them and tiny clips holding your baby hair.

To when you both were in highschool, eating lunch together on the bench that was near a lake, having deep late night talks on the rooftop, movie sessions at his house specifically because it felt just right according to you. Him teaching you how to cook and you ended up burning whatever you made because that could not be called food. Or how....you used to say things so nonchalantly to him. Not knowing the effect they had on him.

"I'd do anything as long as it's with you."

"The moon sent you to me."

And now you're sitting in front of him, grown beautifully into an adult, drinking like a mad woman. He chortles at the thought. His admiration for you is interrupted because of a phone call. "Y/n..i have to take this. Stay here alright?" He made sure to tell you this very carefully because you were already so drunk. "Don't leave ok? I'll be back in a few seconds.." he left only after he had heard you say ok...or more like inaudible mumbles.

But of course you weren't gonna stay on your place. He comes back to an empty chair. In attempts of finding you everywhere, he has to now push through the crowds. The club is so noisy. (It's supposed to be noisy park Seonghwa smh). His anxiety levels are rising right now, you're an adult you can take care of yourself but being drunk...you can act quite crazy.

The universe is literally screaming at this point for Seonghwa to look behind. Because you are having your own concert on the random table and are surrounded by strangers. Who... apparently are enjoying it?

As soon as he turns his head he's... perplexed. Because you're dancing seductively on a 2000s song, in your work clothes. Which was actually not that boring since you worked in the fashion department. Your white dress that reached just above your knees and a cropped pastel blue sweater on top, supporting the attire with your kneee high socks and platform heels.

You ruffle around your hair, use your hands to touch your body, feeling yourself. Not caring about the world. Looking like the main actress of a drama. Oh god, why was his heart beating so fast? His jaw was open, as if surprised but not complaining. However, as soon as his eyes go below he finds a crowd of people there.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one having fun. So disgusting these people are. Recording and gawking at a young, drunk woman. Well...not all of them. Seonghwa tried to call you down but you kept rejecting, all in your world. Until you hit a light on your forehead slightly, and came back down. Seonghwa immediately covered you with his coat, and gently rubbed your forehead.

The next thing you knew, you were outside walking around. And your drunk self being silly as usual. From screaming at the ducks for being so cute, to complaining about why bananas weren't pink. And Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh which you were offended by.

"It's not funny, it's a geniune request for the universe!!" Your voice all raspy and wobbly and so were your steps. "Why did you drink if you're such a lightweight?"

"...i don't know, I felt like it."

Yeah right. It was all just to escape from the pain of confused feelings.

"Hwa?" Your lips let out the nickname after so many years and it ignited a spark in the said man's heart. He looked at you as if...you hung the stars in the sky. "Yes y/n-ah?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?" The question got him a little off-guard but he replied anyways, "I do.." you took a deep sigh and clutched his coat that was on your shoulders even tighter, the cold wind slapping your face, it turned your nose and cheeks red, "then, do you believe in lovers that are meant to be?"

"Yes I do." He said, without taking eyes off of you. He saw you pause a little, hesistent maybe. And then you turned your gaze to him and spoke in a soft tone, "...what about... lover's who are unaware of each other's feelings..."

The wind kept picking up it's pace, you saw his hair dance, while his eyes...they looked, hurt. Why? Did you say something wrong? It was because he knew what you were hinting at. He would like to talk about it...one day, he'll make you sit and talk all about it. But finding the right time is getting harder. And he's afraid he might lose the time.

Before he opens his mouth to speak you shut him by saying it's late and we should head back. The entire car ride was so awkward. Not that it was anything new, but the drinking helped to distract you from the situation. As soon as you got out of the car, you gave him his coat back. The warmth that was taken away, you felt so dejected.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he seemed even more mesmerising than before. You just wanted to kiss him...but it'd be too spontaneous huh? His scent felt so intoxicating. While walking back a few tears fell from your eyes, you're not sure why. Seonghwa saw you wiping them....it broke his heart to see you like that, but what could he possibly do when in the first place, it was because of you, the seperation happened.

You can be quite a handful. Sitting on the beanbag, with coffee in your hand and a book on your lap. Which was just..there. because your mind was preoccupied by your last night's embarassing acts.

You felt a vibration as you were sitting on the bean bag, then your phone caught your attention. 'mum' the words shone bright on them.

"Hey honey...how was your day yesterday?" Her voice as gentle as ever. "It was...alright. I'm hungover right now by the way." To which you received a fit of laughter. Your mum had always been your biggest support, she was like a ball of sunshine wrapped in the attire of a mother. She always taught you to stay humble, grateful and a little crazy for the fun's sake. That's why you can share whatever you want with her.

"Whom did you go out with? Was it Hongjoong? Or That blind date guy, what was his name? Mountain?" She asked and you internally laughed at the 'mountain', "San mom, his name was San." A little Ah, of realisation came from the other end. "And no...I was with, Seonghwa."

As if other people weren't enough she started making teasy sounds and the 'oohs', for a fact you know her eyebrows are wiggling and she's poking the air which indirectly is you. "Mooom!" You whined trying to stop her trail of thoughts. "You know we're just friends right?"

"Of course I do...but he's a good guy no?" You rolled your eyes as if she could see you right now, "That doesn't provide as a valid reason to date him?" And your mom counter attacked with, "well, San was a nice guy too, I also teased you about him but you never gave him a chance as well."

You halted, because if it was about your relationship status, you could never win in that section with your mum. "I'm just saying....you guys have known each other since you were kids, and he's attractive too, hm?" Yeah, you would agree on that one thing. All those memories, where a number of girls had approached you just to fish out seonghwa's number or to get close to him. Oh and how could you forget the amount of gifts he recieved during valentine's day.

Thinking about it now, really makes you realize that...what you felt back then, was 'jealousy'. And not in a way that your friend was being taken away from you. But because...he was yours. It had always been Seonghwa and Y/n from the start.

"Besides, the way you two look at each other, can't just limit you to just 'friends'."

Was it really that obvious? Your lips gave out a sigh and you took another sip of your coffee. "Oh also, Seonghwa's parents are celebrating there 26th marriage anniversary, and all of us are invited."

The location was sent on your phone, you had to focus on the 'getting ready' part. On god, you never thought much about your outfits but today. Specifically today, you wanted to look the best out there. If Hongjoong was here he would've said "who are you going to impress with that dress?" While smirking and teasing the shit out of you.

But honestly,...who were you going to impress? "S-.." don't say it. You can't admit it!

The party venue was so beautiful. It was an outdoor restaurant, and filled with nature. Those trees and bushes were decorated with golden fairy lights, as you walked a bit further, all the tables were settled and flowers were hung on strings with more fairy lights that acted like a ceiling. Every table had a candle lamp. This reminded you very much of Tangled for some reason.

Your parents had already met you, in fact, even Seonghwa's parents greeted you. The only person missing was him. The party had all sorts of people, some you knew and some were absolute strangers. Amongst all, you wanted to look for him.

So restless. As though, without him you can't breathe. It just makes you question how the hell did you survive these 7 years without him? It must be funny to him too. You could've stopped him....but something about his back on you, made you feel like you weren't worth him.

A champagne flute in your hand, you were there physically but your mind was lost in the clouds of memories. Should you even be feeling this right now. As you're eyes wander around a tap on your shoulder is felt to which you turn around, "Who're you waiting for?"

Your head rotates towards the voice to find Seonghwa in a fitted white shirt, the first few buttons opened to expose his collarbones. God, you could almost outline his built, might be the lightening or the material of the shirt and he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, which for some reason was so hot? The bottoms were black, his wrist had a rolex while his neck was adorned with a gold chain. Oh yeah...he used to wear that back then too. His hair were down, and so floofy, you wanted to run your hands through them.

"Y/n?" His fingers snapped in front of you and you came back to your senses, realizing you were practically gawking at the said man. However, you weren't the only one observing. You could feel his gaze go from the top of your head to your toes. Analyzing, more like admiring the way you looked. Although, he wanted to rip of the dress right then and there that hugged your body so perfectly, he had to control himself.

The bun didn't make it any easier as well, the dresse's square neckline exposed your collarbones and he noticed that the dress had a slit as it went down showcasing one of legs. Gosh, you looked like a goddess.

"Y/n...you look, beautiful." He complimented in his soft voice, the way he looked down on you, and for some reason he leaned in even closer, your breath had started to hitch so bad. Your aura was now filled by his stimulating scent, he slouched down to meet your eyes, his eyes boring right into yours.

Somehow the whole world faded away, it was just you and him. One of his hands came up and tucked a hair strand behind your ear, from there, it went to your earlobe. He caressed it so softly, you were sure you'd fall, your knees were so weak, all because of the proximity between you guys.

"Did your earring get lost?" He whispered, and you stood there dumbfounded. "Hm?"

"Your earring."

Then it made sense to you, he was talking about one of your earrings which probably fell somewhere and you had no idea. "Oh...um...i-i.." ah yes, the classic stammering. No, honestly now you get why those main actresses reacted this way, tongue tied because apparently your mind goes blank and all you can think about right now is kissing him.

His smirk was still pasted on his face, like he enjoyed teasing you, "that's alright we'll find it." The rest of the night was beautiful. You enjoyed every second of it. Because on the dinner table your parents couldn't stop talking about your childhood stories and the same was for hwa's parents.

All the little stories, and Seonghwa's were mostly embarassing and you knew he wanted to run away. His face was so red and the wine was absolutely not the reason. Meanwhile, your laughter couldn't be stopped. You guys really stayed together for so long huh.

After a while when you got up to get ice cream, you see Seonghwa talking to a man. He seemed familiar for some reason. Just as gorgeous, but his hair were longer and he wore earrings in both his ears, and was also shorter than hwa. You decided to join them.

"Hey guys..." You started but it felt like you made a wrong decision because the atmosphere for some reason was already so tense. "Yes, her." Seonghwa said and you looked at him in confusion because now both of them were looking at you with their narrow eyes. "Wh-" and before you could speak Seonghwa interrupts, "my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" A voice from the back greeted you. How lovely.

Both of your families had heard what this man had blurted out.

Astounded. You sit in the car. Staring into space. Seonghwa sat besides you, panicking visibly. No, because if someone passed by the car they would see the most comical scene. You hear a meek, really timid call for your name and you don't even bother to look at the man. Instead you click your tongue and start screaming on top of your lungs.

"YOU IDIOT! WHAT HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! HUH?" While throwing anything and everything you could find- which somehow included a bottle of sanitizer and a chocolate box?

"YOU ALREADY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU LIE? ARE YOU CHEATING ON HER?? THIS WAS NOT THE WAY YOU WERE RAISED PARK SEONGHWA!!" nag nag, like a mom. And hwa was going through what could be described as a traumatic experience because now came your smacks and punches.

"Y/n let me explain!!" The man finally managed to say something but you hit him more before calming down. Seonghwa looked like a scared cat as he passed a water bottle to you. You glared at him and snatched the bottle, gulping it down.

"It's gonna come as a stupid excuse...but that just...slipped off my tongue." He began and you hands already found themselves in your hair, clutching them hard, "...what would you say to your girlfriend then? Why'd you take my name anyways?"

His face morphed into that of sorrow, "we...uh.." you already knew what he was going to say. "Broke up." It pained you to see him like this. You still remember vivdly, how he was so afraid to talk to other girls but some of his friends made him go on a blind date, and those girls were mean, they insulted him and he came back crying. This was 10th grade by the way. His head in your lap as you tried to calm him down.

He had always been so soft, you couldn't imagine what he would've went through in this cruel world. "We were already very distant. It always felt like we there just for the show. So last night...she finally decided to break up."

Now the stars align.

He then explained why he said that there on the spot. Apparently, Wooyoung, is one of his work rivals. He didn't want to back down in front of him, because he had taken a full 2 months vacation from his work, saying that he's getting engaged. And well, seeing Wooyoung here, he got a bit freaked out, because Wooyoung could end his career. But luckily you walked straight there, like an angel.

Yeah, more like a lamb walking into a lion's den.

"But you could've said it a little less loud... because the whole family heard...and it's going to take a lot of time to clear this misunderstanding." You began, because your families that already shipped you, were in their emotional phase right now and anything you would say could be and would be taken as a betrayal.

"Sorry..." He muttered.

Despite having a pout on your face you took your handkerchief and blew hot air on it so that it'll warm up and then used that as a heating devide on Seonghwa's forehead, "...must've hurt.."

Seonghwa watches you care for him, even though you winced more and kept asking "does it hurt?" Tch. Gosh, only if he could kiss you right now. Wait. What?

Yes, he thought that right now.

It's isn't his fault though. If one thing he has learned from his friendship with you, is that, soulmates exists. And one-sided love is true. God, he fell so hard. He can't look at anyone else like the way he looks at you. And no one, no one makes him feel the things you do. "You look like a dream..."

He says out of the blue, and you slowly move your eyes to meet his, that's when you realise you're too close. Dangerously close. "What did you say?" You whispered, too scared to speak up, as though breaking the shell both of you had created around you in a span of seconds.

"You look like a dream."

Wow, somehow you survived the situation. You're standing at your door step while Seonghwa's car is still outside the main gate, waiting for you to get inside. But you don't, you look back once again, with a grin, a little too happy for some reason and wave at him. You see him chuckle as he waved back and you got inside. You never wanted to leave but...had to.

As soon as you close the door you slide against the door, looking red like a tomato. Your palms hide your face as you squeal and giggle like a teenager in love. "I'm in trouble..."

Seonghwa thinks back at the moment, he got bold huh? But, someone honked right from behind then screamed "get a room". Yes. It was Wooyoung. He smiled at the memory, he takes off his watch and then his shirt to change into comfortable clothes that's when he realises, he forgot to return you something. His hand shuffle into the pockets of his pants.

A sigh leaves his lips, "guess this gives us another chance to meet." His palm held your earring that you had lost. He doesn't look like it but he is sneaky, he found that earring near where you stood but you were too lost in your world.

So you were Seonghwa's fake girlfriend now. And your family also believed that lie. Crazy, but now they kept teasing you for it. Something about marriage and kids and what not. You shurgged it off whenever you were on a call with them or ignored it when you were with them but secretly...you tried so hard to keep a poker face.

Even at work Hongjoong had caught you daydreaming, and he'd say "love looks good on you". If you were being honest... you've thought about it. How would it be feel to call him your one and only? To live with him? Sleep on the same bed with him....how would it feel if your feelings were reciprocated?

However deep down, anxiety rose in the pit of your stomach. The reality is not it...it's nothing like your imaginations and thoughts. He might not feel the same way at all. "might not?" A painful smile appeared on your face...he obviously doesn't. He had moved on, and you were still stuck in the past like a teenager in love. Sleepless at nights, thoughts of him lingering a little too longer in your mind, replaying moments with butterflies each time.

In a different home and setting...things were quite similar. He realised his feelings had not even decreased one per cent. He'd laugh at the fact how confident he felt when he came back from abroad, feeling 100 per cent sure his heart wouldn't pick up it's pace and your eyes wouldn't work their magic on him.

Oh boy, was he wrong?

The moment he saw you, his pupils enlarged and his jaw opened slightly to take on all your beauty. How can a person become even prettier as time passed by? The world suddenly started to seem bright with you. And it wasn't a foreign feeling at all, it was as though he'd come back home. You. Just like before, every love song was and still remains about you.

How...vile of his heart? To not let go someone who doesn't even wants him. He hated the idea of you with someone else, but he was ready to leave you as long as you were happy. But...he didn't realize it was going to be this difficult.

Basically these two idiots had no idea, both of them liked each other secretly. They were hopelessly in love with each other.

Days went by, your work routine stayed the same but you know what else changed? Your evenings. Your nights. God, all the while you just patiently waited for your job to end, in fact, some days Hongjoong would let you off the hook early.

Then you and Seonghwa would explore the town in his car. Laughing, enjoying, mocking each other, taking silly pictures. It felt like those days were back, and you weren't going to take them for granted anymore.

Just like that, a dinner happened. It was organised by Wooyoung, Hwa's rival and both of you were invited. It was actually shocking to see those two act so in love at the dinner, because Wooyoung wouldn't stop kissing Seonghwa, he was just so drunk but then Seonghwa cleared that he was like that even when he was sober.

A lot of things happened during the dinner but the real fun...was after that. You guys strolled in the parks, laughing. Even catching a young couple, sitting on the benches, experiencing love probably for the first time.

Maybe it was invasion of privacy but it was just so wholesome watching the guy on the right put his hand on the bench and the guy, shorter than the first one, on the left inch by inch hold his hand and both of them looked on opposite directions probably blushing so hard.

You turned to see Seonghwa, his body was hovering you but his gaze was fixated on the couple on the front. You guys were hiding behind a few bushes. God if he looked down at you, you really couldn't control yourself. He never looked down but...you knew he was aware of you lingering gaze on him. How you traced his face structure.

You went to the karaokes, the beach in fact, which was eerily empty and because you were a fool in love, you found it romantic. Or going to the teokkbokki stall that was now built into a restaurant, and surprisingly the owner recognised you.

"Did you go to xyz High school?" The old lady with curly hair asked and Seonghwa responded yes, with a smile. "Aigoo, no wonder I've seen you before! You used to come here after school hours right?"

"Woah you remember!" You said, amazed. "So you guys became a couple huh? Ooh, such a cute and romantic dynamic. It's always the childhood sweethearts." She said while poking her fingers at Seonghwa's shoulder who was too perplexed to even deny her. You bit back a smile, watching his cheeks glow red and his silly reactions. He hadn't changed one bit.

Then when you sat on the bench near Han river, to watch a firework show. You don't think you can hold onto the feelings you felt when you were with him. It was so fuzzy...and warm. Like home..as you always said.

This time Seonghwa spoke, while gazing at the star filled sky, his eyes were bright once again. You aren't sure what he said at the start... because you were mesmerized by his magical looks...and not just because of his face, you could see yourself kissing his soft lips, holding his face in your hands, hugging him....

"Every time we're together, I just feel so happy and fulfilled..." 'I just wish I was brave enough to say the words, but maybe you feel the same way?'

You heard him say....and a smile creeped up your lips as he looked at you. A moment later the fireworks started to explode and your attention was preoccupied by them..in various colours they piped in the dark sky. Like painting an empty canvas... that's exactly how Seonghwa made you feel.

"I love you..."

You whispered while enjoying the fireworks, knowing damn well your words were muffled due to the loud noise of those fireworks. And yet it felt so light....that you couldn't stop smiling. "Hey..." He called for you and when you looked at him, he was holding out two sparklers, that ngit you lit then and smiled like children.

'I wish I was brave enough to tell you how I truly felt...'

"Hwa!" Your knuckles knock on the door of his hotel room. He wasn't living in his old house with parents but seperately, he said he wanted to buy an apartment just like you. Which amde you chuckle.

Today, you stood in front of his door because you were finally ready to confess after a contemplation of a week. Holding a bouquet, with a blush on your face. However, Seonghwa didn't seem to respond.

"..oh the door is unlocked?" Your hands wrap around the door knob and open it up, "..is he not home?" mumbling to yourself, you took in the view the room provided. The silence was really strange and uncomfortable. Because you could hear... something.

You turned around swiftly, in hopes for finding someone...but there was no one. A sound of something falling from the left greeted you, and your anxiety was growing...you didn't want to whisper for some reason. You just followed the voice, hoping that it was Seonghwa. It lead you to the bathroom.

A sigh left your lips once you saw Seonghwa, his body turned around...and half naked? Your cheeks were red....and when he moved just a little to the left..

It was another woman.

Your heart sank to your stomach...and your eyes dropped down. Your eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly twitched. Unconsciously, you clenched on to the bouquet, not realising it had thorns, which pricked one of your fingers.

A tears drop fell and mixed with the blood from your lips because you were biting on it too hard. With a sigh, you stormed away, but on your way you slammed the door. Throwing the bouquet somewhere in the hallway, the blood had trickled down till your wrists, while your lips won't stop bleeding and your tears....they were the same.

Fuck you didn't even have a car to escape as fast you wanted to.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

.....why?

Your feet took you somewhere you knew you'd feel better, if not...you won't feel terrible like you just did a few seconds ago. Your mind kept replaying the scene like a broken casette. Once you reached the garden...you plopped on the ground and hugged your knees.

Clicking your tongue, you bow your head.."it doesn't feel that bad..."

So you said....still crying as if you had been betrayed. You felt like your world was falling apart in front of your eyes.

Everything seemed to melt away, and the ground beneath your feet was turning to dust. Your chest felt like it was caving in on you, and could feel your heart breaking in your throat.

You knew this would happen, that some day he would meet someone else, but to see it right in front of you... to see the two of them together... You just... don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

"So...I never really knew you.." you cried with your breaking voice. Maybe... you took all this for granted again...

Two weeks had passed by.

And you and Seonghwa hadn't talked since then.

Remembering your conversation with Hongjoong was just absolutely painful at this point.

"So...do you like him then?"

"I don't want to."

"But..you do?"

"I do."

Then proceeding to cry out a river. It was all so funny to you. You were the one who rejected him first anyway.

...

Did you?

Oh fuck it who even cares if I didn't or not...i never had the courage to tell him how i felt. I was so afraid..a fucking coward!

"Y/n!"

You turned around to see the same man, you wanted to avoid. Because you knew if right now you saw him...you'd break.

"Where have you been?" He came running towards you in his dress shirt, his tie loosened up, a few buttons opened. His hair still styled up, looked like he had just gotten off from his office.

He had grown up.

He came in front of you and painted while his hands were on his knees. "Wooyoung said he wanted to meet you again and it-"

"Let's stop acting like this Seonghwa." Your stern voice caught him off guard and he looked at you with a concerned look. "What?...but you agreed.."

"I did...and honestly, I'm sorry i did. I was an idiot." Your throat felt so hoarse and tight, eyes were glazed over, staring at the person in front of you.

You were trying so hard to stay calm and collected, but the tears were welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"No, no, no" you whispered to yourself, you can't break down like a child again. It was all for the best...right?"

"Did...did something happen?" His hand extended to stop you, to hold you, to embrace you...instead you took a step back, "You...have so many people that you have to meet. So many things that you have to do...I think it's best to spend them.. without me. Oh and.."

Your hand shuffle through your bag and take out a bracelet with a star charm, you remember you used to have an identical one but with an infinity charm, "here...keep this."

Seonghwa took the item in his hand, thoroughly observing it, "you...found this?"

"Mhm...I kept it when you untied it and there it in the middle of the ground." Seonghwa looked absolutely distraught. This was no what he had expected when he came back from the office, "don't keep sanitizers in your car." As though you were trying to make him realise what he had done wrong, you bitterly smiled but looked at him for the last time, "it'll remind you of us."

[ficmeouttahere]

my brain has decided once again that a random actor i know nothing about is the love of our life and i fear there's no way to go but through

[imoosgnaj]

(🏆) /// Soomi in 2024 AESA award

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura @hyunmikim @xakx @klmllr

[t-aerae]

“i can’t get enough of you, holy shit.”

the words rolled off of juyeons tongue. for starters, you were dating hyunjae and fucking his best friend behind his back. but really, who needed to know? even though it was wrong, it felt so good. everything about juyeon was perfect everytime he thrusted into you, you felt fuzzy inside. your body was numb from the pleasure he gave you, still wanting more.

[swallowtail-ageha]

Uuuugh this lady at ceramic that brought her son in and is like "oh well i brought him there to teach him boundaries" and MOTHERFUCKER YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT IN THE TWENTY YEARS YOU HAVE RAISED HIM. DO NOT DROP THE RESPONSABILITY ON ME (who is also autistic) AND THE HEAD CERAMIST JUST BECAUSE YOU SEE "OH WOMEN"

[i4juni]

❱ http:˚♡ 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ! ˚ˑؘ 🪽 ·˚

ıllı 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎: 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

it was her first halloween celebrating with her members and yumi was over the moon about it!

yumi absolutely loves halloween and getting to get dressed up judge free, and now she could dress up with her members. what's not to like?

she went the basic but cute route.

staff told her to go more basic after she told them about dressing up as kuromi so she went as her ideal profession when little: race car driver.

side eyed jay when he said he was going as a race care driver as well.

they came to the agreement that they'd both rock the look and they totally did.

engenes loved how cute she looked in it but still is not most of the fans first choice when asked about their favorite yumi costume.

ıllı 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏: 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲

this look is not the one she used for the upper side dreaming dance performance vid.

she went coordinated with her members for that.

this look was just one she wanted to do for the shits and giggles!

she never misses her opportunity to play dress up so, she decided that year she was going to be her modern take on a fairy.

her stylist and her were the ones who made her outfit with thrifted clothing items.

yumi did her hair all by herself as well!!

she is super proud of this look and is the first pic she shows when people ask he rif she likes dressing up for halloween.

heeseung and jay were very very protective over her when she got dressed up because of the length of the skirt.

even if she wore it just once, the skirt gave the both of them a big headache.

big brother energy from them 🥹

ıllı 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐: 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

oh boy did this costume make headlines.

simple but iconic.

it was first seen on her instagram story, when she posted a boomerang showing off her costume.

yumi made a post that showed her and another ghost face next to her.

fans went absolutely CRAZY when they saw it. they started researching to try and find the identity of the guy next to her but they never found it out.

fans still ask her about it and yuyu only says “a good ghost face never reveals their identity.” or remains silent.

but apart from that small scandal, it was well welcomed by fans.

she has tons of unseen pictures of her in the costume but says she'll save them for when the time is good.

[kpop-kitkat]

All Along | Kang Minhee

pairing | royal knight!kang minhee x princess f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, hurt comfort, royal au, medieval au, blood, injury, mention of minor death, major death(???), betrayal, reader’s ex is evil, crying, hopelessness, but a happy end 

wc | 2.0k

notes | loosely based off of ‘the legend of zelda: breath of the wild’ 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

He was right. He was right all along. And that's why Y/n was where she was now. Alone, crying, in the middle of the green forest of Kyoto, as the rain poured. He warned her that Gyemin would break her heart. He warned her that it wouldn't last forever. He warned her that he was no good in the first place. But she never thought it would could very well be the death of her. Just like it was the death of her father. 

 "You were right Minhee... you were right," she sobbed, hugging her knees as the rain soaked her black dress.

 "Y/n!" A voice called in the distance, and she could tell it was a very distressed Minhee. And it surprised her, since Minhee wasn't one to talk, let alone yell. But considering the circumstances, it was reasonable. "Y/n where are you?!"

Minhee could’ve left the kingdom of Kyoto. He could’ve abandoned Y/n as her knight, since the king was dead and he was under no rule, just like the rest of the kingdom. But he stayed. He was loyal to his duty. He was loyal to his best friend.

 "Y/n! Please!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, even sounding a bit like he was crying too. The sound tore her to pieces. 

She forced herself up from her place in the dark mud as she moved towards the sound of Minhee's voice. "Minhee! I'm over here!" She beckoned the royal knight, barely able to see through the rain. But it became clear as day when her eyes fell upon Minhee.

Her heart dropped at the sight. He was limping, an arrow in his upper right arm as well as below his left knee, both gushing with sticky red blood. His soft black hair completely disheveled, blood dripping from his lip and forehead, his uniform torn with cuts all over his arms and legs, even a particularly deep one in his stomach. Yet still, with what strength he had left, he walked over to his first and only love, only thinking about her safety and not his own agonizing pain.

 "Y/n, we need to-" he paused, hissing from the sharp pains. "... get out of here. Gyemin... he's after you," he choked out, coughing up a bit of blood. It was a wonder he wasn't dead. He was stubborn, after all.

 "Minhee," she sighed, mouth open as tears stung her already tired of crying eyes. "What did they do to you," she reached out to touch his arm but he pulled away.

 "Forget about me..." he begged, grabbing her hand as he began to sprint.

 As they ran, Y/n heard the frightening sound of a horse whining, signaling Gyemin and his men were near. Fear giving her an adrenaline rush, she picked up the pace, matching hers with Minhee's. Minhee and Y/n had long disregarded their appearance, being covered in blood and dirt, their hair complete messes. Even some of his blood had spilled onto Y/n, causing her to shudder. 

The path ahead became blurry to Y/n. Her grip on Minhee's hand loosened continuously. And he only noticed how tired she was when he no longer held a hand in his. Hers slipped out of his, and now, she was on her hands in knees, sitting in the mud.

Her senses were completely overwhelmed. Her ears rang painfully, she could smell only the spring rain, she felt hardly anything anymore but the cold, she tasted the blood that spilled from her lip, and she saw a blurry version of the forest. "How did it come to this," she began, eyes closed as it was less painful that way. She didn't even bother to look up as Minhee knelt before her. "My father is gone, Gyemin is exactly the person you said he was, yet I believed him and not you. And I let everyone down," she took a shaky breath. “I should’ve known he’d turn the minds of our allies. Now I can’t tell friend from enemy,” she said, just angry with herself. “I never thought anything would've led to this," her voice broke, as she made eye contact with the handsome knight, her hands still deep in the mud. 

She couldn't keep it in any longer. She began to sob as her body fell into Minhee's arms. He caught her and held her close, comforting her the only way he knew how. She grabbed his bloodied uniform and dried her tears with it. None of this should’ve been happening. It was all wrong. 

“I’m so sorry Minhee… you were right all along, I should’ve believed you,” she whispered, clutching him tightly still. 

He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. “It’s alright, it isn’t your fault,” he assured, for a moment completely forgetting his immense pain. 

She pulled away from him and looked at his wounds again. She cried even more at the sight. She could feel his pain, almost literally. But she stayed strong, and rose to her feet as Minhee helped her up, when in reality, she should’ve been the one helping him. Perseverance was always one of his best qualities. 

“There are some old ruins not far from here. Let’s take shelter there,” Y/n suggested. Minhee nodded to her words and started in the direction which she pointed. And not long after, they’d arrived, with no Gyemin in sight.

Y/n looked for a place to rest, when she heard a thud behind her. She quickly turned around, and saw that Minhee had collapsed. “Minhee!” She exclaimed, running to his side, making him look at her. She grabbed his hand and smiled at him, despite her worry. “Minhee… don’t move, I’ll get help,” she assured, though her nervousness showed. 

“Y/n…”

”I’ll find someone who is still loyal to me. I’m the queen now, there must be somebody out here.”

”Y/n…”

”And they’ll heal you, and you’ll be better again… everything will go back to the way it was! And we could-“ 

“Y/n!”

She looked at him as her tears fell onto his wounds, not wanting to hear what he had to say. 

“It’s… ahh,” he gasped in pain. “Too… late…” 

She cried quietly and put her hands on either side of his face. ��No it isn’t… you can’t say that,” she shook her head. “You’ll be fine, you have to be fine. I can’t live without you,” she confessed, hands and head falling onto his chest. 

“Y/n…” he smiled through the pain, as she looked up at him, wearing the most pain-filled expression.

“Minhee… no… please…” she whispered. 

“I… love you,” he breathed out.

He gave her a sad smile before leaning up towards her, pressing his lips to hers. And she kissed back gently, wanting to remember this moment for ever, because it very well could be her last. She felt him slipping away until his head fell limp onto the ground, lips detaching from hers.

”Somebody please,” she began, gradually getting louder. “Somebody help! Help me!” She screamed as she held Minhee close to her, not finding the heartbeat she wanted to find. Not finding the warmth she needed.

“Princess!” A voice called in the distance, and she recognized that voice anywhere. One of her father’s loyal bodyguards, Jinseong. As well as his other bodyguard Minjoon. They ran to her side. 

“Please help him. Do it whatever it takes to get him back. I love him,” she instructed, doing her best to sound brave. 

“Yes princess,” Jinseong nodded, and with Minjoon’s help, they carried Minhee away to their secret hideout, far from the castle, which was now overrun by the enemy. 

Another figure appeared. Y/n’s handmaiden, Jaehwa. “Princess, follow me to the village of Yoshino. It’s safe there.”

Y/n nodded before following one of the only other humans she trusted.

~~~~~

Y/n stayed in Yoshino for months. Minhee was alive, but barely holding on. He stayed in Kikai, a hideout in Kyoto, populated with the only good people left that lived in the castle and castle town. There, he was treated by skilled medics who were doing there best to bring him back.

”Princess?” Jaehwa’s voice rang out.

”Yes?” Y/n turned her head towards the girl.

”Minhee. He’s back.”

Y/n’s heartbeat sped up ten times faster than before. “Where is he?”

”He’s on his way to the village now. People have seen him in the distance from the surrounding mountains. He-“

Y/n didn’t allow Jaehwa to finish her sentence as she ran out of the house she was staying in, getting a new feeling of happiness she hadn’t had since the fateful day. She immediately went to the stable and mounted her horse, H/n, and galloped towards the path that led to Kikai, planning to meet him on his way. 

The horse galloped a bit faster, sensing Y/n’s urgency to get to the place she was headed to. More like the person she was headed to. 

There he was. As ethereal as ever. Much cleaner than she last saw him. No blood, no messy hair, no dirt, no torn clothes. Some bruises and scars, of course, but they were a symbol of his bravery. 

“Minhee!” She dismounted her horse and ran towards his horse. 

“Princess wait!” Jinseong warned. “He’s not the Minhee you once knew,” he explained, dismounting his own horse and walking towards her, standing between her and Minhee. 

“What do you mean?” She asked.

”He’s lost his memory. He hasn’t been himself.”

”As your queen, I demand you step aside,” she said. “I want to see him.”

He hung his head. “As you wish.”

She walked up to Minhee’s horse. “You remember me, don’t you?” 

Minhee stared blankly at her, scaring her. And she backed away when he slid down from his horse and began walking towards her, saying nothing.

”Uhh, Minhee?” She laughed nervously, backing away as he neared her. And since they were in a valley, she backed away until her back was against the stone wall of the mountain. 

“Princess,” Jinseong warned again, ready to draw his sword against Minhee if he threatened her safety. 

“Y/n…” Minhee whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. She melted at his touch and looked into his eyes.

”Minhee,” she sighed with a smile.

Minhee smiled back before quickly capturing her lips in his. Her hands held his face as his held her back and waist. It was happier than their first. Because this time, Minhee wasn’t dying. He had a heartbeat. He had warmth. After about a good minute or two, Y/n pulled away and happily threw her arms around his neck. “I love you too,” she sighed, burying her face into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her.

Jinseong sighed in relief before sheathing his sword again. 

“Now that’s a happily ever after right there,” Minjoon chuckled. “You know, I was always rooting for them,” he stated, mounting his horse as Jinseong did the same.

”No you weren’t-“

”Yes I was!”

Minhee and Y/n mounted their horses as well and rode to the village. 

When they arrived, they quickly reunited and went straight into each other’s arms again. Y/n sighed. “You know Minhee… I’m the queen.”

”Which would make me…”

”The king,” she finished. “Are you alright with that?”

”I’ll be anything you want me to be. As long as I get to be with you. That’s all I care about,” he replied.

“How romantic of you,” she giggled. 

~~~~~

“Now presenting, the king and queen of Kyoto, Minhee and Y/n!” Announced the royal advisor as the two mentioned stepped out onto the castle’s main balcony, arm in arm.

To think they started out as the princess and the knight. Nobody could’ve predicted this. 

“Are you ready for this?” Minhee asked, referring to their next life chapter as he looked down at his beautiful wife. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

[sakasamashoujo]

long exasperated sigh

[meowmeowmessi]

also it's so funny that they bring up the bayern match and how mbappe coming on changed the tempo of the game or whatever while messi was "ghosting" like ok so are you ready to talk about how mbappe ghosted for 80 minutes straight in the fucking wc final or??

[chaerssss]

✧*̥˚ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ....*̥˚✧ -2

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ:-25ᴋ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:- ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ.

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ:- ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏ.

ᴛʏᴘᴇ:- ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ.

Maknae line

Part 1

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People described you as a walking time capsule. Just because you liked clicking pictures and journal every little thing that went on in your life. Without realising you helped a lot of people in this way. It was a habit of yours to always carry a Polaroid camera, if not then the camera app was always open on your phone. It was because of your mother that you liked to treasure things... treasure moments, to feel the emotions that went through you at that exact time. So, here you are sitting on your couch. The drizzling outside calms you as you look through your Camera and walk through the memory lane of your love life....

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○Choi San○

"Look at me.."

"Pleaseeee..."

"Let me see your face."

"Y/nnnnn.."

San whined next to you on the bed in his extra large hoodie. Meanwhile, your eyes were stuck on the laptop screen. Fingers on the keyboard, typing words San had no interest in. "Just 5 more minutes. Once I'm done with this essay we can do whatever you want.." You tried to give hopes to San so that he'd stop distracting you. Besides, there was no way you'd be done within 5 minutes..You had just begun. 'Never' miss the deadline' an advise to yourself for the future.

San's hands snake under your pyjama shirt, his voice was now way deeper and breathy, and so close to you ear. "Anything..?" His soft touch sent waves throughout your body that felt like an electric shock. You physically shuddered and San already guessed he had the upper hand. "Hm? Is my princess getting turned on?"

Damn it, his lips won't leave your ear. These whispers were dangerous and you and San both knew it. They won't just end here. Gradually, you felt his lips graze your helix then slowly lick your earlobe. It was so satisfying that you found yourself clenching your thighs. Oh he knows what he does to you and he never leaves an opportunity to prove that. His teeth gently nibbled the soft skin on your ear slowly going downwards towards your neck. Meanwhile his hands caressed your abdomen. Gosh, this was too much. His breath on your skin, his warm hands touching you and his wet tongue circling your weak spot. The heat was becoming hard to handle.

Your eyes started to roll back and your body began to lose it's control. You hadn't realised the way you were leaning on San's body. Your head rested on his shoulder while his face was buried in the crook of your neck, devouring you. His hair tickled you and that just provided more to the pleasure.

There he goes again. With that smirk. Knowing he gets you all hot and messy. And that's when you came back to your senses.

"San!" You straightened your posture and wriggled away from your boyfriend who had been a bit too clingy today. "...Are you seriously going to fight your urge?" His honey voice asked curiously. "No...I mean, we can later. There's just...so much. I'm the one to blame, this was supposed to be done 2 weeks ago but 2 weeks ago we were..." You stopped mid-sentence to collect the memories and it hit you. Last time San had tricked you into having sex.

"Oh my god! It was You!!! It was because of you I forgot about my 15 credits worth of essay!" You gasped in realisation.

"Well, what can I say, I am such a sexy boyfriend that you couldn't resist." His smug smirk still pasted on his face and you were ready to snatch it off.

"Choi San forget about any intercourse for the coming 2 weeks!" You declared the punishment.

"...cuddles are still up right?"

"No!"

San left a loud a gasp as his eyes had now turned round and his mouth was shaped in an 'O'. "That's not fair. I atleast deserve cuddles?"

"You do, but it's for distracting me." Although it's my fault for being distracted. You thought.

His eyes narrowed and his lips formed into a pout, "You're mean. Not only to me but yourself too."

What does he mean-

"You're dripping wet Y/n." He spits the words so nonchalantly. However, you on the other hand, had gone scarlet. "Do you want me to ban the kisses too?" You threatened.

"Okay fine. I'll leave you and your...essay alone." San murmured as he got up from the bed taking his pillow with him and then spread the futon on the ground. He's sulking again and you find it adorable. You think how you would have never imagined for a man to go so crazy over you that if he didn't get to touch you, he'd sulk. A smile tugged on to your face which didn't go unnoticed by the latter, "What're you smiling about? You just washed down the dreams of your boyfriend." He said with a frown.

You chuckled but made sure he didn't hear. Once this essay is finished, you'll make sure your boyfriends 'dreams' come true. And you continued with the work. San put on his hoodie and laid on the futon. Hours passed by, until the clock hit 12 you hadn't moved from the bed.

It felt so good to close all the tabs and shutting down the laptop. However, it had been very quiet. Maybe, San really took it serious and was behaving. These were your thoughts until you peeked on the floor to find him laid on his stomach, asleep. It was weirdly funny to randomly find him in an unusual pose. Not even a leg or arm was out of line, he was straight as a ruler. And you wondered how was he breathing?

But you won't let this moment slide. You pulled your phone from the charger and took like a million pictures so that if San makes you delete one, you'll have a treasure full of them.

You turned him so that he could at least breathe properly, and as expected his face was all red and marks of the fabric of the pillow could be seen on his clear skin. You removed his socks and took the blanket to cover the both of you with a kiss on his forehead.

"Let's be together for... always."

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○Song Mingi○

Your fingers scrolled through the Instagram account of your boyfriend. Ex boyfriend. Eyes pooled with tears, looking at every picture he posted since yesterday with his new partner. He didn't even think twice before posting these. Now, it's just so obvious he cheated. All the pictures, stories, wishes were erased from his account just like the memories and plans you both had built together.

The tears fell on to the phone screen, breaking your focus from the pictures. Your eyes then gazed away in the horizon of the New York sky. 'Heartbroken in Manhattan.' If anyone's looking to write a biopic on me...use the title. The silly thoughts in your head didn't gain a smile from your lips.

The emails from work were already piled up but you had no motivation to look at one of them. Guess, breakup does hurt. So, now you find yourself in a café. The soft ambience, customers' low chatter and the beige aesthetic of the café made you a little too comfortable. You weren't here to order, you were just here to sit. To enjoy the peace and read the quotes on the walls. In hopes you'd be distracted. It was the best decision you had ever made.

"Emo alert!" The man with lush black hair spoke. "Wooyoung, how many times have I told you to keep your volume down?" Mingi, afraid he might get fired because of his mischievous, short friend. "oh come one, it's not like she heard us. She's way too stuck up in her memories at this moment, I bet. Plus, you can't seem to take your eyes off of her." Wooyoung side-eyed Mingi, who got caught in the act.

"So what she's pretty?" He blurted out. "Do you wanna give it a go?"

You rested your head against the clear glass and looked outside at the scene of people rushing here and there. Some were alone, some with friends and family, some with their pets and the other's with their partners. Making it a little too obvious. "2 whole years and this is when you decide to show me the most clingy couple on the date I got cheated on." You murmured, blaming the god for the sudden boost of couples in the streets.

"Mam would you like to order?" You turned your head to the voice. A man about 6 foot tall stood there with a white button up and an apron that had the logo of the café written in cursive. His blond died locks caught your attention. That colour fit him perfectly. Not to mention his eyes... piercing eyes gazing at you softly. "Mam?"

"No I'd like...to stay here for a while." You respond but he doesn't move from his position. "Uh...is there something-" you started but were interuppted by the stranger, "My name's Mingi. And you look a little too pretty for me to not notice."

Oh boy. Is he trying to ask me out? Your thoughts ran at the speed of a horse. It's true since yesterday, this was the first thing you felt and it kinda made you feel alive. "You're aware that you have a name tag on your apron right?" You informed, and his ears had already turned red.

"So, you get what I'm trying to say right?" His hands now rested on your table and he was way too close for someone you just met. "Wait till my shift ends.." and he left. Wow, who does he think he is? Does every other man on this earth think they can tell me what to do and how to feel? I'll leave right away.

The wind slapped you in the face due to the bus that passed by you in a high speed. The temperature had dropped, it was already past 9 so a shiver ran down your spine and instinctively you held both your arms. "Are you cold?" The same voice startled you from behind.

Yes, you ended up taking his offer. You admit that it was pretty desperate but come on, if it buried down the pain of a heartbreak, then it's fine. "No I'm fine." You uttered through your chittering teeth. Mingi chuckled as he walked besides you on the pathway, "So, what's got you sulking huh?"

"I think it's easy to guess, isn't it?" You said, clenching the strap of your sling bag. "Yes, I got my heartbroken. And that's not even the worst part. He cheated on me and I don't even know for how long, and as soon as he broke up with me with the shittiest excuse of how 'he doesn't deserves me', he's posting pictures that were taken behind my back as if it won't hurt me."

You paused and took a deep breath. Tears once again captured your eyes but you didn't want to break in front of someone you just met. "It's okay to cry you know? I promise I won't judge." And in seconds Mingi started hearing sniffles. "Yeah..." You started, with gasps, "Considering I just told you the reason I broke up..." You stopped again and hiccuped, "...so pitiful right?" And you continued with your crying.

Mingi's leg halted, because you had stopped. From the moment he had seen you he just couldn't process the beauty you had. Was it possible for someone to look like this? But when you sat on the table, all alone, with an expression that melt him like an ice-cube - he just wanted to punch the douche who made you feel this way. "Hey..." He came forward to face you, "How could someone possibly be so dumb to leave a person like you? That's the sole question right now. But you know what?"

His big hands cupped your face, and wiped your tears with his thumb, "If he hadn't done this, I probably would have never met you." His eyes looked straight in yours. It sent butterflies in your gut, but it's really weird, why would he care so much? He just met you. And why is it that he has such a huge impact on you? His skin is so soft, and he looks at you as if you're in the only girl in this whole universe. It made your heart beat 2x faster.

"...Y/n. My name, if you cared to ask." You tried to change the topic but his sweet words won't stop, "I already called you mine."

"You know that i won't fall in love this easily right?" You were now at the rooftop of some hotel Mingi insisted to go to, "Of course, i know you won't. That's why I have everything planned. First we go on a date, then on another date and we keep dating until you fall in love. It's okay though, if you want to stop whatever we have going on." He rambled on and you laughed at his attempts to be sly. And when you smiled like that...his heart skipped a beat.

It was like sparkles surrounded you, "You..." He pointed at you and your smile faded away, "What?.." you asked out of curiosity. "Don't show that smile of yours to other people, alright?"

And that just made you smile more. Until, he got all into your personal space, "Smile like this whenever I'm around you, I don't want anyone else to steal you." He spoke in his husky voice. Oh my god, is this happening? Already? Is he going to kiss?

His finger extended and pushed your forehead as he got up to stand near the railing, "By the way, why the heck didn't you block his insta account already?"

You were all flushed what could you've said, "...i..have no idea." That's when he looked back and smiled brightly that it could light up the whole town, as he motioned you to stand besides him and enjoy the city lights. I guess that's when you knew you'd spend the whole life together.

"Let me take a picture of you!" You called out from behind.

You still have that picture on the side table of your bed, in hopes of getting back with him. Guess, you predicted it all wrong.

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○Jung Wooyoung○

"Excuse me, where are the flavoured coffee pouches?" You asked the worker as you couldn't find your favourite coffee packs anywhere today. "Sorry ma'am but the coffee packs are finished." Oh come on, not today. The thing is, it's your exams. Which means you'd need caffeine. Tons of it. You were a smart kid, you had already done quite the amount studying beforehand but being a perfectionist has it's perks. A day prior to your exams, nervousness and anxiety had captured you and you had been studying for almost the whole day. Until your coffee finished.

"There must be some? Any tea or something?" You asked because if there's no coffee there's got to be a replacement. "Um, oh yes we do have lavender flavored teas but they're limited." First of all, LAVENDER?? Your mind went nuts because people actually drink this. Well not to be blame others you're also a big fan of mint-chocolate. You pushed back your spectacles, "Yeah sure that'd work." "Please follow me.."

You tailed behind the tall man into the next aisle. As you reached there you saw just one pack settled on the shelf, there it was. It was surrounded by sparkles, it was your treasure. You wasted a little too much time in staring at it and some guy came and had already picked it up.

No, you can't let this happen. No way. You have to ace the exam, and for that you'd need that lavender tea. "Excuse me!" You called out for the man dressed in all black, only his eyes visible because his face was covered by mask. "Oh hey four eyes!" The strange man blurted out. Your eyes went wide and your eyebrows furrowed to his absurd response. "Excuse me?" You say in defense. He finally turns his full attention to you and puts back down the packs of snacks and your lavender tea in his shopping cart. "What?"

"You know it's not right to call people names based on their appearance!" You taunted while your narrow eyes shot daggers at him. "But you don't get so defensive when Hongjoong calls you that." He pointed out your sheer biasness towards your crush. But how does he know Kim Hongjoong anyway? Your expression twisted into that of confusion, "How do you know Hongjoong?"

As if on command, he removed the black mask to reveal his face. Oh good lord, he's Jung Wooyoung. The troublemaker of school and Hongjoong's close friend. "Does this makes sense now?" He leaned in closer which made you back up a little, "You make it so obvious you have a sweet little crush on him." Why did he make your blood boil so bad? You rolled your eyes and walked by him to reach his shopping cart. Finally, your hands took out the sweet item.

"What're you doing?" He asked. "Taking what's mine." Your answer made Wooyoung scoff, "It doesn't have your name on it. Plus I took it first."

Oh Jung Wooyoung, He may be the school's troublemaker but here, right now, you are the queen who is high on caffeine. He has already lost this war. You devilishly chuckled and took out a pen out of your sweatpants pocket. "Oh look what we have here!" You gave a dramatic shocked expression and then proceeded to write your name on the pack, "Now it does, and for your information, My eyes saw it first."

You proceeded to check out but couldn't get rid of the person you accidentally met. He's following you like a lost puppy found in a garden. "What do you want?" You stopped mid-way and turned behind which caught Wooyoung off-guard, "Trying to talk to you." He stated. "Yeah sure, or you could be trying to murder me for taking a tea pack." Wooyoung lowly chuckled as he was now slowly making his way towards you, "Murder for a tea pack? You for real think I have no standards." His body hovered you, you weren't that short, an adequate amount of height was gifted to you so Wooyoung didn't have to completely look down at you. However, one thing he never failed to notice was you. Uh-huh.

His group is quite the thing in the high-school. And you attend it together. As they say 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' The million times Hongjoong has told this to Wooyoung, it doesn't seem to faze him. Which is why he became the troublemaker. He has a reputation among girls because of his 'bad-boy' personality. More like a player. But guess, girls are a sucker for that. Eating other's lunch, taking their money, causing problems for teachers, pranking students, being almost all the time in detention.

And yet, he never failed to notice you. Ever since the first day of his school he has been keeping an eye on you. And you seem to be clueless, drowned in the hopes of Hongjoong. How to break it you he doesn't think of you like that at all? That's right, he couldn't. Because he knew it would shatter you in pieces. But what he could do, was make you fall for him.

He peeked in your your polythene, "You're having a rough night i presume." He remarked which made you look at your bought items and hide it behind yourself. "So many chocolate bars and different types of caffeine drinks. Tsk, guess the nerd hasn't studied enough?" He looked at you with the eyes of hyena, You were well aware of his persona so you knew better. "Whatever you're planning for Jung Wooyoung, I won't fall for it."

"A meal." He began. "What?" You were surprised. "Let me prepare you a meal."

"Why?"

"Just because."

"You'll poison me!"

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

You stood there observing his now sweet experession. No, a fake experession. The one where it looked like he had pasted a smile over his face and his eyes got closed due to the pressure of overdoing it. He wasn't going to stop messing with you any soon. You weren't gonna waste your time arguing with this asshole. So you just let him do what he wants, while you study.

"Where do you keep the spices?" Wow, what a turn of events. The man you cursed with your life, is standing in your kitchen. "It was your wish, now do whatever it takes to prepare a meal for me. I'll be in my room." You stormed off, leaving a man in the kitchen you don't trust with your pen. Funny but your first priority was this exam. Especially because the teacher had provoked you and that just meant you doing more than you could to prove a point. Ego is a bitch. An hour later a knock interuppted your intense study session. You open the door and the delicious smell of the hot food greeted you, "Care to join me downstairs?"

The first question you asked him was why he hadn't left yet, "because i was serious when I said I wanted to prepare a meal for you." Was what he said. Neither had you or Wooyoung thought it'd become a daily thing. He comes by every night around 9PM, prepares food and you both eat it together. It was such a small gesture, you don't even know why he wanted to do it first but lately you've been having peaceful sleep and you've been eating healthy.

"Guess , you aren't that bad people make you out to be." You whispered behind his back. "Hey, should we buy Kimchi?" He turned back to question and found you with your phone angled towards him, "Smile!" he cracked a pose that completely contradicted his personality at school.

Oh you were so sure you'd marry a man named Kim Hongjoong in the near future. Look at you now, sitting at the dinner table while you watch your husband cook a meal for you.

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○Choi Jongho○

"Me too hahaha..." Laughing had never been more painful. As a kid you had always thought of rich people as supreme guys, fun as well, had inside jokes and were all in all a package. You were wrong. They weren't fun, not supreme at all and never had a joke to make. So, how did you end up in a high status party where you pretend to know everyone and laugh at their stupid humour where they basically mock people below them.

Well, Choi Jongho, a chaebol held something against his parents. He wanted to prove to them that life wasn't all money, and he thought what better way there is than to pretend a relationship with a random girl? What were the chances that that 'random girl' would be you? 100 per cent.

See, you worked in the sales department of the famous 'Choi Markets' and you had seen the son of your boss quite a few times. Particularly, one time when you were heavily drunk at a party and he had happened to give you a ride and you kissed him as a thank you! You wanted the land to swallow you alive. So, it was either you play his pretend girlfriend and get paid or get fired for kissing him and be money less. Pretty threatening. But with the debts you had, this seemed like the best option. For now maybe?

"This can't happen Jongho! You know these type of people, they're all for money and besides she is an employee. You cannot date her whatsoever." Your boss, alternatively, your pretend boyfriends father thundered in the living room with his words. You were terribly shaking, "And it is fine for you to marry me off to anyone just for money?" Jongho deadpanned with his words. He was ice-cold to others, even when you were an employee you had never seen him smile. Your co-workers often gossiped about his personality but that wasn't true at all. It was obvious, he was raised to be this way. Cold and dangerous. Disguising his true colours. They said he never spoke but only you knew...he never shut up.

"How is it that none of you people recognise my one need!" His voice had now raised, "Haven't I done enough Father? In fact, what haven't i done? I went on a shit ton of business dates, signed a million of contracts, maintained the reputation of our company!" He paused to breath, "All i ask is to be with the person I adore. Someone I know would stay with me even beyond business." His voice lowered, and you gazed at his side profile. This wasn't the first time you had appreciated his beauty. Every time you'd see him, you would observe his features, his stance, the way he walked... A godsent Man for sure.

His hand interlocked with yours while his eyes still remained at his father, "So know this, if i don't get y/n... I'm as good as dead." With that he tightened his grip and stormed off. As soon as you came outside the main gate, he held your from your waist and pulled you closed. Your hands automatically rest at his chest and he closed the distance between you with a kiss.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin. There was no way this was happening. His lips were so soft you could melt. The gaurds standing near the gates had turned their heads away, but it already felt like they weren't there anymore. It was just you and him. He broke the kiss off and you tried hiding your flushed, scarlet face with your palms. "Y/n.." he uttered as his hands gently took your in his and revealed your state. "I think...I think i can love you." Your eyes met with his, completely dazed.

"If it's okay with you, would you like to go on a date?"

And that's how you were sitting in an open cafe, under the blue sky. Thinking back, Jongho had been uptight and grumpy. He didn't know how to express his emotions and well, he didn't let himself enjoy little things. You on the other hand were a complete opposite of him. So it's safe to say you transformed him with your sunshine personality in 3 months. Or maybe, he just felt more comfortable being himself around you. And you didn't mind it. In fact, you loved it. You loved him.

"What are you smiling for?" You teased the latter, knowing well why he was smiling. "nothing.."

You sneakily took your phone out and clicked a picture of him. By the way, you got caught. "Ok fine, I'll delete it." You proceed to do what you know Jongho would tell you to do but get interuppted by him. "Why would you? Aren't you going to let your Instagram followers know you're taken? Especially that Hyunjin.."

You chuckled at his response and posted it on Instagram as he said. What fairytale was life ever since you met him. Universe, truly does make out the oddest pairs.

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[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Watching a trans guy react to transvestigator posts and I havent really looked too close at any of that for my own sanity but fuck dude

I need to go lie down

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I've been working on the same fic for what feels like months because I've wanted already to be out. I craved it being done since the 16th of February when the idea was presented to be by a dear friend. (We rotted so bad because of him...) ANYWAYS 😭😭😭 I'm about to cry happy tears- I finally finished it- I feel exalted tbh- (I forgot to mention it's scheduled for tomorrow at 1030 est~)

If you would like a spoiler for who it is about & what kind of an au it is- and the outfit that ran me insane- See below~

It's a mechanic au with Mr. Kim Younghoon (now originally, he was going to be in dark blue coveralls... (as I had picture him) but then I saw this photo & the performance and I've not been the same). This is Kpopnation: Warsaw, Poland: 230923 (was I only going to use 1? yeah but he: yeah)

[bohemiandeer]

You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.

[ticklishpirate]

Too many posts calling me out today!! Not helping my lee mood! 🙈🥵😳 I’d be the squirmer!

“You gotta watch out for this one. He’s a squirmer”

[novaursa]

What about one where the small folk of winterfell and the people of the castle make friendly, suggestive gossip from giggly women and knowing men about cregan and targ!reader. Their lord and lady are close with one another and it is often talked about and seen that they frequent the bed chamber (if yk what I mean 👀)

the folk of Winterfell feel at ease knowing their lord and lady seem to be in love, similar to the honeymoon period and young love.

You don’t have to use this quote i came up with, but it inspired me to ask for this idea “I’m sure our new lady will provide both Winterfell and our Lord with many Stark children. They are certainly not opposed to practicing their duty”

— 🐠

Winterfell's Warmth

- Summary: Cregan takes you to be his wife, a fire to his ice. And it's not long until smallfolk notice just how much Lord Stark is devoted to his Targaryen bride. 

- Paring: targ!reader/Cregan Stark

- Note: This entire scene is from the perspective of the smallfolk.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @daeryna @melsunshine @21-princess

- A/N: This is the last request that I'll be posting today.

Winterfell bustles with the hum of daily life, as it always does—iron clanging in the forges, boots scuffing over the ancient stones, and the soft murmurs of the smallfolk as they go about their duties. But today, there's a special kind of lightness in the air, a sense of warmth despite the looming chill that clings to the North. The hearths burn brighter, and even the winds seem to whisper with a mischievous grin.

The reason for this subtle shift? You, Y/N, the new Lady of Winterfell, and your lord husband, Cregan Stark. Since your arrival, the inhabitants of the castle have grown accustomed to your frequent disappearances with their lord—disappearances that always lead back to your shared bedchamber. The smallfolk know, of course, as do the courtiers. They know very well what goes on behind those thick stone walls, and the knowledge brings them no small amount of amusement. 

In the courtyard, a group of washerwomen gossip while scrubbing linens in the cold, frothy water of a trough. Their fingers are red from the chill, but their spirits remain high.

“Have you heard?” one of them, a round-faced woman named Ellyn, leans in, lowering her voice despite the fact that no one important is nearby. “Our lady was seen entering the lord’s chambers again this morning, not long after the first bell rang.”

A younger girl, barely past sixteen, giggles and covers her mouth. “She didn’t leave until just before the midday meal yesterday, either!”

Another woman, older and seasoned from years of service, cocks an eyebrow but smiles knowingly. “Winterfell hasn’t been this alive since…well, since Lord Cregan’s own parents. I’d wager the bedchambers have seen more use in the past fortnight than in the last decade combined.”

The women burst into laughter, their voices carrying through the open courtyard. Ellyn smirks, leaning in even closer. “I’m sure our new lady will provide both Winterfell and our Lord with many Stark children. They are certainly not opposed to practicing their duty.”

The young girl flushes a little but can’t help but join in the giggling. "It's true, isn't it? They’ve only been married a moon’s turn, and yet I’ve never seen a man so... devoted to his wife."

“Well,” the older woman says with a playful shrug, “the Starks may be wolves, but it seems our Lord’s heart is well and truly claimed by a dragon.”

Across the courtyard, a pair of stable boys are equally enthralled with the ongoing rumors. One of them, tall and lanky, leans against the stall door, shaking his head.

"I swear by the old gods, I’ve never seen Lord Stark smile so much," the boy says, eyes wide with the incredulity of it all. "He used to be all serious, always about duty, honor, the needs of Winterfell. But now? Every time I see him, he’s got that daft look on his face, like he’s already back in the Lady’s arms."

The other stable boy, shorter and stockier, chuckles. "Aye, I noticed that too. You'd think a man so cold in demeanor wouldn’t be so… warm in his private affairs." He glances around, as if Lord Cregan himself might be lurking behind a pillar. "But gods, can you blame him? Our lady is like a flame. She’s got the blood of dragons in her veins, and it’s like he can’t resist her."

The tall boy laughs loudly. "Well, Winterfell is colder than the South, and a bit of fire in his bed can’t hurt, can it?"

Their laughter echoes through the stables, joining the chorus of quiet gossip that fills the castle.

In the kitchens, the cooks are no less entertained. An older man, grizzled and stern-faced, chops onions with a practiced hand. "It's a good thing they’re so taken with each other," he grumbles to a nearby scullery maid. "Winterfell needs strong heirs, and soon. Better they start early."

The maid, a cheerful woman with flushed cheeks from the heat of the ovens, snickers. "Aye, I doubt that'll be a problem. They’re always together, locked away for hours. If they keep at it, we’ll have a new little Stark running about before winter comes."

"I’ve heard they’re inseparable," another cook chimes in, stirring a pot of stew. "Lord Cregan hardly lets her out of his sight. It’s almost sweet, really."

"Sweet?" the old man scoffs, though there’s no real bite in his voice. "It’s practical, is what it is. They’re doing their duty, ensuring the Stark line continues. But," he adds with a chuckle, "it doesn’t hurt that they seem to enjoy it so much."

The scullery maid laughs. "Oh, they more than enjoy it! I was passing by their chamber the other night, and, well…" She lets the sentence hang, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let’s just say, they were not quiet."

The group erupts into laughter, and even the old man can’t suppress a grin.

And so it goes throughout Winterfell. From the servants who clean your chambers to the guards posted outside the great hall, everyone in the castle is aware of the affection that flows so freely between you and Cregan. Even in the great hall during the evening feasts, there are stolen glances and soft touches between you, enough for the smallfolk to notice.

At one such feast, a group of bannermen seated at a lower table murmur amongst themselves, casting knowing looks up at the high table where you sit beside your husband. Lord Cregan’s hand rests casually on your thigh beneath the table, his thumb tracing circles through the fabric of your gown. You lean toward him, whispering something that makes him laugh softly—a sound rare enough in these halls that it turns heads.

One of the bannermen, a grizzled old warrior with silver streaking his beard, nudges the man beside him. "See how he looks at her? Like she’s the only thing in the world that matters."

The younger man nods. "Aye, I’ve noticed. Seems our Lord is well and truly smitten."

"Better that than cold and distant, I say," the older man replies. "Winterfell’s seen enough hardship. It’s good for the people to know their Lord is happy. And with the lady he’s taken to bed, I’d say we’ll be seeing Stark children sooner rather than later."

The younger man grins. "Aye, and they’re certainly not opposed to practicing their duty."

As laughter ripples through the hall, you catch Cregan’s gaze, and in that moment, the world seems to fade away. His eyes, as grey as the Northern skies, are filled with a warmth reserved only for you. And though you are surrounded by the murmurs and laughter of your people, all you feel is the pull of his love, binding you to him as surely as the ancient stones of Winterfell bind the North.

The smallfolk can whisper all they like. Let them. Winterfell is at ease, and your love for Cregan is as fierce and unyielding as the North itself.

[kpop-kitkat]

Throughout the Years | Kim Yonghee

pairing | lover!kim yonghee x f!reader

genre/cw | fluff, slight angst, non idol au, sexual content, fluffy bath scene that’s slightly suggestive, dad!yonghee, mom!reader, cute family, stress, hurt comfort sorta 

wc | 2.0k

notes | yonghee is so sweet i cannot-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧  

Love is one of the most wonderful things a human being can experience. And to find love at the young age of fourteen, while not exactly ideal, is just as much of a gift. That was the case for Y/n and Yonghee. 

You hear about middle school romances in movies, books, the news even. But never did these two think they'd find their lover in grade nine. It was fate, honestly. Like the most cliche romance drama, Y/n was being picked on by the school's bad boy. And her hero, Yonghee, happened to be in the vicinity.

 "Go away Kento," Y/n begged, hugging her books close to her chest as she backed into her locker. 

 "No seriously," Kento continued from his previous words. "I'm confused. Were you born that ugly? Or did your witch of a mother use her magic and put a curse on you?"

 "Leave her be Kento," Yonghee seethed, stepping into the situation.

 "Oh look, it's the Yongster. Come to help your little girlfriend again? What are you going to do about it, tell my mom? You're not a real threat," he scoffed, inching his way closer to Y/n. And nothing could've prepared Kento for what Yonghee was about to do. Yonghee pushed his shoulders, forcing him away from Y/n, before punching him straight in the face, effectively sending him to the floor. "Ah! Help! Yonghee hurt me!" He immediately sounded, like the spoiled brat he was brought up as. But nobody listened to him. They were all equally fed up with his evil antics. In fact, they sided with Yonghee.

 "Nobody is going to help you, Kento. Now leave us, and while you're at it, get a life," Yonghee growled, earning a round of applause from his nearby peers.

Yonghee took Y/n's hand and brought her out of there, and into the open air of the outdoor basketball court just outside the school's gym.

 "Thank you, Yonghee. You didn't have to stick up for me like that. I appreciate it," she smiled.

 "Yeah, no problem," Yonghee blushed, being the shy teenager he was. He cleared his throat, remembering how he had been on his way to tell her something. Something important. "Hey uh... I've been meaning to ask you something," he scratched the back of his head.

 "Okay, what is it?" Y/n tilted her head at the boy. The boy who she had her eyes on since fifth grade.

 "I was wondering if... you... maybe uh... wanted to go out? Like to the park? Together?" He smiled sheepishly. "It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be... I just think you're cute and I uh-"

The flustered boy was cut off by Y/n pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, catching him off guard. "It's a date then."

 "Y-yeah, cool."

~~~~~

Y/n cheered as loud as she possibly could when Yonghee scored a three-pointer, winning the game for Cix Academy's high school basketball team, the angels. The rest of the arena cheered as well. The fans, family members, and friends ran onto the court to congratulate the boys on winning, not only a game, but the championship. But Y/n, not wanting to be trampled, waited for the commotion to die down before she congratulated her boyfriend. And once the people cleared out, she did just that. 

 "Yonghee!" Y/n yelled, grabbing the boy's attention. She jumped into his open arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You did so well!" She squealed in delight. 

 Yonghee hugged her tightly. "Thank you," he smiled before pulling away to see her face. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on from the stands," he smirked, looking down at her lips.

 "Stop it," she playfully rolled her eyes.

He laughed. "You love it," he said, then capturing her lips for a brief moment. He pulled away and set her down before walking towards the exit, arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

~~~~~

Yonghee and Y/n, the newlyweds, sat across from each other as they enjoyed a nice home cooked meal made by Y/n, in their brand new house. Life was seemingly perfect. He had everything he needed and wanted. Or so he thought.

”So, how do you entertain yourself when I’m gone?” Yonghee wondered, taking another bite.

”Lots of things. Piano, reading, swimming, cleaning,” she listed, also taking another bite. She swallowed and took a silent deep breath before saying the next part. “Taking a pregnancy test.”

Yonghee nearly spit out all of his water, but he gulped it down. “You took a test?”

”Yeah,” Y/n smiled.

Yonghee had never felt his heart beat so fast. It was out of pure anticipation and excitement. “What did it say babe?”

”Look under your plate.”

His gasped before lifting the glass plate that held his food ever so carefully. Under it, was a Clear Blue pregnancy test. And on it, was written the word, pregnant. “Oh my gosh,” he gasped, holding a hand to his mouth, feeling the tears welling up. He was wrong when he said he had everything he wanted earlier. Because now, he did. He got up from his seat and went to his wife. When she stood, he immediately embraced her, choked up, not knowing what to say. She smiled and hugged back. 

“Are you happy, love?” Y/n asked quietly, stroking the back of his head.

He looked into her eyes and sniffed, crying but laughing at the same time. “I’m more than happy, baby,” he smiled so wide, Y/n could’ve sworn she’d never seen him smile wider. “I love you so much,” he said, embracing her again, as he began to sway her back and forth.

”I love you too,” Y/n sighed, so grateful for his positive reaction. Despite the fact that Y/n and Yonghee had been trying for a baby after their first couple months married, fear still gripped her. All the possible scenarios would run through her head, and she’d begin to regret the whole thing. But Yonghee would never do something like that. He loved Y/n, and just as much, he loved children. She couldn’t be a luckier woman. 

“I can’t wait until the baby is born. Just to see you brush our little girl’s hair, or dance with our little boy,” began Yonghee. “You’re an amazing cook, you have an amazing fashion sense, and you’re just an amazing person. You’ll be the perfect mother. I know you will.”

”Oh Yong,” Y/n whispered, tearing up at his words. “I know you’ll be just as good a father.”

Yonghee laughed again, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “I don’t deserve you babe. I really don’t. But I love you, and I’ll love our child just as much,” he said, moving his hand to caress her stomach.

~~~~~

“Minjoon! Hana! Stop jumping on the furniture!” Y/n yelled as she tried not to burn the chicken she was frying. Her two children only laughed and stuck their tongues out, knowing she couldn’t get to them. “Don’t make me tell your dad!”

”Yes mommy,” they replied in unison, both jumping back onto the floor, knowing they didn’t want punishment from their dad. 

It wasn’t easy, parenting a six and four-year-old, while your husband was working a late day. But it had become the normal as of late. But Yonghee promised he’d talk it over with his boss, and have more time at home. Money wasn’t even a problem for them, he shouldn’t have to work his ass off when he had two children and a wife at home.

”Minjoon, go clean your room. It’s a mess,” ordered Y/n.

”Okay,” the brown haired boy pouted, dragging his feet up the stairs. 

“And Hana, make sure mommy and daddy’s bathroom is clean,” she told her black haired daughter. She was only four, so she could only inspect the bathroom, not clean it. 

Hana went upstairs, checked the bathroom, and went to report. “It’s clean!”

”Thank you baby,” Y/n said, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she finished her meal, luckily without burning it. “Where’s Minjoon?”

”Cleaning his room.”

”Oh right,” Y/n mentally facepalmed. She sat down on the sofa and checked her phone realizing, she had gotten a text from Yonghee.

Love😇: Home in ten! Sorry for taking so long. Ily 😘

Ten minutes ago 

She quickly made sure everything in the house was picked up, and also cleaned herself off a bit. And when she heard the keys jangling in the door’s lock, she ran to the door, her children back in the living room playing with their toys. She smiled, seeing her husband’s handsome face after a long and tiring day.

”Hi baby,” Yonghee sighed happily, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. 

“Yonghee,” Y/n sighed, just happy to be in his hold.

”You sound tired,” he pouted, looking at the bags under her eyes. “Everything alright.”

She didn’t want to cry, but emotions overtook her. She was on her period also, adding to the day’s stress. “You’ve been gone so much lately, and it’s hard to take care of a huge house while making dinner and supervising two children,” she said, all choked up.

”Aww baby, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here. I promise I’ll try to take time off, okay?” He smiled, caressing her cheek. 

“Okay,” she sniffed, smiling again. 

Yonghee looked to see his children. “Daddy!” They both screamed, running into his arms. He laughed as he was nearly trampled before hugging them both, knees on the floor. 

“I missed you two,” he said, kissing both of their heads. “Let’s eat and go to bed early today, okay? Mommy is really tired.”

“Okay!” Said Minjoon, happily skipping to the dining table. 

Yonghee assisted Y/n as they set the table for their family of four. Five if you count the dog that waits for food to fall under the table. 

They all enjoyed the well cooked meal: fried chicken, a vegetable mix, and some mashed potatoes, the kids’ personal favorite. 

After eating, Yonghee told Y/n to rest on the sofa as he filled the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. He then went to his children. “Alright you two, time for bed.”

”But we’re not sleepy!” Hana whined.

”Do you want to go to the park tomorrow?” Yonghee asked.

”Yeah!” Minjoon exclaimed.

”Then let’s go,” he nodded his head towards the stairs. They pouted, but they complied. 

Once he finished putting them to bed, he went to his nearly sleeping wife. “Baby,” he whispered, causing her to stir. “Do you want to take a bath together?”

She nodded in response, but refused to open her eyes. He shook his head and smiled before picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her upstairs. He ran the hot water and made sure it was the perfect temperature before he went to Y/n again. He carefully removed all of her clothes, and still awed at the sight of her beautiful body. “You’re so lovely baby,” he whispered, kissing her lips and nose before picking her up again, carrying her to the bath. Once he stripped his own clothes and got in next to her, he gently lathered lavender scented soap all over her body. Then he got the vanilla scented hair wash and massaged her scalp, earning a moan of satisfaction from Y/n. He took the mini shower head and rinsed her body and hair off. Once he finished, he pulled her to his chest, loving the feeling of her body against his. 

“Yonghee,” Y/n sighed, clearly sleepy.

”Yes love?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head.

”I love you,” she replied, yawning.

”I love you more,” Yonghee sighed, closing his eyes as he rested his head atop hers.

Most people say middle school romances never last. But look at Y/n and Yonghee. Met in fifth grade, fell in love at ninth. And they made it work. 

Because true love isn’t temporary. It’s forever.